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uwuwriting · 4 years ago

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Soulmates w/ Dabi, Shirakumo and Keigo

Request: Hello! I just read a few of your writings &I'd just like to say they're amazing! Anyways, may I request some hc's for a soulmate AU w/ Dabi, Shirakumo, & Hawks?(all separate)- anonymous

Soulmate Aus have a shit ton of tropes so I went for a different trope on each boy bc I love them all. My man Dabi has dipped the last few chapters and I’m getting kinda deprived, although I appreciate him not burning my baby Shoto to a crisp so we good. Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: angst with some fluff

Dabi/Todoroki Touya II Interchangeable eye color

-Dabi’s outlook on love is really negative.

-Growing up the way he did and in the environment he did, the possibilities in him believing or cherishing love and soulmates was low.

-When he got his soulmate sign he was around 12.

-It was the darkest moments of his life and he hated himself to no end.

-When he woke up on that fateful Sunday morning he thought that he was hallucinating.

-Then he imagined that this could be an after affect of his trauma, just like his hair.

-His mind though drifted to his soulmate.

-He didn’t have a mark up until now and your eye color changing was one of the many soulmate signs out there.

-As he stared at his left eye, the e/c orb staring back at him, he began to cry.

-Sobs wracked his body as he clutched his eye.

-This was unfair.

-He shouldn’t have a soulmate, what good could he be to anyone?

-He is a failure and he is gonna bring down his soulmate as well.

-So he hides it.

-Puts a patch over his eye to conceal the new color blooming around his iris and when his family starts questioning it he buys contacts.

-Natsuo helps him even though he doesn’t understand why his brother doesn’t want a soulmate.

-Years pass until he finally meets the person that has changed his life.

-Shigaraki was being a brat as usual, whining about needing new members for his little group.

-Dabi couldn’t care less.

-This whole charade with these losers would only aid him reach his ultimate goal.

-He didn’t care about Shigaraki’s shitty ideologies and otherworldly desires, he just wanted his revenge.

-His eyes scanned the so-called hide out in utter boredom, his gaze landing once again at the bar’s door left slightly ajar in case someone came looking.

-He didn’t expect for the door to open though.

-And as the grease old door creaked open a figure stepped into the room, clad in black from head to toe.

-A mask was covering half of your face leaving only your eyes visible.

-You scanned the place before your eyes landed swiftly on him, knocking the breath out of him as you locked gazes, e/c orbs baring into his own.

-The vibrant blue on your left eye had him gasping for air.

-It was stunning.

-You moved to talk to Shigaraki, your voice albeit monotone and cold, sent tingles up his spine making his hairs stand at attention.

-His eyes were glued on you, one of his hands subconsciously going to the left side of his face where his mark should be visible.

-It felt as if his contact burned his eye and he quickly took it off, not minding about possible infections since he didn’t wash his hands before touching his eYE DAMMIT YA NASTY AF.

-His body was drawn to you, his mind screaming at him to talk to you to go close to you.

-You knew he was your soulmate.

-You had known the moment you stepped into the bar; no one had such a beautiful blue hue in their eyes other than your soulmate.

-Despite your mutual desire to be close to each other you held off for months.

-Months of keeping distance, months of giving each other the cold shoulder.

-It would all reach a tipping point soon and Dabi would finally understand what it’s like to truly love someone.

-Until then though, suffer in your mutual pining.

Shirakumo Oboro II Red string of Fate

-The string around his pinky finger always lay motionless for years.

-It was slack and lifeless, no sign of his soulmate being remotely alive.

-It really worried him, he thought that he might be one of the few unfortunate individuals who didn’t have a soulmate.

-He talked to his friends about it and they all reassured him that his soulmate was just too far away from him so even if they tugged at the string he wouldn’t be able to feel it.

-This reassured him all throughout middle school.

-He started getting a little discouraged when he saw all his classmates getting their soulmate signs whether it be names tattooed on their wrists, one of their eyes changing color or a strand of their hair, other could hear faint music if they concentrated hard enough while others were unfortunate enough to feel their soulmate’s pain.

-Shirakumo was left staring at the red string surrounding his finger.

-He had thought about tugging at it, making the first step instead of waiting for the person on the receiving end.

-But on this day, the day when both Aizawa and Hizashi got their respective signs he found himself tugging at the string.

-At first he pulled lightly watching the string grow taught slowly and then go slack again.

-He waited for what felt like a century before tugging again and again, more force being put in his pulls every time.

-After an hour of waiting and tugging he was done.

-Eyes downcast with a frown on his lips, he was ready to let this whole soulmate thing go.

-At the end of the day he doesn’t need the universe to tell him who he should fall in love with; who he is destined to be with.

-Then he felt it.

-The lightest tug at his finger.

-His eyes followed the red string as it straightened a few times before going limb again.

-Aizawa walked in on him pulling the string like crazy, excited giggles leaving his lips when his soulmate responded with their own pulls.

- “Shota I did it. T-they answered!”

-This whole string communication business lasted until the first day of high school.

-As Oboro walked through the halls of UA he felt the string shift on his finger.

-It was as if it was wrapping tighter around his finger, almost to the point that it hurt.

-Maybe he was about to meet his soulmate that’s why the string was thinning.

-Wait, meet them??

-He wasn’t ready to meet them!!!

-What if they didn’t like him? What if his hair was a bit too cloudy for their likes? Oh god his hair must be a mess because he flew here. Maybe he can dash into one of the bathrooms and fix it real quick. Will he be too loud for them? What-

-Lost in his own thoughts he completely missed the person standing in front of him and soon he was crashing into them, a small grunt leaving his lips as he maneuvered himself to cushion their fall.

- “Oh God I’m so sorry, I was totally zoned out. Are you alright?”

- “Why are you apologizing? I ran into you.”

-He let out a chuckle as you scrambled off of him, dusting off your skirt before offering him a hand.

-As he took it he felt his pinky being released from the pressure.

-Right before your eyes you witnessed the red string that connected you both unwrap for your fingers, illuminating for a moment before completely disappearing leaving a sense of familiarity and warmth in its wake.

-You both stared wide eyed at each other before awkwardly introducing yourselves.

-It didn’t take long for you two to actually fall in love and if you’re being honest it’s was so easy to fall for him that you believed that even if you weren’t soulmates you would have loved him.

-Even after years, even after that fateful summer, the sense of his presence and his warmth never left you; it was as if he wasn’t gone and he was still somewhere out there.

-You were half wrong in that one….I think.

Takami Keigo/Hawks II Name tattoos

-He got his tattoo when he was 13.

-It had really awful timing if he was being honest.

-The hero commission was isolating him completely, even from the few friends he had made around the facility he trained in.

-He couldn’t even begin to imagine what they might do if they find out he had a soulmate.

-He truly wished he had a different soulmate sign or no soulmate at all.

-He did everything in his willpower to hide the calligraphy of your name on his left wrist.

-Bandaging it up, covering it with a watch even scribbling over it like he used to do when he was 9 and bored.

-But at some point it became harder to hide it, harder to conceal the beautiful name that was printed on his wrist.

-So he confided in someone.

-One of the caretakers at the commission had taken him under their wing ever since he was a wittle toddler, he trusted them with his life.

-When he approached them frantically grasping his wrist in attempts to hide the letters, they were both delighted and saddened.

-It was nice knowing that this poor child had someone out there that was meant for him and would make him happy, replace every single one of these awful memories with new ones.

-Memories he would like looking back to.

-But just like Hawks himself they knew that the commission wouldn’t allow this person to get involved with him, at any costs and they knew how far these people could go in order to guarantee Hawks’s undivided concentration.

-So they helped him; they bought him some make up to cover it up and taught him how to apply it correctly.

-By the time he was out of the hands of the commission *at least not in close reach* no one apart from them knew of his soulmate’s name.

- “Now listen here Keigo, I want you to take good care of them when you finally meet them. And never forget that you deserve nice things, don’t let anyone take your happiness away.”

-He did find his happiness.

-It didn’t happen right away but it did come sooner than he expected.

-He had learned about the new transfer student who began attending UA in the middle of the year.

-He never heard their name but he knew they existed.

-Turns out they were quirkless but were determined to become a hero despite their shortcomings.

-After a few months he bumped into them and oh lord his wings have never been puffier.

-He was relaxing on the roof, away from prying eyes and loud people, just him and the birds *he found his people at last*.

-When he heard the door open he almost leaped off the building but paused at the sound of a soft voice.

- “Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t know someone was up here.”

-Turning around he came face to face with the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes upon.

-For the first time in his life he stumbled over his words, a swift ‘It’s alright’ escaping his lips and before he knew what he was doing he was inviting you to sit with him.

- “Wow you can see everything from here.”

- “The view is better up in the sky if you ask me.”

-After a long pause he added. “I could show you if you want.”

- “How can I trust you? Hmmm?” you teased. “I don’t even know your name.”

-He let out a chuckle before continuing. “Could say the same for you but since I’m a gentleman I will grace you with my name. I’m Keigo Takami or Hawks if you wanna go with my hero persona.”

-He saw your eyes widen as you stared at him, your eyes darting to his covered wrists.

-Quickly you composed yourself straightening your shirt and extending your hand, the black letters of his name delicately engraved on your smooth skin.

- “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N L/N.”

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mymegumi · 4 years ago

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cœur fidèle

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader

genre: fluff, minor angst, childhood bestfriends au, royalty au, and friends to lovers

word count: 2.1k words

warnings: mainly ushijima’s thoughts, not a lot of dialogue/actions. fluff & sad ideals about unrequited love.

summary: he wants to make a life with you, and yet you’re meant to build a life as someone else’s lover.

notes: i’m almost positive this isn’t coherent bc i’m just rambling <3 also the end was rushed as fuck so sorreh bout that <3

dedicated: to thalia, may you continue making me and everyone else around you smile. ( @wak4tosh1 )

Royalty, by definition, are those of royal blood or status. A league above normal people, and meant for wealth and luxuries that people would only dream of even seeing with their own eyes. It’s a life of luxury, of people to work at your beck and call, and of never truly worrying unless you had to.

Why does Ushijima feel so empty then?

A prince in his early twenties, he’s in the prime of his life—a father that loves him unconditionally, friends by his side that love and value him for things other than his title and wealth, and even a hobby he can do when things feel so suffocating he can’t come up for air.

He’s grateful for everything he has, don’t get him wrong, but it’s always felt a bit… lonely somehow.

Ushijima, as the heir to a king’s throne, knows the weight his decisions will make on the kingdom his father’s built up, and yet he can’t help but wonder about what kind of life he could have had if he’d just been born from a peasant woman. Would his life be so much more insignificant than it was now?

He thinks the first time he really truly wondered about a life without a crown, a life without power and influence, was when he met you for the first time.

A princex from a neighboring kingdom, you were everything that Ushijima wasn’t.

Where he was more reserved, tending to keep his thoughts and opinions to himself, it seemed as if you were always willing to give yours. You were bright and beautiful in all the ways that Ushijima tried to keep himself in the shadows, the brightest star on a black sky.

When he first saw you, he thought you were otherworldly. An ethereal being at the ripe age of fourteen and his cheeks dappled with heat, but he thinks that this is what ladies in the court meant when they talked about love.

Ushijima is only fourteen, and yet when you pull on his hand to tug him into the gardens, laughter on the wind and sunshine beating down on your backs, he thinks about the love beginning to blossom in his chest without knowing the word for it.

It’s warmth on a summer day, and the way you smile at him when he says something snarky about the other royals.

“Ushijima!” you called to him, hand curled around your mouth in an attempt to amplify your voice, trying to get it to carry throughout the courtyard, “I know you can hear me, stop hiding from me!”

“We’re playing hide and seek,” he called back, hands behind his back as he peeks his head out from behind the tree he’d chosen as his hiding spot, “You’re ruining the point of the game, you’re supposed to seek, and I was supposed to hide.”

Your bottom lip jutted out, arms crossed across your chest as you walked towards him, “Okay, but I didn’t think I’d have to walk around by myself, this is only my first time being here. I don’t even know any of the good hiding spots!”

“Do you want me to show you for the next time you come?” He hadn’t hit his growth spurt at the time of first meeting you, so he’s not yet looking down at you from his height above you. “The best ones are in the kitchen because sometimes the chefs will give me snacks.”

“Snacks?” Your eyes lit up, and Ushijima remembers feeling something in his chest tighten a bit, the smile you gave him was one of the first, and yet he remembers it like it was the most recent, “Okay, let’s go then!”

You grabbed his hand, then, and it was warm, and Ushijima was sure he could do that for the rest of his life.

He asked his father about you, later in the month when you went home, and he just smiled at him. His father put a hand on Ushijima’s head and ruffled his hair. Ushijima didn’t know it back then, but his father was sad, most likely knowing his son lost his heart.

Perhaps it was when he was first learning about marriage and the concept of having a ruler by his side that he realized that feeling he got whenever he was with you meant he was in love with you.

“Are you here for very long?” You tilt your head to the side as you contemplate Ushijima’s father’s question, “We haven’t seen you in a few months, and I’m not sure if Ushijima did, but I certainly missed you, princex.”

Ushijima always misses you when you aren’t around, he decides in his mind.

“I probably have to leave soon,” you respond, hands curled delicately around a porcelain cup that his father had made shortly after he turned eighteen. His country’s colors look good on you, he thinks, “Forgive me for not sending any letters, I’ve found it hard to write lately since my life has been so busy.”

“Yes,” his father smiles, and his face is all Ushijima can concentrate on, because he knows what conversation topic is coming up, “how are the wedding preparations coming along?”

He forgets sometimes. He forgets when you smile at him like he’s the only thing in the room, eyes focused on him and only him. He forgets when you call his name, light with laughter and filled with sunshine. He forgets when you pull at his hands, begging him to dance with you to music that only you can hear, but he always pulls you in, savors the feeling of you pressed against him as you sway together.

He’s always reminded again when he sees the foreign country’s pin claiming you as theirs.

Sometimes he wishes his father had introduced you earlier. That he met you before you were promised to someone else, and yet, he fantasizes about a life where he met you before.

Before what? He laughs to himself bitterly, fork pushing his dinner around the plate as he listens to you talk to his father about your wedding—sometime in the next few months, with blush pink roses and carnations the color of strawberries, even if he knows you hate carnations.

Before you were someone else’s, before you were going to be leaving him, before he could tell you he had loved you for what he thinks is his entire life.

His father told him thinking about ‘what ifs’ only hurts you in the end, and he’s starting to think he was right. In a life filled with expectations in return for nothing, Ushijima supposes he could just settle down with anyone. He won’t be an unloving husband, he’d hate to be what his mother was to his father, and yet, he’s sure he won’t ever be able to give his heart away as willingly.

“Wakatoshi,” god, he hates when you use his first name, and yet it’s worse when you use his last name, because yours will never be the same, “want to walk in the gardens? Your father told me about the renovations he’d done a few months back, I’d love to see them.”

He places his fork and knife over the plate easily, quiet and refined since utensils were one of the first lessons he’d learned, and looks at you, face as neutral as he can make it, “Of course.”

You push back from the table, and fold your hands behind your back, ever the polite guest. Ushijima stands and pushes in the both of your chairs before holding an arm out for you, a polite gesture disguising his desire to hold you as close as he can.

Perhaps most of his life had been spent selfishly hoping for you. In a way that someone in love would, he’s kept his distance from you before, but you’d just barged back in like you were a storm and he was a loosely latched window. He held you at an arm's length away, and you always managed to press as close to him as you could, fighting against his every instinct to turn you away.

He doesn’t mean to monopolize you, not really. Sometimes he just wishes to keep your smile to himself, but he knows you, and when you smile at him the way you do, with a little sparkle in your eye and a tease on your lips, he knows you’re only smiling for him.

He wonders if your betrothed has ever made you smile like he has.

“The roses always look so lovely this time of year,” you muse, both of your shoes clicking in time with his as you make your way to the gardens. A window overlooks the winding green plants, and the cut glass showcases the evening sunset, rainbows splaying across the concrete walls of his father’s castle, “It’s a shame this genus won’t be in bloom when my… wedding is to occur. I’d love to see some Shiratorizawan roses in my bouquet.”

Maybe he’s imagining it, but you sound sad—perhaps it’s only because you won’t have his country’s national flower as a set of your wedding piece, but a man can hope.

“Perhaps we could arrange for a bouquet of dried roses to be set aside for you,” he murmurs, holding the door open for you as you settle into the courtyard, “The scent will be immaculate, and they’ll stay for a good few years.”

Your smile is sweet, but your eyes are sad, he notes.

“Mm,” you pull away from his arm to cradle a wilting rose bloom in your hands, thumbs pressing feather-light against the wilted edges, “I wonder what it would be like to see such gorgeous roses every morning from my balcony. You’re lucky, Wakatoshi.”

“You could,” he says without thinking. A fumble in his normally stoic nature, he tries to cover it with a cough, but you have always been more perceptive of him than he’d like.

He can’t see your face, but he can see the way you release some sort of tension from your shoulders. Dropping the flower, you turn back to him and press a hand to the outside of his arm, “You mean it?”

“Maybe not from a balcony,” he murmurs, hand setting at your waist, his head begins to tip towards you without him even realizing it, “from a kitchen window, perhaps?”

“Overlooking a flower garden, and a vegetable garden?” Your hum is inquisitive, and Ushijima smiles at you, grateful you’re playing along at his fantasy, “Let’s do it, then.”

Oh. Maybe not a fantasy, then.

“Run away with me, ‘Toshi,” your hands reach up, cupping Ushijima’s cheeks as he blinks at you, “I don’t want to get married to anyone that isn’t you.”

“But, my father… I can’t just leave my family like this,” he pulls you into a hug when you sigh against him, thumbs brushing along the highs of his cheeks, “My sister’s not yet ready to take the throne, I can’t just abandon them. What if something happens to father?”

“Your sister’s always wanted to take the throne,” you whisper back, voice tight with desperation, he wants to go with you more than you know, and yet there’s something holding him back, “Let’s go somewhere where we can live like normal people. No crowns, no kingdoms to rule, just you and me.”

“What about your husband?”

You laugh, arms winding around his neck as you press closer to him, “Toshi, darling, don’t think. You’ve always thought too much, just. Let’s just go.”

You rocketed into Ushijima’s life like a shooting star, streaking across his sky without a single thought for the effects you’d leave behind. Yet he can’t help but watch you go.

“Of course.”

The lavender plant that grows along the edges of Ushijima’s house has always offset the harsh pinks of the roses he’d planted underneath the windows. It’s convenient, of course, that his father had left a baby rose bush on his desk the night he left.

“Toshi! The ladies in the town are asking after you again, they want you to come fix the gutters again.”

“I just fixed them last month,” he calls back, back of his hand wiping away the sweat forming on his brow as he looks up. He has to block the sun from his eyes, and your figure is shrouded in shadows instead.

“Mm, perhaps they’re looking for an excuse to see you work again, darling,” you call back, basket in hands as you smile at him. He really will never get tired of your smile, he thinks, “But, while they were distracted talking about you, I managed to sell everything for a little higher price than normal.”

By now, Ushijima has gotten up from the ground and is in front of you, his shadow over your face to block the sun, “My little swindler.”

Your smile loses its intense edge, and instead softens, “Do you ever regret it?”

“Regret what?” He mumbles, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, “Being with the love of my life?”

“Mm,” you nod, eyes dreamy as he smiles.

“Not even for a second.”

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sanktnikolais · 4 years ago

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Right Here, With You

A/N: More role swap au bc i love this au sm and i am trash for guard Nik and crown princess Zoya, plus Lada being the best wingman ft. the Bataar twins KHJASDKLJ and also bc @wafflesandkruge wanted more role swap au

Word count: 2271

When you were forced to kneel before royalty, it meant you were about to plead for them to spare your life.

But for Nikolai’s case, it was for an entirely different reason.

He waited patiently with his eyes closed as per the request of the princess. But it had already been a few minutes and still nothing had happened.

"Am I supposed to be worried, princess?" he asked, inclining his head to the side to try and hear what could she be doing. But the wind blowing around them muffled everything. "I'm afraid I might accidentally fall asleep in this position."

"Be patient, Nicky," Lada said, and Nikolai almost laughed at the nickname. He was reminded of the time he introduced himself with that name to a certain crown princess. "Tolya and Tamar didn't even complain when I made them wait."

The twin guards had disappeared for a while now, to check on something they said. They’d both left in a hurry, and if it was some other time, Nikolai would have been worried that they’d sensed upcoming trouble in the palace.

But the look on their faces only showed amusement that he found a bit strange. In the years he had known them, they only made that look whenever they were planning to pull a prank on him.

Now that he thought of it, he sighed in exasperation. Lada must have made them an accomplice to whatever she was doing.

Nikolai chuckled. "A good point," he said, shifting on his other knee and resting his arm over it. "I do hope this isn't some sort of prank with you bolting quietly and leaving me here looking like I'm proposing to the wind."

Lada giggled. "Tempting, but no," she said. There was a hint of mischief in the little princess' tone when she added, "This is much better."

Nikolai’s eyebrows furrowed. If there was anything else the younger princess was other than smart, it was mischievous. "Now I am worried." He paused, risking a peek on one eye, but he only had a second of seeing a blur of colors before she was covering his eyes with her small hands.

"No fair! I said no peeking!" Lada complained, and then he felt a rather strong flick on his forehead. "Now I know why you and Zoya get along. You're both stubborn."

The mention of the crown princess’ smile brought a smile to his lips. "I am merely trying to get some air back in my eyes, little princess," he said.

"Don't worry, it's almost—" Lada stopped abruptly, making Nikolai furrow his eyebrows. He was about to open his eyes when he felt her hand patting his head. "I know you're tempted, but no peeking."

"Are we waiting for night time?"

The younger princess giggled again. "One second," she said.

He waited again, and after another moment, he felt something soft placed on his head.

"Open your eyes." Lada's voice came again, the mischief from earlier now replaced with a hint of excitement.

Nikolai did what he was told and opened his eyes, squinting slightly from the light. The younger princess' bright smile greeted him when his sight finally adjusted. His hand shot up to his head.

Around it was what he felt to be a flower crown.

"There you go," said Lada, her smile only growing wider as she clasped both of her hands to her chest. "You're a prince now."

A smile twitched to Nikolai’s lips as he looked over the younger princess fondly. She really was the Palace’s ray of sunshine. “I am honored, Your Highness,” he said, bowing his head. Then with a curious look, he asked, "A prince of what, if I may know?"

He heard her stern voice cut through the gardens even before Lada could reply. "Alright, you two, this is getting obnoxious. Just tell me where we're going," Zoya complained. "I still have a lot of training to do—"

Lada practically squealed and jumped down from the small rock she was sitting on. She bolted towards her older sister with excitement. Nikolai got up and followed his gaze to the two royals, his smile turning fond as he watched the young princess grab at her sister's hand.

And pulled her towards him.

He blinked. Zoya's usual dresses were replaced by an armor over a tunic and trousers, something he rarely saw her in. Even back when he first saw her more than a decade ago, unsure and holding the sword incorrectly, she had been wearing a loose dress.

Now she looked different. She looked better. Strong. Regal. Beautiful.

Still so beautiful.

He couldn't help staring.

"What—" Zoya stopped when their eyes met.

Nikolai felt his breath hitch as if he was embarrassed of getting caught gawking. A surge of warmth bloomed in his chest. He really had it bad. Behind her, the twins stood, both of them giving him a knowing look. Tamar wiggled her eyebrows and winked. Heat rose up to his ears, making him avert his eyes.

He would never hear the end of their teasing later in their quarters.

The crown princess frowned, making him snap out of his thoughts. He raised a questioning eyebrow.

She pointed a finger as his head. "Where did that come from?"

"Yours truly," Lada answered for him, grinning up to her sister. She pushed Zoya forward until she was in front of Nikolai, and it was only when he realized that they were suddenly close.

He automatically took a step back. "I, uh, good morning, Your Highness." He winced on how breathless he sounded. He cleared his throat. "It's good to see you."

Wow, real smooth, Lantsov, Nikolai scolded in his head. Saints, he was like a hopeless boy embarrassing himself in front of the girl he liked. A situation which was most likely true.

Zoya raised an eyebrow, an amused expression on her face. "Are you alright, Captain?

"Of course." He shook himself and regained his composure. He put on his signature grin, finding it come to him easily. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Lada cleared her throat. "Alright, I will save you from further embarrassing yourself, Nicky," she said as she climbed the boulder in front of them.

Nikolai held his arm out to guide the younger princess up, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zoya do the same.

"I'm okay," Lada said. She stared at them both for another moment, then she smiled. "Perfect, everyone's here. Let's get to the final part of the ceremony."

A frown appeared on Nikolai’s face. "What ceremony?"

"Why, your wedding, of course."

He sputtered, and Zoya went still beside him. He tried to ignore the sting in his chest. It wasn't as if someone like her would look at a mere guard like him, much less marry him. But it still pricked at his heart all the same.

"I can't believe you made me come here for that," Zoya said, shaking her head. Nikolai would have believed that she was mad had there not been an amused smile playing on her lips. "But I guess I'll play along."

"The crown princess suddenly playing along?" he said and raised a brow. "Very, very unexpected."

She challenged his look with her own. "Why, Lantsov, I thought you would like this?" she said. "Or are you afraid that you might fall in love with me after this?"

I already am. Nikolai covered with a laugh. "I could ask the same to you."

"Confident, aren't we?"

"Only for you."

Zoya shook her head with a laugh, facing forwards to Lada again. The younger princess was grinning at them, her eyes bright as the morning sun.

"Let's get on it, shall we?" she said, clasping both of her hands in front of her chest in delight. Then she cleared her throat and mustered up a serious face that made Nikolai want to chuckle. "Do you, Grumpy Crown Princess Zoya" —Nikolai stifled a laugh— "take this idiotic but endearing Captain of the Guard as your companion in life, to argue with and train with or whatever, to hold from this day forward without wanting to strangle him, to be there for him in times of plenty and need, to love and cherish, for the rest of your lives?"

A beat, and then Zoya shrugged, a small smile on her lips. "It's not like I have a choice. I guess I do."

Nikolai chuckled. "Good one," he said.

Lada looked pleased, and then turned to Nikolai with a sly expression. He furrowed his eyebrows. What could she be thinking again?

His question in his head was unanswered when the younger princess continued again.

"Do you, Prince Nicky of the high seas" —Zoya snorted at the nickname— "take my big, grumpy sister as your lifetime partner, to bicker with and to share your secrets with, to be the sunshine to her storms and the smiles to her scowls, to support her all her ideas except the bad ones, to love and cherish her, for the rest of your lives?"

He pretended to think for a moment. "I don't," he said, dragging the word, "think I would refuse." In front of him, Zoya rolled her eyes. "I do."

If it was still possible, Lada's grin became even wider. "By the power bestowed upon me by whoever, I pronounce you man and wife." She jumped on the boulder a few times. "You may now kiss the bride."

Nikolai blinked. He had totally forgotten about that part. When he looked over to Zoya, he noticed that she mirrored his expression. Maybe she had forgotten about it as well.

He breathed deeply, but it didn't help calm the erratic beating of his heart. "Well, you said you'll play along with it," he said, almost in a whisper, and he leaned forward.

Zoya sucked in a breath, making him stop a few inches away from her lips. There was a dead silence that washed over the garden, and nothing but his breathing could be heard. Nikolai wasn't really going to do it, despite wanting to, and he wondered how it would feel if he kissed her. It would be so easy to touch hand to her face, to pull her towards him and close the distance between them.

She's a royal, Lantsov, his mind berated. Know your place.

He almost smiled bitterly. It would just be a good dream.

With a sly grin to cover up for his lamenting, he took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles instead.

The surprised look on her face made him want to laugh. "Disappointed?"

She gaped at him for a moment, and then she pulled away from his touch, redness rising to her cheeks. "You wish."

Somewhere behind Nikolai, Tolya's deep laugh echoed through the gardens. He turned to look at the giant with a raised brow, and he only had a second to blink before the twins were stepping forward and tackling him in a hug as if the wedding was real and they were happy for him.

But the look in their eyes told him that they were. Weirdly as it sounded, he found it endearing.

"Congratulations, Captain," Tamar said with a smile. Then she was also pulling Zoya with them, putting her next to Nikolai. Tolya picked Lada up and placed her on one broad shoulder. "Well, I'd say congratulations to you both."

"I can't believe you two are accomplices to this atrocity," Zoya mumbled.

Nikolai huffed a laugh. "Tell me about it."

He let the moment pass for another long moment. It would only be brief before they were back to being guards to the princesses again.

But perhaps he could dream that this was real.

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"Nikolai."

The memory faded in Nikolai's mind as he looked back to the stormy blue eyes that he had adored for more than a decade now. A smile made its way to his face, realizing the moment he was in now.

The chapel waited in excitement, and his smile only became wider.

"If you leave me hanging and only kiss my hand again," Zoya said, her eyes bright, "I will run away from our wedding night."

Nikolai laughed, his vision suddenly blurring. "Why settle for only that," he said, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles, "when I can now do both?"

She laughed, the sound coming out breathless. A tear fell from her eye, and he reached up to wipe it away. "Then just get on with it."

"As you wish, my love."

He placed his other hand to her cheek, pulling her to him, and she met him halfway. When their lips finally met, the chapel erupted in cheers and happy shouts, and he could swear one of the loudest was coming from Lada somewhere in the front pew.

Zoya clutched at his collar and pulled him closer, feeling her smile against his mouth. He could get lost in this moment forever, the world could fall around them, and he was sure he would never mind one bit now that he was finally hers, and she his.

The cheers continued on even as they pulled away, and he rested his forehead to hers, eyes still closed. Everything felt surreal, but the warmth and calmness in his heart told him otherwise.

Finally.

"I love you," he said, breathless from the euphoria, making Zoya laugh.

"I love you too, Captain." She pulled him to another kiss again, and he welcomed her openly.

With the feeling of content in his chest and the love of his life in his arms, Nikolai knew he was home.

#zoyalai #zoya nazyalensky #nikolai lantsov #lada garin #tolya yul bataar #tamar kir bataar #king of scars #my writing #mORE ROLE SWAP AU #bc i love Lada and she deserves the world #and the bataar twins being the best wingmen as well #this is cheesy #but i am living for it #shameless fluff #idk but i love this sm ;-;

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riotfuckery · 5 years ago

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Shark bites

Kirishima x f!reader

A/N: Hello beautiful readers! I’m here to drop off your fluffy/spicy dose of Kirishima love! This is a request from none other than my senpai and wonderful friend @queensynderella! Thank you for sending in and I kinda struggled to write it bc of being the big sad™️. I’m really not too happy with it but I hope y’all enjoy it! 💖

Warnings: sexy descriptions, implied sexy time, a badly described make out, and kinda awful writing.

Tags: @thedreadthreadanomaly @trafalgar-temptress @lovelustdollsworld @obsessedchildsworld @kingtamakimurder @birds-have-teeth thank you for all the love and support, I appreciate everyone of y’all 💖🥺💖

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The ‘almost official’ stage of dating was the most fluffy part of dating. Sneak peeks of being in a relationship with the person you were interested in just forced your brain to daydream of what life you could live together. It was close yet so far away.

When your long time crush Kirishima Eijirou asked you on a date for the first time, you were over the moon with excitement.

As he stood there with cheeks matching his long mane of fire red hair, holding slightly crumped wildflowers, and stuttering out it he wanted to take you out on that Friday, you melted. You were so happy that you launched yourself into his arms while giggling out a “yes!”.

He took you out that Friday for coffee. Dressed in a oversized (f/c) sweater, black jeans, and a comfortable pair of boots, you walked hand in hand with him as he fed you cheesy pickup lines on your way to the cute coffee shop.

When the two of you got there, he refused to let you pay. Saying “it wasn’t manly to let a lady pay on the first date.”. He was a real gentleman, helping you on and off the tall coffee shop seats and holding doors open for you. He swept you off your feet.

You walked hand in hand with him again on your way home. Warm smiles shared as you soaked in each other’s company, the air was filled with new love as you laughed and playfully danced your way back to the dorms.

Ever the manly man he was, he walked you right to your door. You of course told him he didn’t have to and that you live in the dorms with him but he silenced your protests with a “A gentlemen has to make sure a lovely lady like you gets home safe” accompanied by a playful wink.

As you arrived at your door, a slight sadness bloomed in your chest. You didn’t want to leave to his side so soon and he pulled you into a bear hug as soon as he noticed your crestfallen face.

“So if you’d like, how about we do this again next week?” He akwardly asked, cheeks hinted pink and warm red eyes filled with hope.

“Of course Kiri! I would love that!” You smiled happily up at him. He grew a lot since your first year, now quiet a bit taller than you.

Standing up on your tippy toes, you gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek before entering your room then closing the door.

Kirishima was floored by the sweet kiss you gave him. His large hand held on the place you pecked as his heart beat wildly in his chest. If he could get anymore love struck, he’d think he went insane.

Pressing you ear against the door, you waited until you heard his heavy footsteps walk away to jump on your bed and let out an excited squeal into your pillow.

Lingering glimpses at one another were happening often during that week until Friday came around again. The sickeningly sweet air of young love floated over the two of you like a cloud at all times, making everyone in the general vicinity roll their eyes in annoyance.

Neither of you could care less because you were head over heels for one another. Heads filled with daydreams until you could see each other again.

You were practically glittering with excitement when Friday finally arrived. Tearing up your closet to find the perfect outfit as you fussed over your hair, you couldn’t help the rapid thumping in your chest as you finished your look.

Giving yourself a twirl in the mirror, smiling proudly at the outfit you picked out with the approval of your friends via text. You were a bit nervous but the ever so present excitement overshadowed it.

He knocked on your door swiftly, catching your attention as you grabbed your phone and rushed to the door. You quickly opened the piece of wood only to be met with the handsomest man you’ve ever seen.

He looked stunning. A black floral button up shirt framed his solid build nicely, dark jeans hugged his muscular legs in all the right ways, and of course, his signature pair of red crocs.

He didn’t tell you what you were doing on this outing, only a hint to dress nice but casual. Walking with him hand in hand once more as his tall stature led you through the dorms, through the backyard, and into a small spot in the woods where you found a picnic set out.

A red checkered blanket laid on the top of a small hill, overlooking the city and a delicious set of bento boxes were sitting on top. Your heart raced again, thumping like a happy bunny rabbit as you sat down on the blanket.

Eating your food happily and teasing each other playfully, your heart felt warm when the sun set. Hazy oranges, pinks, and purples filled the sky when you rested your head on his shoulder.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer as he placed a sweet kiss on the top of your head. Your cheeks heated up at the small act of affection from him, making you snuggle yourself closer to the redhead as the both of you watched the sunset.

He walked you to your room again much to your protests, gently tugging you along the forest path and dorms with the picnic basket in his large hand. The world felt so much brighter, so much more fun when he was around that the slight sadness hit your chest again as you arrived at your door.

“I had a really good time today, (y/n) and I know we literally just went out but would you like to hang out with me tomorrow? We could watch a movie in my dorm in our pjs.” He suggested sheepishly, thinking that it was way to be good to be true that you would want hang out with him 2 days in a row.

“That sounds wonderful Eijirou, what time should I come by?” You asked happily.

His cheeks flared red from the casual use of his given name, heart racing at the way it rolled of your tongue.

“U-uh how does 5 sound?” He stuttered out, a little embarrassed at how flustered he was by the simple act of calling him his name.

“Perfect, I’ll see you then!” You smiled brightly, the idea of cuddling up with him in your pjs sounding like heaven.

He summoned all the courage in his body as he gently placed the basket down, red eyes looked softly at your smaller form when he held a large hand out and softly cupped your cheek. Holding it almost protectively when he placed another sweet kiss on your forehead before picking up the basket and walking back to his room, just like you did.

You stood frozen in the hall for a second, cheeks aflame as you felt you entire body turn into a pile of goo. Quickly making your way way inside your room, you unleashed a smile that threatened to stay there the rest of the week.

Tomorrow couldn’t come by any slower, excitement buzzing in your veins as you desperately tried to make yourself sleep. The digits on your clock seemed to go in slow motion as they changed and you let out a groan in defeat.

Staring up at your ceiling you couldn’t help but think of the faux redhead. He was as adorable as a puppy, sweeter then sugar cubes, so friendly that he even tamed the blonde time bomb, and so in touch with his feelings that he made you swoon.

What plagued your mind most was how goddamn handsome he was. He caught your eye during first year, a bright sharp toothed smile sent your way as he gave you a big bear hug when he introduced himself made your heart beat wildly in joy.

Warm red eyes soft and sweet like red velvet cake as he always cheered you on the sidelines. A jawline sharper than a razor combined with his well defined cheekbones made him look cute and hot. Which never failed to make your cheeks feel warm.

Well defined full plush lips with a sharp cupid’s bow was something you thought of often, wondering during late nights if they were as kissable as they looked. Brawny arms that made you feel safe whenever he got the chance to give you a hug.

You took special notice of how tall and muscular he was now. Six feet tall and absolutely shredded, solid like a mountain with not an ounce of fat on him. He towered over your small form, forcing your heart thrash wildly in your chest. But he never made you feel intimidated, always safe and secure when you were with him. That fact alone just made you melt.

His hero costume didn’t help your fantasy about him one bit. A six pack and body carved by Greek gods as you sneeked peeks at him during hero training. He was golden tan and littered with various scars, thanks to internships, the color of his skin just accentuating his well defined six pack and rippling muscles.

It might have been the fact that everyone was asleep or that you only got a few innocent little kisses from him but thinking about this 6ft tall, absolutely shredded, and adorable man just set your lower belly on fire.

Sleep finally came to you before you could get too worked up, finally getting a few good hours of sleep before you had to get up and go about your day.

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The bright rays of the sun woke you up the next morning, regretfully untangling yourself from your sheets as you got up to get ready for your day. Today was cleaning day.

Throwing on a pair of black leggings and an old shirt, you got to cleaning your room. Putting on (f/b) you not so harmoniously sang your way through laundry and organizing various things.

When you finished everything on your checklist , the room was sparkling clean. Taking a peek at the clock, it read as 3pm. Just enough time to eat and get ready.

Quickly making your way to the kitchen downstairs, you grabbed a few of (f/s) and headed to the common room only to see a few of your girlfriends chatting away on the couch.

“Hey cutie pie! Come and join us!” Mina happily waved as she saw you approaching the couch.

“Hi darlings! What’s up?” You greeted as you plopped yourself down in the seat next to cute pink girl, quickly eating your snacks.

“We were actually just talking about you!” She snickered.

“Cmon! Tell us how your last date with Kirishima went!” she enthusiastically demanded, playfully nudging your side with her elbow.

Momo, Uraraka, and Tsuyu all gave you an expecting look, nearly wiggling in their seats from the tension of your small silence.

“It went really well actually! He took me out of a picnic and we watched the sunset together. It was pretty romantic.” You admitted, a tiny bit embarrassed from all the attention on you.

“Oh wow that is romantic~! Who knew Kirishima was such a softie!” Mina gushed dramatically.

“That’s actually really cute. Ribbit.” Tsuyu commented.

“It’s simple and sweet, very much like him.” Momo analyzed thoughtfully.

“But did you guys get all hot and steamy under the sunset~” Mina asked, wiggling her eyebrows for dramatic effect.

“No pinky pie.” you playfully rolled your eyes.

“We didn’t, just a few sweet kisses on the cheek and forehead.” You sheepishly admitted.

Various cooing and gushing came from all girls except Mina, who knew this is how it would play out. In the midst of various chatter, you managed to get a small glance at the clock and saw it was 3:30. Saying a cheerful goodbye, you padded your way back to your room to get ready for your date.

Date. The word still making your heart flutter as you thought of your last two experiences. He was sweet, gentlemanly, and so adorable that you couldn’t help but gush about him internally.

Rummaging through your drawers to find the perfect pair of pjs, you pulled out one old band shirt after another before finding what you were looking for. A matching set of burgundy silk shorts and top with black lace trim.

It was something you bought on a whim after trying it on, loving the way the it made all the features you liked about yourself stand out. A perfect little tease to test his patience.

After pulling out a large hoodie to cover yourself up with, you grabbed your shower caddy and made your way to the showers. You made quick work of getting clean, the whole stall smelling like (f/s) as you scrubbed away all of today’s dust and dirt.

The hot water combined with the steam made your skin feel soft, reveling in the way your confidence soared after doing something so simple. (Self care is important y’all.)

Quickly finishing up what you needed to do, you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel. Confidence still sky high as you brushed and blow dried your hair also applying a little skincare along with it.

As you slid on your sexy little set, you couldn’t help but feel like it when you glanced in the mirror. After a swipe of deodorant and a spritz of perfume, you pulled on your hoodie and happily padded your way to your room to put your stuff away.

Successfully putting away all your things, you checked the clock once again. It read as 4:30pm so you still had half an hour. Deciding to laze around a bit, you checked through your socials and played a game for a bit before heading over.

When you finally looked up from your game, it finally hit 5. You scrambled to put on some chapstick before grabbing your favorite blanket and slipping on your slippers before heading out the door.

You skipped your way to Kirishima’s dorm, heart thumping in excitement about seeing him again. Stopping at his door, you knocked swiftly 3 times and waited patiently.

“Coming!” Kiri shouted casually.

When he did open the door, he didn’t expect his brain to turn into scrambled eggs. You stood there so adorably, eyes sparkling up at him, in a hoodie that nearly drowned you and he was speechless.

“Hey Eiji!” You smiled at him, temporarily putting a halt to his internal gushing.

“Hey (y/n)-chan, come in and get comfy!” He managed to say cheerfully as he stepped aside to let you into his room.

Embarrassingly, you forgot what his room looked like but when you did look at the surprisingly tidy room with workout gear in the corner and ‘manly’ decorations, you internally giggled as you made a beeline for his bed plopped onto it with light bounce. Deciding to lay up against his pillows as you made yourself comfy.

He managed to turn off his internal panicking as he sat down next to you. His warm body next to yours as he pulled out his laptop and pulled up Netflix. After debating for a bit, you both agreed on a random action movie that looked interesting. He carefully placed it on the opposite end of the bed as he got himself comfortable next to you.

As the movie started, your attention instantly wandered off of whatever was on the small screen. Instead focusing on how nice he felt next to you. He was warm that you wanted to cuddle up to him, the shorts you wore not helping you retain heat at all.

Carefully, you grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers with his. Smiling softly as you laid your head on his shoulder as you vaguely payed attention to the movie. He smelt nice too, like sandalwood and citrus. Bright and masculine, just like him.

Kiri had a plan before you arrived and now that you were so cutely cuddled up to him, he couldn’t even form a coherent thought much less breathe normally.

He wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend officially. The cute dates you went on just put the final nail in the coffin for him as you playfully giggled at his jokes and looked at him so cutely. He was freaking out.

With a deep breath, he shoved off all incoming self doubt and popped the question.

“(Y/n)-chan?” He asked nervously, heart racing in fear that you would up and leave if he asked you too early.

“Yes Eiji?” You sweetly replied, just being so close to him was making you feel fuzzy inside.

“Youre so cute and sweet and I like you so much and I was wondering if you would wanna be my girlfriend?” He rambled nervously, his large body tensing in false preparation.

You looked at him in shock for a moment while you processed what he said before a soft smile took over your face. Giving his large hand a squeeze, he cautiously met your gaze.

He saw no anger, no hatred, just soft (e/c) eyes filled affection. He gave you a small shaky smile still a bit nervous from your lack words.

“I would want nothing more Eijirou.” You softly spoke as you admired his face. He was handsome and the little scar on his eye just adding onto to the cute look he had on right now.

He visibly relaxed as he felt himself lean closer to your face, red eyes briefly glancing at your soft lips. Ever the gentleman he was, he needed to ask before making his move.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathlessly asked, still slowly inching closer.

Your eyes briefly glanced at his lips, slightly chapped but still full and plush as you felt yourself lean closer as well.

“Please do” you replied just as breathlessly.

When his lips met yours, it was everything you dreamed of and better. His lips were warm and tasted of cinnamon as they moulded against yours perfectly.

The warm and fuzzy feeling in your body turned into a fire as you used your free hand to cup his cheek and pull him closer to you. You wanted to be closer to him, fuck you needed to be.

It quickly became heated between the both of you, his warm tongue gently swiping over yours in a silent pleas to let him in. When you gently parted your mouth to let him in, he took it to his full advantage, eagerly exploring and dominating your wet cavern with a low groan.

You let out a small moan in response, using the hand that was on his cheek to tangle in his red hair and gave it a light tug. He let out a low growl and without breaking the kiss, he moved his muscular form to hover above you as he pinned your joined hands on the mattress.

When he pulled away, you were both panting and blushing. Red eyes burning with desire as he hungrily looked down at your smaller form beneath him.

“So I’ll take that as a yes?” He cheekily asked with a sharp toothed impish grin.

“Of course, Red Riot~” your saccharine voice answered as you wrapped your legs around his narrow yet muscular waist and brought him closer to you.

His cheeky smile turned into a warning glare as he let another low growl, you were testing his patience and he wasn’t having any of it.

“Careful little one. Don’t get me too excited, you wouldn’t want to this shark to bite, now would you?” He warned you with smoldering eyes half lidded in lust, making the fire in your veins turn into a raging inferno.

“Oh I’m sure I won’t regret it. Now show me how hard this shark can bite.” You challenged, the raging fire in your blood reflecting in your own half lidded hazy eyes. The cute set you had on definitely came in handy later.

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#kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #kinda smutty???#kirishima x you #kirishima fluff #eijirou kirishima #kirishima smut #fluff #mha fluff #my hero academia #bhna x reader #boku no hero academia #mha imagines #bhna fanfiction #bhna kirishima #mha kirishima

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write-the-love-story · 4 years ago

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11 Minutes

Title: 11 Minutes Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Word Count: 2,003 Genre: pure angst (bc that’s the only thing i could write these days *sigh*) Warning: angst, death (unspoken)

A/N: This song has been stuck in my head for a while the only way to get rid of it is to write something out of it. haven’t been writing in years pls be nice :)))) it’s a bit messy but hope y’all like it. i’ve been thinking about writing again.

►► 11 Minutes - YUNGBLUD, Halsey ft Travis Barker

"Reservation for Jung Hoseok." He said to the waiter on the front with a charming smile. The waiter returned his smile as she leads him into the table. He followed in tow if there's anyone paying attention, they'll notice there are sparkles in his eyes and a little hop in his walk.

7:05

His bright smile turned into a frown when he noticed you're 5 minutes late. Weird. You're never late. He was about to text you when his phone vibrated against his hand. Your name showed on the notification bubble.

7:05 from y/n: Hobi!!! I'm sorry, I'll be late. I'm 11 minutes away. Please wait for me.

His heart jumped out at the sight of you calling him Hobi. He huffed out the breath he didn't know he was holding. You're coming. For a second, he thought you stood him up.

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"Iced americano for Hoseok," The barista yelled out, putting the coffee on the counter for the customer to pick up.

Your body seemed to forget how to move the second that name was called, finger gripping the sachet of sugar you just poured into your hot coffee tightly. It couldn't be him, could it? You thought. What are the odds of meeting your ex years after you moved away, but still you turned around in curiosity to take a peek at the man with the same name as someone you once loved dearly. The time seemed to stop when your eyes met for a split second. It's really him and he's coming towards you.

"Y/N?" The man in the white hoodie called out your name, breaking your trance, you blinked. What are the odds? Seriously?

Your mouth gape open like a fish. How long has it been? He still looked the same, barely aging a day since that day. "Hoseok? Didn't know you're back."

He smiled, taking a sip of his iced americano. "I just got back, I'm opening my studio," He said, almost as if he specifically informed you that he's back and staying for you.

You nodded, processing the information, "That's good, I know you'd made it. Congrats on the studio."

"I was wondering-," His sentence was cut off by the ping of your phone. You glanced at your phone for a second before looking back at him, urging him to continue.

"I was wondering if you want to catch up?" thump, thump, thump. If only you could hear how loud and fast his heart is beating right now.

The split second of silence was unbearable for him as he waited for your answer, afraid that you won't want anything to do with him, but then you grinned at him, looking at him like he never left. "I would love to, but I gotta run or I'll be late for work," You told him, furrowing your brows, you dug into your bag to hand him your business card. "Here, I have to go, but text me! We'll talk!"

You said your goodbye, he waved at you, watching as your figure disappear into the street grasping the soft matte material of the card in his hand. Your name on the thick, big font, below it is your position, head of pr. He smiled. You made it too. A sense of pride blooming on his chest. All of those hard work finally paid off.

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"No," You said, ignoring the pout the man beside you sent. You're pretty sure by 3 pm that day you have said the word no million times.

"Y/N, yes. Come on. You have to come! You gotta expand your circle, you're a communication student and yet you only know me!" The man you called your best friend argued his point on why you should come to the party his friend is throwing that night. You sent a glare at him, "Aren't you the one who latch yourself into me the second we met?" He waved you off, rolling his eyes at you ignoring your comment, and continue lecturing you about the importance of connection as a communication student and that's how Park Jimin managed to guilt-trip you into coming to one of his friend's party.

Jung Hoseok isn't a believer of love at first sight, but that night the second his eyes fall into you, he thought he might just believe in love at first sight. The pink-haired man dragging you by his side into his group of friends noticed the way Hoseok's eyes linger a second way too long. His friends seemed to notice too as they snickered behind the red cup.

"This is Y/N, my best friend," Jimin introduced you to his group of friends with a grin. The blue-haired man who then introduced himself later as Kim Taehyung glared at Jimin. "I thought I'm your best friend!" He interjects, causing the group to laugh.

"This is Hoseok, he's a dance major," Jimin said, introducing you to the last man in the group. He sent you a wave. You really thought you'll be blinded by his smile. You returned his smile, waving at him. "Hoseok," You repeated, nodding your head, remembering his name.

His cheeks blushed red at the sound of you saying his name. He decided he liked the way you said his name. For some reason, it made him feel wanted.

For the first time, Jung Hoseok stayed sober at a party, keeping you company for the rest of the night as Jimin broke his promise and disappeared on you the minute you looked away. He learned a lot about you that night; you have a sister, you owned a dog, you're a communication major, you have a knack for photography, you wanted to travel the world, you don't mind pineapple on pizza, you liked your milk tea without boba. That night, he wanted to learn more about you. He comes home with a big smile on his face, feeling giddy at the thought of seeing you again in the morning for a boba.

You didn't expand your circle at all, maybe you did if you consider Jimin's friends, but thanks to Park Jimin, you got yourself a date.

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Two weeks ago, you didn't think it'll come to this.

"They wanted me in New York," He said, interrupting the silence as you both ate dinner that night. Your eating utensils clattered into the plate. You looked up to him. Eyes wide and mouth open, he looked happy, the happiest if you think about it. Stars swirling in his eyes as he told you all about the opportunity he's been eyeing since he graduates from university last year. Your mouth feels dry, you could feel your throat closing up, you gulped your water as you stare at him.

"Baby, slow down." You finally spoke, grasping his hand as he stopped to finally take a breath. He grinned at you, his legs bounce in excitement. "I want you to come with me. You and I are going to New York, can you believe that? Oh, there's so much-"

The world starts to spin, you barely hear the word he said after I want you to come with me. You feel your heart drop because you can't. You can't come with him even when you want to. Not when you just started your whole career.

"Baby?" He called, waving his hand in front of you. Eyes filled with concern, "Are you okay?" His smile replaced with a deep frown as his eyes carefully watched you.

"Hobi," You whispered out his name, your heart breaks at the sight of him. You feel your eyes watered as you blinked them away. "I would love to go with you, but you know I can't."

His frown deepened, "W-why?"

"I just got a raise. I can't leave with you."

Hoseok ran his fingers thru his hair, nodding his head, he continues picking his food as nothing happened. "Okay, okay. It's okay. We don't have to go to New York."

You almost gasped at him. There's no way he's not going to New York. You know how much he wanted this since he started. You shook your head at him, "No, I'm not going. You are going."

He clenched his jaw. It was his turn to shake his head. "No. I'm not going without you."

A sob breaks out from your body. "Please listen to yourself. I won't let you do that. You're going and that's final."

If there's one thing he knows from this relationship is that you're a stubborn person and there's no point arguing with you because somewhere deep down, he knows you're right. He knows he'll regret not going, but at the same time, he can't let you go. You've always been apart of his future since that night he met you.

"What about us?" He asked, voice barely above a whisper. He's defeated, his figure slumped as he wiped the tears away with the sleeve of his sweater. Your body still shook from the cry, sniffling you looked up to him, "Let's push the pause button on us."

That night you cried on each other shoulders, laughed at the memories, kissing the night away, grieving the relationship that you know could have a happy ending, grieving the one that got away, leaving promise that one day you'll meet again when the time's right.

---

Never in his six years away abroad, he didn't think about you. Often he wonders if you would answer his call, but he never tries, glaring at the bright screen showing your contact info before he turned his phone off.

Your friend often updates you about him at the beginning, until they just stopped altogether telling you about him. Maybe it's the way you looked after his name was thrown into the conversation, maybe it was a pity, but who knows? In return, you stopped asking about him.

You've been ecstatic since that morning in a coffee shop; you've thought about meeting him again, you've thought about catching up, you've thought about finding him again once everything settles down, but never in million years, you'll find him so soon. Still, your heart burst at the prospect. You never forget him nor stopped loving him.

"Shit, shit, shit." You muttered as you glanced at the clock on the wall. You're late. The second your client walked out the door, you rushed, picking up your coat and your bag. Your assistant looked at you as if you grow two heads. You don't usually look this nervous. She tilted her head in confusion, thinking if there's an appointment she forgot because if she recalls, that was the last client of the day. She opened her mouth about to ask you if there's anything wrong, but you waved her off with a grin, "I have a date!"

7:05 to Hobi: Hobi!!! I'm sorry, I'll be late. I'm 11 minutes away. Please wait for me.

You sent a text to him and jumped into an Uber. You could feel butterflies in your stomach. Your thumping, you could almost feel it about to leap out of your throat. Feeling excited and yet nervous at the same time to meet him again.

---

Hoseok glanced at his watch, time has passed since you texted him. Five minutes turned into 20 minutes.

7:25

The waiter came approaching him. She eyed the bouquet on the table, she sent him a smile. "Are you ready to order, sir?"

Hoseok forced a smile, shaking his head. "Not yet."

His heart broke all over again. Why aren't you here?

The loud sounds of blaring ambulances interrupted his thought, causing patrons and waiters around to look out of the big window of the restaurant, whispering, wondering what's going on.

Just in time, his phone vibrated. He nervously picked up.

"Yes, this is Jung Hoseok."

His heart dropped, finally breaking into a thousand pieces. He leaped up from his seat. Bouquet abandoned at the table as he runs and runs. Hoping he made it in time.

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nolongerwrites · 4 years ago

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I feel really sick right now y’all I’ve had this in my drafts for a hot minute and I finally got around to finishing it bc I love him so much

Please please please listen to the song (translations in english) it’s so perfect and beautiful and I just-

Fukuzawa deserves more love in my opinion 😔🤘

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆

“𝐵𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔”

“𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝑔'𝓈 𝒽𝑜𝓌𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒢𝑒𝓉𝒶 𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇”

“𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑀𝒾𝓁𝓀𝓎 𝒲𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈”

“𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈”

Some people say heartbreak truly is real. Pain will accumulate inside your chest and it’ll feel like your having a heart attack. They say pain is only something temporary. But is true pain only temporary? Can one really die of a broken heart? How much pain can a person take before it all becomes too much? It’s for these questions, you walk the snow filled empty streets of Yokohama in the dead of night. No sound could be heard. The white beneath your feet glows underneath the full moon as she lights up the night. Snow falls from the sky littering the ground around you and White flurries cascaded from the trees which danced with the wind onto your body.

With Your hair let loose, a midnight black kimono covered every inch of your body keeping the cold away. The purple dragon painted beautifully onto the lower end of the haori you wore stared down onto the pale streets ahead with its piercing emerald green eyes. Frosty winds blow past you, making the skin on your cheeks burn and your hair flow gracefully behind you. Your Fingers were tucked away into the sleeves of your kimono in an attempt to keep them warm. The winter winds made your body ache with pain; yet it was nothing compared to the pain inside of your chest that had been building up over many years. What was that saying again?

虎穴に入らずんば虎子を得ず

If you do not enter the tiger's cave, you will not catch its cub. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. You can't do anything without risking something. But what exactly were you trying to gain? There isn’t anything you hadn’t already risked and there wasn’t anything you weren’t willing to venture out for. Was it closure? Was it for nothing? These questions swam around in your head for years. But here, on this cold and dark winter night, you would wait for him to finally show his face again. His men had been taken down and so had yours. This fight had been going on for far too long. But tonight, you would finally get the answers you were looking for..

Even if it killed you.

“𝐼'𝓂 𝒶 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽”

“𝒲𝒽𝑜'𝓈 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜”

———————-

The silver wolf and the flower of carnage.

These were the nicknames they earned themselves many moons ago. The two greatest assassins the government had ever seen. They were praised. They were respected. They were feared. Anyone who dared to cross his or her path ended up dead before they even knew what happened. She was skilled and artful with any sword placed in her hands. He was wise beyond his years and his quick way of thinking is what truly led the duo to victory every chance they got. Their abilities were were unanimously praised by many.

Yukichi had first seen her back in their youthful years. They were both in martial arts training together when he first whitenesed the angelic way her hands would dance with the katana. He even learned a few tips and tricks from her after they introduced themselves. They developed a sort of friendly rivalry after the many spars and training they endured. After they bloomed into their adulthood, yukichi was quick to form an alliance with her. He had never seen a person work as quick and elegant as herself.

The two would go on and develop a partnership together and later on work as assassins for the government. Thus earning the names the silver wolf, and the flower of carnage.

Such as himself, she did have a soft side to her that only revealed itself on occasion. He had seen it many times when they lived together. Even a bitter cold killer had moments of tranquility. He had seen it on her face when their bodies were intertwined with each other. It was little things; her eyes would carry just a little more light when a stray cat happened to make its home in her garden, or when she would give him a small kiss on the cheek after a long passionate night.

They wouldn’t admit that they were lovers. But they did like to release pent up stress after a while in a way some would consider lovers. Every once in a while it felt nice to be held in someone else’s arms as their true emotions came to light. He had seen the scars and imperfections on her body many times. Markings of a dark past she wished to forget painted itself on the delicate skin of her limbs and back. He never asked in fear of her reliving it. He wondered countless times what could be going through her head as she stared off into nothing. Eventually as time passed, he would feel something a little more for her.

“𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈”

“𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓎 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑜𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔”

“𝐼'𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒”

“𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒽𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜”

One day out of the blue, as they both laid on the grass in her garden watching the first blossoms fall from the Sakura trees around them, she decided to ask a question that had been on her mind for a while. “Yukichi, What’s your opinion on pain?” She said as she turned to look at him.

“Depends on what kind of pain.” He would reply without moving an inch from where he was laying. “pain in here” she put her hand over her heart before pointing to her head “and here..” he turned watched as she waited for a response. He thought long and hard about her question. He couldn’t say he had the answer because he didn’t really know what heartbreak felt like. There’s only one thing he knew for sure..

“Pain is only temporary.”

Slowly, day by day, they both started to change. You could see in his face and actions that the weight of having killed so many people was starting to catch up. She on the other hand, showed less and less remorse and emotion towards everything. She had became colder and colder by the day and He blamed himself for it. If he wouldn’t have decided to partner with her many years ago maybe she would have been a different person instead of the murderer she was now. For this, he decided to break it off between the two of them.

She didn’t argue, she wasn’t upset, but she did tell him that if he ever showed his face in front of her again it would be be either his or her last fight. And he accepted that. He left without ever telling her how he felt. He would go on trying to do good for the world rather than continue his work as an killer. As for her, she continued her work and eventually became the leader of a organization of elite assassins.

Her group would stand a huge problem for the city. Many of her men were corrupted and would do their own thing without her knowledge, Unknowingly causing chaos within other organizations. This would eventually lead to an all out war between all sides. But no matter who dared to challenge her, not one person could ever stand a chance at defeating her. There was only one person who could ever have a chance at stopping her reign, And he knew exactly what he had to do. After all, they were long time partners.

“𝒪𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒻 ��𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓎𝒶𝓁, 𝒾𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒾𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒”

“𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇”

“𝒫𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒷𝓊𝑜𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓈”

“𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓂𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝑜𝓁𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓋𝒾𝒸𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎”

———————-

“It’s been a long time. I see you still haven’t really changed have you?”

Ah. So he was finally here. Your back faced him as he stood a good couple of feet away from you. You said nothing as you continued to stare up at the full moon in the sky and smile. The snow had stopped and the wind had ceased to roar. Your smile stayed as you finally turned to look at your opponent and long time friend. “I could say the same about you silver wolf.”

She was still as beautiful as ever. Even now as dark bags painted the underside of her eyes and small wrinkles were visible on parts of her face. He couldn’t help but think back to the many times you smiled at him and he thought you were the most gorgeous woman on the planet. “How’s that boy of yours? What was his name again?” You said as you untucked your hands from your sleeves. “I’ve heard about his ability from one of my associates.”

“Ranpo, and He’s not my son.” He replied as he chuckled darkly. “Unfortunately he has no ability. It’s all in his head”. There was a long pause before you turned back to the sky. “I see..” you whispered to yourself.

“Was that why you chose to quit the life you had?” You said as you turned back and took a step towards him. “Is he the reason you decided to abandon me as if we never knew each other? Like we hadn’t slain so many people in our years?” Your voice was laced with darkness as it echoed into the night.

His eyes widened slightly as he once again thought about what you said. “I had a change of heart you could say” he replied as he also took a step forward. The scilence returned after that. You both stared each other down like wild animals fighting for territory before you drew your katana slowly from your side. The eery sound of silver against wood rang out. The silver shone and reflected under the moonlight. You stared down at the blade, admiring the beauty behind it before closing your eyes and placing a small kiss on the hilt. You did this every time you held it unsheathed. He could recall the countless times you had kissed your blade before you started your routine.

He in return drew his out too. There was no room for a reunion right now. He reluctantly held it in your direction before taking a stance. It brought him back to the days you spent training, when you two would spar together. You opened your eyes and stared him down; your eyes clouded with a murderous gaze. “Are you ready yukichi?”. He took a breath and waited for the freezing vapor to disappear into the night before giving you the slightest of nods.

And once again, you started your winter dance. Swords clashed in a matter of seconds. You were swift on your feet as they danced around him. Hair and cloth flowing wildly as each swing you took collided with his blade. He knew your way of style, He was easily able to deflect almost every slash you threw at him. He pushed you back with his blade, making you jump a good foot away from him. You stared at him with the same murderous expression as a small cut appeared apon your cheek. The blood dripped slightly down your face and you rubbed it away with your sleeve.

“You surely have improved yukichi, I can say that much” you smirked as you straightened your katana. “I can’t remember the last time you actually laid a hit on me”. He clicked his tongue and swung his sword in your direction once again. You dodged and swerved as his blade came inches away from slashing your skin. On his last swing though, you had jumped up in the air before landing a kick into his side, making him fly into the building next to you in a cloud of rubble and dust.

“I can’t have you knowing all my secrets yukichi” she smiled as the bokken left bruises on his upper arms. She smirked at him as she held it over her shoulder with a hand on her hip. “Ready for another round? You still have a lot to learn from me” she said as she held her hand out for him. He returned the smile before grasping her hand...

He coughed and spit up blood as his body ached with pain. He had to think of something quick before you made your next move. You stood and watched from a distance as the dust started to clear up only for you to realize his body wasn’t even their anymore. Your eyes widened with realization before you turned around swiftly to block his blade as it came down from above. Your faces were inches apart as you both struggled for the upper hand. He stared at your face, which was illuminated by the moon in the sky, and he remembered back to all the times he would admire your beauty when you didn’t notice. Or maybe you did, he never really knew. Even now as you were dirtied and bloody, a small part of him still admired you.

He had a little bit of blood dripping from his mouth as he clenched his teeth, trying to pry his mind away from lingering thoughts. You continued to smirk at him even as you were desperately failing to fight back against his strength. He was a lot taller than you after all. “This bring back memories, doesn’t it? Remember all the times you tried to get me down and you couldn’t?” You said through your struggle.

Finally, his knee collided with your stomach before kicking you away from him. He used that time to slash your shoulder, cutting the sleeve of your kimono as crimson sprayed out. You let out a series of coughs before kneeling and holding the wound in pain. The freezing winds made it burn and hurt like hell. Yet not once did you take your gaze off of him.

“Never take your eyes off your opponent yukichi” she said as he wiped away blood from his mouth where she had managed to hit him. He glared at her from a distance as he straightened himself up. “Again”...

“I’m tired of playing games like little school children. It’s about time we ended this” he yelled at you from where he stood before he flung away the blood on his sword. He could see your breath in short puffs of vapor as you took your stance once again. You breathed out slowly before You twirled and graceful started making your way towards him like a leopard running to catch its prey. Each step you took was delicate enough to almost not leave footprint in the soft white underneath you.

Grunts and metal against metal echoed through the wind as it picked up again. You and him locked eyes for a split second, and for a moment, he could see the agony and despair behind them that he had seen so many moons ago. The pain of having to fight someone who meant so much to you had continued to weigh you down with time. It made his chest hurt. Everything felt like slow motion as you both raised your katanas one last time..

“𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓏𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊.”

“𝐼𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒾𝑔𝓃 𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓅𝓈”

“𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒”

“𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉”

It hurt. Everything hurt. You swore you landed a hit on him as he swung his blade from above. Only he didn’t. He instead chose to bring it down right before you stepped in front of him causing the blade to pierce straight through your chest. He knew you probably had the same idea as him as your blade went straight through his shoulder instead. Maybe you meant to miss on purpose. He would never know.

“Say yukichi..” you whispered into his shoulder as you laid your head against his chest “do you still truly think pain is only temporary..?”. His eyes widened for a moment. He could care less about the pain his body was experiencing. Your voice was quiet and laced with a sense of tranquility once again. With a grunt, he pulled his blade from your chest in a swift motion. You did they same as the silver fell to the ground with a clank. He threw his katana to the side before catching your body right before it hit the ground. He cradled your head in his hand as he held your body close to his chest.

You looked up into his eyes before you placed a bloody hand to his cheek, staining the pale skin below your fingers in crimson. A cough rose from your chest, a dark sound following after as you gurgled one your own blood. “I’ve known pain all my life.. you knew that, more than anyone...” You wiped a tear from his eye that he didn’t even know they had accumulated. A weak smile plastered itself apon your freezing lips. “I think.. for once in my life.. I’m not in pain anymore... the pain in here... is no more. ” you whispered as you placed your hand to his heart. He held you tighter in his embrace as more and more tears fell from his face. He could care less about the blood pouring into his cloths and the wound in his shoulder. He wanted to so desperately tell you that he loved you. He should have done it so many years ago when he had the chance. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

You turned your head to look at the moon in the sky one last time. She watched you grow for many years. From the moment you were born into this world, to the very last moments you spent breathing. She watched you cry, smile, and kill. She took care of you and showed you light in the darkest of times. You silently thanked her before closing your eyes and letting out a shallow breath. And in your last moments, you also thanked yukichi fukuzawa for truly giving you something to believe in all these years. Giving you something to venture for. Giving you something to love. As the life drained from your body you couldn’t help but feel you were at true peace.

You finally got the answers you were searching for...

“𝐼 𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹.”

“𝒪𝒽, 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂 𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃?”

“𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒿𝒶𝒾𝓁.”

#Spotify #angst #bungou stray dogs angst #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #fukuzawa yukichi #fukuzawa x reader #BSD #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #more angst for the soul #give fukuzawa more love

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svtxsoju · 4 years ago

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00. prologue | dear miss soju

ღ Synopsis: College is hard. Love is even harder. Good thing the students of Mansae University can write in to Miss Soju, the campus’ very own romance advice columnist! The only problem is she’s never been in a relationship. Ever. There’s no telling what kind of chaos she may cause in the love lives of several of MU’s most eligible bachelors. Too bad no one knows who she really is! ღ Characters/Pairings: college AU! Seventeen & OC’s, Pairings TBA! ღ Genre: Romantic Comedy, Slice of Life ღ Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol, underage drinking, mentions of sex, language, bad jokes ღ Word Count: 2.6k words ღ Binu’s Note: hi to anyone who is reading this!!! i’m super excited (and kinda nervous :0) to post this bc i’ve been working on this project for a while now. aaaa i hope there are at least some people who can enjoy it! this is a relatively short-ish chapter but it’s p dense with exposition lol but anyway if ur reading this, thank you i love you!!!

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Introducing The Front ’s New Romance Advice Columnist: Miss Soju!

We all have an ideal: an ideal type, an ideal first date, an ideal relationship. The problem is love isn’t ideal at all. And sooner or later, we find ourselves sitting on that plastic chair in that tent on the side of the road with an ache in our chest. You’re hurt, confused, and kind of going crazy-- all the tell-tale symptoms of heartbreak are there. And the only cure? Soju, of course!

Finding a decent partner and maintaining a healthy, sustainable relationship is difficult enough as it is. Then layer it with the culture shock of university, where you’re experiencing actual adulthood for the first time without mommy and daddy to hold your hand. It’s enough to make anyone lose their minds! Sure, you could always turn to your friends for support and advice, but in all honesty, they’re even more of a mess than you are.

That’s why Mansae University’s affiliate newspaper, The Front, will be reviving our romance advice column this fall! Each week, Miss Soju will be answering all your burning questions, and that means all of them. Her expertise touches on topics as simple as explaining to that one guy that your love is fated because you passed each other at Yuhaeng Quad, like three times, and extends to more extreme situations that require an anonymous veil, like how to confess to your new boyfriend with the furry fetish that you’ve been severely allergic to animals since you were three and you have no idea how any animals act, let alone… Yikes.

It’s true, college is full of new and bizarre experiences, some we must go through and some we’d much rather avoid. Who knows? Maybe you’ll meet the love of your life here. But it’s okay to admit that you need a little guidance through the mystical and confusing world of college dating. Miss Soju has got your back, and she’s not afraid to hit you with that real shit. As she always says, good advice is like taking a shot: sweet on the lips but burns your throat as you swallow it down.

Monday, June 3rd, 2019 3:07PM

“Jihoon, I don’t know if I can do this.”

Name: So Joohyun. Major: Journalism major with a minor in communications. Estimated graduation year: 2021. Desired position: World News Journalism Intern. That was what she had put on her application for The Front’s junior internship program. She had made sure to attach her published articles and to emphasize her interest in-- no, her passion for-- reporting compelling stories on an international scale. Not once in her application did she indicate that she was an expert in love or sex, let alone qualified to give others advice on the subjects! In fact, she was probably the least qualified person on campus for this position, which was probably the most perplexing aspect of the whole situation.

But despite all of that, there she was, sitting in Yuhaeng Quad with her best friend, reading the promo piece she had written for Miss Soju. Jihoon had been ecstatic when he had thought of the nickname back in high school. She had snuck bottles of the alcohol over to his house one night after finals week, and he had drunkenly claimed that the name was doubly clever since So-ju were also the first two syllables in her name. When the newspaper had told her she needed an anonymous pen name, it was the only thing she could think of, mostly because creating a secret identity had made her in desperate need of a drink. She changed her mind. Having a secret identity was equally as perplexing as pretending to know how to spice up people’s sex lives. It was like she was some kind of Love Spiderman. She was not ready for that kind of great power or the great responsibility that came with it!

“‘I don’t know if I can do this’?” Jihoon repeated her words slowly. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say those words in that order. Can I take your picture? I need to commemorate this moment.”

“Can’t you see that I am having a crisis?” she whined. “The integrity of my career is on the line because I’ve never bothered to go on a date!”

“When are you not having a crisis?” Jihoon laughed. He sat up from lying down on their picnic tarp to give her full view of his smug grin. Originally, he had dragged Joohyun outside in hopes that the perfect summer weather would help relieve some of her stress from the past week. He even found her favorite spot under the shade of an ancient tree that overlooked the stretch of green field. But Jihoon could not call himself a proper best friend if he passed on an opportunity to rub all of this in her face. “This is what you get for chickening out on all our group blind dates! I could have scored that hot bassist girl with the thigh tattoo, but nooo, you always had to put your career first.”

“Sue me for having priorities!” she huffed. Leave it to Jihoon to chalk this all up to karma. Now that he mentioned it though, she couldn’t help but feel like a higher power was taking a piss on her life. Or maybe it was just the shit-eating smile on Jihoon’s face that had her on edge. Joohyun tried to avert her focus to a couple of boys tossing a frisbee around instead, but somehow that irked her too. The idyllic weather, the carefree students, everything that was pleasant seemed to mock her sour mood. She pouted at the ground in defeat, and continued, “You are the first person to know that if I was told that dating and fucking around were going to be crucial to my journey to becoming South Korea’s top journalist by the time I turn 25, I would have become a hoe long ago.”

“Woah, are you gonna start your thot phase for this? Are we gonna have a hot girl summer?” The boy began to bounce excitedly. Joohyun felt it was high time to give him the finger, but she also felt a small smile tugging at her frown. “Easier said than done, though. Remember Jessi from high school?”

“Yeah I remember,” she said with a sigh. High school romance had lured so many of her friends into its clutches, with its enticing promises of sweet chocolates and stuffed animals, and she had helplessly watched from the top of the class as they forsook their grades for boys who didn’t even know what deodorant was. She only shuddered to think of the state of their grades after a nasty break up. It was then that Joohyun had decided that her future was not worth risking over a boy’s attention. “Which is exactly why I never got involved in all that mess in the first place.”

“This must be the gods telling you that it’s time to.”

“What kind of fucked up god sets up a virgin as a love advice columnist?” she asked the sky loudly. If she had known there was anyone listening, she would have insisted that her question was rhetorical and was not in need of any type of response! However, the gods cared not for grammar technicalities on the mortal plane. They just couldn’t resist the chance to respond to someone so openly questioning their decisions with some good ol’ spite. Honestly, with the way things were going for her lately, Joohyun probably should have expected the frisbee flying merrily towards her face, even if she hadn’t just challenge the universe.��

“Oh fuck!” Joohyun jerked out of the way and felt the frisbee thunk against her shoulder instead. “Ow.” At this point, she didn’t even have the capacity to be annoyed; she just braced herself for whatever misfortune life threw at her next.

“Sorry about that!” A boy called out, jogging up to them. As he came into clearer view, she noted that he looked far from misfortunate, and also had to remind herself that staring was rude even if someone was unnaturally handsome. His features were soft yet striking, like he had been carefully sculpted from cotton candy. Or maybe a fluffy rain cloud? Joohyun shook her head a little as if that would get her to stop staring so shamelessly. She speculated whether it was the sun that made it look like his blond hair was a glowing halo. Okay seriously, stop staring! He gave Joohyun a sweet smile when he reached them. “My friend got a bit distracted. Now that I’m here, I can’t say that I blame him. Hope we didn’t do too much damage!”

“Uh,” was her captivating reply.

Jihoon, never one to miss such a ripe opportunity, piped up beside her. “She’ll be fine. This is Joohyun, by the way.”

His smile widened at Woozi’s introduction, and Joohyun could swear there was an actual twinkle in his eyes. “Nice to meet you both. I’m--”

“Yoon Jeonghan!” They all looked towards the call. The ethereal boy let out a startlingly loud cackle at the sight of his friend, who gave the two strangers a sheepish wave before continuing to gesture for Jeonghan to return. Joohyun must have been put in a staring mood, because she didn’t miss how his friend’s big ears were a shade of pink and how they bloomed into a cherry red when they briefly made eye contact. She caught herself wondering if all the boys at Mansae University were always this cute.

“I guess I better go,” the boy named Jeonghan shrugged. Joohyun felt his fingers brush against hers when he took the frisbee from her hand, his eyes glinting mischievously. Now she was sure she was seeing things. “See you two around!”

They both watched him retreat in an awestruck silence. That was certainly… unanticipated. Even long after Jeonghan and his friend were out of sight, the brief encounter left a blanket of fogginess lingering over them. Had she not felt his fingers on hers, Joohyun would have easily believed that it had all been in her head. At the same time, she was pretty sure that she wasn’t bold enough to conjure up someone that looked like that on her own. As she continued to fathom how a human being could glow, Joohyun felt the fog dissipate into the warm summer air. She felt like she was waking up from a disorienting dream, and she blinked to hasten the process. To her growing bewilderment, she found that her heartbeat was steady as she came back to her senses, her mind seemingly devoid of the panic and doubt that had plagued her all week. It was a gasp of fresh air.

Jihoon, on the other hand, had long broken free from the strong impression that the blond boy made. He noted the dazed look on his best friend’s face and rolled his eyes. Who knew that a pretty boy was all it took to make her shut up a bit? He nudged Joohyun impatiently, so that she could pay attention to him while he roasted her for totally flubbing her chances. “You thinking of risking it all for that guy?”

In an instant, Joohyun slammed herself back into reality just to shove Jihoon away from her. “That is so not happening,” she said a little too indignantly. Before Jihoon could reassure her that the guy seemed interested enough even though she had only said a single syllable to him, Joohyun suddenly turned to him very seriously. “Do you really think I can do it, Jihoon?”

“What, bang that guy? I can try calling him back here if you want,” he snickered.

“You know what I mean!”

“Okay sorry, I couldn’t resist,” Jihoon replied, his grin now melting into a familiar smile, the one that could put her at ease on her lowest days. “I just don’t know why you have to ask. You and I both know that you kick ass at writing. You’ve written about stuff like natural disasters and the student protests, no problem at all. It’s not like you have a PhD in environmental science or politics. How is this any different? ”

Joohyun scrunched her face as if Jihoon had just suggested that chocolate milk came from brown cows. “Dude, they’re completely different. Those articles were reporting on facts. I did research, I conducted interviews!”

“That’s what I’m saying, Joo!” Jihoon exclaimed suddenly. As smart as she was, he couldn’t help getting a little giddy whenever he thought of a good idea before her. “Why not treat Miss Soju like any other of your other projects? I mean, love is probably one of the most well-documented experiences throughout history, and people are still going through all the same shit. There’s probably thousands of resources for a man simping on a hot chick alone. You can even take your pick, like movies, songs, books, weird couples on Youtube?You don’t need to have experience, because you can just do the research! ”

“Research?” Joohyun repeated. If there was one thing that she was good at, it was doing the work. From the moment she had decided to become a journalist, everything she had done was a strategic move to get her closer to her end goal. She had spent sleepless nights perfecting the details of her writing, countless hours reading through endless archives of old articles. Hell, she even restricted herself from dating for years just so she could focus on keep her grades up. It was almost too easy of a solution. Maybe she was meant to do this after all.

Another couple of months of research would simply be another hurdle on her way to the finish line and she was getting closer and closer. Finally, she felt a smile spread across her cheeks, a real, genuine smile. “I… I can do that.”

“Now that,” Jihoon said as he took her hand in his, pulling her up to her feet, “sounds like So Joohyun. Or should I say Miss Soju?”

She laughed as she dusted the grass off of her butt. “You know, it’s probably not a good idea to include the first part of my name in my anonymous persona. It makes it so obvious that it’s me.”

“Yeah, I mean it would be obvious if people actually knew who you were in the first place,” Jihoon scoffed, narrowly dodging a kick from her. “That’s a good thing for you! Anyway, let’s get out of here, I have a couple of tweaks to make to my song before releasing it tonight. Could you listen to it by the way? I need to know if it’s too cheesy.”

“Oh, the song you’re writing about your mystery muse?” Joohyun hummed playfully while packing up their blanket. She followed after her best friend as he began the short climb uphill. “I don’t know if I want to, you’ve been pretty out of pocket today.”

“Hey!” he said defensively. “First: I don’t need a muse for my songs, I just have a very vivid imagination and my talent does the rest. Second: I literally just stopped you from giving up on your lifelong dream of becoming a journalist, so I think you owe me one. You’re just jealous I can write love songs without having an existential crisis.”

“See, that is what I mean by out of pocket,” she paused for a beat. “I may be willing to listen to your song. For a small price, of course.”

“Okay, deal,” he agreed without hesitation, missing the way Joohyun deviously smirked beside him. They reached the concrete pavement at top of the hill and headed in the direction of his nearby apartment. “What is it this time, Ms. So?”

“Well Mr. Lee, thanks to your lovely suggestion earlier, I have been inspired to begin work immediately. So we shall be watching Twilight on movie night,” she said all too gleefully, mostly for satisfaction that Jihoon’s twisted face of disgust gave her.

“Do we have to?” he groaned.

“It’s for my research!”

#seventeen #seventeen scenario #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #jihoon scenarios #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan imagines #scoups scenarios #scoups imagines #seungcheol #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol scenarios #pour.up #dj.woozi #mu.eros #soju.queen

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wheezykat · 4 years ago

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WIP Game: please tell me about What You See?

Hi Tee! Thanks for the ask!

OOF. This is embarrassing 😂 - but this is (was?) my LCD entry that I decided not to self-prompt bc deadlines are terrifying. I still absolutely adore the idea I had, and literally completely outlined the entire thing and wrote a few scenes, but ya know, threshold apprehension. I already put so many hours into it, and like what I’ve done, so I’ll probably finish it at some point. It’s based on the film Those People. Which is absolutely fabulous, by the way!

It starts at the beginning with a prologue during 8th year, introducing you to Harry and Draco becoming friends as they’ve been forced to share a dorm (one of my fave tropes 😂). The friend group eventually blends together between the war survivors, focusing particularly on Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ginny, Pansy and Theo. Then we fast forward a few years, and the group is all living in the city, with Harry going to Uni for an MFA in magical painting. Draco is a typical pureblooded trust fund kid, living the high life and all that - but his family becomes embroiled in scandal yet again when Lucius is arrested and sent to Azkaban for financial fraud.

It’s a character study of sorts, which falls in line with the film’s plot nicely. Harry and Draco are best friends, and Harry is next-level pining over Draco (and he’s completely aware of it). It explores what it means to grow up, how to separate yourself from the past, the way you adapt to changing friendships and relationships, and in general, feels.

Snippet below the cut for you! <3

ask me something about my WIP folders!

Harry entered the penthouse, a slight smile across his face, blood buzzing beneath his skin. Humming under his breath and throwing his keys onto the kitchen counter, he replayed his afternoon spent with Tim. They had gone to the local park, lounging on a picnic blanket beside the large pond, soaking in the sunshine, shyly stealing kisses from each other between reproachful looks from strangers. So wrapped up in each other and their blooming happiness, he could hardly be bothered by it.

Frowning as he noticed the unusually quiet penthouse, Harry glanced around looking for Draco, a compass always searching for due North. He slowly meandered through the flat, first checking the study and the sitting rooms, eventually moving on from his usual haunts. Deciding to head up the spiral staircase towards the bedrooms, Harry saw a faint glow peeking out from beneath the door to his room. He hesitated just as he lifted a hand to the knob, listening carefully for any hint of sound, heart clenching, as it was wont to do when thinking about Draco, beautiful, ethereal Draco, tumbling in the sheets with yet another stranger.

Waiting just a moment longer before deciding the coast was clear, he rapped his knuckles lightly against the door before entering.

Draco was barely more than a misshapen lump in his bed, linens and pillows piled around him like armor, body wrapped up tight, just a hint of his tousled platinum peeking out.

“Hey,” Harry murmured softly, slowly making his way over, careful, so careful, as he always needed to be these days. Not daring to utter another word until Draco responded, gave him some sort of clue of what was upsetting him this time.

He watched the rise and fall of his back under the blankets, stopping just beyond the edge of the mattress, waiting with bated breath. Which Draco would he face tonight? The soft spoken, articulate, sensitive man he’d come to know over the years? Or the flighty, temperamental Draco, jumping to irrational conclusions, flinging scathing words like hexes?

“Why are you home? Don’t you have something better to do at Tim’s?”

Ah.

Harry nodded slightly to himself, sucking in a soft breath, biting his cheek to keep himself from lashing back. Draco clearly wanted a fight, was just in one of those moods. Harry promised himself that he just wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t give into the temptation to become defensive, to meet him with harsh words or angry jabs.

“He was playing tonight, down at that posh place off Clarendon.” Harry cleared his throat, head bowed. ”I thought we could hang out.”

Draco scoffed under his breath, barely discernible but for the silence that filled the room. He ducked down even further under his fortress, sighing heavily.

“Just go-” Draco sniffed, rubbing his cheek against the soft pillows, still refusing to look at him. “Please leave me alone, Harry.”

Feeling unbearably unsure, raw at the seams, tired of the extreme mood swings and tension between then, he almost does. But he knows Draco better than that, better than anyone.

Instead, toeing his trainers off, he cautiously crawled into the bed beside Draco. Settled onto his back, arms lax beside him, the room thick with unspoken words. Harry stared helplessly up at the ceiling, waiting.

Always waiting.

He didn’t know how long they laid there in the quiet, their soft breaths echoing, before Draco spoke again, whispering into the dim room hesitatingly, voice thin and shaky.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?”

Unsure where this is coming from, Harry sighed, pushing his glasses up and rubbing his palms against his face. He dropped his hands back to the bed, inches from Draco’s back, before responding.

“No.”

Draco sucked in a sharp, trembling breath.

“You hesitated,” he laughed self deprecatingly, ”Fuck… you hesitated.”

He sounded like he was on the edge, about to break into a thousand pieces, voice reedy and soft, and so timid. Harry’s not used to him, being like this. He feels a weariness set into his bones, a deep sadness spiraling in his heart, squeezing tight until he can barely breathe. It’s blistering, burning. It’s too much.

He rolled over, carefully, so carefully, tremulously raising a hand to hover over Draco’s back, just beyond his reach.

“No,” he whispered, sure of one thing- the only thing- he can say, “There was no hesitation, Draco.”

Harry shuffled closer to him, slowly, as if approaching a scared animal, until he was right up against him, his hitching breaths vibrating against his chest. Harry wrapped a hand around him, softly, unsure, as he tucked his chin over Draco’s shoulder, leaning into him. Relishing the closeness of him, the warmth against him. Hating that it doesn’t mean what he wants it to, that he’s only here because Draco is shattering, and needs him to pick up the pieces and put him back together again. Again, and again, and again.

His lips brushed against Draco’s neck, the only bit of skin he could reach, the only place that would be unquestioned, strands of silver tickling his nose with each breath.

“You’re the best person I know.”

#WIP folder asks #wips asks #ask and you shall receive #wheezykat answers #my writing #kat writes

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all-time-logan · 5 years ago

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Daffodils

So I wrote this outline forever ago and I never got around to actually writing the story or anything, but I still like it, so I thought I would share it with you guys! Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Prinxiety, background Demus and Logicality

Warnings: None that I can think of, but please let me know if there is any!

Word Count: 2268

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Based off three songs from the musical Big Fish: Time stops, Closer to her, and Daffodils

So, Roman’s a freshman in college, right? And he’s always dreamed of this epic romance, wait let me just write the summary real quick:

Roman Bloom has always dreamed he’d get this epic college romance, so when he sees a boy that makes him feel like time has stopped, he’s determined to see the other boy again. The problem is, he hasn’t seen the boy in over a week. With only the knowledge of what the boy looks like and who he was with to go off of, Roman has his work cut out for him.

So, Roman’s in college and he’s rooming with Remus

He had agreed not only because he knew he could handle his brother’s chaos, but because he knew the familiarity would be something they both would need in their first year.

One day, when he’s walking to class with Patton, a boy he met in his orientation group, he sees Virgil on the other side of the sidewalk with Dee

And time stops

He’s immediately enamored with the other boy, and wants to get to know him

When Virgil sees him, he stumbles a bit, his cheeks pink

Roman starts to change his path to talk to him, and it looks like V is doing the same.

Except Dee puts his hand on Virgil’s shoulder, confused, and Patton says they’re going to be late for class, breaking Roman out of his trance

They share one last glance, and go their separate ways, though Roman is determined to see the other boy again.

Except

Roman takes that same path to class every day, and every few days he passes Dee, but doesn’t see Virgil

He bemoans this fact to Patton and Patton’s boyfriend Logan (They were friends in high school, and they started dating after they graduated) when Remus walks back into their room

After he hears Ro describe Dee, he goes, “That sounds like a guy in my English class! He has a nice butt!” and Roman immediately wants to meet him

When they meet, Ro wants to be subtle about asking about Virgil, but he gets nervous and struggles to speak

So, Remus, who introduced the two, says, “He wants to know about your brother!”

Dee is immediately suspicious, and is like, “Why are you asking about my brother?”

Roman doesn’t want to explain how time stopped when he saw V, and as he’s trying to find something to say, Dee takes a second to look closer

He studies Roman for a moment, then says, “You were the boy that we saw on the first day of class. The one with the boy with glasses.”

It’s not a question

Roman just nods, and finally finding his voice says, “I just want to meet him. Or know about him! Please.”

Dee looks at him, thinking, as says, “Okay.” Before Roman can get too excited, he adds, “Once a week, I’ll tell you something about him. It may be true, it may not. If,”

Here he glares at Roman

“you prove that you’re not some creep.”

“Anything!” Roman says. “He just…” Roman takes a breath and goes for it, “He made me feel like time was frozen. I don’t know why, but he did.”

Dee looks surprised for a moment, his eyebrows meeting his hairline, before he goes back to an indifferent mask.

“You’re in that theater 101 class for majors, right? With Professor Peterson?” He suddenly asks.

Roman nods, confused.

“Help me get through that class, and you’ve got a deal.” Dee says, holding out a hand

“I’m not going to let you cheat.” Roman blurts out, then immediately kicks himself, bc what if that was his only chance??

Dee just laughs once, before smirking. “Of course not, I meant help me with the written stuff by helping me study. Though I appreciate your integrity”

“I don’t,” mutters Remus, who looks slightly put out by his brother’s morals.

Dee laughs again, longer, and Remus looks less put out.

Roman takes Dee’s hand, and they have an arrangement.

Twice a week, Roman and Dee meet up to study, bc they have different class periods but the same class. (one’s for majors [Roman] one’s a block one [Dee])

Dee had seen Roman leaving the classroom once and was going to ask for his help anyway. This just gave Roman incentive

During one of their biweekly meetings, Dee shares a fun fact about his brother.

Stuff like his favorite color (purple), he was a dancer when he was younger, his major (English and history double major), what he likes to do on the weekend (scroll social media and watch movies)

Also during those meetings, Roman chips a bit more away at Dee’s walls, learning about him as well, becoming his friend (during one meeting he finds out Dee’s favorite color is yellow, and makes a joke about how he and his brother like complementary colors, like Roman and Remus do. Dee stares for a moment, and Roman is slightly worried he said something wrong, before Dee quietly says, “Remus’s favorite color is green?” and Suddenly Roman has learned another thing about Dee)

Eventually the meetings turn from study meetings to just hanging out, to being more than twice a week, though Dee still shares something about his brother once a week.

One day, Remus asks his brother if he and Dee are dating, and Roman is confused. “We’re just friends??” he says. Remus nods, still looking slightly… put out and sad, Roman decides. “I know, but you two hang out a lot. What if he likes you? Do you like him? Does he think I’m annoying?” and Roman understands what his brother is actually trying to find out.

Roman is now simultaneously trying to learn more about Dee’s brother, while also getting Dee and Remus together.

The problem is, Remus and Dee are both oblivious and pining, and Dee is still only giving one thing a week.

He hasn’t even learned his brother’s name! Or why he hasn’t seen him on campus!

Finally, after three months, he asks Dee why he hasn’t told Roman his brother’s name yet.

Dee starts, looking up from the math textbook in front of him. “Secrets are important. They keep people guessing and help society run. Everybody has one.” When Roman doesn’t respond, he looks a little guilty. “I also didn’t want our hang outs to end. If you know my brother’s name, you can find him, and you don’t need to hang out with me anymore.”

Roman blinks in surprise, before softening, setting his hand on Dee’s shoulder.

“Dee,” he says, squeezing the other’s shoulder, “we’re friends. Even if I knew your brother’s name, I’d still want to hang out with you. Knowing your brother won’t change that, ok?”

Dee just nods, and Roman goes back to work.

The next day, Roman is leaving his English class, talking to Patton, when Dee walks up.

“His name is Virgil. He’s going to the college two towns over.”

Roman lights up, beyond excited.

He gives Dee a big hug, saying thank you over and over again, and the he moves to go get to his car. It’s his last class for the week and he wants to see Virgil as soon as he can.

But he hesitates

“Will he like me?” he asks the other two, and while Patton coos and says “of course!” Dee just studies him again, like he did on the day they met.

“He will.” Dee finally says. “If you’re yourself. Don’t go over the top or be fake. He’ll be able to tell.”

What he doesn’t say, is that Virgil had talked about the boy he had seen the day he visited Dee for weeks after it happened. He doesn’t say that Virgil had given the same description of “Time stopped, Dee. I don’t know why, but I want to see him again. I wasn’t scared, Dee, when I looked at him, but I’m too scared to go back to see him.” He doesn’t say that Virgil had been holding himself back from visiting Dee in person, and although he had heard about Roman and had learned things about him, he hadn’t connected it to the boy that he was still thinking about.

Roman grins, heart light. “Thank you, Dee. Honestly, thank you.”

He turns to go but stops again.

“Also, ask my brother out on a date. He’s been pining after you forever, and if I have to hear about your butt when I’m trying to study one more time I’m going to riot.”

And he goes, leaving a cackling Patton and a red-faced Dee behind him.

He passes his brother on the way to his car and says, “I know his name!” Remus cheers, excited for his brother. “I also told Dee you liked him! Go ask him out before he asks you out!” “YOU WHAT” but Roman is already in his car.

When he gets to the other college’s campus, he’s received a few texts.

One from Patton that’s just an encouragement and request to bring Virgil back for movie night, one from Logan that says, “Dee and Remus have both declared they hate you, though they have agreed to go on a date tomorrow.” One from Remus that’s just several middle finger emojis and one green heart

And one from Dee that just says, “Thanks.” Followed by another that says, “He should be getting out of his history class now, it’s in the Lincoln building”

Roman sends back a thumbs up emoji to Patton and Logan, a red heart and winking face to Remus, and “Thanks” to Dee before he’s off

He asks a girl for directions and makes it to the Lincoln building as a stream of students come walking out.

As he’s looking for Virgil in the crowd, he takes a step back and bumps into someone, making him stumble and the other person fall.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” he exclaims, turning to help the other person up, but he freezes.

It’s Virgil, purple hair slightly faded at the roots and slightly annoyed at being knocked over, but it’s him.

Virgil glances up at him, mouth open to reply, but he freezes too.

They stare at each other moment, before Virgil reaches a shaky hand up to the one Roman’s offered.

Roman pulls Virgil to his feet and doesn’t let go of his hand.

“Are you…?” Virgil asks, and Roman wants to swoon at his voice.

He grins, and, squeezing Virgil’s hand says, “I am.”

Cut to Virgil’s point of view from all those months ago

He had been visiting Dee on the first day of Dee’s school, bc his had started a week earlier and Dee had visited him.

They had been walking to one of Dee’s class, just talking, when Virgil had felt eyes on him

He had turned and seen a boy so pretty he had tripped a bit.

Time seemed to stop as he looked at the other boy, and though Virgil was cautious and anxious by nature, he hadn’t felt scared in that moment

He had changed course to talk to the boy, but was stopped by Dee, who asked what he was doing.

They had gone on their way, and Virgil couldn’t stop thinking about the other boy.

Months had passed, and the boy still plagued Virgil’s thoughts, though he was more preoccupied with Dee’s pining over one of his friend’s brother.

And now here he was, holding Virgil’s hand and talking to him—oh gosh he was talking right now

Cut back to Roman, who had been saying that he had seen Virgil and time had stopped—Virgil had squeaked at that—and that he had learned one thing about him every week from Dee.

“Wait, you’re Roman, the friend whose brother Dee’s been crushing on? Oh my gosh, Dee won’t shut up about him, if I have to hear about his butt one more time—”

Roman starts laughing, and, after a moment of basking in Roman’s joyous laughter, Virgil joins in

After their laughter dies down, Virgil and Roman simultaneously become aware of the fact that they’re still holding hands.

They pull apart, cheeks flushing, but Virgil takes hold of the courage he felt when he had first seen Roman by the throat and asks, “Hey, I’m done with classes for the day. Do you want to grab coffee or something? Get to know each other outside of what Dee has said?”

Roman grins brightly, and Virgil feels his heart start pounding as if he was running a marathon.

“I’d like that, yeah.” Roman says softly, and if Virgil wasn’t already half convinced to date him, that soft tone mixed with the bright, happy, smile would have convinced him.

They go and get coffee and talk for hours, and then Roman asks if he wants to come back with him for movie night, see Dee and the others, and, “Maybe, if you’re up for it, go see a movie or something tomorrow? Like a date, if you want?”

And Virgil looks at this boy, that had gone through hoops to meet him, sees the uncertainty and hope in his face, and thinks about how this boy had made him feel on that day, so many months ago. He hadn’t felt scared then, and he doesn’t feel scared now.

“I’d like that, yeah.” He reaches across the table and grabs Roman’s hand, grinning. “Let’s go see a movie, Roman Bloom.”

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darkpoisonouslove · 5 years ago

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Winx Club Season 2 Thoughts (4kids) Part 2

Since my thoughts are a bit scattered with this season and the post was getting long, I decided to separate them in two posts. You can find Part 1 here. This part picks up from 2x14:

- Ugh, pls no. Diaspro. Dammit.

- She’s making laws about fashion? What are this girl’s parents doing and why are they allowing this? She has them as confirmed later on in the episode so why is she making laws when she’s apparently not responsible enough to be given that power?

- Ooh, weather spells. Those look really good. I already said this but I am so happy that we get to see them have classes and learn new magic. It’s really cool and I am so totally here for it!

- Why isn’t Stella going with them?

- I can’t stand Sky’s parents. They are absolutely terrible. And the way Samara shouted at Bloom... jeez, rude! I know you’re a queen, but my god, have some fucking manners, will you? Sky turned out spectacularly considering these two are his parents. (So I might have a theory that he’s adopted.) Probably because they just left him to the servants to look after him which was most certainly his lucky day bc he was raised by good people. I am not even sorry for all this bitching. Erendor and Samara are the fucking worst and you can’t convince me otherwise.

- Also, to keep at this, he was about to introduce his girlfriend to them and they’re just there like “I hope he falls in love with Diaspro again”. Why are you such horrible people and parents?

- Seriously, Bloom? Why would he want to introduce you to his parents if he wanted Diaspro? Ugh, I can’t anymore with this.

- Oooh, nice! I see Bloom and Flora have learned some things in Griselda’s classes. And Brandon didn’t turn into shredded cheese so that was great too.

- Why the sudden change in Diaspro? I mean, not that I mind. She could be such an awesome character if they would just give her a proper arc and character development, and let it stick too. It was just weird. Might have been just Flora’s influence. I would love to believe that. And the fact that Diaspro isn’t heartless and actually listened when the Wrong Righters put things in perspective for her. Btw can we talk about how amazing her design is and how beautiful she is? (Also, Chatta don’t encourage her.)

- Even Sky admitted his parents are terrible. “They’re not usually that nice”? Boy, I feel so sorry for you, Sky.

2x15:

- Damn, I love how Musa defeated Stormy! And those were the runes Palladium taught them about. That’s awesome! I love!

- Wow. That was some makeover there with Stormy.

- Brandon is giving out kisses? And Stella agreed to that? Wow, okay. Stella is feeling very generous today. XD

- Poor Musa! It’s hard when parents are being like that. I get that he is still grieving but damn, that doesn’t mean he should make her cry. And threatening her to withdraw her from Alfea and her friends. That’s just cruel.

- Ahh, some clarity has finally been shed into the princess matter. So she’s unofficially a princess. Okay. I got it now.

- Aww, that dream seemed pretty bad. Poor baby. And that part about “everything in me is music” and her resolve to do what she loves... I’m fucking crying! *sobs* Why is it that Musa and Layla always get the rawest arcs?

- Wow, Codatorta is all black-tie? XD

- Seriously, how did Stella let her go out on stage with that outfit?

- Why do they always have to use their parents against them? I am so mad about this. But awwwwwwwww at the singing part! And look, Riven is hyping people up. And he met her dad. And her dad is okay with her singing. Awwww! (Just so you know, I am still crying.)

- You gotta love the animation mistakes, though. Faragonda started out next to Saladin, then she was a seat away, and then she moved over an entire row. Nice one! Why is no one looking for continuity?

- Aww, Stella and Layla hugging Musa. And then the song with Stella was cute!

2x16:

- I couldn’t find the 4kids version of 2x16 (meaning I couldn’t be bothered to look for it more extensively because it was late and, of course, I will watch the creepiest episode right before going to bed) so I watched the RAI dub and I won’t be going into any detail here. This is pretty much the one episode that has been sealed into my brain ever since I was little. I always loved it because it was so nicely creepy (though, I am not sure how exactly I handled it when I was a child (I’m not exactly big on horror if you haven’t grasped it already since the episode isn’t really that scary but I still find the part with the “three sisters” kinda scary with the way they talk and Winx being cornered by them)). I liked the way the legend was built and that with the mirrors cracking was actually kinda cool. Also, I love the moment everyone starts fawning over Winx’s “costumes” and Mitzi can’t get any attention. And yeah, good lesson that the way you read the signs may not be true to what they’re actually pointing to.

2x17:

- (I already talked quite a bit for 2x17 and 2x18 last year when I rewatched them so I will not go into that much detail about them either... Or will I?)

- And even despite that, I absolutely can’t not mention that scene with Griffin and Faragonda in the beginning of 2x17 bc it is so goddamn dramatic and extra and Griffin just teleported to Alfea to make a 20-second scene (I counted them because, yes, I am that obsessed with this scene) and then disappeared again. I love!

- Lol, Ediltrude and Zarathustra, I can’t. They are so obviously sisters. I don’t get it, though. If Cloud Tower doesn’t take well to intruders, why did it let the Trix take over it and was kinda helping them even before they started sending energy in its veins? Is it because they’re witches and studied there so it doesn’t consider them intruders? Also, I love how the thing about Cloud Tower being a living organism has never come up before nor did it ever again.

- Aww, poor Mirta. But hey, she and Lucy finally fixed that friendship. That was actually kinda cute. I liked it. Lucy didn’t have to be such a bitch even if she was feeling betrayed but I actually get it so... All is well when it ends well, right?

- Stormy really doesn’t know how to manage her emotions, does she? Someone get her some therapy, please. She’s going to explode if she keeps bottling everything up.

- Aww, poor Lucy. The way Stormy blasted her. I feel really bad for her. And she was so scared (rightfully so). Somebody help her. (and get her therapy too)

- I am not really a fan of the catfight spell idea. I think they could’ve just let Winx disagree simply because they disagreed. They are friends but they can have different opinions. They don’t have to be under a spell to have a reason to argue.

- Oh, so Griffin can sense there’s someone at her door but she can’t fucking tell when some other shit is happening at her school. Makes total sense.

- Poor Lucy, though. She was so scared.

- What the heck was Stella doing anyway? She was just sitting around without doing shit. Was that the genius plan, hon?

- Okay, why did Bloom decide she could handle the Trix on her own when all of Winx couldn’t really beat them together?

- Yeah, Griffin can put a spell that the Trix can’t get through around the Heart of Cloud Tower but she can’t send her own energy into its veins to make Cloud Tower itself kick them out. Makes perfect sense.

- Layla and Musa actually teaming up with the witches was really cool. And they would’ve won too if the Trix didn’t get the statues to fight for them. (I actually liked the witch lounge btw.)

- Seriously, look at the Trix’s powers. How do Winx keep getting away from them? Darcy can legit blind people with that optical darkness spell. How have they not won with ease yet? But yeah, why destroy her immediately when we can wait for her friends to show up and save her? Sounds good.

2x18:

- “Is that Miss Griffin?” Can’t you see? Of course, it is.

- I gotta say that at least she was smart enough not to put the Codex with the Heart. Because as we saw, that was way too easy to figure out

.- “Forget about them” Yeah, so they can try and kill you. Nice one, Flora!

- Why is Stella so bitchy in these episodes? What is the problem, Stella? Why can’t you just chill? Aaaand... Now they’re trapped. Great!

- Can we talk about the fact that Griffin’s plan saved all their lives? So yeah, “wicked”. Right. Never mind they would’ve died otherwise. Although, why the hell didn’t she take the other teachers with her? Surely that would’ve made getting control of the tower back easier. Why doesn’t anyone do anything smart dammit?

- So Darcy can make herself look like Griffin but she can’t make herself sound like Griffin? Is that it? That’s what I’m getting from this scene because she didn’t try to talk to Lucy and Mirta.

- “We’re in the classroom that belongs to that weird witch teacher.” Which one? I think they all fall under that category so you’re going to have to be a bit more specific.

.- Poor witches. Getting eaten by their own school. I hope Griffin will get them some therapy after that.

- Oh yeah, now the Trix are stronger. Even though they were losing against Layla and Musa in the previous episode.

- How will going back to their dorm rooms help when the entire tower is going insane? This doesn’t make any sense.

- Oh, look! Just a simple deduction was all it took to figure out the location of the Codex. Easy peasy, right?

- Yeah, let’s do convergence when we don’t fucking know what we’re trying to do. Nice one, you guys! Also, poor Discorda. But why does Cloud Tower have a pixie? This is so weird. Though, kinda good I guess since they’d been trying to make out the witches all evil and having a pixie there is a step in the right direction.

2x19:

- Yeah, just keep blasting without focusing your energy. ‘Cause that’s totally effective. Also, ugh, why Avalon again?

- Aww, Bloom saw Marion and Oritel. And of course she doesn’t remember the dark force in her dream. It would’ve been so easy.

- Why the hell would Bloom listen to Locket, you know? (I mean, she had a point about Locket trying to look into people’s hearts but still.)

- Poor Timmy. He doesn’t know what to do and now that. At least he’s not mad at Bloom. (In all fairness, it wasn’t her fault.)

- And that makeover didn’t do much good. But of course not, when Avalon lied to them about what they should do.

- Bloom, I know you’re not yourself, but for the love of everything sacred, stop destroying the books! This is hurting me!

- Damn, she got shrunk. And is still causing trouble.

- Oh, that chase in the pages of the book was actually kinda cool.

- I think Winx should have just put their everything into stopping her earlier. i know they didn’t want to fight her but it was obvious they wouldn’t be able to get through to her and that she was spelled big time.

- That with the pixie kiss was kinda weird but cute. And yeah, sure, Bloom is grateful to Locket for sticking with her but still won’t listen to her about Avalon. Will it kill you to be a little more mindful of the man?

2x20:

- Okay, that vacation idea was so random. Although it looks like it was necessary. They just didn’t stop fighting.

- Yeah, sure the boys can’t socialize. Who is even watching to make sure that they won’t? Please.

- Ugh, Avalon, the absolute bitch. Of course he’s pretending to be poisoned.

- Aww, that Riven and Sky friendship moment was really cute. And Sky lying to him about Musa but then hitting the actual tree Riven was warning him about. XD And Layla beat them both, lol.

- Palladium blushing like that at Avalon. Hmm... I wonder what he needed that love potion for. I hope he knows that that isn’t exactly ethical.

- Okay, so how the hell did they have time to sew their suits together? That just doesn’t make sense but okay. At least they stopped fighting.

- And of course, why the hell would anyone tell them that such a thing as Charmix exists? That is totally not relevant. Not to mention that they should’ve gotten it earlier. Bloom should have gotten hers back in season 1 when she learned who she was and accepted it and Musa should have gotten her at the concert in Red Fountain. But of course, that only appears now. I mean, makes total sense.

2x21:

- Yeah, it’s a realm free of magic but because your Gloomix multiplies your magic, you’ll still have some. That’s just... not how it works. If it’s a realm free of magic, there shouldn’t be any magic. Otherwise, it simply is a realm that consumes your powers but if you can find a way to keep them above a certain level, you can still have them.

- Okay, but if I was Layla, I would feel bad about Stella feeling bad but I wouldn’t blame myself. She couldn’t have known. It’s not that she’s bad at friendship. But hey, at least Stella told her how she feels and she got her Charmix.

- Okay, yeah, Darcy has the power of mindcontrol but they still haven’t won. Yeah, makes perfect sense.

- Aww, it was sweet of Brandon to talk to Musa about Riven. And she told him how she felt and got her own Charmix. That was cute.

- “My lips kinda hurt.” Smooth one, Brandon.

- And they’re at the edge of a cliff now. Damn what a (literal) cliffhanger of an ending.

- Oh, no. Poor Layla just fell off the cliff like that. And now she can’t climb back.

2x22:

- Well, at least the Charmix reloads itself quickly. Even if it also gets exhausted quickly.

- Aww, Layla also got her Charmix. That was actually a very heartfelt moment. It almost made me cry.

- And Tecna finally admitted her feelings for Timmy. Now if only Flora can do the same with Helia.

2x23:

- Aww, the pixies are sick. Poor babies.

- Real Avalon at last. Fucking finally. Also, that spell was super freaky but it’s got me thinking about what you’d have to do to perform it... And now I’m getting ideas here.

- Oh, they’re getting special training for the Charmix now? Never mind that they weren’t even told that thing existed. Makes so much sense. (I don’t know why I’m surprised anymore.)

- I know Faragonda was trying to encourage Flora but it felt more like she was scolding her and was being disappointed by her tbh.

- Awww, Griselda said she’s proud of Flora! That is so cute! Also, I love how even Griselda can see that Helia is so into Flora but Flora herself can’t.

- Oh, pixies are born from the flower of life? That’s... kind of weird but okay.

- Flora finally told him! Great! I can’t help it at the moment when she yelled after him and then was like “Opps, he heard me. What do I do now?” XD And she also got her Charmix. That’s gotta be one of the best days for her.

- You mean Faragonda never asked to see the letter she sent to Avalon even though she is well aware Darkar is out there and is doing literally everything to get his hands on the Codex? My god, what epic dumbassery, I can’t. Seriously, they could’ve just handed him the Codex, it wouldn’t have been much worse than what they’re doing now.

- What does he want? Gee, I don’t know. The Trix were after Bloom and Avalon’s been preying on Bloom since the very beginning (and they even figured out he was the one who turned her evil) but what the hell could he want? Beats the hell out of me. At least Tecna finally put it together. And, of course, it is too late.

- Poor Stella, running around with that glass of water like that.

2x24:

- Aww, the pixies want to go too. That’s... probably not the best idea but it’s not like they can do anything about it.

- Poor Brandon! I think Sky would be scared, too, if he’d been through what happened to Brandon. (Not that he wasn’t already. XD)

- Tecna a few episodes ago: “Just because I come from a technology-based realm doesn’t mean that I don’t have emotions.” Tecna in this ep: “Consider me your new computer.” Amazing.

- Aww, that dragon was kinda cool. Too bad it tried to kill them.

- Oh, look! Flora’s got this! Nice! And we saw her Charmix.

- Brandon probably shouldn’t have said that about Sponses (did I even get his name right?) But they were in luck there with Sky’s attack taking out both Amentia and the guard.

- Okay, Stella’s plan wasn’t completely solid but they still pulled off that emergency take-off so... that’s okay.

- And Bloom is dark now. He just literally sent darkness into her heart, wtf.

2x25:

- Oh, damn! The Trix really upgraded these monsters. But now they’re drained, I kinda feel bad for them. I know they’re evil but dammit, they worked for their rewards and they aren’t going to get anything because Darkar is like that. Why is he so obsessed with Bloom? This is getting creepy again.

- Awww, Riven is being so supportive and such a team player! I love this! Can we let this fucking stick goddammit?!

- Oh, damn! Helia absolutely pulled off that rescue! Nice!

- Awwwwww, Griselda being there like “Our kids” is literally the most adorable thing ever! I love. And thank fucking god Faragonda finally decided to go help. It was about damn time. (Especially considering the stupidity with Avalon. (I am still not over that.))

- Hey, the convergence is working this time! Cool!

- Aww, Saladin can’t go with them bc of health issues. :/ (Though, pretty convenient that they had to take Codatorta considering what happened later on.)

- That goodbye was so cute! Brandon with that cheesy line! XD And Helia and Flora’s first kiss! But hey, what do you mean Tecna and Timmy don’t get a kiss? I know they already kissed once but give them a proper goodbye at least. And I am absolutely ready to cry over Riven and Musa!!!! He finally admitted his feelings! And that hug! I also liked the Layla and Sky moment, however short it was.

- Damn, Kerborg is... That thing. I liked him more as a... bat (thingy?). And they are in trouble but at least the teachers showed up on time this time. (kind of)

2x26:

- Yeah, “completely under control”, sure.

- “The ultimate power couple”? Um... Ew?!

- And they’re splitting up. But eh, it all works out so... good for them.

- I gotta admit I am not a fan of that thing with the colors that Stella did. It felt like she couldn’t be useful for anything else so they just shoved that in there. Nice one, you guys. Also, what do you mean that they don’t have straight As? After the shit they go through, how can anyone write them any mark different than A tbh? I mean, they saved the universe. What more do you want from them?

- The boys are catching up with them, too. Nice.

- “His confidence is bigger than his abilities,” Well, yeah, you’re not wrong there. XD Also, aww, damn! :/ They just killed Kerborg. So sad! (Alexa play Despacito.)

- Oh, damn! That Trix convergence is... creepy. But kinda cool. I like it.

- Riven sacrificed himself for Musa! (Could’ve just pushed her out of the way but anyway.)

- And Sky dropped the L word. And it had the desired effect. His speech was actually rather cute. I liked that part about him feeling the goodness of her heart when she healed him back in Red Fountain.

- Griffin and Faragonda’s shield is holding up well. Their convergence is also super powerful.

- Speaking of convergence, that was some amazing sync between Winx. And they wiped him off the face of the universe. I love how nobody is talking about the fact that they just killed a guy. Granted a very possessed guy, but still.

- Aww, Faragonda and Griffin toasting together was so cute. “Griffy”. I can’t. XD Same for Codatorta and Knut arm wrestling.

- I am so happy for Layla and that she finally has friends. Also, look at her being all matchmaker with Riven and Musa. Aww, and Piff said her first word!

- Tecna and Timmy and Helia and Flora were so cute! And of course we can’t forget about Stella and Brandon who are the king and queen of cheesy romance. XD (I love them! They are so made for each other.)

- Aww, Bloom gave Kiko little wings! That was so adorable. Also, good to see him again. And I do believe that was her first kiss with Sky (honestly, I don’t pay much attention to them). But they just had to hijack the photo like that.

This season was definitely better than I expected. Did it have a shitton of stuff that didn’t make sense? Well, yes. But was it engaging? Mostly. I would’ve loved it more if Avalon and Darker weren’t pissing me off so much but there was some solid action and heartfelt moments. Also, Layla is really cool and I’m glad they decided to include her and that she found her place in the group. I don’t really love the Charmix as much as I used to when I was little but damn if the Gloomix doesn’t still rock hard! And you gotta love the actual classes we got to see! So I actually liked this quite a lot.

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ogeeitsme · 5 years ago

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Do you mind if I ask 11, 8 and 25?

(the post was strtd by peter n ended w me, Kris kdnkdn)

We don’t mind!

11 - first impressions of your fictives

Woah, I don’t know who to answer this- mostly because I’m like, should everyone say their thing? Since you know, everyone has different perspectives? To keep the answer short, I’ll just say my point of view! And if anyone has specific people they wanna ask, you can ask again! Actually, starting now, if you guys want someone specific to answer you can say so!

So... I won’t state everyone, because there’s a lot of people, but I‘ll do the people I’ve talked to properly!

Chara - Scary and really serious, like, they don’t have to tell me anything I could totally just leave the room if they gave me a glare. Even if they’re shorter than me, they have this like vibe that tells you that they don’t mess around

Kris - I thought he’d be quiet at first, he didn’t move a lot, but then he was suuper welcoming and dragged me into a lot of stuff- honestly he really helped me into getting used to front a lot! It felt safer when he was around, especially in my first days

Mister Crowley - he looked really business-y, but I liked him. I thought he was cool, and then he ended up being one of my dads! I thought he’d be a more angry person, but he’d rather lounge on a sofa

Miss Toriel - she’s soft! And she’s such a good mom.. she’s so supportive of everyone and just wants everyone to feel safe and happy! She really cares

MJ - I won’t lie, I was like super weirded out, excited, and worried ALL at the same time. Like, I was just is she gonna be okay here, like is it gonna be weird? And then you know, she found out I liked her this whole time and I found out too I think, and I guess we’re.. together now?

Miss Undyne - very loud, super supportive, and i was afraid that she’d just supplex me if she wanted to. She kinda yells a lot- but to support you!

Frisk - finally, someone else who gets to be called “baby”!

Mister MTT - I was honestly really nervous to meet him.. I was the first person he talked to- and that fear of when new members say “oh I’ve been here a while now!” Is real. Then I saw Frisk run over to jump all over him and he was really cool. He’s super flamboyant and when he talks in the body, he still sounds like a celebrity! He really cares though, I think that’s awesome

Miss Fluttershy - she’s kind of like the show.. uh, I won’t lie, I was a little tired after the first few days..? because she was panicking almost the whole time for two days straight and the emotional bleed was pret-ty intense so we were kind of having a panic attack non-stop for a while..? After that was over, she apologized and was really nice about it! Also ponies are tall??? I’m 5’6 or something and I forgot how much taller horses are after I saw how tall she was- and that’s a pony- geez

Miss Tempest - Uh, pretty angry.. when she and Miss Fluttershy came to the system at the same time, they apparently got a flood of memories of recent events so.. it’s like they got. A little run through of what they were getting into- so Miss Tempest got a quick summary of everything and that’s what got her mad when we first met..

8 - Songs that remind your introjects of their source?

[content warning 4 violence, harm, vent music :,^)] [ps this part took so long 2 make Idk y mksksh]

Peter - I’m not sure.. but I guess I’d have to say old-ish music (especially upbeat ones)? Maybe like.. new wave? Uh, I don’t like just new wave but they remind me of my source a lot. But sometimes they’re a weird genre. I’m not sure why I like old-ish music a bunch, but the others think it’s because of my movies’ OST? And yeah, pf I agree. They just remind me a little of Uncle Ben- he introduced to some music as a kid. And it just reminds me of my room, hanging out with friends- good vibes

Sal - Rock and Metal, for obvious reason lol. Besides Sanity’s Fall (they’re in youtube, check it out) it’s those for sure. GOD, actually the other day, we were revisiting the Halo Theme song- specifically the Mjolnir version and [chefs kiss] oof [chefs kiss] so good. It yells my source vibes. Actually I have a playlist just dedicated to rock and metal, and all my playlists are public on spotify, so if you have the skill you can definitely find them- shouldn’t be that hard

Kris - TBH IDK,,, bc I like a lot of genres,,,,, b I g (besides the DR OST) I’d say mayb contmprry soul? Or neo contemporary soul? Actlly I’m thinking of different state of mind by kid bloom bc it reminds me of my room b like in a calm way? I named my playlist on chill music aftr that DKJDKJ. Uhhh most of the songs that remind me of my source dsnt bring that much good mmries :,^) but here’s som songs that remind me of source: Soda by Nothing But Thieves, Don’t Know What To Do by Ck9c [it’s undrtle b I rel8 except this is wht I feel twrds Asriel n not the othr way arnd, esp when I was new 2 the sys :^( ], Nervous by The Neighbourhood [like how ppl must hav felt abt me in my source/canon :,,,^) plus how I felt w the entity arnd,,,, lowkey accur8 it hurts KDJDKHDDBHM if it wasn’t a love song lol], Afraid by The Neighbourhood [OOF I rmmbr I listnd 2 this a lot when I was new, this was rlly source vibes <:^/ me @ the entity, more accur8 than Nervous tbh], You’re Somebody Else by Flora Cash [probs Noelle @ me], SRRY MINE IS SO LONG

Chara - (I’ll b typing these 4 thm bc they’re not rlly the best rn, a LOT reminds thm abt source/canon so I’ll just grab a handful of diff emtions JDKDJ n I wnt explain jst go nuts I g KDHDJ- Kris) Won’t Give Into Darkness by Ck9c (obv rsns), Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar, The Valley by The Oh Hellos, Back To You by Twin Forks, Dust Inside The Light by Florist, Everything’s Alrightby Laura Shigihara, Please Leave a light On When You Go by Britain Ashford, Two Slow Dancers by Mitski, Stuff Is The Way by They Might be Giants, Echo by Circrush, Brutus by The Buttress, No Culture by Mother Mother, Choke by IDKHBTFM, This is Love by ATC, If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin

Spinel - (she isn’t arnd Rn b I’ll answ 4 her n say electro swing n swing music 👀, it her fave genre b also it reminds her of source dmdb)

Mettaton - he says anything that sounds like you’d put it on a runway/catwalk pff

25 - 3 Rndom fun facts abt an introjct!

I’m frnting now so I’ll pick on som1 MSHSWNK

I’m pickin Sal

-> he changes his hair like all the time, b we notice the messier it is the worse his mental st8 is in? If he’s feeling rlly ok, he’ll braid it, half of the time he’s in a pnytail or his hair is dwn, b sometimes u’ll catch him w his pigtails, esp w his age is yngr

-> he actlly has his guitar inspace! Sometimes he jams by himself n it’s Rlly Good 👌👌👌 (he wishes the body cld play the guitr sldjdkj, I rel8)

-> he has a cat!!!! inspace!! Like if u walk in his rm, his cat is like somwer, uslly On him

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simone-garnett · 6 years ago

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title: only love can hurt like this pairing: snowbarry word count: 7.5k information: to marge aka @panalegs27 aka one of the greatest, sweetest, kindest people on this site, and one of my closest friends. hope you have a wonderful birthday and that you’re spoiled rotten and that you take a tonne of cute photos (bc guys, her curls are the most adorable things ever). i could spend hours talking about how wonderful and nice and gorgeous you are, could write an essay longer than this fic (and this is 7 500 words!) i won’t, but just know i’m forever grateful you messaged me on tumblr. love you <3

prequel to this ; the p&p au (of that scene)

ffn /// ao3

Receiving the invitation from Julian and Patricia to stay at their abode comes as a surprise to Barry, who didn’t think that either of them would think that fondly of him. He had rejected her proposal after all, though it came from a place of kindness than that of love.

The sentiment was sweet, protecting him and the West household from possession of the estate through their marriage, but he couldn’t marry her for that alone, couldn’t imagine marrying her at all. But introducing her to Julian had been exactly what they both wanted. Two people with similar interests and temperament, people who were sharp but sweet and caring. It had been a casual introduction in town, after all, he and Julian could be considered acquaintances and work colleagues at best. But Patty, with her bashful smile and sparkling eyes had caught Julian’s attention immediately, the pair spending their time courting each other. It had filled Barry with happiness, seeing the pair of them together, Patty listening - contributing - to Julian’s explanation of the new scientific advancements made at the university where he had studied. They seemed to always be enraptured by the other and Barry, knowing he was responsible for the introduction, took full credit for their relationship.

Even if he didn’t envision them getting married so soon.

He accepts the invitation immediately.

It had been kind of Julian to move to Patty’s home after the marriage, practical, as it was closer to the university he had wanted to be transferred to, but kind all the same, no confirmation of the transfer occurring until after they had agreed.

And Barry, as the coach approaches the home, can’t help but feel as though it were the right decision. Because the gardens were incredible, enough paths and acreage to walk and get lost in. The air is more fresh, the flowers more colourful and in bloom. The south is wonderful, and he knows he should travel England a lot more than he currently does, especially if there were places such as this awaiting him.

Patty is standing at the front door when the driver pulls up the cottage, a beaming smile on her face, positively glowing with joy. He doesn’t waste a second to jump out of the carriage, his arms around her, pulling his cousin into a hug, chuckling as she tightens her arms around him, a squeal of delight leaving her as he is here, finally here. He doesn’t want it to end, a rush of emotions hitting him after being separated for so long. Barry hadn’t fully understood just how fond of her he was, not until she was here in his arms.

It is then he processes the weight pressing against his stomach, the small bulge that was hidden by her dress.

“You’re -” The words leave him, awe shining in his eyes as his hands hover over her own, the bump more prevalent with her hugging it protectively. And her eyes are glistening with unshed tears, a smile so wide on her lips.

She nods quickly, hands wiping away the tears as they pour out the sides of her eyes. “Yeah.”

“Oh, wow.” He stutters over his words, but the smile of pride says what he can’t.

“I told Julian we should name it Bartholemew, after the man who had introduced us a little over a year ago.”

It elicits a wet laugh from both of them, a feeling swelling inside Barry’s chest that he couldn’t describe. “I don’t think he would have appreciated that.”

“If I wasn’t pregnant I’m sure he would have kicked me out of the bed.” A noise undignified leaves his mouth at the comment, so wholly untrue. Julian would never, so in love with her he wouldn’t consider anything but having her right by his side. She rolls her eyes at the noise, and the sound of the carriage pulling away breaks up the conversation. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.”

He collects his luggage and follows her inside the house, Patty showing him to his room, allowing Barry to familiarise himself with the location. It is a perfect place for her, for them, and he couldn’t be any more pleased that she had found herself a doting husband and a wonderful house.

Barry ignores that soft pang inside himself, ignores the longing for his own partner and home and child.

And he settles into his room.

It is sunset when Julian finally arrives at the house, a brisk handshake all that he offers the Barry. Patty, he offers something much more affectionate, a gentle kiss on the back of her palms, words whispered that Barry couldn’t hear for they were not for his ears.

It brings a blush to Patty’s cheeks, and Barry finds himself turning away, ignoring the fascination that bubbles up inside him at the glimpse he had, ignoring the feeling of loneliness, the desire to find a love like theirs.

They settle down for the afternoon, Julian regaling stories of his work, Barry and Patty listening in interest. It is only when the clock strikes seven that Patty is drawn from the world of scientific curiosity and discussion they had all fell to. She jumps up from her seat, a conversation without a word spoken, done between her and Julian. His eyes light up and it has a nervousness settling into Barry’s bones.

“Come on Barry,” Patty says, tugging him into a standing position, a keen eye scanning his outfit before nodding sharply to herself. “We’re going to Cisco’s for dinner. His laboratory is simply incredible, you must see it.”

Julian nods at her words, a slap on the back as leaves the room to freshen up. “Come on mate, loosen up. It’ll be a blast.”

If he hopes for an explanation to who this Cisco is, he doesn’t receive it until the walk to the house, Patty reciting all his accomplishments and interests. Apparently a love of science had bonded the two neighbours, the Albert’s often spending hours with Mr Ramon, endless topics spoken and debated until exhaustion.

Barry feels as if he knows the man before they reach the front door, can feel a kinship with him that he hopes will translate into reality.

It does.

The man is just as sweet as he sounds, a wide smile on his face comes to the door, the servants hovering over his shoulder, ready to take their coats. He is an affectionate man, pulling the Albert’s into a hug, gentle and lingering and Barry can feel the love between the trio.

“Cisco!” The exclamation is muffled by his shoulder, Patty pulling away and smiling brightly. Barry almost feels like an intruder on the threesome, but she gestures toward him, barely a word out of her mouth before Mr Ramon pulls him into a hug of his own, pulling away far too quickly, a dazed Barry unsure of anything, not when Mr Ramon puts his hands on his shoulders and gives him a brisk shake.

“It is very nice to meet you my good man.” There a wide smile on this stranger’s face, and Barry finds himself relaxing immediately, a kindred spirit found in Mr Ramon’s soul. It could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship, he thinks. He hopes.

“You seem happy mate.” Julian elbows Mr Ramon in the side, a twinkle in his eyes.

It is as though the question brings more life into the man’s bodily frame, a joy lighting up his countenance. “Caitlin and Ronnie are staying for a while.” And he cannot hide the delight he feels, smile stretching further as he utters the words.

It doesn’t strike Barry that the Caitlin Mr Ramon spoke of would also be his Caitlin. Not that Miss Snow was his Caitlin, but rather, the only Caitlin he had the displeasure of being acquainted with.

But then they all walk towards the sitting room, and he sees her there standing, a slinky green dress on, the young woman leaning on the back of a chair, talking to a tall, dark-haired man, head tilted back in laughter.

And oh, he thinks.

Oh.

(Oh no.)

The dinner is stilted, or maybe it is just Barry, because no one else seems to pick up on the tension in the room. Miss Snow seems to be in an intimate conversation with Mr Raymond, whispering quietly with each other, secret smiles and soft words shared between them. He doesn’t know why it distracts him so, captivating him more than it should.

“So you lived near Netherfield Park?” His head jerks to Mr Ramon, distracted from the conversations around him.

“Hmm, yeah.” He nods sharply.

“So you know Miss Snow then? When she was staying with the Thawne’s?” There is almost an excitement in Mr Ramon’s smile, the man distracted from his meal at the mere notion.

His gaze flits to her against his will, lingering as she smiles and laughs with Mr Raymond. “Yeah, we’re acquainted.”

It feels like an inaccurate word to describe them. But it is all he can think of.

“She -” Mr Ramon clears his throat and it is that which pulls Barry’s attention away from the lady on the other side of the table and toward the man he was conversing with. “She was treated well there, wasn’t she?” His question is met with silence, Barry far too surprised by the urgency and concern in the tone of Mr Ramon to consider answering it, of alleviating his fears. It prompts Mr Ramon to stumble on, pressing the importance of the question. “She won’t speak much of her trip there, of the people. And I fear there was an incident that may have troubled her. So, I was hoping...” He sighs and there is a shift in the aura surrounding is dampened when in comparison to but ten minutes previous. It is dramatic and Barry appreciates just how much he cares for his friend.

“How did the two of you become acquainted?” It isn’t a question he was anticipating, Barry left momentarily speechless at his own words. Because he cared not for her, cared nothing about her past, her life. But he was intrigued now, no matter how much he didn’t want to care. The words soften Mr Ramon, the man’s demeanour lighting up at the memories.

“You’ve met Mr Thawne, have you not? He -to my knowledge - also resided in Netherfield Park for the time?” A nod encourages him to continue on, Mr Ramon quickly becoming lost in his past. “Well, Miss Snow was almost an adoptive member of the Thawne family, her father and him oft in discussions with regards to their work. She studied, she learnt, and when I became a pupil of Mr Thawne, she became my best friend. And when my elder brother died -” He cuts himself off, and the anguish of the loss still shines in his eyes. “I don’t know how I would have kept myself together if not for her unwavering loyalty and support. Miss Snow is worth 100 good men and you must forgive me, but I will always be protective of her.”

There is much more that Mr Ramon would not divulge, Barry can see it in the looks that he shouldn’t be privy to, the repressed feelings that could never be spoken aloud. And it makes no sense, how the cold, uncaring woman who despises dancing, could inspire such loyalty and devotion as she did from Mr Ramon, how she could possibly be a rock to such a loving and caring man when she was so unfeeling herself.

It shakes him to his core, this new version of Miss Snow that he had never been exposed to before. “Mr Ramon -” Barry stops, Mr Ramon lifting a hand, silencing him without a single world.

“Cisco, please. I think you’re entitled to that after I bore my soul to you like I did.”

It brings a flicker of a smile to Barry’s lips. “Cisco then. I do believe that she was treated well by the Thawne’s. They seemed very generous and, from what I gathered, they both seemed determined to have her involved and a part of the family, I imagine.” His words seem to soothe Cisco, the man relaxing in his chair, a lingering smile on his lips as he nods at Barry’s words. It is that which encourages him to continue, Barry leaning in conspiratorially, “though there were balls and, even though men outnumbered women, she refused to dance.”

But she did dance, he thinks. Once.

With him.

Barry doesn’t confess that, not to Cisco, barely even to himself.

They migrate to the drawing room, Miss Snow gravitating towards the pianoforte, the men and Patty distracted by conversations of possible technological advancements being debated in Oxford. They were all educated and opinionated, and, had the situation been any different, he would find himself just as vocal, just as fierce in his arguments.

But Barry finds something else, someone else, holding his attention and he cannot find it in himself to stop.

She plays the piano elegantly, fingers dancing over the ebony and ivory keys, barely a smile on her lips even while the music itself was lively and joyful, bringing the rest of their spirits to high levels.

He finds himself paying less attention to the talk around him and more to the woman on the other side of the room, a musical instrument beneath her fingers and a gift he could only hope to achieve a fraction of. She is alone and isolated over there, voluntarily, losing herself in the music.

Barry looks, but he can’t see it, can’t see how the cold, uncaring lady who hates dancing and brushes off others like dirt on her clothing could possibly be the same woman Cisco says she was. It is impossible to reconcile the woman he knew and the one he was told she could be.

It haunts him throughout the night, but he can’t see himself mentioning it to anyone else

“She’s incredible, isn’t she?” Mr Raymond approaches him, his presence startling Barry out of the trance he had slipped into without ever realising. “She’s been able to play like that ever since her father bought her a pianoforte at ten and four.”

“You’ve known her for that long?”

Mr Raymond chuckles at the surprise in Barry’s voice. “We’ve known each other since the cot.”

“And you’re...” Barry drifts off, biting his bottom lip to stop the rest of the question from tumbling out.

“Oh no.” He laughs it off but he can’t mask the longing underlying it. “Just childhood friends.”

It doesn’t make sense, her ability to make everyone fall in love with her, not when her demeanour and treatment of others isn’t tolerable in the slightest.

It distracts him, Barry watching her, not with disdain but curiosity.

And when he leaves Cisco’s home that night, he isn’t sure what he feels toward Miss Snow anymore.

Patty and Barry pull up at Cisco’s home late Friday morning, Julian having ducked out of their house to attend the university. Patty had taken Barry around the town throughout the week, but discussion with her on Thursday night alerted him to the fact that she frequented the Ramon home every Friday morning.

It is an hour before noon when they finally arrive, breakfast a longer affair than usual, Patty rummaging through sheets of paper in her room to find what she was looking for, a exclamation of joy when she finds the formulae she had spent a week working to perfect before the weekly meeting.

Cisco opens the door, eyes alight as he drags both of them into the house, rambling on about his discoveries and potential theories. It is like a whirlwind for Barry, a barrage of information he can make neither head nor tail out of, and he seems to be the only one, Patty responding to Cisco’s ramblings with those of her own.

Finally they stop and he can take stock of where they are. The laboratory.

And, Barry concedes, the Albert’s were right, the laboratory was incredible.

He wanders around it with child-like glee, eyes wide and mind scrambling to understand how everything works and its purpose. He makes a full circuit of the room before realising that Mr Raymond and Miss Snow had joined them. Three of them had started talking but Miss Snow, he realises, while listening, wasn’t making any contributions to the conversation. Her eyes catch him and he struggles to not look away in response, Barry making deliberate steps to join the group.

“I was going to take a walk through the gardens,” she states out loud, the other conversation dying momentarily as they all turned to listen to her. “You are welcome to join me Mr Allen if you so choose.” In a hushed whisper she continues, “Cisco and Patty are in the middle of a project and while I could try and understand, they are months into development and it would take far too much time away from them for explanations. Ronnie is only there because they had been mailing each other letters on the topic. Feel free to stay however, it’s just an offer.” There is a smile on her lips, or at least, there is the teasing of one, Miss Snow looking so much more happier than he had seen her yet.

It was a drastic shift from her norm.

And, he thinks later that night when reflecting on his actions, this is why he says what he does.

“I - okay then Miss Snow, if you don’t mind the company.”

She smiles more brightly at his acceptance and, not for the first time, he wonders if he had mischaracterised her completely.

The walk is brisk and conversation is scattered and scarce, but it is different. It is though he is seeing Miss Snow in a new light, sunlight shining down on the woman, illuminating her in its rays. And he stops, much more than he would on any normal walk, the excuse of appreciating the beauty of his surroundings stumbles off of his tongue when she stops, a quizzical expression on her face.

It is what he doesn’t tell her that is the cause of his embarrassment, because it wasn’t only nature’s beauty he was appreciating in the beautiful spring sunshine,

it was also her own.

The church is stunning, Cisco and Miss Snow encouraging them all to attend with them that Sunday morning.

And Barry can’t really avoid attending, not when Patty was delivering the sermon, Julian and Mr Raymond - Ronnie - also going. Luckily Barry manages to be seated by Ronnie, the man with a horrible habit of fidgeting. He discovers quickly that Ronnie is a man of action, that staying still for hours isn’t comfortable. Ronnie is a kindred spirit he isn’t expecting and, although he feels guilty, Barry can’t help but lean side ward and start a conversation during the sermon.

Patty glares at them from the pulpit, their quiet whispering obvious even to her. He knows the moment that they get home he will be scolded and can only hope that Julian will be there to soothe her before her anger overwhelms.

It’s Julian, so he doubts it.

“So, how long are you here for?” Barry asks, head ducked as though her were reading from the Bible and not talking to his new friend.

Ronnie chuckles, to himself and out loud. “For however long Caitlin is, I’m at her command.” It takes Barry by surprise and yet, it makes perfect sense, fits into the mould he has of her. Or rather, the one that he had for so long. Demanding, cold. Of course she was take pleasure in dictating the lives of her friends. And maybe he wasn’t so off on his perception of her after all. He needs to bite his tongue to hold back the retort - there is no universe where his words would be taken kindly by his company. “I think she’ll want to go back to London soon, what with Edward and his constant depressions.”

It takes all the strength Barry has not to freeze at the mention of Eddie. “Oh, why?” The false lightness in his voice is grating to his ears but there is an obliviousness to it by Ronnie that Barry can’t help but feel thankful for.

“Oh, apparently back at Netherfield there was a girl.” Ronnie seems to light up at the chance to converse and gossip. “Cute, but using the poor man, so Caitlin put a swift end to that. He’s nursing a broken heart, but god - imagine if he had pursued it further, he would be more devastated.”

The rest of Ronnie’s words fade into nothingness, the pieces falling together. And oh, how he had misdirected the blame at everyone but the culprit of his sister’s unhappiness.

“Was it -” His voice catches, “was it because of her colour?”

“God no.” Ronnie manages to look ashamed at the glare thrown his way from Patty, his exclamation too loud to disguise. Not enough to shut up however. “Caitlin would never care for that. Apparently he loved more fiercely than she ever did.”

The feeling of betrayal is swift, clawing at his heart, the beating organ slowed by the viscous black coating of the emotion. He had started to believe his impression of her was wrong, and he was correct. For she was much worse than he had ever envisaged, more heartless than he had ever imagined. It was her, she was responsible for upending the happiness of his sister, of the tears and the denial and the heart break.

It was Miss Snow.

The clap of thunder is nothing to deter Barry from taking a walk after the Sunday sermon, ignoring the calls by the Albert’s to wait for a carriage, confused looks from Mr Raymond and Cisco doing nothing to discourage him or slow his stride. He brushes past them, ignoring the rules of propriety that he had always sworn by. There was a darkening of the sky, a promise that wouldn’t fail to be delivered, but he goes on. The spring shower is nothing to compare with the storm of emotions inside him,

Barry is unaware that he is followed, not when the rain starts storming down, not as he starts running, the burning in his lungs unable to ease the pain in his heart. All he can think, all he can see is Iris, tears streaming down her face when she was unaware of his presence, of the way she tried to hold herself together when the moving of Mr Edward Thawne left her heart falling apart.

She didn’t deserve the agonies inflicted upon her, but to hear that Miss Snow was responsible, that she found the separation a point of pride and not a source of shame and embarrassment... it leaves an emptiness inside of him that he wants to explain away, that he cannot.

He can only find himself able to breathe when he is unable to do so, the burning in his chest a resultant of exhaustion more than heart ache. It is only now that he considers his surroundings, the sky black.

And as he looks up, does the rain come down.

There is a gazebo in the distance, and he takes his time approaching it, choosing to sit and wait for the storm to pass than endeavour to make his way to the cottage, or at least Rosings Parks.

But then he sees a figure in the distance, and as the person approaches he feels his heart fall to the floor. Fate is a fickle mistress, because he came here to avoid her and now she’s the only one he can see. Miss Snow runs quickly, the hem of her dress ruined by the mud, the rest of it by the rain.

She is soaking from the rain, dress utterly ruined, hair stringy and clinging to her face. But she is still beautiful. And he hates her for it.

“What are you doing here?”

She appears oblivious to the hatred dripping in his voice, Miss Snow wiping the hair out of her face. He can barely look at her, Barry choosing to pace instead. The anger bubbles just under the surface, an uncontrollable monster so close to breaching the surface. It wouldn’t be right to lash out though he desires to. “I - I had to come after you. I couldn’t just leave you to storm off alone, not when you were so obviously distressed by something.”

Her words cause him to stop, Barry turning to her, confusion and anger warring inside him. “Why would you even care?”

She takes a step toward him, looks at him beseechingly and it makes no sense, this callous woman attempting to show any semblance of emotion. “You know, surely you know -”

“What?!” And like that the monster inside reaches the surface, Barry snapping at her.

“I know it doesn’t make any sense, it certainly isn’t advantageous in any way for me. But you can’t control matters of the heart and even though it goes against everything I was taught, even given, the circumstances of your family and the your rank. I’ve tried to fight it, but I can’t so, it would only make sense to accept it and -”

“The circumstances of my family?” And it is incredulous, the words he is hearing, the way it cuts through him. “What are you trying to say Miss Snow?” The rein he manages on his emotions is miraculous, but he tries.

“Surely you know the gossip that follows you, father hanged for the murder of his wife, the boy suffering delusions following the death he witnessed. The rumours that follow you; none of this makes sense and yet I cannot help but feel as I do.”

“May I ask for the reason that you followed me, only to make disparaging comments about those I care for?”

“I love you.” She shrugs helplessly, and he can’t tell if it is raindrops or tears rolling down the sides of her face. “I’ve tried not to, I’ve wanted not to. But I do.”

Barry startles, unprepared for her words. “Well then, I apologise for pain you’ve endured. I did not mean to inflict it.” They come out terse, his jaw clenched in anger.

“I - Are you mocking me?” And she has the gall to act hurt, as though she were an innocent in this.

“No, I would never.” The derision in his tone is evident, and though his words have the appearance of civility, they both are aware of the disgust beneath them. “I’m just unsure as to what you want. An apology is the best I can offer you, unless you were seeking a proposal?” The look on her face betrays her emotion. It is enough to elicit a broken laugh from Barry, the man looking skyward, in disbelief and awe. “Were you truly? After you have denied, perhaps forevermore, the happiness of my sister?” And it is his words which finally bring out the Miss Snow he was familiar with, the cold woman with ice in place of a heart.And he keeps on pushing her, pushing and pushing until he could make her snap as she did him. “Or what - are you pretending to be innocent in the mess you orchestrated? That Mr Thawne was simply compelled to leave Netherfield Park and Iris without the encouragement of you.” His words are bitter, the glare thrown her direction sharp. “You broke them up, and for what? Jealousy?”

It elicits a laugh, an empty bark of laughter. “Jealousy - of what? It was obvious that Eddie was more attached to her than she him.” His lips curl into a sneer at the use of Mr Edward Thawne’s Christian name, and a nickname moreover. “I love my friend dearly and if making tough decisions to help protect his heart needed to be made by me than so be it.” There was pride in her tone, a satisfaction that makes him sick.

“You know nothing of what she has gone through.” Anger sustains him more than he could have determined, it warms him up, Barry almost vibrating with rage.

Miss Snow, cold and clinical, is more measured in her voice. And heavens above, he thinks, how could he have imagined her to be any different than what she is? “Pray tell me why she wouldn’t make any indications of anything more than casual affection for a man who was so clearly devoted to her?”

And it’s the dismissal of Iris’ deep feelings that rile him up once more. “Oh, excuse me,” he scoffs. “But you were not a witness of the scorn and abuse she received simply for the colour of her skin. Of course she isn’t well versed in showing the world her feelings, she barely shows her true emotions to me!” There is a measured pause, Barry taking the time to steady himself, blinking away the tears burning his eyes. “People, ever since she was but a child, have taken pleasure in her pain, and Iris learnt to hide the hurt, to not give them the satisfaction of a response. So please, forgive her if hiding her true emotions is something she’s been forced to do since childhood. But that does not mean for one moment that she doesn’t feel deeply, and for Mr Thawne -” a weak smile crosses his face, tainted by painful memories of a past he had witnessed, but not lived. “She was happy with him, she was so very earnestly happy with him, and to take that away...”

There is remorse in her eyes, Miss Snow struck silent by his words. “I - I’m sorry. I didn’t realise - I could only make judgements on what I witnessed -”

He ignores her, Barry charging ahead. “Oh, and what of Jay Garrick?”

So caught up in his emotion, does he miss how she stops breathing, how she freezes. If he looked closely, if he dared to, he’d see the sliver of pain and fear lurking beneath her tough exterior. But he does not, chooses not to.

And in an instant that vulnerability is gone, her emotions sealed off. “I know no one by that name.” Her voice is clipped and that, he notices, notices the sharp way she addresses someone whose life she had, once again, ruined.

The growl of frustration takes them both by surprise, Barry running his fingers through his hair, rain droplets disturbed and sent rolling down his face. He continues to pace around the gazebo, piercing gaze still focussing on her, unable to be anywhere else. “Why do you choose to continue lying to me? How could this possibly be the basis could a relationship stem from?” There is sarcasm coating his words.

“Why do you persist to ask questions on issues you are not privy to?” And there is a flare of emotion, one he hadn’t seen in her, so usually detached and unfeeling. “Drop. It.”

“I know enough, but please, enlighten me.” There is a cruel edge to his voice, Barry looking down on her, Miss Snow’s eyes aflame with fire and heat and it is cold outside. He craves warmth.

It is only then he realises that, in the heat of their argument, they had drawn closer. So much closer in fact. He sees the dusting of freckles across her nose, the pigment standing out more now than previously before, her skin now pale and white. He watches as her eyes dart from one side of his face to the other, watches how they drop to his lips. He watches how she licks her own in response.

She lingers and it makes him painfully aware, unable to not notice how their chests brush against each other’s with each inhale. The shift in the atmosphere is sharp, the air electrifying around then. And he can’t help but remember his traitorous thoughts, of how beautiful she is, of the feeling inside his chest when he first laid his eyes upon her. Because up close, where he can admire her, admire all of her, it is a dangerous position to be in. Her bottom lip trembles, he notices, probably from the chill settling into her bones, dress and skin soaked from the torrential rain that had run through but an hour before. He shouldn’t be distracted by such a small movement as her lips, but he finds it easier to stare at than her eyes, so bright and bewitching.

She leans in towards him, the minute distance between them shrinking at her motion. He thinks it for warmth, thinks she is drawn to his own, but her eyes betray a truth he isn’t expecting, but unsurprising all the same. They flicker down to his own lips, and they linger, gaze almost tracing the outline.

“Is this your answer then?” She whispers the words, still so close to him. It feels intimate, soft voices and close bodies, and it scares him, scares him because he hadn’t made a move to leave. And he should. “You want nothing to do with me?”

He almost nods in response to her question, catching himself only moments before he does so. Because they were still close, too close. If he were to even try he would brush lips with her. And that would be dangerous - he isn’t sure how he’d respond if it were to happen.

“You destroyed, possibly forever, the happiness of the one woman I love. I could never forgive you for that, and I would never forgive myself for even contemplating anything more.” His words are soft, but lethal, her head turning to the side as though it were a physical blow.

“Okay,” and she takes the step away from him. He longs for her proximity once more, even as he despises himself for the baser thoughts. She nods to him, to herself, her tongue heavy in her mouth. “Okay.”

And like a ghost she vanishes from his sight, Barry left standing there for hours after and no more settled.

It is a cruel thing to inflict on Patty, his beloved cousin watching in concern as he retreats to his room, a feeble excuse on his lips as to why he couldn’t attend the luncheon at the Ramon house. He knows it is weak, knows it hurts her and angers Julian, but he cannot muster the strength to leave the house, is unsure if he possessed the control needed to face Miss Snow once more without bursting into another argument with her.

He can’t fathom the idea of seeing *her* there, can’t stomach the idea of pretending nothing had previously happened.

It is cowardice that leads him to hide in his room, but he knows and acknowledges that fact, if not to everyone else then to himself.

But Patty allows him this flaw, her and Julian pulling away in their carriage, leaving him alone in their abode to stew in the torrent of emotions that had crept on him, now threatening him like a tidal wave, moments away from being swept up by it.

It can only be but an hour after they leave that there is a knock on the door, Barry moving to open the door, to blinded by his feelings to question who would be at the door at this time.

He should have,

because it was her.

It was Miss Snow.

Neither of them speak initially, her shallow breaths filling the air as she watches him with wide eyes, flinching at the hatred burning within his.

“I realise I’m the last person you would like to see,” she starts, lips pursed together tightly after the finishing the sentence. “You accused me of various grievous attacks on my friends and yours alike, I just ask for the opportunity to defend myself against these crimes.” She holds out a letter to him, and Barry, too overcome with surprise and curiosity, takes it from her hand, Miss Snow flinching as his fingers brush against her bare hands.

She turns her back on him quickly, Barry left staring outside long after she left, the warm night’s breeze doing nothing to heat up his cold skin. But finally, finally, when he was sure he wouldn’t immediately burn the paper in his hands, does he go and close the door, retreating to his room.

It is with shaking hands, of anger, of fear and trepidation, does he open the letter, eyes greedily scanning for its content, its justifications, its excuses.

Dear Mr Allen,

I accept the rejection you made abundantly clear last Sunday, have no fear, I am not repeating my feelings. I do, however, feel as though you perjure me with these ill-conceived notions you cling to most ardently. So, if you permit me the time, I feel I must explain my actions.

In order to adequately address your former alleged grievance, I must first explain the latter...

The feeling of revulsion overwhelms him when he finally learns the truth between her and Jay - Hunter. She was still a girl, not yet sixteen when she had met the older man, tall and handsome and dignified. There was still a few months before she would be formally introduced to society and, having spent so long in the laboratories, trailing her mother and father and, after that Mr Thawne, quenching her scientific thirst, interactions with males her age was limited.

It doesn’t take long for her to fall in love with the mysterious older man who bestowed upon her affection and gifts, who made her feel treasured and special. She was but a child, unaware of the cruelties of other people, not yet jaded by the human experience. Pure.

She had never imagined it would be used against her.

They had planned to elope, she confesses, ink smudged from what he could only assume were tears of a pain and past not yet healed. The paper crinkled from drying, the torrent of tears making it uneven and rough. He tries to smooth it with his hands, as though the action could soothe the heart which wrote it. He fails in his efforts and he grunts in frustration, running fingers through his hair before picking up the letter and continuing.

She had fallen in love with the man she believed Hunter to be,

he had fallen in love with her wealth.

She recites in clinical detail the abuse she had endured by his hand, the bruises, the tears, the verbal assaults. And she had endured it for so long, his apologies and soothing words enough to make her forgive and forget.

Miss Snow had been shaking, he realised. She had been made to relive all her pain for him, to explain herself to him.

Barry wasn’t sure how deep his self-loathing was until that very thought.

And so, reading of Eddie, of the boy who saved her from the neglect of her parents while she was but a child, who was her only friend in the world at such an age, of the man who had saved her from the depths of despair she had spiralled towards, it made everything more clear. He was her saviour, noticing the marks, the abuse. He had convinced her to abandon the plans, had protected her when Hunter sought his revenge on the woman.

Eddie was more than a person in her eyes, he was her guardian angel, her greatest friend, her confidant. He was why she felt safe opening up to other men, why she didn’t completely shy away from society, limiting herself to associations only with Eddie and Ronnie and Cisco.

And he understands her fear, her concern of seeing her closest friend and ally fall for the same schemes she had but a decade earlier. It hurts him to think that anyone could look at Iris in such a way so as to believe she would be capable of such deceit. But he has the benefit of a past with her, Miss Snow had nothing to rely on but the scars of her past romantic entanglement.

It makes sense that she would seek to protect him, that she would endeavour to stop him from jumping into a marriage without love, not when she was so close so as to taste, however briefly, the potential consequences of such an action. It was wrong, she was wrong. But it was understandable.

Barry devours the letter, again and then once more, memorising each detail contained within it, each turn of phrase, every full stop and comma. It stays with him long after he puts the sheets of paper down. As he lays in his bed the words haunt him, images flashing through his mind, memories more poignant with context.

His hatred of himself increases as his of her dies.

And all he knows it that he must, he must see her once more.

It is with that thought he finally allows himself to fall asleep.

The next night he does attend the dinner, anticipation thrumming though his veins at the notion of meeting her again. He isn’t sure how he would respond, nor did the rules of etiquette explain how he should. For she had bore her soul to him, had confessed feelings and secrets for his benefit.

The anger that had sustained him had evaporated, disappeared into nothingness, a confusion left in its place

His fears are for nought, a despondent Cisco telling them that Miss Snow had fallen victim to a terrible cold, after running through the rain Sunday afternoon. It takes all his strength to not stand upright and ask to visit her, the impropriety of the action the only thing holding him to his seat.

He wonders if she told anything to Cisco, but the man still embraces him with a warm smile and open arms so he believes her to not have. It leaves him itching to go and see her, to make sure that she is safe and healthy and taking care of herself.

So he could apologise and apologise until a book could be filled with his words, so that he could explain his feelings and emotions and not lash out at her.

But he couldn’t, her maid taking care of her, a firm woman who wouldn’t let any one interrupt Miss Snow’s recovery. And it is selfish of him to want to disregard the warning, Barry uncaring for his own health in that instant, a moment with Miss Snow worth more than his own heartiness. But he couldn’t, wouldn’t get away with it even if he tried, both Cisco and Ronnie anxious to have her in full health, sparing no expense to achieve their need.

And so he comes back night after night, hoping for her to be well enough to come down for dinner, for her to be kind enough to listen to his apologies. He had been prejudiced, made assumptions. And while she wasn’t perfect, she was the monster he envisioned.

There was a fleeting thought, a question. Because if she was no longer the cold witch he had seen her as, if she was no longer a bundle of contradictions,

what would he now see her as?

It is a week when Patty receives a letter, Cisco sending her information of Miss Snow’s recovery. It has her smiling in glee, Patty determined to visit immediately and greet her newest friend. The news leaves Barry’s body locked in position, a rush of emotion flooding his body.

It was his first opportunity to talk to her, it was his only real opportunity.

He doesn’t intend to squander it away.

However he was able to form coherent sentences he’ll never fully understand, but he manages to convince Patty that he should go ahead and alone, that she should wait for Julian to return in a quarter of an hour - the man would be confused if he returned to an empty home and, what is fifteen minutes when they would have the night to catch up.

He doesn’t wait for the carriage to be set up, Barry choosing to run to their neighbours property, his speed not once slowing as he approached the home, his mind a flurry of thoughts, unsure where he would start, what he would confess, the words that would come out.

But eventually he makes it to the door, Barry almost doubling over due to his exertion, breathing air a new difficulty.

The door opens before he could knock, a pensive Cisco ready to step out. But then he catches sight of Barry, arm raised, an expectant look on his face. There is a rage that contorts his face, a look that looks misplaced on Cisco’s normally cheery expression. And Barry knows in that moment, knows she had told Cisco the truth. The other man only has to spit out two words for confirmation, acid in his voice, burning Barry down to the bone.

He has the door slammed on his face,

and Caitlin,

she was gone.

#snowbarry #snowbarry fic #caitlin snow #barry allen #the flash #with bonuses of #cisco ramon #and #ronnie raymond #ruthie writes #marge tag #hbd!!!#sorry it isn't fangs #but that cutie pie is for christmas gifts only :P

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