#BONDED SOULMATES GET MILESTONES!!!! TOGETHER!!!!

[ratatatastic]

YOU GET A MILESTONE. AND YOU GET A MILESTONE. YOU BOTH GET MILESTONES!!!

[shinidamachu]

inukag was born to be shipped by me and I was born to ship inukag as well

For ages now I've been meaning to write about the reasons why I ship Inukag as fervently as I do and @inukag-week felt like the perfect opportunity to indulge myself, so here we go.

I want to start with how aesthetically pleasing they are. From their perfect size difference to the complimentary color scheme of their outfits plus contrasting hair and eye colors, Inuyasha and Kagome just look absolutely good together.

Their character design makes it clear from the get go that they're visually a great match. The association is so strong that the audience becomes unable to picture one without the other, as if they're two halves of the same item. Different, yet unequivocally a team, a pair.

Decades ago, they already had that classic quality to them and I bet they'd never get out of style even decades from now. And the rich lore that surrounds the pairing only adds to that aesthetic: the well, the tree, the beads, the robe, the sword, all of it enhances how iconic they are. Even something as ordinary as star gazing becomes uniquelly theirs.

Futhermore, I just absolutely love the entire concept of it. The subvertion of the fairy tale archetype, the idea of a love that transcends time, of soulmates who actually work on building their bond. Loving each other was both inevitable and a choice they made every single day.

Inuyasha and Kagome were just two teenagers from different worlds — literally and figurativelly — discovering together what love was. This made their relationship very compelling, because the excange between them is insanely substancial.

And their overall dynamic is so wholesome. There was a push and pull, a give and take, that made it fluid rather than static. Every single milestone felt organic and kept the audience thirsting for the next one.

Nothing felt forced or rushed. The slow burn was competently written to showcase their relationship being build on a very strong foundation, consistent in intimacy, mutual trust and acceptance — recurring themes for them and for the story — and so the stages of their bond had such a natural pace, it highlighted how genuine and healthy it was.

Consequently, there are so many aspects of their connection to explore. There's a never ending room for angst and for light hearted moments and you can adopt a more mature perspective or go for comical instead: they manage to be versatile without being generic and to embod the best clichés in fiction without becoming one themselves.

It's hard to think of a trope they couldn't pull off or an alternate universe that doesn't work for them. It gives the fandom plenty of freedom to be creative and to have the best time with it.

Plus, their chemistry was off charts. The romantic tension bleed through every single interaction. Their passion is so strong you could feel it even in scenes that had nothing to do with romance. And they didn't even need to kiss to achieve that level of synchrony.

They were also compatible. Inuyasha and Kagome balance each other quite nicely. Even in a relationship, they still keep their individualities and remain interesting both as characters and as a ship.

The very thing that dooms most pairings — opposite personalities — is precisely what keeps them together. Inuyasha and Kagome are completely different from each other, but they're actually extremely similar where it actually matters: their morals and goals.

And they longer they stay together, challenging one another, growing through trials and tribulations, inadvertently learning what each other's needs are and fulfilling them, easing each other's sorrows, covering each other's backs, saving each other's lives in every possible way, learning each other and learning with one another, the more their dichotomy turns into a duality, because they gain a more nuanced perspective of themselves, of each other and of the world.

It's a level of understanding, closeness and respect incredibly difficult to match. And for Inuyasha and Kagome, no one else even came close.

Another thing is that they're not just complementary to each other, but to the story itself. Their romance enhaces the overall plot. It has a structural placement in the wider narrative, strengthening its core themes and fulfilling the characters individual arcs, ultimately resulting in a more compelling journey.

So many romances are disposable to their own story, but Inukag was detrimental to theirs. Inuyasha and Kagome's interactions served as pivotal points of their respective arcs. Taking only the narrative into consideration, their relationship holds a lot of weight and greatly influenced everyone around it and it tied everything together.

That's why their happy ending felt so satisfying: it feels earned because everything went full cycle. All of that symbolism, all of those parallels paid off. Anything different from what we got would simply lack narrative and thematic cohesion.

And even if they didn't end up together, they could never be circumstancial. There was a real reason why they met, a reason why the fell in love and why they had ever lasting impacts on each other's lives regardless. It wasn't just love for love's sake.

This is what makes them, in my opinion, an epic ship.

BONUS: their soundtrack is lit and their quotes are simply legendary.

[dottores]

HELIOTROPES

pairing: dottore x fem!reader & segments

summary: the gods were sick and twisted. for five hundred years, he believed he was fated to be alone. he had long accepted it—embraced it, even. that is, until a midwinter night when that elusive red thread finally appeared on his finger. but as much as he wants to ignore it, the pull of a soulmate simply cannot be ignored.

genre: soulmate au, canon compliant for the most part.

warnings: fem!reader, worldbuilding for snezhnaya & fatui & fontaine, reader gets a bit hurt in this chapter but only briefly.

notes: y'all we are officially 50k words in omg what a milestone. we are almost there--they are going to meet soon... but technically.... well you'll see. there are THREE special cameos in this chapter

A WARM WELCOME

“Now is not the time, doctor.”

Pantalone didn’t even raise his head to look at Dottore as he scribbled away at whatever parchment he was writing on. Dottore pressed his lips together, eyes cold beneath his mask as he watched Pantalone, unmoving. The windows of his office creaked against the winds outside, fireplace crackling to keep the room warm but other than that, silence rang loudly between the two of them.

Finally, when Dottore made no move to leave, Pantalone looked up. “What is it? I have a week to prepare for the induction of the Eleventh. I don’t have time for petty complaints.”

Dottore should be insulted, he could feel his irritation rising at the man’s comment but he forced himself to push it away. He had more important things to deal with, notably, his soulmate and as much as he hated to admit it, Pantalone’s resources were necessary if he wanted to find her before someone else did… before she got herself and by extension, him, hurt.

“You offered me resources a few years ago,” Dottore finally said, watching Pantalone carefully for a reaction. “I would like them now.”

The Regrator was a sharp man. Dottore did not have to go into detail for purple eyes to flicker down to his thumb, where the red thread connected him to his soulmate. He watched as Pantalone’s brows furrowed, as he tried to figure out why the sudden change after years of Dottore denying her very existence to him. 

“You have terrible timing, doctor,” Pantalone murmured, pushing the parchments aside as he leaned back in his seat to look up at Dottore. “My resources have been all but expended between the upcoming event and trying to track down that menace to the east who has been slaughtering our underlings.

Dottore’s lips twisted. “It is not my timing that is terrible,” he said coolly, Pantalone raised his eyebrows and Dottore exhaled. “It’s hers. I believe she is here. In Snezhnaya.”

Pantalone exhaled, turning his head to the side to look out the window. “That’s not good,” he murmured. 

“I know that,” Dottore said shortly.

“Why not send one of your segments?” Pantalone asked after a moment, pen tapping against the wood of his desk in an unsteady manner that had Dottore’s eye twitching in annoyance.

“They’re busy,” Dottore answered tensely. 

A lie. Both Epsilon and Rho were back in Snezhnaya City with nothing to do until Dottore decided what research he wanted them to continue on after finishing a round of successful experiments in Archon residue down in southern Liyue. Dottore just didn’t want to send them after her. 

Epsilon was Epsilon. He could not trust that the segment wouldn’t do something foolish driven by the emotions that the rest of them did not have or were not capable of understanding. He was the one that Dottore worried about the most ever since the thread appeared, fearing that he would do something that would irreparably strengthen the bond… like forcing Dottore to meet her because he thought it would be best for them.

And Rho had been the one most vocal about at least letting the kids meet her and if the kids met her, he knew it would inevitably lead to Dottore meeting her and that was the last thing he wanted. 

He had a feeling that Pantalone could read right through the excuse if the unimpressed look on his face had anything to say about it but Dottore did not waver, raising his chin and staring down at where the man was sitting. 

“Unfortunately, I don’t have the resources to look for her right now,” Pantalone finally said, shaking his head and scooching his chair back to ruffle through one of the drawers of his desk. “If you can send one of your segments to take out the threat in the east, I might be able to conjure some up and have them keep an eye out but right now my hands are tied.”

“Fine,” Dottore said sharply. “Give me the information you’ve gathered. I’ll send a segment to track him down and kill him.”

Pantalone raised his eyebrows again, this time not even bothering to ask the question that Dottore knew was dancing through his mind: I thought your segments were busy, he could hear the mocking words just through the man’s expression. 

Instead, Pantalone just slid a thick folder across the desk to give to Dottore. He snatched it and tucked it under his arm, intent on passing it off to Rho before he returned to his labs, waiting for Pantalone to confirm that he would look for her.

“We don’t want him dead. We want him captured,” Pantalone warned. “Pierro wants information from him… then I’ll convince him to pass him off to you. Another test subject, you’re welcome.”

Dottore only smiled thinly. “And the girl?” he pressed.

“I’ll do what I can,” Pantalone said. “What do you know about where she is? Western or Eastern Snezhnaya? The border? I need to be able to narrow down the search, I can’t send men all across Snezhnaya with the upcoming event. I need them in the city to prepare for the arrivals of the aristocrats.” 

“I know that she is in Snezhnaya,” Dottore told him. Maybe he would know more if he would swallow his pride and reach out to her, but that simply was not an option. 

Pantalone stared at him, irritation thinly veiled behind his purple eyes. “You do not like making things easy, do you?” the corners of Pantalone’s eyes crinkled in annoyance at Dottore’s words before he finally sighed, shaking his head. 

“I’ll see what I can do,” he finally repeated, “but with nothing to go on, I can make no promises that I’ll find her before someone else does… so, for all of our sakes, I suggest you try to narrow that down.”

It was cold. 

You knew that was something you should have expected and you thought you prepared adequately for it but now, you thought that no amount of preparation could have made you ready to face this. As soon as you had crossed over into Snezhnaya, the temperature had plummeted, the sheer cold was beyond anything you had ever felt before--cold enough to crack the stones of the buildings in the small villages littered throughout the countryside, cold enough to freeze you from the inside out.

Traveling during the night simply wasn’t feasible, as soon as the sun crossed the horizon, the already bone-chilling temperatures plunged further. You had been lucky the first night when you were traveling down the main road deeper into the northlands--you had bumped into an older man traveling back to his home from the one of the villages, he had ushered you back to his place and he and his wife had looked after you, warning you that you wouldn’t live through the night without shelter in Snezhnaya.

Since then, it’d been a game of survival. The deeper you got into Snezhnaya, the more winding and confusing the roads became, the harder it became to track down villages to find inns to stay at and the more nervous it made you about finding shelter for the night. You thought that Snezhnaya was a trap laid out for foreigners, only those who were born and raised there knew how to navigate the lands without meeting an untimely end. 

The tundra of the east appeared endless, a daunting venture you dared not make, and the forests of the west were dark and maze-like with dangerous creatures prowling about and the threat of getting lost and not making it to an inn before night fell was high… but the forest was the only way through to the mountain range south of the Snezhnayan capital city. If you wanted to get to the heart of the Fatui, you would have to trek through the forest and pray you stumbled upon one of the villages before the sunset. 

You exhaled, leaning back in your seat at the bar of the inn you were staying at as you swirled your empty glass between your fingers. You had reached the end of the main road, the only way further into Snezhnaya was through the forest now but the thought of entering it made you anxious. A part of you thought you might be better off heading back home. 

“Another?” the bartender questioned as he walked by you but you only shook your head, thanking him quietly as you remained lost in your own thoughts. 

You couldn’t turn back. Not now, not yet. You had promised yourself and your father that you wouldn’t return home until you had ample evidence to bring this to court… unless you died trying to get it.

Your grandfather didn’t want you going north. He thought that no amount of evidence would be worth you risking your life for but you disagreed. You didn’t think there was any world in which you’d be able to live with yourself knowing you didn’t even try. 

From the corner of your eye, you noticed that he was looking at you again--the man sitting at a table in the corner of the room. You couldn’t see his face, there was a hood masking it from view but you could feel his eyes on you, he’d been watching you for nearly thirty minutes now. A part of you wanted to confront him, grab your stuff and head over to his table and demand to know why he kept staring at you but… the more logical part of you knew you shouldn’t. You didn’t know why he was staring at you and all of the worst possibilities were running through your head:

Does he know what you’re here for?

Is he Fatui?

Is he planning on attacking you?

Your vision vibrated from where it was hidden beneath your cloak, warning you to prepare for a battle but you were not the battle type. You had never learned how to wield your vision in a combat manner and you didn’t know if he had a vision or not, you only knew that he had a large claymore set down on the seat next to him and all you had was a small blade that couldn’t even be called a sword. You had only learned to use your vision in the way your father and grandfather taught you when you were younger and it was not something you enjoyed doing to people. 

Finally, you forced yourself to stand up. Your gaze caught the window on the far end of the room as you rose to your feet--it was dark already, night had fallen and the hazard of the cold had become even more real. 

With a sharp inhale, you turned on your heel to make your way over to the table the man was sitting at. You watched as his head turned to follow you as you approached him and you watched as his body tensed, gloved fingers gripping the edge of the table tight as you slid onto the bench across from him.

“Is there a reason you keep staring at me?” you finally asked. You leaned back against the wall that the bench was placed against, feigning ease, but your legs were tense, ready to move at the first sign of an attack.

“You’re not from here,” the man said after a moment of silence, you caught a glimpse of red beneath the hood he wore. His accent was foreign--unlike the Snezhnayan dialect you’d become used to throughout your travels. 

“Neither are you,” you retorted. He shifted back in his seat, the lighting of the inn revealing equally red hair hanging in his eyes, cold and empty with something dark thinly veiled behind them that made your skin crawl--eyes that had witnessed massacre, eyes that promised vengeance. Vengeance for what? You didn’t know. You weren’t sure you wanted to know, you knew it would lead to nothing good. 

You suddenly felt as if you had made a mistake. 

“There aren’t many foreigners this deep in Snezhnaya,” he noted cooly. “Just merchants… are you a merchant?”

Somehow, you felt as if ‘yes’ was the wrong answer. 

He was accusing you of something, you could feel it in your bones but you didn’t know what he was accusing you of. Being a spy? Was he Fatui? 

“I’m not a merchant,” you said, taking in a small puff of air when you caught the blood smeared across the man’s chin and neck as the hanging lights in the middle of the tavern swayed a bit. His lips pressed together subtly at your words and your vision was becoming even more erratic--danger, danger, danger, it warned you.

Somehow, you knew now that ‘no’ had been the wrong answer too. 

“It’s hard traveling through Snezhnaya without knowing what paths to take, you can get lost easily… all of the paths on the old maps have been snowed out,” he responded. “How’d you make do?” 

“An older couple living off the main road pointed me in the right direction,” you told him. “How about you? Are you a merchant?”

You knew he wasn’t. No merchant traveled with blood staining their faces and a weapon the size of the average person. He had no goods that he had arrived with, he’d shown up at the inn a little after you had with only his sword in tow and his eyes were unfriendly and glacial, unlike the faux charisma that painted the expressions of merchants as they tried to get you to buy their products.

The man stared at you for a moment and then he said, “No,” with no further explanation.

The Fatui usually traveled in groups or as pairs. He had a foreign accent. He wore no mask or sigil that affiliated him with the organization as they usually did. Who the hell was he?

And then you remembered the hushed whispers of the elderly couple you had stayed with--warning you that the Fatui had become more active in their area because of a belligerent wreaking havoc throughout central Snezhnaya who had been spotted at a nearby inn. They told you to take care because they didn’t think that the Fatui would take kindly to any outsider in the area so long as the hostile remained terrorizing their strongholds but…

Was this…?

You watched him carefully, trying to figure it out without having to ask. You were several miles from where you had been staying with them now and it had been two and a half days. Traveling through Snezhnaya was slow and arduous, the wind fought you with every step and half of the time you were dragging yourself through snow that reached your knees. 

If this was him, then maybe… 

You didn’t even have a chance to finish the thought, head snapping to the side as the door to the inn slammed open and cold air rushed through the tavern at the entrance, blowing out half of the candles keeping the room lit up. Your stomach churned uncomfortably and from the corner of your eye, you watched as the man you were sitting with reached for his weapon. 

Who the hell was traveling in the dead of night?

Your throat felt tight as you watched another hooded figure step into the inn. You couldn’t make out his features in the dim lighting, you couldn’t even tell if he was armed or not but there was an odd vial that glowed blue even in the dark hanging from his right ear.

The bartender had paused in making a drink for one of the other patrons of the tavern, a wary look visible on his face that you caught as the chandelier swung dangerously beneath a harsh wind. You let out a shaky breath, the cold from outside was already creeping beneath your cloak and freezing your skin. You wondered why no one was shouting at him to close the damn door like they did to other people who arrived until the bartender finally spoke up, voice shaky: 

“Lord Harbinger,” he breathed out. “How can I-”

The man’s head turned in your direction--no, you realized, not your direction, his--and that was the only warning you got before the world around you exploded. 

The entire right side of his body felt like it was on fire. Dottore let out a spew of curses as his hand spasm and he dropped the vial he had been studying right to the ground, watching as the glass shattered and the silvery liquid splattered all over the floor, dissolving the tiles and eating through the ground.

Dottore exhaled, briefly shutting his eyes before looking down at the mess on the floor. His lips twisted in annoyance as he realized he was going to have to restart what he had been testing but the annoyance very quickly faded, instead shifting into confusion as the pain persisted. His gaze drew over to his arm--nothing was wrong with it on the surface level but it was a blinding type of pain that had him gritting his teeth, like a jagged blade was tearing through his bicep.

It was…

He hadn’t felt anything from her in nearly two weeks. No anxiety, no fear, no anger or sadness and certainly not any pain. He stared down at his arm, where the pain was coming from, and not for the first time since the accursed thread showed up, Dottore had no idea what to do. He thought that he should reach out to her, figure out what was going on and get a general idea of where she was so he could send one of his segments to find her. The pain was more than anything he had ever experienced through her and he wasn’t sure if it was just because she had a low pain tolerance and he was feeling what she was, or if it was because the pain was actually that bad. 

Neither boded well for her. 

But if he reached out to her, if she was fighting someone, it could distract her. 

Dottore’s teeth grit together. He didn’t know what would happen to him or the segments if she died. He didn’t know how it would affect them. Logically, he thought it shouldn’t affect them at all. They hadn’t met her yet and if the bond worked anything like how they believed it did, it shouldn’t take effect until after they met, which wasn’t going to happen… but after two weeks of silence, Dottore was unsure. Every day that passed, an odd, unfamiliar feeling expanded through his chest. He didn’t know how to describe it besides overwhelming and unwelcome but he knew it was because of her silence and the lack of communication through the bond. It caused an emptiness that made him question everything they had learned about the bond. 

And if mere silence could cause that, he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk knowing what her death would cause.

Are you okay? 

He asked it before he could decide against it, taking a seat back down at the lab table he had been working at as he waited for a response. Each second felt like an eternity, he could hear the silver liquid still eating through the ground below, sizzling and cracking as the floor dissolved wherever it touched the substance. 

He wondered if she would just ignore him like he did to her for years on end.

But then, his forearm stung--a familiar feeling that he hadn’t experienced in two weeks now. He hated how that empty feeling he hadn’t been able to get rid of since he had pushed her away immediately disappeared. It made him feel weak… as if he had no control over his own emotions like a puppet on a string being commanded by a stranger. He glanced down at his arm, red eyes flying over the words that had appeared.

Does it feel like I’m okay?

At once, he rolled his eyes, regretting reaching out to her. He rose to his feet again, pacing across the room to get the tools he needed to clean the mess of his mistake but before he even got halfway there, the pain tripled and a creeping fear began to spread through his chest. He grimaced as he leaned on a nearby counter, trying to regain control over himself but he found that he couldn’t--her fear and pain was simply too intense.

What happened? 

He slid down against the counter he was leaning on until he was sat on the floor. He watched the silvery liquid from the corner of his eye, watching as it ate through the ground closer and closer to him as he waited for a response from her. He despised how he couldn’t compartmentalize her feelings. He had learned how to separate them from his and the other segments but he had never figured out how to store them away and convert them into something that was easier for him to process. 

Attacked. 

Dottore felt cold. His gaze drew over to the window on the opposite wall of his lab--it was dark out, the sun had long set and the wind was harsh. He wondered if the coldness was a result of the damning realization that she was in trouble or if it was because she was outside. Either way, Dottore needed to act--if she was still being attacked, he had to get one of the segments there and if she was stuck in the cold running after being attacked, she would die to nature.

Dottore tried to push away the rising anger--the fury that never failed to appear whenever he was put into an impossible situation because of this bond, whenever he felt like the gods were looking down at him and laughing as he played right into their sick games. 

Who attacked you? Where are you?

He shot out questions to her at a rapid speed, the pain was getting worse on his end. He could feel a light-headedness and a fuzzy feeling beginning to seep through his body and mind. She had to be losing blood and too much of it. If she passed out, that would be the end. She’d be killed by the attacker or she’d be killed by the cold, there was no other fate that awaited her. 

Don’t know. An inn at -------

Dottore stared at the indecipherable words branded onto his forearm--he wasn’t sure if they were scribbles or an ancient language that he just couldn’t understand, another way for the gods to laugh at him by dangling the answer wants right in front of his face but making it so that he couldn’t understand it. 

What do you mean you don’t know? Figure it out.

Dottore wondered if she could sense his irritation at her response. He didn’t really care if she could, maybe it would make her think harder. 

Fatui, finally scrawled itself on his forearm and Dottore thought he might want to throw something because he had called it the moment that he had realized she might be coming north, he knew that between her being a foreigner and their subordinates being anxious over the masked hostile running through their camps that something would happen. They called him Lord Harbinger. 

Dottore stared at the words trying to piece together what was going on. Lord Harbinger? Pulcinella and Pantalone were rarely, if ever, sent on missions that would end in combat. As far as he was aware, Brighella was at Zapolyarny Palace working with Pierro on something. Capitano was traveling north from Natlan for the initiation of the new Harbinger in a few days, he’d be on a boat traveling the western sea. Scaramouche? It could-

He had a blue earring, it was bright.

A blue earring, he was acutely aware of the one hanging from his own ear, mind racing as he tried to remember where each of the segments were. Lambda and Theta were in Sumeru. Zeta was in Mondstadt. Delta and Iota were on the Fontaine border. Gamma, Epsilon and Kappa were all hanging around his labs. 

Rho, it dawned on Dottore suddenly. He had sent the segment south to track down the belligerent because their subordinates had proved incapable. He had mentioned that he was closing in on the man. Had she gotten caught in the crossfire? Was she traveling with him? 

No, that wasn’t possible. All reports had claimed that the hostile was traveling alone.

Rho, Dottore spit out, reopening the connection with the segment, intent on having him find the girl and drag her back across the border into Fontaine. Where are you?

Not now, Rho responded, voice cold and angry. It took a lot to anger Rho, he had tight control over his temper unlike the Theta and Delta segments. Dottore could feel something stinging his cheek, a cut--he wondered if the hostile had actually managed to land a blow on him, no matter how small. It would explain why he was so angry. 

Get back to where you came from. Now.

Now? Rho demanded, livid. I’m on him. 

She was there. At the inn. The reaction was instantaneous as Rho’s resolve wavered. If she dies because of you, you won’t even get the relief of deactivation.

Dottore rose to his feet again once he was certain that Rho had turned back, pacing across the length of his lab, careful to step over the melted ground where the substance had fallen. 

Once he found her, this would all be over. He’d have Rho bring her back to Fontaine whether she liked it or not, and once he knew where she lived, he’d make sure to send one of the other segments to keep an eye on her so something like this would never happen again.

Finally, he would have some semblance of control over the bond for the first time since it appeared. He’d no longer be hanging onto her whims, he’d no longer have to stress about her getting herself hurt or killed and how it would affect him, he’d no longer be bound to this mess and he’d never have to worry about accidentally running into her because the segment would keep her confined to the city and he would stay far from it.

He’d send the Zeta segment. He couldn’t send Theta because he didn’t trust him not to do something rash. He couldn’t send Delta, Rho or Epsilon because the younger segments were attached to them at the hip and they would press to meet her. Lambda was an option if he could ensure that the segment wouldn’t try to ‘handle her’ as he threatened to already. 

Relief began to inch its way through him—too soon.

He had jinxed himself.

She’s not here, he heard Rho tell him. I don’t know-

Dottore closed the connection, biting back vile curses as he pressed his fingers to the bridge of the nose and tried to think. 

Where could she have gone? It had only been a few minutes. She was hurt. She couldn’t have gotten far. 

Where are you? He finally decided to ask her and he waited, and waited, and waited for a response but was only met with the empty silence he had become accustomed to the past two weeks. 

“Where am I?” 

Your eyes followed the cloaked figure carefully, trying to keep your breath steady as the pain coursing through your arm gradually subsided. Your gaze flickered to the side, watching as the red, bubbling skin of your right arm began to smooth and clear beneath whatever substance that had been smeared over the burns. 

“What is this stuff?”

You had a lot of experience with using elemental energy to heal wounds. Fontaine City had some of the best medics throughout Teyvat--Wriothesley’s family’s special trait could call upon hydro energy to heal even the most fatal and grievous of wounds. He had never been able to wield it the way his family wanted him to but his grandfather was the best of the best, he had helped you when you had broken your arm and leg ten years ago after falling down the steps of the clocktower when exploring with Wrio.

This was not elemental energy. It was odd and cool, like gelatin, but it worked as fast as any medic--in no time, the pain was gone and the burns had vanished, leaving the skin of your arm unblemished again.

“Old magics,” the person responded. Their voice was low, androgynous. You couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman.

“Why did you help me?” you asked. “Who are you?”

You didn’t know where you were now--it was a dark room, a stone building with a fireplace on the opposite wall. The last you remembered, you had been in the snow. You had started to lose consciousness, the cold and the pain too much for your body to bear. You could barely even remember what had happened: you could picture the hooded man who you had been sitting with brandishing his claymore and the man that they had called Lord Harbinger meeting him blade for blade, pale fire coating his weapon and eating away at the wood of the inn, burning through your cloak down to the skin. You could hear the screams of the other patrons of the inn as they got caught in the crossfire of the battle between the two men. 

And then you were here, in this room… with this person. 

“Who are you?” you demanded, more insistently this time when you didn’t get a response.

Finally, a reaction from them. The flames flickered across their face as they turned to face you and finally, you got a glimpse beneath the hood… but it was not a human face that stared back at you. It was a mask, dark with a spade-like pattern around the eyes, a smile painted onto the plastic. 

“No one,” they replied, “just a trouper.”

What? You thought to yourself, confused. Your nose wrinkled and your brows furrowed as you mulled over the word. A trouper? Like the entertainers at the Grand Theater? 

“Why did you help me?” you tried again, raising your chin to meet the two voids in the eyeholes of the mask. They hadn’t tried to bind you or restrict your movement, they hadn’t even taken your weapon--just a bit of concentration and you could put yourself in control of the situation. 

They tilted their head to the side, you couldn’t see their eyes or expression but you knew they were smiling, “Is that how you treat someone who saved you?”

You hadn’t even moved, you stared at them, unmoving, forcing your body to relax. How had they known what you were thinking? You weren’t a person that was easy to read--if you were, you would’ve been put on trial for treason a long time ago. 

“Why did you save me?” you asked slowly, not letting them get out of answering the question. 

“Because I want to help you.” 

Yet again, they evaded the question. Your lips twisted in frustration, “Why?”

“Because I think we can help each other.”

There it was, you recognized, taking in a sharp breath. They wanted something from you. The air around you suddenly felt cold, as if the fire across the room had been snuffed out even though it was still burning bright. They were eerily still, almost like a statue as they watched you, waiting for a reaction. 

“Why do you think that?” you asked carefully.

“Do you really think you can infiltrate the Fatui on your own?”

You were on your feet in an instant, reaching for the blade sheathed at your side but your eyes widened when you realized it wasn’t there. You only had half of a second to react before you found yourself backed up against the wall, a forearm pressed to your throat and the tip of your own blade pressed to your side, threatening to puncture the skin.

It had just been on you. How did they get it?

“Well?”

Well what? You wanted to scream, mind panicked and racing as you tried to force yourself to calm down and think but it was hard to concentrate with your air being half-restricted and a blade pressed to your ribcage. 

They wanted you to answer their question, you realized, about infiltrating the Fatui.

“Yes,” you said but you weren’t even sure you believed it yourself. You kept telling yourself that you would figure out a plan once you got to the city and had a scope of the area and more information available to you but you had a feeling that nothing would change even once there. Zapolyarny Palace would be impenetrable. 

“How?” they murmured, not letting up on you. You wanted to turn your face away, unnerved by the proximity of the mask, but you thought that would show you as weak and you couldn’t afford to show weakness, not right now. “Do you plan to storm the palace? Face the Harbingers and demand retribution for your father? Do you think you will fly under the radar of the Knave’s webs of spiders? That you can simply walk past the automatons of the Marionette prowling the streets of the capital city? You will find yourself a victim of the Doctor’s twisted experiments or the Friar’s sick games before you even hope to find the evidence you seek.” 

You couldn’t mask your expression, not after hearing that. You stared at them, lips parting as if to speak but no words left them. You felt like a fish out of water--for the first time in a long time, you were fumbling for words, your tongue felt twisted and heavy.

How were you going to do it? The question laid atop you like a crown of thorns, tearing through your skin and scarring your face. You didn’t know. You didn’t know how you were going to do it. You used not being in the city as an excuse, convinced yourself that it was the only reason you haven’t thought up a plan yet but the truth was branded right on your face as you stared at the masked person: you simply didn’t know.

“I can help you,” they whispered, leaning in impossibly closer. “I can give you your in, the chance you need to find the proof.”

“How do you know all of this?” you finally asked and you hated how your voice cracked over your words but you were scared because if this person knew all of this then it could spell your end, just like that. All they had to do was send word to the Fatui and you’d have hell bearing down on your doors.

And if they knew about this…

“I know a lot,” they said cryptically. “Would you like me to help you?”

… did they know about your soulmate?

You let out another shaky breath, staring ahead. You didn’t know what to do. If you didn’t accept their help, would they sell you out to the Fatui? Or would they laugh and watch as you fumbled your way through Snezhnayan courts and fail to acquire what you had traveled all this way for? You could feel the pain ricocheting through your head, you could barely even think straight, much less come up with an answer. 

If you did accept, you finally forced your head back on track, what did they want in return? That was what you needed to know.

“What would you want in return?”

“We don’t know yet,” they said quietly but their tone was not hesitant--if anything, it was amused. Finally, they released you, taking a step back to watch you. The eyes staring down at you were empty, like looking into an abyss.

A dangerous, dangerous gamble. It gave them too much power.

“No, I want to know what you want in return.”

We. You suddenly recognized how they referred to themself--we, not I, they were not working alone. You felt all the more suffocated at the realization. 

“Then I guess we have no deal,” they said with a sigh, making a move to leave the room the two of you were in. Your heart leapt to your throat. “I cannot tell you what we do not know. Take the deal as is or fail, you will not succeed without help. You have no way of getting into Zapolyarny Palace. It is impenetrable.”

You should take that as a challenge, tell them fuck off and make them watch as you succeeded. Your blood boiled at the condescending tone and it took all of your willpower to not snap at them. 

This was not the time for pride. You had to abandon all vices and virtues if you were to get the evidence to condemn your stepfather, if you were to bring justice to your father… and if this person were to offer you the chance you desperately needed… then maybe it was worth whatever price they wanted you to pay in the long run. 

Committing injustices in the name of justice, the thought rang through your head loud. Wrio would love the irony. 

“You can get me into Zapolyarny?” you finally questioned, hiding the way your hands were shaking behind you as you sealed your fate. 

They hummed in agreement, “You will be on your own once you’re in there. Take care not to anger the wrong people… or draw too much attention to yourself.”

You could do that, you told yourself. Once you got in, you needed to find a place. Weasel your way in as an attendant so you could search for the evidence you needed. 

“Okay,” you finally agreed. The air suddenly felt heavy and oppressive, you thought that if you looked up, you would see the blade of a guillotine dropping on your neck. “Okay, we have a deal.”

You didn’t have to see their face to know that they were smiling, the voids staring down at you glimmered cruelly, you swore you saw red deep within the eyeholes of the mask.

“Welcome to the game, spadille.”

rbs appreciated!!

[wooahaeruby]

Chapter 3: Only The Rough Wind Lingers Around Me

Chapter Word Count: 2,607

Anything in Bold Italics are Korean/Another language

TW

Mentions of death, hatred, Reader's parents past, On-night stands, pregnancy

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Recently you were having these…uncomfortable memories and thoughts about your parents. 

As people, you honestly didn’t know them much. They weren’t around for you physically, god forbid mentally with their own issues. Your grandmother, Mimi as you called her, was the only mother you truly knew. Alongside her, your grandfather – Papa – was there for all your important milestones, they were the people you called your parents if you had to, they raised you to say the least.

Mimi was always forthright with the lives of your parents. She never wished to sugarcoat the issues they had, however she never fully told you the damage that was done until you were older. Regardless of their flaws, Mimi and Papa really wanted you to know you were always loved by them and your mother. From a young age you realized that your grandfather held resentment for her father never stepping up to the plate but that comment was followed by ‘ but I will love them like the earth was coming to a stop ’. He promised no one would hurt you.

While that comment confused you when you were a child, it made sense, yet you never went without because of their love and affection.

“Mama, I hate him, he is the worst person I’ve ever met.” Bargaining into her home, Rosa kicked her shoes off and slumped onto the couch. She ran a hand over his face, letting out a grumbling yell into her hands. “And I have to spend the rest of my fucking life with him.” 

“Ay, language, Rosa.” Her mother called from the kitchen, “And give him a chance, if he is your soulmate, fate must have brought you together for a reason. Tell me about him.” 

“I met him on campus. God why didn’t I have a longer time between my eighteenth and meeting him! Only five months since I turned eighteen. Fate can suck my dick.” In rebellion, Rosa flipped her middle finger to the ceiling, mentally picturing this overarching ‘Fate’. “He is some asshole from my English class that finally decided to show up weeks into the semester. His name is Atlas and he is clearly a flirt that has probably slept through the whole freshman class already. Mama, he was literally flirting with our professor to excuse all his absences since he turned in all the assignments on time.” 

Rosa continued as ‘Mama’ leaned against the door frame of the living room. “He ran into me on the way out and that’s when the countdown stopped. The…rush that went through me made my heart nearly stop, I got lightheaded. It felt like one of the best feelings on the planet. I’d give anything to feel that one more time, with not a stupid fuck boy like him.”

Sitting down beside her daughter, Mama gently placed her arm on the other’s shoulder, pulling her closer until she could rest her head on her shoulder. “Sweetheart, there has to be some redeeming qualities about him. Like I said, you just met him. Go out with him, talk to him, see what the future could hold.” 

Six months, that’s when the bond first snapped into place. Since November, Rose truly tried to get to know him. With the physical need to be close to one another, they would meet once every other day on campus or at a local library to sustain their ability to live. For her, it was torturous, and for him, he was tired of the unwanted baggage. Now in May, things didn’t change. Resentment continued to grow.

“I don’t like this anymore than you do, Rosa, but can you please stop glaring at the side of my fucking head.” He spat out, sitting beside his soulmate in the library, arms brushing against one another for the necessary physical touch. 

“If you never showed up to that damn class we wouldn’t be in this situation. We would have never met.” Rose bit back, her glare still piercing with every passing moment. 

Deep down they knew it was never going to get better. There were many things left unsaid. Atlas refused to talk about who he really was outside of the playboy persona he put on and Rosa couldn’t even bare her heart to him because of it. 

More often than not, they sat in silence for a singular hour, one that was timed on either of their phones. It was a routine they came up with to live, but not to love. Both knew that neither would feel any love for each other if it continued like this. 

It was a mistake. A drunken mistake. One frat party was enough to ruin everything. 

Rosa wasn’t even supposed to be there but her friends begged since she hadn’t gone to a single party in her first two semesters. One drink led to two, which led to three, and so one. Atlas was already blasted by the time he had spotted her. The bond, much to his distaste, drew him to her. When his hand grazed the skin of her arm, he felt more alive than ever before. In her inebriated state and the bond sending these butterfly inducing sparks through her body, Rosa couldn’t resist the pull they had towards one another. 

Waking up in an unfamiliar room wrapped up under the blanket together wasn’t how either of them wished to spend their Sunday morning, A knock at the door threw them both for a loop. 

“Hey, whoever the hell fucked in my room, can you get out so I can burn it to the ground?!” 

Atlas winced at the voice, head pounding from his headache and at any moment he swore he could just throw up. Beside him, he heard a tired groan and felt the blankets get pulled up. With strained eyes, he peeked under the blanket to see who spent the night with him, ready to make some flirty comment that always sent his late night conquests swoon. 

“Good morning, gorg-” His breath caught in his throat and the sudden rise of nausea only made him cringe. 

At the voice, the woman beside him turned over. Her eyes cracked open, thankfully guarded by the blanket to buffer the light that flooded into the room.

In that moment, they both froze, staring in disbelief at the situation they were in. In the silence, the sound of a pin dropping was able to be heard. 

A switch flipped in both of their heads and instantly they were out of bed, haphazardly throwing their clothes on. Curses flew from their mouths, anger bubbling up from the ongoing animosity towards each other. Soon it turned to full on shouting. 

“..Disgusting, I can’t believe this!” 

“I’m disgusting?! You are the man whore that skips around campus!” 

“Man whore?! At least I’m not some teachers’ pet that can’t handle her alcohol!” 

“God I hate you!” Both screamed, storming out of the room and out of the house. 

The lack of sleep was the first sign of bond withdrawal. By the third day, the loss of appetite was beginning to eat away at their energy even more. 

“Munchkin, you don’t look so good.” Rosa’s father sat on the side of her bed, brushing some hair from her face. He saw all the signs of the withdrawal, everyone was taught about them early on in soulmate and bond education, but seeing them in his own child was heartbreaking, “You need to see him, Rosa. You both are punishing each other.” 

Weakly, she swatted his hand away from her face. “I never…want to see him again.” 

By the sixth day, the ringing in their ears was deafening. 

“Dude, you look like shit.” Atlas’s roommate, Niven, looked upon him with concern, shaking him to get his attention.

Focusing his eyes on Niven’s face, his eyebrows knit together in confusion. The atrocious ringing that pestered him was too loud to hear what he said. “I can’t…I can’t hear you.” He motioned to his head, taking a deep breath and struggling to sit up. 

It was a struggle to get ahold of her, but he managed to get a response through text of her address. Niven was kind enough to drive him, letting him know through a note on his phone to reach out if he needed any help later. 

Knocking on the door was a struggle but when it swung open, the man he was met with, who he assumed was her father, only helped drag him up the stairs. Moving through the house, he barely processed the pictures that he passed, seeing some of what he assumed was Rosa and her family. They looked…happy. 

He was all but tossed at Rosa when her bedroom door was opened. 

The moment there was skin to skin contact, the air that rushed into his lungs felt like the first breath after being held underwater for too long. With him leaning over her, he could see the color returning to his soulmate’s skin. The ringing dissipated and the need for food and sleep weighed down on him. 

A part of him was pleased that he felt better, yet some sick, dark part of him wished they never needed each other to begin with… 

This couldn’t be happening. 

“No no no no. Fuck!” Rosa took the closest thing to her – a plastic wrapping – and threw it against the wall. Tears pooled in her eyes and a single blink had them streaming down her face in a flood. “This can’t be fucking happening.” Her words came out pitiful and unsteady. 

She never thought she’d be here, sitting on the floor of her bathroom with a positive pregnancy test in hand. The two lines taunted her, slapping her in the face at the reality of the situation. Not even twenty, pregnant – to her hated soulmate nonetheless – and not even through college yet. 

Giving herself a moment to cry and let the overwhelming feeling of dread wash over her, Rosa stood and trudged her way down the stairs. 

“Mama, are you home?” She called out, her voice hoarse. At her side, she clenched the test tighter in her hand. 

Hearing shuffling down the hall towards the den, the voice she was looking for called out. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” Mama called out, making her way down the hall. 

Upon seeing her daughter in such a disheveled state, her maternal instincts were on high alert. “My love, what’s wrong-” Looking at her from head to toe, her breath caught in her chest. “Oh, sweetheart…”

Today they were to meet at a cafe on campus to get their allotted time of physical contact. Weeks had passed since their bond withdrawal, let alone the night they drunkenly slept together. Each meetup felt longer than the last. They barely spoke to each other, let alone look at each other. 

After a long and emotional conversation with her mother, Rosa had to tell Atlas, it was only right. Unlike his personal life, she wasn’t one to sleep around, he was the second person she had ever slept with, the last being three years prior in high school. 

Bile rose in her throat, distracting her from the textbook that rested open before her. 

“Atlas, I need you to listen because I’m only going to say this once.” Rosa began, folding her hands together in her lap. From her peripheral vision, she noticed his attention get drawn to her reluctantly.

Mentally, she was yelling at herself, but the longer she hesitated, the worse she felt. 

“Wha-” 

“I’m pregnant.” 

The world stopped. The weight of the world pushed down on her shoulders at his silence. Slowly, she lifted her head to meet his eyes. Unsurprisingly, the look on his face showed nothing but horror. Atlas leaned away, opening and closing his mouth yet no words came out. He set his jaw the last time he closed his mouth before standing up and quickly grabbing his things. 

“You can’t just run out on this!” She protested, pushing back in her chair and stood up, “Take some responsibility.” 

“Responsibility? Are you fucking serious right now?” He tossed his backpack over his shoulder, staring down at Rosa. “I never wanted a fucking soulmate, I never wanted this- Whatever the hell this is, and I don’t want it. You can’t expect me to just accept this. If you want to keep it, fine, I’ll stick around just to keep you alive if that’s what you want, but keep me out of it.” Each word was laced with venom, tearing her down at the emphasis of those words. 

He walked out without another word and she stood there, feeling the stare of other patrons as tears began to run down her cheeks. 

Atlas kept his word to say the least. He showed up to keep her alive, if she needed extra energy due to morning sickness or stress, he was there physically but never emotionally or mentally. When Rosa went into labor, he stayed a majority out of the room unless he was needed. 

As time went on, he had paid the bare minimum in child support, he never held his child or asked to see them. He became the typical absent father. No one was surprised. 

Rosa started to experience horrible postpartum depression and never truly recovered. Her mother and father had taken over the majority of the care for the baby. With her holed up in her room, the time between meetings to satisfy the bonds were still frequent but had begun to falter due to her emotional state and his reluctance to be around. 

She sought professional help and things were getting better. 

By the time the little one was three, there was a routine, Atlas followed it, steered clear of the kid, paid the money on time.

But one day the tension snapped, the metaphoric glass spilled over. 

“I can’t do this anymore! It’s driving me insane!” Atlas had stormed into the house, eyes bloodshot, breath ragged. “Why did I agree to keep you alive?! You have done nothing but drag me down with you every step of the way.” 

Mama had taken the kid away so they wouldn’t hear the fighting, she didn’t want this to be imprinted in their memory. 

“You think I like this any more than you do? I’m a single mom living with her parents while my selfish baby daddy is still sleeping around like the disgusting slut he was in college!” 

“Woe is me, Rosa. Give me a damn break!” He stepped into her personal space, faces inches apart, “You could have got rid of that kid but no! You kept it and ruined your life, my life, and your family’s life! I’m done, I’m not coming over, I’m not answering any more calls, I’m not sending any more money.” 

Her father pushed him away, eyes wide at the implications of his words. 

“If you want to see selfish, you are going to rot in hell with me.” 

Your grandparents never wanted you to hate them. They never wanted you to be afraid of what fate had in store for you. Both encouraged you to be your best self in spite of the rough hand you were dealt in life.

Communication was a skill they wanted you to know and wanted you to know it well. It was a lesson they instilled as far back as your memory went. If you needed help, you asked, if you felt curious, you questioned, but most important, if you were hurting, you told.   

They wouldn’t let you succumb to the same circumstances as your parents did.

[kookieswan]

I’m so happy that you hit your milestone!! Would you be willing to do Red salvia with RM? Maybe a soulmate au but whatever you think will be best! Thank you!!

Red Salvia - Forever Mine

Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 500+

Genre: Soulmate AU. Fluff. So much fluff.

Warnings: None 🌸

Summary: You’re forever his, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Notes: Ahhh thank you so much lovely. I’m more than willing and I hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun writing something so soft heh 🌸

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“Morning baby.” It’s enough to make you wake; the sound of your lovers voice making the sleepy smile on your face turn bright. Cracking open your eyes, Namjoon is the first thing you see, the shine of the sun sneaking through the shades making him glow just as brightly as the smile he wears.

“Mmmh, morning Joon…” Unable to stop yourself, you bring a hand up to caress his cheek. The dimples quickly appear as he leans closer and turns to the side slightly, just enough to kiss your fingers. It makes you giggle, the feather light touches of his lips against your skin.

He grabs for your hand and holds it, a pleasant silence overtaking the room. He leaves a few more kisses against your fingers, then trails up your hand and eventually to your wrist. He stops there, lips ghosting over the pretty red ink that’s resided in the spot since you met him.

It was an accident, you really hadn’t meant to bump into him on your walk. Maybe you were a little too distracted by your phone, but then again, he’s the one that practically ran you over. As much as you love Joon, you never want him to body slam you again… Well, not like that anyway.

He felt so bad that he offered to take you out for coffee, and of course you agreed because how could you not? Such a handsome man and some hot chocolate to top it off? A win win, which turned out to be even more of a win when you noticed the new little red spot on your wrist. Just a simple petal then, but sure enough, it matched the tiny spot that had appeared on Namjoon’s… His delighted laugh as the realization is something you’ll never forget.

And the rest is history.

“Another petal appeared last night.” Nearly toppling the both of you over, you spring out of the covers and onto him, taking his arm to look for yourself. Sure enough, his salvia flower has another petal, now nearly enough to make it to the top of the plant. Almost complete, almost finalized.

“It’s so pretty…” It’s something you think every time; it’s so pretty. It’s so pretty agains his honey skin, so pretty when you compare it to your own. Glancing down at your own wrist, you confirm that you both have another petal, both happy and thriving and content. He tightens his free arm around you, holding you to him snuggly.

“They’re almost full now, we’ll be fully bonded in no time.” Fully bonded. Nothing sounds better than spending the rest of your life with him. Coming home to him, waking up to him in the morning, getting to experience your lives together… You’ll be completely connected.

“I’m so happy we found each other. It’s cheesy sounding but; you’re the love of my life Joon. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He gives you a gentle look then, eyes warm as he draws you close enough to leave a soft kiss against your forehead, his long bangs tickling your warm cheeks. His words come out as a whisper, but they’re a comfort.

“You’d be fine, but no worries… You’re forever mine baby.”

[pinchofhoney]

HIII

First off: YAAAYYY we hit the same milestones together omg!

You're practically my tumblr soulmate now!!

Secondly, my request:

Ben Barnes with angst prompt 1 and fluff prompt 9.

Maybe like best friends in love but they see each other fall in love with other people before they accept their feelings and get together??

a tale of chance and destiny # 200 follower special event

» prompt event » special events masterlist

angst prompt one: “i guess i wasn’t enough, was i?”

fluff prompt nine: “how much longer are you going to hide your feelings for me, dummy?”

gif is not mine, credit to the owner

ben barnes x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warning: a little angst with a fluff touch, friends to lovers

summary: Life can be a whirlwind of surprises, especially when it comes to matters of the heart.

a/n: oh, who do we have here?? my sweetest tumblr dot com user<33 hello!! let's shine together and continue to be delusional by writing things that will never happen lmao

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taglist: @myladydarkling @alexxavicry

The torment of unrequited love had been with you for as long as you could remember. Your heart ached every time you looked at Ben, your best friend, and realized that he would probably never feel the same way about you again. Yet, you couldn't help but hold onto hope that maybe, just maybe, he would see you in a different light.

As you both grew up together, spending countless hours playing in the park, building forts in the woods, and dreaming about your future, your bond grew stronger. You shared everything with each other, including your passion for acting. You made a promise to pursue it together, and you did just that.

But fate had a cruel way of teasing you. Your friendship took an unexpected turn when you were cast as love interests in a movie. You both tried to resist the chemistry between you, but it was too strong to ignore. You dove headfirst into a romantic relationship, believing that it was meant to be. However, the harsh reality of the entertainment industry set in, and the demands of your busy schedules made it almost impossible to find time for each other. The once-strong bond began to fray, and you both realized that you were better off as friends.

The aftermath was a painful and bittersweet journey. Years went by, and both you and Ben tried to move on with your lives, dating other people and pursuing your careers. But the feelings you had for each other never completely vanished. You could still feel the intense longing, the deep yearning for something you couldn't have. The memories of what could have been haunted you, and you found yourself daydreaming about Ben, wondering if things could have been different.

One particularly rough day on set, you returned home exhausted and defeated. You collapsed onto your bed and let out a deep sigh. Your mind was filled with images of Ben with his new girlfriend, laughing and smiling together on social media. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and sadness.

You dragged yourself to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. You stared at your reflection, feeling completely drained. “I guess I wasn't enough, was I?” you said to yourself, your voice barely above a whisper.

The tears fell freely down your face, and you tried to wipe them away with shaking hands. But they kept coming, a never-ending reminder of the pain you felt deep inside. You didn't know how to move on, how to forget about Ben and the feelings you had for him for all these years.

You tried to push away the feeling of sadness and jealousy that crept up inside you. You knew you shouldn't feel this way, that Ben was free to be with whoever he wanted. But the thought of him with someone else just made your heart ache.

You leaned against the bathroom sink and closed your eyes, trying to calm your racing thoughts. Suddenly, your phone buzzed on the counter, interrupting your thoughts. It was a text from Ben.

“Hey, are you okay? You seemed pretty down today,” the message read.

Your heart skipped a beat as you read his words. You hesitated for a moment before typing out a response.

“Not really. Just feeling a bit overwhelmed,” you replied.

A few seconds later, your phone buzzed again.

The pain was becoming unbearable. The thought of Ben with another woman was a constant thorn in your side, a reminder of everything you couldn't have. And now, with him asking if you wanted to talk, the temptation to spill your heart out was almost too much to bear.

You wanted nothing more than to tell him everything. To let him know how much you loved him and how much it hurt to see him with someone else. But you knew that it would only make things worse. So, you swallowed your pain and replied with a simple “No, I'm fine.”

The silence that followed was deafening. You sighed deeply and cast a quick glance at your reflection. Your smudged makeup made you look even more pathetic, as if crying for a man you couldn't have wasn't enough.

The realization hit you hard – you were in love with someone who would never love you back. You tried to push the thought away, but it clung to you like a disease. Every moment you spent with Ben was filled with the unspoken tension of unrequited love.

You had to pull yourself together, especially since tomorrow you were going to have to visit the set where you were supposed to meet Ben. You took a quick shower, where you thoroughly cleaned your face of any leftover makeup and changed into comfortable pajamas, then went straight to bed, trying not to think about your friend and the girl who made him smile widely.

But sleep was elusive, and your mind raced with thoughts of Ben. You couldn't escape the pain, no matter how hard you tried. You tossed and turned, wishing for the sweet release of unconsciousness, but it never came.

The morning came too soon, and you dragged yourself out of bed, feeling more exhausted than ever. As you got dressed, the thought of seeing Ben again filled you with both dread and excitement. You knew that you had to be strong, to put on a brave face and act like everything was okay.

But as soon as you saw him, all your resolve crumbled. The way he smiled at you, the sound of his voice, the way he moved – it all reminded you of what you couldn't have.

Despite trying to keep your feelings under control, you found it increasingly difficult to hide your emotions for Ben. Every time you saw him with someone else, your heart ached. You tried to convince yourself that his happiness was all that mattered, but deep down, you knew you were lying to yourself.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, and you both continued living your lives as best as you could. But little did you know, Ben was also struggling with his feelings for you. You had always assumed he was happy in his relationships, but that wasn't the case.

One day, after a long day of work, Ben asked you to come over to his apartment for a drink. You happily accepted, excited to spend some time with him. As you walked in, you couldn't help but feel nostalgic. Nothing had changed since your last visit a few months ago.

After catching up on each other's lives, you and Ben had a few drinks and began to feel more relaxed in each other's company. As the night wore on, Ben turned to you and with a twinkle in his eye, asked, “How much longer are you going to hide your feelings for me, dummy?” You felt your heart skip a beat, unsure of how to respond. You had always been afraid of confessing your feelings to Ben, afraid that it might ruin your friendship, especially since it didn't work out for you once. But Ben had something else to say, “We broke up with Lena a few days ago, and I couldn't keep it up any longer. To hide what I really feel and I know you feel the same.”

You couldn't believe it. The man you had secretly loved for so long had just confessed that he felt the same way about you. Without hesitation, you leaned in and kissed him. It was a sweet, gentle kiss that felt like all the stars in the sky had aligned just for you. It felt like everything finally made sense, and all your fears were put to rest.

You spent the rest of the night talking about your future together, dreaming up all the amazing things you could do and be as a couple. You snuggled up together on the couch, feeling content and happy.

As you left Ben's apartment that night, you couldn't help but feel grateful for all the years of friendship that had brought you to this moment. You had been through so much together, and now you were finally able to take the next step in your journey together.

You knew that the road ahead wouldn't be without its challenges. You had made mistakes in the past, and you were determined not to repeat them. But as you looked up at the starry sky, you knew that destiny had brought you and Ben together for a reason. You placed your trust in the universe and felt a sense of peace knowing that everything would work out as it should.

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𝑨 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒛𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

(who turns out to be real and your soulmate all along)

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Warnings: mentions of depression/mental health. References to a break up. curse words. Indication of sex. A cute little plot twist. Evan peters overload.

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You were waiting. Waiting for him to come back.

You were heartbroken. The guy you thought you knew... The guy you thought you loved.. a twin flame or soulmate, was one big lie. He tricked you. Making you believe it was love, that he truly loved you which begs the question.. well if he did.. then surely he wouldn't have left you so easily. Left you alone feeling confused and worthless. Tragic timing. The weather was changing. It was growing colder and darker with each passing day and when the first golden crisp leaf fell from the tree, you fell to the ground with it. Tears also falling. Your seasonal depression came back around just as autumn did and just in crappy time for your heartbreak. Perfect timing was the only term to describe it, either that or typical. Which brings us back to waiting. waiting for him to come back though not him.. Not your ex but Him. Evan. Your imaginary best friend.

Evan was always there. High or low that boy was there. You had known him for such a long time, since you were young and together you grew up with him never leaving your side. You had a bond so strong that it was unbreakable and where it came from was magic, he was magic. Where he had come from you had no recollection so he was what you could gather as your imaginary best friend. Through all the tears, laughter, pinky promises, drunken parties, accidental sleepovers and milestones in life, Your Evan was always there. Like your bond, as if by magic he would pop up when you needed him most, as all imaginary best friends do. A time like this is where you needed him now more than ever and so you impatiently waited. knee bouncing, nail biting, tears running. Waiting.

Days had passed and nothing but during those days you had time to slightly heal. Overtime feelings for your ex grew cold. Love turned to hate and in the end you could see as clear as day that he wasn't right for you and that you weren't really feeling it in the first place. You completely ignored your gut feelings and anxious attachment was definitely to blame. Stupid anxious attachment girlie.

Anxious attachment was something you were working on. It faded as the days passed awaiting Evan to pop up, impressively, because usually you'd be tearing yourself apart by now! Yet another autumn walk through the woods cleared your racing mind and with a breath of fresh air you let it go. Surprising what a lot of self care reading can do (recommendations include 'Good vibes good life' and 'Healing is the new high' by vex king). Now depression on the other hand. hard work. but you were one tough cookie.

Or so you thought...

By the evening you clutched your naked body, rocking back and forth under the hot running shower. Every droplet of water burned but not as much as your eyes from the running mascara that leaked into your eyes and down over your puffy red cheeks. You needed to get away. You didn't want to be here anymore and you wanted your best friend. You wanted Evan.

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Rolling out of bed in the morning made your mental breakdown in the shower last night feel like a fever dream, the autumn sun spilling through the window instantly made you feel better. You felt positive and recharged, ready to start the day. Today you felt more alive. You now felt silly for the intrusive thoughts.. for the crying and begging to the universe pleading for Evan to show up so desperately when you know the universe has what it has for you and if that means no love or no imaginary best friend then except that it's for a good reason and better things are coming.

Autumn walks had become a habit now. You knew that staying inside was no good for your seasonal depression which resulted in learning to love the changing colour of the leaves, the cold crisp air against your skin and the autumn smells of rain, coffee and pumpkins. You invested in some cute outfits and so the whole aesthetic of it all was giving Pinterest vibes and you almost couldn't wait to get out, play your 'sweater weather' playlist on Spotify and pretend you were in some music video of some sort. And the best part? Your Boots. There wasn't one day of the year that you didn't rely on your trusted old docs.. you had a whole collection and your extra chunky ones for fall made a comeback. Currently you slid them on eagerly, balancing in the dusty dim entrance hall of the house before swinging a scarf around your clavicle. It was untill you reached out to firmly grasp the handle of the front door to make your exit when you felt something was different today. Something was off. You felt a presence. 

You quietly lingered for a moment, the only sound was muffled music spilling from your headphones. A presence so thick that you almost felt scared. Was it a ghost? it was nearing Halloween after all, all sorts of spooky shit happens this time of year. It couldn't be, the presence felt too strong, too familiar, a connection you knew all too well. You could feel it. It was on the otherside of the door. Then a shadow. A movement of a shadow through the stained glass window of the door. You attempt to squeeze your eyes shut as tightly as you could before making the brave move of opening the door, scared of what or who would be on the otherside. 

A sudden gust of cool autumn breeze hits you while your checkered scarf flaps with it. Eyes still closed the presence lunges forwards and engulfes you in the tightest grip. You were bound by thick cords of soft fuzzy wool, the large warm arms that tightned around you pulled you in so close you felt wrapped up in a weighted blanket and you took in the familiar scent from the warmth of their chest. You recognized it instantly without even having to check. It was your imaginary best friend. It was Evan. 

You relaxed into his embrace, it felt like home and while you squeezed him back tighter he took in the scent of you with one big heave of his chest. It was comforting. His grip couldn't get any more tighter while his brown puppy dog eyes began glistening with tears which thankfully to him you couldn't see. 

"Y/n" he gasped with relief.

You tried not to breakdown, you needed this a long time ago but at least he's here now, therefore your eyes remained closed taking it all in while continuing to fight the urge not to cry. 

"I've been so worried about you, I haven't heard from you in weeks and one of your friends told me about the split, only now I'm finding out about it. shit y/n.. I'm sorry" he rushed, his deep heavy voice vibrating beneath his warm snuggly jumper to which you paid no attention. He was your safe space and you switched off for a moment only focusing on his presence but not his words.

"I'm here now it's okay, I'm going to make it all go away"

Now that you paid attention to. No wonder he was imaginary, He was perfect.

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A couple of hours passed since being reunited with your imaginary best friend and already you had a day at the pumpkin patch planned. Matching tattoo ideas saved. A whole new shared playlist created on Spotify to enjoy together and a stay at a log cabin all booked up for this weekend which is what you really wanted most. You wanted nothing more but to get away so Evan made every effort to make that happen and so now here you were on a cold rainy evening. Candles lit around your warm cozy bedroom, packing thick jumpers and leggings and all things essential into a travel bag ready for your little get away. A log cabin in the woods, how fitting for this time of year. You pictured the roaring fire, the golden trees surrounding you, the heated tub out on the porch, steam and bubbles. Hot chocolates and fluffy warm socks. Pumpkin carving and horror films. It was going to be perfect.

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It was like walking on clouds, maybe because the mud beneath your black converse (Weird to not be wearing your chunky boots for a change) was soft and disgustingly squidgy. Though the feeling of walking on clouds could be because of the fact that your small hand in comparison to Evans large, warm hand was laced together, hand in hand as you staggered around the pumpkin patch. Matching converse (Evan insisted) and cute matching scarfs and the biggest goofiest smiles on your faces. Evans face lit up at every pumpkin, joking around and making up a name for each one... "So this one is Jerry..." He lent over to pick up 'jerry' while pulling a twisted face at how small and crooked the poor pumpkin looked. "He really struggled... 'growing' up" he joked suggestively. Your hands reach for your face to cover up your giggles, he had you in stitches. Evan chuckled deeply, impressed by the reaction he had out of you. Infact he was very satisfied with himself, your laughter meant everything to him.

"I think he's quite... cute" you giggled with amusement, eyeing the pumpkin. Evan held it up high by its oddly thin twisty stalk.

Evan smiled proudly at it then back to you with the cutest, dorkiest smile.

"you think princess? Shall we adopt Jerry?"

You nodded excitedly with glimmer in your eyes, holding your hands out in a 'gimmie gimmie!' manner. If it was one thing your imaginary best friend could do, it was bring out your happy and playful side. He really healed your inner child.

Both you and Evan continued to stagger around the pumpkin patch hand in hand for another half an hour or so before picking out your two main pumpkins in preparation for pumpkin carving night at the log cabin. Deeply it was secretly an excuse for you both to enjoy the moment a bit longer, never wanting to let each other go. Your hands laced together a tad bit tighter, swinging with each step as you both yearned for each other.. talking, laughing and flirting endlessly. Even though you got lost in Evan, always feeling like you two were the only people to grace planet earth when you two were together, you couldn't help but notice now and then some of the looks you were gaining from almost everyone around. The whispered gossip between the strangers (mainly girls) made you feel slightly uncomfortable and they were taking... Photos? Even videos possibly. Although that didn't really shock you too much.. you were with your imaginary best friend after all.. you must have looked insane walking around talking to yourself, pretending to hold hands while laughing. You could just see it now, posted all over Tik Tok in no time 'crazy girl at pumpkin patch'.

"what's on your mind pumpkin princess?"

A squeeze of your hand and it shook you out of thought.

You giggled lightly at the nickname, a smile appearing back on your pretty face. Evan admired your beauty, eyes glistening in the autumn sun.

"nothing... Um... Photos?" You questioned as you clock on some more girls in the distance. They were clearly taking more photos. How rude. Brownie points for attempting to do it discreetly though, you guess.

"you read my mind! Let's try and get someone to take a photo of us" He smiled.

'no need to try' you thought...

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Pumpkins picked, photos taken, you were soon in the privacy of the car, the warmth of the heaters blasting air on your cold pale faces and the sound of Weezer blearing through the speakers from the playlist you both made. Destination, log cabin. In the middle of the woods, In the middle of nowhere.

Perfect.

"IF YOU WANT TO DESTROY MY SWEATER!!!"

You both yelled, singing to the top of your lungs.

The trees were a blur as the car sped down the wet secluded road while you, the passenger princess sang with your pretend microphone while Evans hair bounces as he lightly headbangs, fists gripping the steering wheel. It was kinda cute and kinda hot at the same time so you put the pretend microphone down and watched him eagerly. Evan jamming to alternative rock... Such a turn on.

Once you pulled up to the log cabin surrounded by beautiful warm hues of golden oranges and yellows from the trees. Evan wasted no time in carrying the bags and even you into the cabin. Being slung over his shoulder wasn't what you expected but it was fun, the way he carried you and the bags with little to no effort at all was another big turn on and you had to kick yourself for a minute for feeling that way.

"okay princess, I'm going to start lighting the fire and getting this place warmed up... You get yourself settled and maybe set the pumpkins up ready" Evan spoke out excitedly, his voice firm and deep.

You loved how Dominate he could be. Always the one making solid plans, always the one to lead. That's a man right there, leaving you nothing but to fall into your soft feminine side, feeling safe and comfortable and able to just relax. Completely opposite to your ex who always used to put you in flight or fight mode, feeling like you always had to make all of the bold decisions and plans and lead and what not. Very stressful. very non-princess treatment like.

Now here you were.. sweeped off your feet and placed onto the... worktop?

Your legs instinctively parted as Evan rested between them, his deep eyes hovering over every detail of your face to which you scrunched up your features completely confused.

"Evan?"

Was all that slipped from your mouth until he took them with his own.

He breathed you in, your mouths moulding together in sync as you melted into him. All confusion gone now as your arms naturally drape around his neck, slightly pulling him closer if that was even possible.

"Did you.. just... Bring me.. here.. so you could....."

You gasped in-between kisses. The thought. How it made you feel so weak and so wet down there...

"so I could murder you?' he falsely questioned with a smug smirk against your swollen lips.

You giggled and pushed him away lightly. He stepped back to take in the beauty of your playfulness and the lust that filled your eyes so suddenly. Your cheeks, how they were all pink and flustered, just like the first time you kissed by the lake that one summers night, star gazing upon a tatted old picnic blanket and a sneaky hand up your skirt (How cliche).

"that's not what I was going to say" you bantered, leaning back, glaring at him with your cheeky knowing smile.

"Oh well, whatever it was, you are wrong" Evan teased, effortless brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

You wanted him close again, stood back in-between your legs, his veiny large hands gripping at your thighs while your fingers ran through his curly locks of hair. The juiciness of his lips against yours, they filled you with warmth and now the sudden absence of them made you feel somewhat empty.

It was like that boy could read your mind.. well he probably could with him being your imaginary best friend and all that.. isn't that a thing they can do? Either way, his lips were reconnected with yours once again and this time your legs wrapped around him eagerly as well as your arms. His hands grabbed at your hips desperately, pulling you into him, no balance with you half being on the counter but Evan gripping you into him, your legs around him for support, there's no way you would fall. Only into him. Your safe place.

You breathed one another in, it was a pure but passionate moment. Your pumpkins sat side by side with one another next to you on the counter, patiently waiting to be carved. You were the first to break the kiss when your phone suddenly vibrated on the counter loudly, pinging with notification after notification. Wow... what an earth?

*ping*

"ping"

Evans eyebrows raised at the never ending pinging of notifications, one after the other, after another.

The famous 'someones popular' slipped from his lips with a playful smirk. He looked undeniably cute with his swollen red lips and rosy cheeks, messy curls and his chest heaving from the rush of the kiss. Nothing could draw your attention away from him and so you let your phone buzz all it wanted, this was your weekend getaway, no phones, no distractions, no overthinking. Just you and him and the beautiful trees that surrounded your cabin. Oh.. and your pumpkins.

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The light from flickering candles casted shadows around the cabin, there were tea lights scattered here and there which added to the warmth and the coziness of the roaring fire. You sat at a wooden table decorated with more tea lights and glasses of wine that you and Evan slowly sipped at while carving your pumpkins. Upon the table was also a small bag for the 'pumpkin guts' of course along with small carving tools at hand. You took a slow sip of the rose wine as you carefully watched Evan in amusement as he scrolled endlessly through Pinterest on his phone for 'pumpkin face' Ideas. He looked so cute with his eyebrows knitted together, deep consideration to what he was going to choose.

"fuck it, I'm just gonna go with the vomiting pumpkin" he sighs, grabbing his wine to swig down his decision.

A giggle gasped from your mouth, almost snorting out the wine.

"fair enough, I may go with the standard jack the skeleton" you say proudly followed by another sip.

"how about a cliche jack and sally?' he questioned.

"perfect! Maybe we can cut a heart into Jerry and put him in between them" you smile, excitedly wiggling in your chair.

"That's a freaking awesome idea!" Evan cheered on and you laughed at his over enthusiastic reaction.

You both began carving away and of course Evan was better at carving then you. Every now and then you would tilt your head slightly over to his side to compare how he was getting on and every now and then you would pout at how well he was doing and how much you struggled. Ripping the 'pumpkin guts' out is fun.. drawing the pumpkins face is also quite fun but trying to carve it without cutting yourself or messing up.. not so fun.

"how are you getting on princess?"

Evan looked over at you with his warm chocolate brown eyes to study your face that looked between being scared and defeated all at once as you carefully tried hacking at your pumpkin.

"come here"

Evan snapped you up out of concentration, as you lifted your head and put your utensil down you noticed him patting his lap and sliding out his chair for you to sit with him.. or shall we say on him. Without hesitation you jumped to your feet, the biggest smile plastering your face which looked a little less stressed now. He reached over to pull your pumpkin over to him on the table nearly knocking the wine while doing so but you both chuckled in amusement and continued on. It felt like home sat in Evans lap, your back leaning into the warmth of him, his breath tickling at your neck while he cowered over you, arms wrapped around you as he got to work carving out your pumpkin. It was such a small but intimate moment, the whole vibe in itself was cute and wholesome, the lights, the wine, the roaring fire, the arms that draped around you, just you and Evan cozied up in a secluded little log cabin in the middle of nowhere in the middle of autumn.

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"you did it princess" he whispered into your ear.

Your eyes lit up as Evan finished up the last bit of carving, it was insanely accurate and carved out well.

'you mean you did it" you cheered, clapping your hands together.

'we did it" he warmly smiled, his face tilted towards yours.

Tears almost pricked your eyes as you suddenly became overwhelmed, this whole evening was just perfect, Evan was just perfect, why couldn't he really be real.

You twisted to face him still comfortably sat in his lap until your eyes met with his.

"Evan..."

You wanted nothing more but to beg him, cry at him, question him why was here but why doesn't he actually exist. Completely random but you loved Casper the friendly ghost as a child.. was this a deep rooted thing? A trauma response sort of situation.. you knew you loved Casper the friendly ghost because you wanted a friend or something like that in your life while growing up but this was taking the piss.

This, all this was unfair but all so comforting at the same time and you wouldn't have it any other way, You didn't care if you were crazy, you needed him. Evan was your casper the friendly ghost, someone that would always be there no matter what, someone who knows you and loves you deeper than anyone else, a partner in crime if you will.

"what's on your mind baby?"

A nickname you hadn't heard him call you before other than princess and God you were falling hard, this was not good.

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You had been almost quiet with Evan since pumpkin carving, refusing to tell him what was really on your mind though the quietness wore off quickly when the two of you began to whip up some hot chocolates and see who could catch popcorn in their mouth first.

"I did it! I caught it first!"

Muffled shouts from Evan. He stood proud, pacing around the kitchen, popcorn crackling in his mouth, crunching and munching.

A piece of popcorn flew at him to which you'd thrown with a roll of your eyes. "Big whoop, I still get to choose the horror film later" you teased.

Evan chuckled, a cheeky smirk creeping up on his face.

"well make sure you pick the scariest one so you can throw yourself onto me because don't you worry baby, I'll be there to protect you"

Baby... He had no idea what he was doing to you right now.

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It was nearing late hours of the evening.. some of the tea lights were slowly one by one fading out but the crackling fire continued going strong, filling the room with a warm glow. Both you and Evan huddled in front of it, side by side on the floor, cushions scattered around for comfort and support while you chatted on talking about anything and everything. At some point of the night you were going to get Evan to tell you a story in which he always does, he improvises so well, does the voices and everything! all the while playing with your hair while in the comfort of his chest. All in good time though, you were enjoying yet another intimate moment in front of the fire, some sort of tension in the air but still comfortable none the least.

The flickering of flames from the roaring fire lit up your features. Something about the warmth and the glow of the flames that casted hues of warm tanned tones over your glowing skin began to draw Evans attention and it was magnetic. Both of you now over heating with some sort of tension. It wasn't the warmth from the fire before you, but the fire within. The burning desire for your Best friend and he radiated the same energy. You both felt it. A deep connection with eachother that you had with no one else, not even your ex.

His chocolate eyes bore Into your own, the darkness of them an unfamiliar lighter shade then usual from the fire that warmed them. You studied them with great intensity, although a warm chocolatey shade they were still somehow dark and intense, something deep was running through the back of them, his thoughts wild. Wild for you. And you knew it. Again a connection like no other. A connection only you both shared and it was time to explore it further. As if you could mind read, there was no permission or awkwardness or waryness between you both. Your eyes locked and you naturally move in closer.

Evans intense gaze loses sight of your own as together you fall into one another, eyes closed and lips locking with passion. This wasn't the first time you kissed tonight but it felt different this time and as if in sync you move ever so quickly but oh so ever gently to peel the soft clothing from one another.

It wasnt until you were fully naked, legs slightly folded over one another in a vunrable protective stance, leaning back for Evan to drink you in with a lustful yet loving yet thirsty sex starved gaze. Your innocent questioning eyes focus soley on his once more as he continues to take you in. Your breasts fully exposed perfectly as you lean back a little more and now it only hits you that you are little bit nervous but you remind yourself to keep focusing on him, his beautiful skin looking smooth and inviting in the glowing warmth. The flickering movements from the flames dancing over his toned chest and slight defined abs. How you wanted so bad to start littering soft sloppy kisses over his skin.

He moves in closer now, slightly crawling up to you like a lion after it's prey and the first touch is like the fire itself. It's hot, it burns and it melts right into your skin sending tantalizing tingles all over your body. He leans over you in front of the fire, his one arm holding himself up above you while the other scoops around your waste to slide underneath your back his firm palm now pressed against your back, holding your body weight as you relax into his touch and as you fall weak, relying on his firm grasp to hold you, he pushes you up into him. His hot touch moulded firmly into the hot flesh of your back. He used this to take you in with his mouth again, exploring deep and more passionatly this time to the point a soft moan tried to escape your throat.

Gasps fill the room, high pitched breathy moans escape your mouth as Evan loses himself in you. You take him so desperately, every inch of him feeling insanely good. You greedily buck your hips and he grips your glutes to help support while also lifting and pushing so he can get deeper. Your arms wrap around his neck, your breasts bouncing as he pounds into you then suddenly slows his rhythm. As hungry as you both were he wanted to devour you in every way possible and that meant also slowing things down to make slow, sensual, pure love to you. The heat of the fire made you all the more hot and you began sweating but wow it was worth it. you both melted into one another, the moans, the gasping, it was all so passionate. You had never been this turned on before. Evan was a beast. The fact that he wanted you and as much as you wanted him, now that was an intimacy you never thought you'd experience, you felt on fire, you felt loved, you felt powerful and sexy and owned and free all at the same time. And then you came undone.

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You came down from your highs together, your tangled bodies falling limp in front of the fire, Evan cradling you while weakly planting soft weak kisses over your collarbones and neck before burying his head into your shoulder, his curls brushing your flushed face. Your legs are still wrapped around him and you squeeze them around his waist not wanting to ever let go, as clique as it sounded you wish you could stay in his arms like this forever.

As if the night couldn't get any more perfect, the sound of rain lightly began to pitter patter upon the cabin which was Evans que to scoop you up and get you both tucked up into bed. Your body clung to him as he lifted you, his arms strong, his veiny hands supporting you and a long lingering kiss to your cheek as he beelined slowly to the large bed that presented itself in front of large glass windows that were decorated with fairy lights. The thick white duvet felt cool and fresh, a clean cotton floral smell and was oh so ever soft. If you were to sleep on a giant fluffy marshmallow, This is what it would feel like. You wriggled in position as Evan lent over you after putting you down, leaning in to place a sweet innocent kiss young your forehead but just as he went to move away, freakishly your eyes shot open and you gripped his arm tightly to pull him back.

"where are you going!?"

You practically jolted up, panic in your voice.

Your once sleepy eyes now wide awake, anxiety filling your chest as Evan immediately looked at you with worry.

"no where baby girl, I'm just moving to get under the covers next to you" he reassured and as he did so he began smoothing your hair away from your face gently, brown eyes deep with concern. He noticed the glistening tears filling up in your eyes and with no hesitation he cupped your face and began kissing you hard over and over.

"i'm not going anywhere, I'm right here" he gasped pulling away.

The absence of his mouth on yours deepened your anxiety so you gripped his face to pull him back close. Faces inches apart his dark worried eyes continued searching your own. "Hey whats all this about princess"

Your soft fingertips bury themselves into the stuble of his pale cheeks before tracing them softly over his perfectly handsome face, taking in every detail so you can keep them detailed in your memory forever.

Your mind races with a thousand thoughts all at once, heart pounding in your chest, both fighting each other if you should express to Evan with all honesty of what was really troubling you. Torn between your heart and your mind you stayed silent but Evan was not going to live it down until he knew what was going on and if you were okay, his eyes still deeply focused on you. Unexpectedly for him though you suddenly slid from under him, the sheets being dragged down with you as you leap towards the bathroom in panic mode, grabbing your phone from the side quickly and slamming the door clean shut behind you. your visions blurred from hot wet tears, trembling as you slid down with your back against the wooden door, shivering as you plonked down on the cold creaky floor.

"hey Y/N" Evans muffled voice vibrating behind the door. He only ever used your name if it involved a serious or more formal conversation.

"y/n please.. let's talk, I'm here"

You gasped out, tears finally spilling and now you were sobbing uncontrollably, shaking your head at the last part.

"no.. no you're not here!" You cried loudly. You were definitely having a mental break. Your heart raced, it was getting hot and you couldn't breathe, gasping for air you panted quickly.

Evan now began to panic hearing the pain in your voice, he could sense your anxiety and it worried him so much. It was the the last thing that Evan wanted was you to make yourself extremely stressed and unwell and he would break down the door with his bare hands if it came to it.

"I am, I'm here! And I'm not going anywhere so please, please just open up y/n!"

Your heart was breaking, his voice sounded so desperate but you stood your ground too scared to come out and face reality, the reality that there really was no Evan and this was one big joke on your mental health part.

"go away! you aren't real!"

To this Evan stepped away from the door in shock. A deer stuck in headlights, he was lost for a minute. His heart gained speed, anxiety now creeping up on him also, his voice cracking as he went to speak.

"...what do you mean I'm not real? Of course I'm real and I'm here for you, I'm always going to be here for you"

The shaking of your head continues, refusing to take in what he was saying.

"go away, just go away!" You cried.

"never, I'm always going to be here" Evan said sternly, he pressed his head against the door. "Now please just let me in, let me hold you"

Your warm tears cooled against your face as you trembled and hiccupped your way back to calmer more deeper breaths. You tried your very hardest to finally calm down and self soothe and once your mind finally cleared itself for a minute you took another deep breath and clicked onto your phone to check notifications or text one of your best friends, anything to bring you back down to earth again and make you feel sane.

To what you suddenly witnessed didn't do much to 'bring you back down' eyes widening at the bright screen spammed with endless tags, notifications and 'have you seen this!' texts. One in particular caught your eye, a message from your best friend.

'hey girlie! Hope you are okay! You might wanna check Tik Tok... You and Evan peters! Since when?! Why have you not told me about this!!! I am your BEST FRIEND! Anyways have the best weekend! I'm sure you will! 😈😜

Love you! (More than Evan 😋)

Omg and tell him I said hi! And how dare he steals you from me! 🥲 x

You pull a face in confusion, lost but still amused by your best friends text none the less. What does she mean by checking Tik Tok? but then your heart's in your mouth... Oh no. The crazy girl at the pumpkin patch suddenly springs to mind and you feel so uneasy racing your fingers tappety tap onto Tik Tok quickly.

Floods and floods of shared videos from your friends and you click on one quickly in a panic only to find...

'evan peters with girl At pumpkin patch'

Then another one.

'Evan peters girlfriend?'

'cute video of Evan with new girlfriend at pumpkin patch'

And they go on and on and on.

Your hand lands on your mouth and hopefully this is the last time that your eyes fill with tears tonight. You couldn't believe your eyes... this is why your phone was blowing up so much earlier this evening. Videos of you were all over Tik tok and not the ones you imagined walking around all crazy, laughing and talking to yourself. It was videos of you being all cute with... Evan. You couldn't believe it. There in the videos stood Evan. Warm wet tears stained your cheeks, this was all the evidence you needed because there right by your side was Evan. He was right there.. Right next to you.. he was real and wow you looked so happy together! So so happy and so so.. in love. Your heart skipped heavily. Evan was actually real, there he was there in the flesh, caught on screen. It was like catching 'big foot' expect you caught your imaginary best friend... Except he wasn't imaginary! Evan was not imaginary.

"oh my goodness!" You gasped out. Your phone bounced onto the creaky floor, you didn't care too much about the damage when it slipped from your shaky hand. You jumped up, static tickling at your eyesight from light headedness from all the crying. The sudden movement to open the door quickly and jump into Evans arms also played a part in making you feel dizzy but it didn't phase you the slightest, especially since it just made everything seem a blur when you were now back in bed, wrapped up tight in Evans arms, a hundred kisses planting your face.

Your naked bodies were tangled up once more, you were warm again. safe again and overwhelmed with joy and love yet relieved all at once. The rush of Evans breath sending you into heaven as he kept repeating to you that was real while sucking soft wet kisses all over your neck and turning you on once more. He couldn't have held you anymore tighter as he continued to litter you with kisses, promising to never let go.

"you're really real" you breathed out for him to confirm once more, lost in his touch, being devoured by his mouth.

»»-----------►

Evans chest glistened with cold sweat as you rested upon him with warm flushed cheeks, both coming down from your highs and breathing heavily. You could resist to ask once more.. more casually and innocently this time.. you know.. just to double check...

"you are really real? You aren't imaginary?"

Evans chest rumbled with laughter, squeezing you tighter into him.

"Yes I'm really real and I'm upgrading myself from imaginary Best friend to boyfriend if that's okay with you"

"imaginary boyfriend?" You questioned him teasingly.

"no I'm the real thing baby, plus all of my fans agree we make a cute couple so we don't have much of a choice now" he continued to laugh.

Eventually talking and laughing through the rest of the night led to more rounds of sex but who was complaining? And you felt closer to each other now more than ever, the passion was just so intense.

You slept peacefully that night...

Cozing up in a cabin in the arms of your now boyfriend Evan was the most amazing feeling. A getaway well needed was a getaway you both deserved and as the autumn leaves continued to fall quietly all around you.. so did you and Evan.. more and more in love. 🤍

[rexsoka-monthly]

Hey Rexsoka fam!! We’re getting close to hitting 1,500 fics on AO3! In honor of nearing the milestone,

[littleoldpessimistme]

20230525

One of the hardest things for me that I have struggled my whole life with and probably will for a long time is loneliness and I’m fine with that fact most of the time, but lately it’s been on my mind a lot.

This sounds really lame and pitiful but the thing is: I’m not alone. I have friends, wonderful ones, and I’m also pretty close with my family (at least my dad’s side, haven’t really talked to my mother in the last 6 years) so I do have people in my corner.

But sometimes I just get this overwhelming feeling of sadness and anxiety that this isn’t gonna last forever and I already sometimes feel like they don’t care as much about me as I care about them.

Basically I have this feeling that all my friends are eventually gonna find partners, settle down with them and start their own life and I’m not gonna be important to them anymore.

I have a wonderful friend. We’ve known each other since we were 10, we were classmates all through high school as well and also best friends. We had a short period when we didn’t talk as much because we used to have the same group of friends but it was kind of toxic (as groups of high school girls sometimes unfortunately are) so I started hanging out with other friends but this girl stayed in that group (we’ve had multiple conversations about this since then and they were actively ruining her life as well lol) so we just kind of stopped talking for a hot second. In the last year of high school we slowly started to talk to each other again and it turned out that she wanted to go to the same university as me and we decided to be roommates.

Two years have passed since then and I feel like we managed to form such a beautiful bond and although neither one of us is really one for displays of affection (we even joke about this sometimes, that we’ve known each other for more than half our lifetime and we’ve only ever hugged each other like a couple times) I really cherish her presence in my life. We just click so well, I don’t think we’ve ever had an argument since we moved in (and I feel like that’s a telling thing, because living together with someone comes with a lot of compromises and is a big milestone in any relationship it’s normal to have some bumps in the road). I sometimes think that I could live my whole life like this just existing in a shared little two bedroom apartment, watching movies on her bed, having deep converastions at midnight when we have to wake up early the next morning, going grocery shopping together, sitting in our tiny kitchen having dinner and laughing until we can’t breathe just like we always do.

I always hated those questions when they ask you to describe how you imagine yourself in five years because I genuinely don’t know what to say. I never had any sense of what I want from the limited time I get to experience on this earth. The only way I could ever imagine being content is to spend my whole life in my childhood bedroom surrounded by my books and blankets and just being left alone, because I’m so incredibly terrified of the responsibilites of adulthood and life and human interactions. But I feel like living with her the way we’re living right now would make me happy. I would go as far as to call her a platonic soulmate.

I know that sounds incredibly cheesy and domestic and honestly kinda like I’m in love with her, but I have no romantic feeling for her at all, it’s just that my platonic feelings are so deep, that they scare even me sometimes. Especially when they come with feelings of jealousy. She has a fiancé, they’re gonna get married next year if everything goes well and I’m truly happy for them. He’s a great guy, we used to be classmates as well, they’ve been dating since the start of high school and they are just so meant to be.

And I feel like such a terrible person for being jealous of him. He’s studying in a different city but every once in a while he visits us, and I see how they are with each other and it always leaves me with such a bitter feeling because I can clearly see that he is to her what she is to me. They are each other’s soulmates, and it’s so stupid but that hurts me so much, the fact that I’ll never be as much of a central person in her life as she is in mine. That I’m not her soulmate.

And I know that I’m being extremely childish and it’s not like people can’t have multiple people they care deeply about but I just feel like people favour romantic relationships way more than friendships and I don’t know if I’ll ever have a romantic partner because that’s just not really someting that I find all that appealing (I may or may not be on the aroace spectrum). I don’t want kisses and dates and lovey-dovey words and sex, I just want someone to be there for me all the time, like a super best friend, someone who also thinks about me as their soulmate, and not just the other way around.

And I know that my friends love me I just can’t help but feel overwhelmingly hopeless sometimes.

[krsnaencore]

Anniversary Message for Husband: A Token of Cherished Love

An anniversary is a significant milestone that gives us a chance to reflect on our relationships' journey and achievements. For any wife, finding the right words to capture the depth and breadth of feelings for her husband during these moments is crucial. A well-crafted anniversary message for husband can eloquently express shared memories, sincere appreciation, and the joy of companionship tied to this journey.

This article will guide you to pen a personal and endearing anniversary message for your husband, highlighting your deep affection, appreciation, and the sparkle in your marriage that has kept your love growing with each passing year.

Handpicked Anniversary Messages for Your Soulmate

"Walking this journey with you has been my life's greatest joy. Here's to us and to a love that stands the test of time. Happy Anniversary!" This anniversary message conveys the joy of being in love and the strength of your bond.

"On this special day, I want to tell you how much you mean to me. You are my world, my sun, my moon, and my life's greatest blessing. Happy Anniversary, love!" This heartfelt anniversary message for husband is a profound reminder of his remarkable role in your life.

"You've been my anchor in life's stormy sea. Your love and support keep me afloat. Happy Anniversary, dear!" This message acknowledges his unwavering support in the trials life has thrown your way.

"Our love story is a beautiful tale written in the stars by the universe. Here's to our forever. Happy Anniversary!" This message celebrates the beautiful narrative of your love and the eternal bond you share.

"As we journey through life together, I look forward to the laughter, hugs, and shared glances that make our bond special. Here's to many more cherished moments. Happy Anniversary, darling!" This anniversary message for husband is an enticing prospect of your shared future.

"Each year with you is sweeter than the last. You truly are the most wonderful husband. Happy Anniversary!" This message is an apt reminder of how your relationship matured and became sweeter with time.

"From the eternity before us to the memories behind, I cherish every moment with you. Happy Anniversary, my love!" This message promises infinite love and cherishing memories from your shared past.

"Just like wine, our love gets better with time. Here's to another year of us. Happy Anniversary!" This message likens your love and relationship to wine, which only gets better with age.

"In you, I found my love, my best friend, and my perfect match. Every day I am grateful for you. Happy Anniversary, my darling!" This anniversary message for your husband is a sincere expression of the many roles he plays in your life.

"You make my world a better place. With you, I am home. Happy Anniversary to the love of my life." This message emphasizes his profound impact on your life and his role as your emotional refuge.

Choosing the right anniversary message for husband is an art. It should resonate with shared experiences, encapsulate mutual respect, commitment and love, and show appreciation for everything your husband brings into your life. We hope these thoughtful messages inspire you to express your heartfelt sentiments on your special day, ensuring your husband feels loved, cherished, and valued.

[patricklove]

The Top 35 Husband Gifts for the 20th Anniversary That He'll Love

A strong bond formed by two people spending time together is the ideal type of partnership. The milestone of your 20th wedding anniversary is significant for both you and your spouse. On your 20th wedding anniversary, you will have plenty of time to express your love to your husband and to plan a memorable occasion for the two of you. The ideal gifts for a husband's 20th anniversary demonstrate your love for him while also being items he will use and enjoy. 

For this significant occasion, you want to get him something unique, but you're not sure where to begin. We've put together a selection of 20th anniversary gifts that he'll love and treasure for the next 20 years to help you. Take into account the following ideas for a thoughtful and romantic anniversary gift.

These are the best 20th wedding anniversary presents for a husband.

20th Anniversary Night Sky Customizable Photo Wooden Plaque

Light When You Miss Me Moon Lamp For the 20th Wedding Anniversary

I Love You Forever And Always Customized Upload Photo Poster

Customized Name Frame for 20th Anniversary

Customized Lyric Photo for 20th Anniversary

Wonderful Soulmate Photo Acrylic Plaque for Anniversary

Personalized Name Canvas Poster Wall Art Home Decor

I Choose You In A Hundred Lifetimes Blanket

20th Anniversary Baby Life Was Good To Me Personalized Wooden Plaque

20th Anniversary Where Life Begins And Love Never Ends Ornament

and 191 more.

[sunlightwoo]

blooming days

✁ pairing: soulmate!wooyoung x g.n reader

✁ genre: h…hana….hanahaki au… childhood friends to almost lovers trope, angst, slight fluff, sad ending warnings: mentions of death, descriptions of blood but it’s not explicitly mentioned, reader throws/coughs up a lot of petals | rated: 16+

✁ wc: 2027

✁ plot: if you could be a flower, you wouldn’t be any but rather the thorns that are often adorned on the stems of beautiful scarlet roses. the thorn could symbolize anything, but for you, it’s a constant reminder of the unlucky bond that you have with your soulmate; especially when you can do nothing but cough out petals in secret.

✁ a/n: hello welcome to the halfway point of the desire [rewritten] collection!! this specific piece is actually my part in @th84u​‘s a sad smile collab i’m technically late on (i’m so sorry) however i hope you guys enjoyed this piece, even though it’s not a happy ending!! i hope to see you guys on the next part, and please be sure to check out the other authors participating in this collab also!!!

desire [rewritten] navi | ateez masterlist | main navi

“Y/N, hurry up! You’re gonna be late to your own graduation!”

The sound of your best friend’s voice rings out throughout the air as you are rushing out of your room with your cap barely hanging on at the ends of your fingertips. There was a lot of clamor going on in the small living room of your shared apartment, but you knew that it was because of the events that were going on today as you were all struggling to make sure that you would get to your college graduation on time. 

After years of struggling together in college, and even through the different phases that you each went through before that, you and your best friend, Wooyoung were finally getting your diplomas and getting away from the hellhole that would mark a new chapter in your lives. 

“I’m coming! Am I carpooling with you or what?” You say while putting on your cap for a moment, making sure that you’d look okay in the moment that you were about to head towards the large football field, but he gives you a look before shaking his head in response. 

“I’m taking Gaeul with me, but I know Mingi still has room in his car. Besides, we’ll still meet up to take pictures and get food after to celebrate, right?” He offers, making you nod in response as you grin at the very thought of finally being at the finish line of your academic career. 

“Of course! We always make sure to celebrate together!”

However, the next couple hours were adamant on proving you wrong as you must’ve lost him in the crowd. In the midst of cheering and celebrating with your mutual best friends such as San, Mingi, Yunho and Yeosang, you couldn’t find the dark haired male that you were dying to celebrate this big milestone in your life with. It wasn’t until your eyes scan across the field to see him embracing his girlfriend in his arms that makes your heart sink for a moment as you watch him spin her around before kissing her with all the love in him. 

There’s a bitter feeling that settles in your heart that you wished that maybe he had gone to you first since the two of you had always talked about this moment for as long as you could remember. All the memories building up to this moment such as sharing meals late at night, talking about the professors you had hated and the courses that you were so terribly suffering in; you felt some strange feeling in your heart as you could feel something heavy in your lungs. 

A petal falls from the sky as it lands onto the palm of your hand gently and you look to see that it was a petal of a white lily. Little did you know what that had meant for you, for the rest of your life.

You’ve always heard about the tales of the hanahaki disease. 

It was one in which you had always felt sadness, pain for those that had suffered because of this rare disease, that just so happened to be a soulmate bond. There were stories that you have heard where the only reason that you would have hanahaki is because your soulmate had not reciprocated the bond’s powers. You think that it could never be you in the chances that this happens, because you couldn’t be bothered to be in love with someone knowing the slim possibilities of them being your soulmate.

You think that it was absurd even, that a soulmate could have that much power over someone’s well being that it could cause for them to have some sort of flower rooting inside of their hearts. However, you were sadly a victim to the hanahaki disease, as sad as it may seem, and the younger version of you would’ve been ecstatic at the fact that you had finally found your soulmate. 

You and Wooyoung had always been you and Wooyoung, up until the point that he had gotten together with his now girlfriend in your third year of college. You weren’t sure when these feelings had existed in the first place, when you had always been fond of the said boy platonically. 

Was it when he had taken you home from a bad date that made your heart flutter, because it was so late in the night? Was it maybe during that time when you were suffering from a horrible sickness that he somehow was immune to, nursing you back to health when you were bed ridden for over a week? Or was it him always finding a way to take care of you when you were at the lowest points in life, because he knew the right things to say and do so that the smile would somehow still appear on your face at the end of the day. 

Whatever it was, you cursed yourself for it as you had slowly been suffering for the past four years of the hanahaki disease. 

You had found out that the night of your graduation was the first day that the roots were blossoming in your lungs. Every so often, you would cough up a petal or two of white lilies, it wasn’t until recently that the disease had gotten worse and that you could only take deep breaths in order to live properly. The only person that has ever known about this disease was San, however even with his encouragement these past few years had led to you never doing it, because now you were both sitting in the aisles of a wedding ceremony, watching the said individual get married. 

It seemed so torturous, as you were struggling to hold down the white lilies that were almost at full blossom, and you knew that at any given moment, you could die because you never treated the hanahaki. 

You watch painfully as the others have given your speech, a sad smile on your lips and you slightly turn to tug on San’s sleeve to point over towards where the bathroom was. He frowns at your state, seeing as though all the colors that were previously on your face were gone and he motions for you to wait for a moment, not realizing that it was your turn to finally give your speech to the happy couple.

“Here Y/N.” Yunho smiles softly, handing you the microphone gently as you take it into your hands. For a moment, you just stared at everyone who was staring back at you in the reception, until your eyes landed on Wooyoung’s calming ones. 

You pitied your own heart and the universe for this.  

“To the happy couple, I can only wish you the best from here on out. I’ve known you both since our college days, and I couldn’t even imagine how happy the two of you make each other,” You say breathlessly, feeling your own tears pool at the corners of your eyes but you looked at the ceiling to push them away, knowing that you could only blame yourself for never telling him. 

“I hope that Wooyoung treats you with all the love that the world has to offer, Gaeul. He’s the most loving, hardworking, but also amazing person in the world, and I’m even honored to call him my other half. I hope your marriage lives as long as the night stars in the sky.” 

You give the microphone back to Yunho and turn to leave the reception, heading for the gardens that were just outside of the glass windows. The moment that the night breeze hits your skin, so do the tears that you had been struggling to keep in as you start to cough up more white lily petals into your hands the moment that you found a bench to sit on. Ironically, you were surrounded by orchids and other arrangements of flowers, making you wonder if this was the universe’s cruel way of joking with you. 

You had just watched your best friend, and your soulmate, get married to someone else that wasn’t you. It was getting harder to breathe as there were stained lilies in your hands, but you couldn’t see anything else as your tears blurred your vision, and apparently your hearing too, because you didn’t even hear the footsteps that were slowly approaching your shaking figure. 

“Y/N…”

You instantly freeze before turning to see Wooyoung standing underneath the moonlight, noticing how he was frozen in his place as well just seconds until he approaches you slowly. His eyes trail down to the lily petals that were in your hands and it doesn’t take long for him to connect the dots, making him wonder how long you had kept this a secret from him. 

“I’ve loved you for five years, Wooyoung; five years that I’ve been in love with you from afar, and there wasn’t anything that I could do to prevent this without the factor that I would forget who you are if I got them removed.” You say, releasing the petals onto the ground in front of you and you couldn’t stop the tears that were streaming down your face. 

Wooyoung felt like he was slapped in the face as he took a seat on the bench beside you before taking your hands into his warm ones, but you removed them almost immediately, missing the pang of hurt that was obvious on his face. You couldn’t be like this with him, on today of all days, because he was now married, and there wasn’t anything you could do, except blame yourself for not telling him sooner. 

“Sometimes, I think about what we could be and what would’ve happened if we turned back time… Like what if I had told you that we were actually soulmates-”

“Y/N, stop.” 

His voice quivers for a moment and you turn your head for the first time tonight to look at him as you notice the tears that were pooling in his eyes. Had you been selfish keeping this information from him, knowing that the two of you were soulmates the whole time? Probably, but right now you had nothing else to lose as you knew that there was no other cure for you, because as you looked at the boy in front of you, you could feel the flowers slowly starting to burn in your chest, but not for the reason that you had liked. 

“Why… Why couldn’t you just tell me back when you knew?” He asks you in disbelief, standing up to look at you and you shrug for a moment as you thought about it as well, but you knew what the answer was anyways deep down. 

“Because I knew that you would never look at me then, the same way that you look at her now,” You bitterly smile, letting out a short laugh before standing up from the bench as if the hanahaki had never existed, “Wooyoung, you’re married now… I’ll be okay, I promise.” 

There’s another figure that enters the scenery unfolding in front of you, and you think that maybe the reason he had stuck by you was the same reason that you had been staying by Wooyoung the entire time. Maybe the feeling of your chest feeling lighter from the moment that you confessed to him about the truth was the universe’s second chance for you. You realized in this moment that maybe it was okay that you were now broken soulmates, because you didn’t lose the love that you had for him, nor did you forget about the memories that you two had. 

They’d just have to be filled with another soulmate that the universe will give to you, and you wonder if it was the male that had been watching you the whole time from afar; hoping that you don’t die on him the same way that he might on you if you didn’t realize it sooner.

“Maybe we weren’t meant to be soulmates, but deep down, I’ll still love you. Just not in the way that we might want it to be overall in the end.”

taglist: @allyg-onz @viastro​ @bbanghoonie @wooyoung-a @pwttychannie @sunwoahkim @karsohn​ @escapewriter​ @wooyeouu @0710khj @awfullytiredbuthealing @fylithia @myluv-yeonjun @allorysayshi​ @nlnkm​ @jannine00742​ @yvessaintmingi​ @jay-scenarios​ @rebsmoonn​ @jjhmk​ @beomgyugyu​ @ja4hyvn​ @noempathyy​ @wccycc​ @kurosism​ @ahnneyong​ @bambi-vixey​ @comic-wanda​ (add yourself to the series taglist here!)

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[vina-writes]

Ten Favorite Drarry Fic Recs

I’ve reached a bit of a follower milestone, and I thought, why not celebrate? I’m happy! This is an incredible feeling that I honestly can’t fully articulate in writing. Knowing someone enjoyed my work and presence enough that they’d want to be notified if I posted again just makes me squeal and want to hug everyone from joy!! Thank you to anyone who has ever left me kudos, a comment, a tag, a note, an emoji, a tag emoji!! I am endlessly grateful to you all for this support and kindness.

Now, since it’s party time, I’ve compiled a personal list of my ten favorite Drarry fics to share the love. This is by no means a stamp of quality (as there are thousands of brilliant fics out there) and neither is it a guarantee that these are everyone’s cup of tea. But they are certainly my cup of tea— my whole buffet honestly.

I chose fics that made me feel deeply. Fics that made me cry, laugh, throw my phone, squeal and wiggle and dance at the end. These (mostly) weren’t fics which answered deep philosophical questions. They were fics which instead showed me love and adventure, joys and betrayals, misunderstandings and occasionally unbelievable (but appreciated) levels of smut (you know who you are). These are stories I read to be entertained, entranced, delighted, and happy. These are stories that made me feel in love.

In honor of that (and of my Canva addiction) I’ve made little banners for each. I hope they do some justice to these works. I’ve tried to capture the feeling of each fic in just one image. Without further ado, read on to find out exactly what my guilty pleasure (as if Drarry isn’t enough) is:

The Songbirds of Avebury Manor by Tessa Crowley [E, 18k] 

Summary: Harry Potter presents as alpha at fifteen, and it is supposed to change his life for the better. Instead, it leads him to a beautiful noble omega he cannot have, a political plot he cannot escape, and a threat on his life.

This story. Oh my stars, this story. What can I even say to properly express how I feel about it? This is the Romeo and Juliet, the Pride and Prejudice, the Hades and Persephone of Drarry. Reading this made me feel like an unwedded Victorian lass waiting for her Prince Charming. It’s a wonderful Historical AU that throws around power dynamics and questions of who is worthy of love, freedom, and respect despite them. This is a brilliant portrait of deep romantic love. Harry’s dedication to Draco is all-encompassing, beautiful, intense, intimate— earth shattering, really. The way they fall in love despite class and situation made me want to cry and write poetry. This is a true fairytale romance.

The Pirate and the Prince by @nerdherderette​, maniacani [E, 49k]

Summary: Draco can't believe that fate and circumstance have made him a stowaway on the Master of Death's ship. He doesn't know what's worse: the dread pirate's legendary vendetta against the aristocracy, or the fact that his captor is the most infuriating yet irrefutably fascinating man Draco has ever met.

The moment I started this story I knew it was going to be an instant favorite. It’s swashbuckling, debonair yet disheveled, dangerous, fun, adventurous— everything you could desire from a romance on the high seas! Though they come from very different backgrounds, this Draco and Harry are a power couple to the core. Their romance is once again beautiful, intense, and dedicated, but this time it’s mixed with a healthy dose of self-exploration and mutual acceptance. But apart from romance this fic holds delicious secrecy and identity issues, an astounding knowledge of sailing ships, plenty of piratey shenanigans, some heart-wrenching found family dynamics, a cursing parrot, and a glorious angst with a happy ending finale! 

Soup-pocalypse and the Great Curry Cataclysm by SquadOfCats [E, 104k]

Summary: Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

What can I say about Soup-pocalypse? It will lure you in with tales of Veelas and romance, and then it will kidnap you and throw you in cooking class and therapy. You’ll come out wondering what just happened and how two days have passed. There will, of course, be Veelas and romance aplenty, but it will be a caring romance, a familial romance, a supportive and kind and nurturing romance. This story feels like family, good cooking, sunny days, the deep heartbreak of change, and through all of it, the truth of a real and solid partnership. This is the humorous yet angst-ridden tale of two idiots learning to love as adults, and then in turn learning to face the world together.

you’ve got the antidote for me by Kandakickass [M, 20k]

Summary: When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he's made it very clear he doesn't want.

He's never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try.

Right then. On to the angstiest story I’ve ever read and truly enjoyed. Not just enjoyed, adored! Worshipped! Come back to time and again whenever I needed a good cry! Here is the beauty of it: this fic is deeply painful and heartbreaking, yet it steers clear of emotions like disgust and discomfort. Never once was it disturbing— only sorrowful, in the purest and most heart-wrenching way. Yet despite the pain strung throughout the majority of it, this fic left me feeling relieved and rejuvenated, the way one feels after crying their heart out over something simple. It’s an emotional release that does not leave you broken.

On the Last Day of Our World by Sansa [E, 84k]

Summary: During a detention, Harry and Draco get locked in a strange room together overnight. When they escape the next morning, they discover they are alone. Love, angst and adventure abound as they struggle to survive in an empty world.

Truly one of my favorite takes on canon divergence. Truly. This is an exploration of isolation and the joys and comforts that come with it. It is the power couple Drarry to rule them all— a Draco and Harry so strongly connected, in love, and attuned to one another that the world could fall at their feet. This story leaves you on the edge of your seat until the very bitter end— one of those where the second things are briefly peaceful the world goes up in a new set of flames. Those of you who daydream about a partnership that needs no others, two souls who are each other’s family, friend, and future, and would gladly abandon everything to spend eternity alone together: this is for you.

The Arc of the Pendulum by brummel [E, 30k]

Summary: After his father casts a mysterious curse on Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy is forced to try to make things right.

Yes. YES. YES!!! The Beauty and the Beast take you didn’t know you needed! Still canon-compliant to an extent, this is realistic and raw and incredible. Draco makes the choice to help Harry here, and the vulnerability of their interactions while Harry struggles with the curse is everything you could hope it to be. There’s a distinct fairytale atmosphere in this fic— both of them confined together, finding support and comfort in one another while struggling through the effects of the curse, and falling in love along the way. I could write sonnets about the ending using my tears for ink, but they shan’t be revealed here.

Picking Up Pieces by Tessa Crowley [E, 43k]

Summary of Part One: Fifteen years after the War, Draco is a social recluse and award winning author. Harry is an auror who works too hard, ensuring his old war wounds never heal. They meet at a masque ball, unaware of each other's identities. In another situation, it would have been love at first sight. But for them, it would never be so simple.

Picking Up Pieces deserves no introduction, but if you haven’t read it yet, please find a blanket, and cup of tea, and a quiet place to read, cry, and recover. I sobbed my little heart out through the entire second half— the tears were really never ending. How does it end up on a reclist by a fluff lover like me? The answer is similar to Antidote— though this story broke me apart, it was never twisted nor ugly, never disturbing. It was an incredibly touching tale of redemption, forgiveness, human nature, and recompense. The writing does put you through the emotional wringer, but it leaves you relieved and whole. I would lay down my life for this Draco. He truly needs to be protected and loved at all costs. Even though I’m usually careful when recommending heavy stories, I would encourage everyone to read this— it made me feel new, it made me feel like I’d spent an hour crying in the shower, but most of all, it really did make me happy.

Two Trees by LakeWitch [E, 36k]

Summary (shortened): In his Eighth year at Hogwarts, part of Draco Malfoy's probation is to see a Mind Healer once a week. Another part, unfortunately, is having to take Muggle Studies.

It wouldn't be so bad, really, if it weren't for the mandatory outing—a 'field trip'—booked at a Muggle lakeside retreat for the better part of five days. [...] Draco is determined to get it all over with as painlessly as possible. He'll keep his head down, and stay out of everyone's way. That is, until Pansy tells him—at the very last moment—that she's schemed to have Draco stay in the same room with Potter for the whole trip.

Just the two of them... in one room.

This is the comfort fic of all comfort fics. It feels like camping, like sitting by a lake in the sun, like marshmallows over a fire and sparks against a starry sky, and cool, feather-soft hotel sheets. Draco is dealing with several different anxieties here, but the brilliant setting and easy plot turn them into a cathartic read. This is a fic about young love and the ability to build bonds on trips. It made me remember my first crushes and the feeling of getting breakfast in a hotel lobby. There’s cuddling, there’s love, there’s some highly emo Draco (both warranted and unwarranted), and there’s a truckload of nature. Go read it!

Your Place Or Mine? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark​ [E, 26k]

Summary: "This person is so much harder to hate. And I’m supposed to hate Malfoy. How the fuck else am I supposed to limit this to just sex?" 

At first I was like, “Damn, Harry,” but then I was all, “Damn Harry!” but then I went, “DAMN Harry!” (interspersed with a lot of whistling and cursing). I could have slapped him, and you will want to. This is another Draco that deserves endless love and hot chocolate, with a Harry that deserves a good smack. I think about this fic weekly, and not just because it’s endlessly hot— although it is scorching hot, like how do you even write something that hot type of hot. Draco’s pining and Harry’s stupidity makes for the angstiest yet most satisfying friends-with-benefits-but-really-there’s-more combination, and the climax (pun intended) and resulting spill of emotions is everything anyone could hope for. Ten out of ten.

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by @cibeewastaken​ [T, 19k]

Summary (shortened): Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved!

So Draco decides to boldly go where no one has gone before: to put himself through scrutiny; their friends’ teasing and pranks; unsound romantic advice from a house-elf; wearing pretty clothes; all to try and win Potter’s heart through courtship...

This thing of beauty is exactly as hilarious as it sounds. However, it is so much more than the endless laughs (although there are many). It is sweet, tender, touching, and filled with glorious pining and misunderstandings. Inside you’ll find extravagant (the word was literally invented for Cibee’s Draco) outfits, confusing customs, a blanket that brought me to tears, one badass house-elf, one very confused beloved, absolutely no fornication (wink), and one hopelessly smitten pureblood. Be warned, this fic is actually three “What the fuck, Draco?”s in a trenchcoat. I read it when I want to laugh, facepalm, and submerge myself in the adorable stupidity that is Draco Malfoy in love. It is well worth your time and is sure to bring a smile to your face.

With this final fic we conclude my list on a happy note! It’s long, it’s tedious, and I had a spanking good time writing it. I hope these bring some joy or happy tears to your day.

Love, Vina 

[sekceesimps]

A Rose Made of Chains Ch 1

a/n Thanks for the 50 followers everyone! Keep sending us feedback and requests. 

As promised here is chapter 1. Monday (tomorrow) night I’ll be publishing chapter 2 and then chapter 3 on Tuesday night. More info shortly but when we hit another milestone I’ll be publishing chapters 4-6. 

Once again, thank you so much for the support! We never thought that we’d get this much appreciation from everyone. Hope you enjoy!

sincerely,

Coffee 

Teaser   Ch 2    Ch 3

teaser for part 2,    Ch 4,    Ch 5,   Ch 6,   Ch 7

Kurapika (aged up) x Reader x Chrollo 

Soulmate AU where you can find your soulmate through matching soulmarks. 

Chapter 1

The rocking of the dingy boat made it hard for you to stand, but you did so nonetheless. Bitter water and a nervous type of air had taken over your senses. Your determination to get to the exam had forced you to ignore the wobbling of your legs ad you pushed yourself even further to get to the wheelhouse. When you had finally reached it, you noticed a small kid and two others also struggling to stay on their feet as the storm raged on. You had smiled queasily at the tall man with glasses. You don’t remember much during that moment, at least, not until the blonde passenger began a passionate speech. You tuned most of it out until you saw those glowing scarlet eyes, filled with fiery rage and fervor. Those eyes that haunt your dreams and still stick with you even now. You remember looking deep into that vermillion and knowing exactly who the blonde was in that moment. After his dramatic reveal, you yourself had quietly taken out your contacts and looked at him with a matching passion. In that moment, the two of you knew you were destined to be together, two survivors on the hunt for vengeance. 

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The exam itself wasn’t too rough for you. You and the blonde Kurta, who had later told you that his name was Kurapika, had shared stories as you ran together through the first phase with ease. You had learned that he had been the lone survivor of the massacre. He listened intently when you informed him that you weren’t fully part of the clan, but rather that your father had been and you were raised to be a hunter with your mother far away from the Lukso Province. At that time, you were still hesitant to tell him about your home life, wanting to only listen to him and memorize how he looked in case he was also taken from you. You had always believed yourself to be unlucky for inheriting the scarlet eyes. You had viewed it as a mark of death and a hideous trait from your father, as it had been drilled into your head for the past five years. You had confided in Kurapika about this self hatred, sobbing softly at the thought of you and your family being hunted down for them. You hoped these words wouldn't be intense enough for him to leave you too. When the both of you had reached the end of the tunnel, he had pulled you in close and told you that nothing was more important to him than protecting you, the last member of his clan. You remember how passionate he was with this promise, nuzzling his face into your hair. The rose surrounded by chains inked onto his wrist, the one that was also on your body, had gone unnoticed by you. 

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The second phase of the exam was when you truly began bonding with Kurapika’s companions. Your initial wariness, that his friends had initially interpreted as aloofness, began fading away as you took on a more helpful role for them, a role which would later turn into a sisterly one. After the examiner had let you all loose in the forest, you had quickly joined up again with the blonde Kurta, while also going with the people who were on the boat with you. The green haired boy named Gon and the tall man named Leorio stuck close as you led them through the foggy swamp. Through your trek, you had learned more about who they were and in that time you vowed to yourself that you would protect the young boy and try to help him on his quest to becoming a hunter. His demeanor and passion was something you admired and wished to see more of. You remember how in that trek, your small party had come across the magician named Hisoka that Kurapika had initially told you to be wary of before the exam had even started. You were all crouching and watching as the red haired man ruthlessly slaughtered a capable group of examinees. The rest of what happened was a little blurry to you, but you remember your anger when the magician had smirked at you and told you how ravishing you looked and in that moment you had chosen to fight. It had ended rather quickly, his combat skills were much better than you could have ever imagined. Somehow he had still managed to flirt with you while you and Gon tried to attack. You attributed your flushed red face to the fight rather than some of the steamy words he had whispered before tossing you to the ground. Hisoka had easily taken out Leorio but happily said that your group had passed, whatever that meant. The atmosphere was uncomfortable to say the least as you and your companion continued on your way. You and Gon successfully met up again with Kurapika and Gon’s white haired friend from the first phase. Kurapika had quietly asked if you were okay as he tended to a minor wound on your arm. You fondly remember the concentration on his face as you reassured him of your safety, no one you had ever met showed you this type of warmth before. That moment was when you had realized that you cared deeply for him. 

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The rest of the exam had been fairly unmemorable. There was a whole struggle with the gourmet hunters, but you had powered through with Kurapika at your side, as usual. The third phase was unfortunately when you and your new friends had gotten separated. The five of you had lined up on the tiles at the top of trick tower and jumped in. You didn’t know what happened to your companions, but you recognized the urgency of passing the phase and went down the dark hallway alone. You recall the surprise of meeting up with Hisoka during the test, teaming up to brave the last part of the tower together. The two of you ended up successfully being the first and second people to pass, with days left to spare. As the hours passed with you and the magician  wordlessly sitting together in silence, you couldn’t help but think of what Kurapika and the rest of the boys were doing right now. Your anxiety only increased when other examinees continued coming through and the blonde was still nowhere in sight. 

“Darling, what’s got you looking so stressed. Your eyebrows are too crinkled,” Hisoka had interrupted your endlessly running fearful thoughts about 50 hours into the exam. You only sighed and ignored him. “You know, we make an incredible team. I’d love to truly fight you one day. You have this certain aura that I would just love to break” he continued and licked his lips, looking down on you with eyes of pure malice. 

“I’ve got a delicious idea that could tire you out easily,” the man grinned with mischief and scooted closer to you. You glared at him in response, frantically trying to push him away. He chuckles at your pitiful attempt, but leaves you be for now. 

“Thanks for the concern, I guess. I’m just tired and I can’t seem to fall asleep.” you mumbled and fiddled with your hands. You wished that Kurapika were with you, his presence somehow always filled you with ease. 

It was down to the wire, when your hope ran out and you had accepted that your companions would not pass this phase. Sighing you went to Hisoka for a conversation, at this point he was the only person you knew since everybody else around you filled you with uncertainty. It was at that moment that your four companions and some other guy burst into the clearing at the last possible second. You grinned and waved at Kurapika, but he wasn’t looking at you. Instead, he was glaring daggers at Hisoka, who had put his hand on your waist when you hadn’t noticed. You shrugged him off and gave the blonde teen the warmest of smiles. You hoped that it made his heart melt, he had seemed cold after you two had been seperated. 

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Zevil Island was unbearably hot. The whole area was much too warm for your liking. It was almost off putting how hot it was, a sharp contrast to the freezing cold demeanors of your fellow examinees. As you got off the boat, Gon had smiled and congratulated you on coming in second.  This meant that you were one of the first to get off the boat and begin the trial. Kurapika looked far away as you had told him how you planned to stick by his side this time. He nodded solemnly as you told him that you would be off first so you would find him when he started. You had hidden in a tree and waited hours for him to finally get there. You remember grinning and how that instantly put him in a less tense position after you had jumped down and surprised him. You hoped that his ease with you was a sign that he cared about you too. Fortunately, neither of you had a target you knew, so you had both got your buttons fairly quickly, the two of you truly being excellent partners. The rest of the test was spent helping Leorio again, as the two of you powered through together, back to your friendly dynamic. You treasured how he said he wouldn’t let you out of his sight again. With that phase over, and all of you at rest before the final phase, you saw it fit to bring up soulmates with Kurapika. 

“Kurapika! How are you.” You caught him as he was pacing the area in front of his room. 

“Huh? Oh, hey Y/N,” he had grinned with surprise at seeing you, “do you want to go on a walk with me?” His invitation made your cheeks flush red, but you gave an enthusiastic yes and followed him. You talked about meaningless things like music taste at first, then your ambitions, your thoughts on the future, and then finally you brought up the one subject you were anxious about covering. You were beginning to have a suspicion that the blonde was your soulmate. The two of you had just gotten along so perfectly. It seemed like fate intervening when you two had met on that boat and he had revealed his identity. You hoped that it would be him who you’d spend your life with. He was so intelligent and calm. Not to mention, also incredibly attractive. You weren’t too sure how to ask him if he had a soulmate. Your own soulmark was inked onto your thigh, a place that made it hard for others to be able to identify you as their own soulmate. The placement made it much easier to pass off as someone without a soulmate. It was common for people not to have a soulmate now. In fact, it was also a common occurrence for people to lose their soulmate and then their mark would disappear. There were also terrible people in this world who would leave their soulmates, not everyone had a happily ever after and you were especially aware of this, your own parents being a soulmate couple that split up. The concept of a soulmate was once incredibly appealing to you as you grew up, but the more pain you saw in the world the more you gave up on the dream of a perfect partner determined by fate.  Yet you silently prayed to whatever God that was listening for his mark to be a blooming rose being wrapped up by heavy chains. 

“So, what are your thoughts about soulmates?” you inquired casually. He looked at you with a slightly surprised smile before answering, 

“I think it’s definitely an interesting concept. I want to find someone one day. The idea of a person matching and completing my soul is so fulfilling. But it would be too much of a danger for me to have a soulmate right now. I want to meet them later, after I’ve done what I need to do. I just can’t have them be with me, it wouldn’t be fair to them,” he stated seriously, “what about you?” Those few words promptly break your heart. If you were his soulmate, you promised yourself in that instance to hold strong and wait for him. His heart is too heavy right now to take on the burden of you. 

You sit next to him in silence for a bit, unsure of how to answer him, so instead you ask “What’s your soulmark,” breaking the awkwardness. He smiles and shows his wrist  to you. In sharp contrast to his pale skin you see black and red marking his left wrist. A crimson rose encased in black chains, it matches yours perfectly. Your stomach drops. You don’t want to seem suspicious so you run your fingers lightly over his delicate skin and smile, you compliment the design and tell him how lucky he is.  

“Y/N, can I see your soulmark” he had asked so sweetly and looked at you with the soft smoky eyes you had begun to love. 

“I actually don’t have one,” you grin, trying to hide your pained words. It hurt you more than anything to lie to him, to have to see his small amount of joy dissipate. It’s all for the best you think to yourself. Someone as perfect as him shouldn’t have to weigh himself down with someone like me. You smile softly again and change the topic before wishing him a goodnight.  

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Passing the hunter exam and gaining your license didn’t fill you with as much excitement as you expected it to. You felt bad for Gon, seeing as his friend didn’t pass. You liked the green haired boy quite a bit and wanted to help him the best you could. So when your soulmate said that he was going to go off on his own and earn money for the auction, you decided in that moment that it was time for you two to part. You wanted to help Gon find Killua and you needed some time without Kurapika so that you could think of your own future. You told him this but not without a vow to see him again. 

“I promise that I’ll see you again” you declared with angry resolve. Kurapika smiles softly and places a light kiss on your forehead. You sigh and interlocked your fingers with his for one last time. 

“As do I,” he replied, backing away and waving to you and your travel companions. You were going to fight tooth and nail to see him again in York New City.

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Icy water splashed across your frail sleeping form. You sharply gasp as the frigid splash wakes you from your dreams about the past. You don’t know how long you’ve been here or even where you are. You let out another sharp yelp in pain when a blade as quick as light rips the skin on your barely healed cheek apart. It always starts like this. A man comes in and jolts you awake, then he reopens the wounds from when they took you, before implementing some new form of injury. The last form of torture is always expected in your day and you weren’t sure in the first few sessions, but in all of them the same dark figure stood behind in the shadows. Watching but never saying anything. You were in agony at the end of every day, but your decisiveness remained the same each time. At the end of these sessions your torturer would ask if you wanted to join his group, you would let out a snarky reply saying no, then he would leave you in darkness for several days before coming back and starting it all over again. However, your resolve was becoming shorter and shorter with each passing day. You didn’t know if your friends even knew you were here. You were starting to believe that no one was coming to save you, no happy ending in sight. All you want is to see your blonde soulmate one last time. The dark quickly closes in again as the door closes shut, leaving you to your dream like state again. 

a/n Chrollo in the next chapter, I promise. Please leave some feedback, as this is my first chapter fic. Anyways hope you enjoyed, Ch 2 out tomorrow!

~Happy Holidays!~

[chunhua-s]

davi dabi dude 🤍 big fat congrats on reaching 200!! i bet you will very soon hit even more milestones and i'll be coming back to get a taste of your beautiful fics for myself👉🏼👈🏼

as you may or may not know my favourite boy is atsumu and you wrote this beautiful soulmate au for me, which also happens to be my favourite au🥺🥺

so uhm ah... what do i do soulmate au eith atsumu part two but hit me with some toothrotting fluff?😳

anyways, don't divorce me, i love you🦊

runa suna bro 🥺 thank you for requesting bb!! and thanks for always brainrotting with me, i love swapping braincells with you over these men 😌💕 and pleasepleaseplease, bb, know that if anything else, i absolutely adore you, okay??? you’re such an amazing person and you deserve the entire universe and if i could i would give it to you! i know peachy and nona feel the same as well — we value your time and company, never doubt that for a second! anyways here’s your fluff!! i literally spent all of today thinking about this and i hope you’ll like it! this time it’ll be from tsumu’s perspective, and though it’s not necessary to read it, the first part of this request would provide some background if ever anyone wanted it. i’ll leave a link for you guys to see! 🥰 ily runa bb — and as always, i hope you and everyone will enjoy reading this!

WRAPPED UP IN YOUR ARMS ➽ ATSUMU MIYA x READER

genre: fluff (with a smidgeon of comfort)

au: soulmates (part two of with our fates tangled together — although you don’t need to read it first before reading this!)

warnings: implied sexual content towards the end

some days, atsumu thinks, are easier than others. the days when he can make you laugh, when your smiles shine brighter than any star in the night sky, he treasures them like tiny little gems, collects them in the palm of his hands and holds them close to his heart. those are the days where he can feel his chest soaring on such an intense feeling of happiness that his brown eyes will shine on diamond tears as he holds you in his arms and kisses the top of your head. those are the days that write their poems along his skin underneath your touch and kiss him with a tenderness he can’t imagine coming from anywhere else but you.

but the truth of the matter still stands: atsumu knows that he’s hurt you before. he can see it in the way your gaze sometimes fall from his face, lips pressed together as you suddenly pull away from him as if you’d been burned. he sees it in the way your hands tangle themselves in your red string, how your fingers twist together with the insecurities that he’d torn into your skin over the years. you haven’t fully healed, it’s painfully obvious to him, and it fills him with a kind of regret that causes his food to turn sour and for every breath he takes to taste like poison.

today, you’re curled up in his living room, wrapped up beneath one of the blankets he’d bought for you. your eyes are glazed over, unseeing as you fiddle with the red chord tied around your pinky finger: each tug of it pulls on his own end so that he can hear the worries of your heart on secret whispers. the sight of you is a hand around his neck, clawing at his skin and drawing blood from searing wounds. every pluck on your string is a second that tightens like a vice until he can’t breathe, and all that’s left in atsumu’s body is the dull echoes of doubt and fear that you unknowingly give to him — fear that perhaps he’d soon cast you aside like he once did, doubt that your bond wouldn’t last long, and that the happiness you feel would crumble apart and vanish like sand between your fingers.

atsumu forces himself to breathe under the hands around his neck, shuts his eyes for one, two, three beats of his heart, before he moves himself forward — slow, careful steps disappear beneath the grey carpet, as if any sudden noise would violently tear you from your pedestal and cast you down to shatter like fine china. and so, when he’s close enough, he gently reaches his hand to hold yours, lets his fingers tangle up in your own and with the little web you managed to make between them. he watches your eyes light up when you see him, just like the moon riding over the still surface of the ocean, it’s as if the sight of him restored your oxygen and taught you how to breathe again.

“atsumu,” he hears you whisper on a breathless sigh, a smile blossoming tenderly on your lips as you hold his hand between your own, letting his warmth sink into your cold skin. he returns your affections with a gentle press of his lips to your forehead, a hand brushes away the pieces of hair that fell over your face like a curtain as he gently tilts your chin upwards to meet your gaze. you’re glowing under a golden light, radiant in your image and burning your place into his heart with an insistence he could never ignore.

“c’mere,” he gently urges, pulling you to your feet so that he can hold you closely to his chest with one hand: the other reaches into the pocket of his pants so that he can grab his phone. you can’t see him opening the youtube app with your own arms wrapping entirely around his midsection, the fluttering of your heart traveling down the red string that binds the both of you together and making itself at home right in atsumu’s throat — like the beginnings of a melody he only hears when he’s with you.

he wants to listen to that melody for the rest of his life.

“you remember that song you sent me last week?” when he looks down at you, he sees your face falling into that cute little pout you get whenever you’re thinking of something — and gods, he’s told you so many times how adorable you look when you get like this — before you slowly nod, lifting your gaze to find his. he smiles down at you as his thumb presses the video he was looking for, before he places his phone down on the coffee table and wraps his arms around your body, just in time for the familiar strumming of the guitar to fill up his living room on the evening breeze. he watches your expression melt into one of adoration and what he can only describe as unadulterated happiness as your eyes meet his. “i’ve been listening to it all week,” he confesses on a soft chuckle, it rumbles in his chest and courses through your lungs like liquid gold as he pulls you into him and rests his chin on the crown of your head. slowly, he sways his body with yours, gently rocking the both of you back and forth to the melody that surrounds him and you.

“telll me what stopped you, what led you, what touched you, what turned you on?”

atsumu drags in another long breath before he speaks next, the words so quiet that you might not have heard them had you not been so close to him. “i’m so sorry for how i treated you before...”

he feels your pull back slightly to look up at his faces, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. he can’t, because he knows that he’ll see nothing but understanding and forgiveness in your eyes — he can’t look at you and accept those sentiments when he doesn’t believe he deserves them. you should be angry with him. you should hate him, call him out on his selfish behaviour and hurt him just like he did to you: the words churn in his head and burn his throat like vodka — they sting and leave a horrible taste in his mouth.

“you don’t have to say sorry to me anymore, atsumu.” your voice is filled with all the tenderness in the world: it causes atsumu’s eyes to burn with tears hen desperately tries to fight away. but when your palm comes to rest on his cheek and his brown eyes — the brown of his cinnamon scent, of autumn leaves and warm cups of coffee — it becomes harder to hold them back. they fall from his lashes and draw lines down your skin, and on those marks, you’re able to see every single shard of regret that stabs his heart and every thorn that tears his skin. “none of that matters anymore, hm?” you hum, “we’re fine now — we have each other. we’re together now.”

atsumu falls apart.

he brings your face to his with both of his hands and melts against your lips, tries to pour every ounce of affection he feels so that it envelops you with angel wings and teaches you to soar above the clouds. your lips are so soft against his that he feels his own heart calling out for you, chanting your name on an endless mantra that fills up every thought in his mind and forbids you from ever turning away from him. i love you, i love you, i love you— it’s all unsaid between his lips, but he feels you returning it all to him when your fingers sink into his hair and when your hands pull him closer. i love you, i love you, i love you— it marks his skin as he pushes you down against the sofa and climbs on top of you before returning his lips to yours, devouring you with a desperation that can only be satisfied by your touch. and you, you’re more than happy to give yourself to him. you give to him every cry of his name, every kiss across his skin, every reverent touch of your fingers as he collapses into you. in the throes of your devotion and love for him, you seal your fates together and become reborn, so that your bodies intertwine and fill the quiet night with the songs of adoration and pleasure.

that night, the two of you become one, and you learn to let go of your hurt as atsumu forgives himself for hurting you.

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[sugabeaniee]

hi sexy 😻 congrats on ur milestone ‼️ for the mbti matchups uhm. im an infp 😁 do with that what u will

pls why do we have the same mbti type (we’re soulmates ♥.♥) ok so listen, akaashi was compatible but that just seemed too easy ya know (even if you’re perfect for each other jagsggs) 

but anyways I pair you with...  

𝙺𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞

♛ listen y’all would be sexg together ♥.♥

♛  like two of the hottest ppl in the world together? goals. 

♛ but other than looks, your MBTI match quite well tbh 

♛ As an INFP you tend to be someone who seeks deep and meaningful relationships

♛  While Kyoutani is also an intutitve feeling type, he’s also a sensing perceiver type too 

♛  I feel like you both would complement each other and as cheesy as it sounds ~complete each other~ 

♛ As a SP type Kyo would help you get out of your shell and live in the moment

♛ As an IF type you’re idealistic and empathetic, but sometimes your idealism makes you get stuck in your imagination and a false reality 

♛ Kyo could help ground you and remind you that the world isn’t always so idealistic 

♛ He’s also spontaneous and a little bit of a daredevil, which could help remind you to take those little risks in life 

♛ As an IF type you could likewise help Kyo establish grounding relationships and build those bonds 

♛ Overall, I think this relationship could help each other grow! It’s a relationship that will take practice, but nothing is ever perfect 

𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚊 - 𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚄𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜

Quién lo diría, Que se podría hacer el amor por telepatía

Love with Kyoutani wasn’t easy, but it was comfortable. Sure, each relationship came with its complications, but you both made it work somehow. It was evident in the fact at how comfortable silence could be. Sitting in your shared home, you across the room with a book in your lap, Kyoutani in the kitchen making dinner, love seemed so easy. Words weren’t necessary when you felt as if the air itself was electrified by love.