#I woke up to so many angst asks 😅

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You guys are so right for this angst omg maybe Shadowheart's crying the whole time she fights Tav, fully aware and fully trying to fight the spell the whole time, screaming at Tav to fight back, knock her out so she can stop hurting her wife but Tav wouldn't, Tav would never 💔

Heartbreaking!!!

I like the idea of Shadowheart knowing what she’s doing, trying to fight the compulsion, and simply not being able to. She’s legitimately horrified at what she’s compelled to do to Tav. Her Tav, who is just eating her blows left and right. Serena, who’s looking up at her with some calm reassurance, like she already forgives Shadowheart for what she’s actively doing. Shadowheart begging her to fight back, and she just tells her she loves her, that she knows she can break this. This is a lot more painful when you remember Serena came from a past with an abusive father; she’s forced to relive her trauma, in some ways, at the hands of her most beloved.

Not to be extra dramatic but like Shadowheart putting a blade to her throat? (If I could do art I’d paint this bc…✨drama✨). Tav just quietly accepting her fate bc it’s Shadowheart and she would rather die by her hand than bring harm to her? 🫠 just imagine how Shadowheart would feel after, when the dust settles and Tav’s been healed. She can’t shake the thought. Who has ever loved her so much besides her own parents? Why is she, of all people, deserving of such a love, plagued by troubles as she is?

It sounds corny when I say it but I genuinely think Shadowheart loves her even more with each passing day. They just keep proving their love and devotion to each other over and over again.

[deepperplexity]

Prompt 4. Sharing [C1]

Pairing: Turpin x Fem!Wife!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Turpin's House

A/N: Time for my fav Rickman character to take the spotlight - I realise it might be a little frustrating to not have each long fic as a whole but I'm working with set prompts (like everyone else 😅) so we will be jumping a bit between the stories but I hope - since it's such a short time between parts - that you'll manage, darlings 🙈❤ Anyway, we are gonna have another slightly darker story going but I do promise we will have a HEA even if it'll be a bit of a roller coaster getting there. I'm such a sucker for Angst and Hurt in my fics that I just can't resist - especially when Turpin is so perfect for this 🙈🤭❤ I don't know how long this one will be though, might be 2 parts, might be 5, we'll have to see 😂 Anyway, I hope December is starting well for you and let's get to the story! 😍👏

IMPORTANT: My plans for this story go in the darker shades! I cannot make any promises as I write as I go for this event but I feel like Turpin's story needs some darkness, amidst the fluff and joy of Christmas I want to incorporate some harsher, darker themes as well - he's a dark and complex character after all so I'm just giving a possible heads up here at the very beginning. No promises, but many possibilities 🙈

Tags/TW’s: Emotional Hurt/Harm, Fear, Physical Grabbing/Hurt, Emotional Hurt/No Comfort (yet), Harsh Dialogue, Hating Christmas vs Loving Christmas, Pettiness, Longing, Fear Of Abandonment, Lacking Communication (not miscommunication)

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 1.6k+

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You were tensing all over. Every muscle was as stiff as the logs in the hearth, crackling within the flames yet their warmth didn’t quite reach you. He glared at you. His cold grey eyes lacked the usual warmth he held for you. To be quite blunt, you hadn’t thought he’d be so opposed to the whole idea — but, there you were, in the middle of an argument you hadn’t imagined would ever occur.

You looked down, avoiding his harsh gaze. “I thought you’d be pleased,” you said quietly. “Pleased?” “Yes, Richard. I thought—” “You thought wrong. Christmas is a foolish holiday, worth nothing to me. The opposite, in fact.” You bit your lip, the coldness of his words too hurtful when you adored the holiday with all your heart and he'd never spoken in such a manner to you previously.

You glanced toward the tree you had only half decorated when he came home. Everything else in the house was done, the garlands and curtains, the mistletoe in the hallway arch and the new green candle sticks, the little Santa village atop the mantel you had sprinkled with flour to replicate snow, and the little decorations dotted on most flat surfaces — angels and reindeer, miniature trees and Christmas flowers. Some things you’d bought at the market but quite a bit of it you’d found in the attic — why did he have all those beautiful decorations if he wasn’t fond of the holiday?

“I’m sorry, Richard…” you whispered and he sighed deeply, it made you shiver unpleasantly. “It’s-, it’s my favourite holiday.” “You are my wife now, living under my roof, and there will be no holiday cheer or infernal carols. Take it all down,” he snarled coldly before leaving the room with rapid steps, his boot-clad feet stomping harshly. But it’s Christmas… You thought while hugging yourself, staving off the hurt of him speaking so harshly to you. Dismissing you, your feelings, all of it with not so much as a chance for you to ask why. “I won’t let you take away Christmas,” you whispered to the empty room.

***

You woke up in the guest room, having neglected to sleep in your bed — next to your husband. You hadn’t done what he asked yesterday, all the decorations remained where you had put them, and as you made your way down to the drawing room you were met by the half-done Christmas tree. He’s not taking Christmas from me. I won’t allow it. Never had you gone against his wishes before, not since you married the man during the early summer of that very year. He had truly not asked anything extraordinary of you, though. Not many wishes to go against, truth be told.

You finished decorating the tree, placing all the gifts you had hidden away in the attic previously under its branches weighed down by far too many decorations. Had he not been so cold toward you, so disrespectful of your love of Christmas, you wouldn’t have gone all out. Now, well, now you did. The tree was nearly tacky in its sparkling, glittery, golden galore.

“There, last one,” you said and stood back to look at your work. “He can be a grump everywhere else, but I’m celebrating Christmas. No matter if he likes it or not.” “You ought not do such a thing, me lady,” came the voice of the maid. It startled you. “It’s Christmas, Miss Lowel. I’m going to celebrate it.” “Yes, me lady, but do not say I didn’t warn you.” “Warning heard, and ignored.” “You are most brave, me lady.” “What’s he going to do? Throw his wife out on the street?” you laughed at your own words, he was some sort of a gentleman after all. Miss Lowel, however, only lowered her eyes and left the room. Would he?

***

Richard never came home that evening. You sat in the drawing room, surrounded by the cosy decorations while reading a book in the warmth of the fireplace, when the clock struck ten. “Where is he?” you murmured and snapped your book shut. “Is he working late again?” You sighed and got up, heading toward the bathroom to clean up before it was time to sleep.

As you brushed your hair you wondered if you should sleep in your shared bedroom or take the guest room again. You decided on the latter, not wanting to share a bed with someone angry — your grandmother always said it was bad to share a bed with anger. She meant one should always talk and solve things before going to bed, but, same difference. You didn’t quite want to admit to the strange sensation of worry and longing that had begun to unfurl within you, doubts about whether you’d made the right choice slithered in as the night enveloped the world. You fell asleep nonetheless, half shivering under the heavy cover lacking your husband’s warmth.

“You disobey me,” Richard snarled and you jolted awake. Sitting upright with the cover pooling around your waist, your nightshirt did little to ward off the sudden chill of the cold room. “Richard?” you asked, half disoriented by the sudden awakening. He glared at you from beside the bed, with barely any light in the room his eyes looked like pits. “You disobey me, in my own house ,” he snarled and grabbed your upper arm, jerking you close with a too-firm grip.

Your heart jumped into a gallop within your chest, your body stiffening while your hand reached out to try and remove his fingers squeezing your biceps too harshly. “I told you to take it down ,” he seethed. “Richard, stop, you’re hurting me,” you whimpered while pushing at his hand. He bent forward, your noses nearly touching, and your breath seemed lodged in your throat. His harsh features appeared set in stone, his mouth barely a line with his lips so tightly sealed and his jaw clenched. He had never looked at you like that, pure anger and something far more dreadful creeping underneath it — something that pulled at your heart fiercely. 

“Take, it, down,” he said, nearly punching out each word. “N-no,” you whimpered, cinching your eyes shut. “I will not, it’s Christmas.” “It is my house,” he snarled and jerked at your arm, drawing a winching sound out of you. “It-, it’s mine too,” you whispered while tears began to roll down your cheeks. Fear, hurt and pain spurring the reaction you tried to quench. “You have nothing of yours,” he declared with frost in his thunderous roll of a voice. “ Nothing is yours.” “We share this marriage,” you said quietly, barely able to get the words out. “We share our life, and our home,” you continued and dared look up at him as he stood bent over you, each part of him seemingly held taunt. “Sharing,” he seethed, “is not what we do, wife . I own everything, including you.”

His hand released you with another jerk, forcing you to fall backwards while he straightened to his full, imposing height. Your heart ached and hammered, your cheeks wet with tears while your body quivered, your hands trembling. The way he spoke had fear streaking through your veins, your exchange with Miss Lowel still fresh in your mind — would he throw you out on the street over Christmas decorations? The hurt pushed hot anger through you, the fear like oil atop a fire.

“You do not own me,” you said, fisting your hand while glaring up at him. “I do not own you either. Marriage isn’t ownership, it’s sharing.” He smirked at you, but there was something devilish about it. Something dangerous. “Sharing?” he said. “In the same manner you thought to take all the freedom to remind me of the most horrendous of holidays? Sharing, as in taking the liberty to completely alter my one sanctuary without so much as a word with me beforehand? Sharing seems to be all, about, you,” he seethed while his hands fisted and his shoulders stiffened.

As he turned harder, colder, your heart ached and your shoulders slumped. Your bottom lip trembled, your tears flowed with more intensity as his words sank in, stabbing at you from all directions with the declaration of how selfish you had been. You had assumed he’d be happy, had assumed you could celebrate in a manner you saw fit, you even assumed he loved the holiday like all else did. It was Christmas, who didn’t love the most jolly of holidays?

Have I-, have I hurt him? The thought made your chest ache, for as you looked closer now that your eyes were more adjusted to the little light coming from the hallway you saw less of the anger he radiated and more of the hurt he was endeavouring to hide underneath it. You had, indeed, caused him emotional harm. It was written in his eyes as the dark pits turned to grey clouds. I hurt him…

“Richard, I’m—” “I shall return after Christmas.” “What?” “You shall have all your holiday cheer, wife , but none of me,” he snarled but the anger now sounded far more like pain. “Merry Christmas,” he continued with a seething sneer that just barely allowed the hurt to be heard, and then he stormed out of the room while you tried to grasp the fact he was leaving you until Christmas would be over, and it was only the fourth of December.

“Richard! Wait!” you called out, stumbling out of bed, your foot snagging on the cover, sending you plummeting into the lush carpet below with a thud and a hiss as your forehead slammed into the hard wood below while his footsteps receded down the stairs beyond the hallway. “Richard,” you said while scrambling to get up, “wait!”

…To Be Continued…

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A/N: Uffh, such a cliffhanger there 👀 I'm trying to preserve my sanity so I'm not endeavouring to write 5k+ fics or the like each day - I hope you understand 🙈❤

I do think I'll be doing some short one-part fics too during this Rickmas but I'm taking it day by day so we'll see what happens - tomorrow I'll be continuing our Brandon story though! The prompt is perfect for it! 😍👏 Also, want to say an extra thank you to all who's shown they're here, reading my writing - it means so much and I'm really grateful ❤

Q: Do you tend to read more Christmas/winter stories during the holidays? (fanfiction or original works) A: I have never really followed the seasons in my reading beyond Rickmas - I'm a complete mood reader so it really doesn't matter what's going on around me, what I'm in the mood to read I'll read 😂

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[cookiewriting]

Her monster

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (there is no romantic relationship here but read it as you want)

Warnings: angst, violence, hints of panic attack, unwanted male attention, language (let me know if I missed some others)

A/N: Sorry if this is bad, maybe I'll rewrite it later but right now I just wanted to finish the story even though there was too many ideas in my head for this 😅

~ 1k words

Part 1

Tonight was supposed to be fun. Your friend told you they would take care of everything. If you ever wanted to leave, you just had to say the word and they would get you back home. You needed this. You needed to get out of your apartment. Or at least that’s what they told you. They even convinced you to leave your noise-canceling headphone at home. Now you were regretting all of that.

The second you stepped foot in the club, you knew everything was wrong. Today just wasn’t a good day. The noise, the music, the movements, all of it was just too much. You wanted to leave immediately but the small voice in your head laughed at you. You just came here, how could you dare to ruin the night with your silly sensibility? You could go through this a little more, you had gone through worse than that. Your friends deserved a good time.

That was exactly the kind of thought that led you right to the situation you were in now. Seated at the bar, nursing your fourth drink of the night and wishing your body processed alcohol like a normal person. You tried to keep yourself distracted by scrolling your phone and watching over your friends but soon you lost them in the crowd and ended up sitting alone at the bar. Worst idea ever.

It started with the smell. The cheap beer you knew wouldn’t be served here, and a lot of sweat. The man sat next to you and you made the mistake of looking at him. He smiled and started introducing himself but the alcohol in his system made it difficult to understand any of his words. You were about to excuse yourself when he suddenly got up and a flash of anger passed through his eyes.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You definitely shouldn’t have gone out tonight. As you scanned the room for any help, you came to realize your friends were too far away to see any of this. You started to panic and blindly hit a button on your phone. You wanted to run away but when his hand closed around your wrist, you simply lost it. You didn't know what happened then, your body reacted before you had time to think about it. Next thing you knew, you were holding his arm in an unnatural position and there was blood and tears on his face. He was pleading for you to let him go and you did, clearly as shocked as he was in pain.

“Crazy bitch! You shouldn’t be here! You fucking monster!”

Before you could even react, someone pushed you to the side and hit him straight in the face. You shivered as a crack confirmed his nose was definitely broken if it wasn’t before. You didn’t register what was happening in front of you. You just knew it was a woman and she smelled familiar.

“Who’s the monster?” she asked “You’re the one who grabbed her. And don’t you try to lie, we’ve got it all on camera.”

You knew this voice. You heard it so many times on TV and even once in real life. Still, your brain kept slowing down and you couldn’t get any grasp on reality anymore. You almost missed how gentle arms guided you to the club’s exit. Your body absentmindedly followed the redhead to a black car and she helped you settle in it. As soon as she started to drive, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to finally fall unconscious.

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You woke up hours later. You immediately noticed the soft sheets wrapped around your body weren’t yours. A little bit of sunlight was passing through the curtains and you could discern a female figure watching over you. Her name came to your mind as your eyes spotted her red hair, Natasha.

Everything suddenly made sense in your brain. How you entered her number as an emergency contact. Your panic when the man rose his voice at you. You pressed the emergency call button. You called an Avenger because a man couldn’t keep it in his pants. You called Natasha because you couldn’t handle him yourself. Your face went blank and you immediately got up starting to apologize.

“Hey… Hey… Listen to me. Don’t do this to yourself...”

Gentle arms kept you in place and you had to fight every cell in your body to keep yourself from fighting back. You knew you would lose anyway unless she let you win. But you didn’t have to struggle for long. As soon as the spy sensed your muscle tense under her skin, she let go of you.

“You’re okay,” she whispered to you and you were taken back to the last time you saw her. “You did well calling me.”

You nodded and your tears threatened to spill when you took a small step back. You tried to compose yourself but the only thing coming to your mind were the words of that man. You were a monster. Why else would you hurt others when they just want to touch you? You couldn’t deal with loud noises and too much light could make you lose control over yourself. You always knew you were weird, it was no secret to you. If people said you were a monster, then it must be true.

“I am a monster…” you let out after a long silence. “They’re all right. I am the monster they see.” “Well then,” she said. “You’re my favorite monster.”

Your head shot up and your eyes met the green orbs looking at you. You wanted to see horror in them, rejection even, but there was nothing but compassion. She brushed your arms asking for permission and you took her hands in yours. The contact made you shiver but it also helped you stay grounded.

“I’m a monster too remember?” Natasha asked bringing a sad smile to your lips.

You pressed her hands lightly and she pulled you into her embrace once again. This time you let your tears fall and the sobs soon escaped from your lips. Maybe you were a monster and maybe they hated you but in this world, there was one person you would always be able to rely on. Because you’re not just a monster, you’re HER monster.

[harknessxo]

Chapter VII ✧ A Choice

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns

Summary: Things get out of control while Rhea and Roman are away.

Warnings; smut (there is a lot of smut in this series 😅), fluff, a bit of angst

Word Count: 4.3k

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A/n: @tonuitekan wrote this one cuz I’m on writers block 🥲

It was around 9 am when Roman began to stir awake. Rhea remained in his arms, still asleep. He pulled her body closer to his and stared at her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful. He kissed her forehead and that caused her to wake.

“Morning, sunshine,” Roman smiled while Rhea groaned and hid her face in his neck.

“It’s too early. Let’s go back to sleep,” Rhea whined. Roman just chuckled and got on top of her.

“Well, I know a way to wake you up.” By the mischievous smirk on his face, Rhea knew exactly what he meant.

“Roman-”

“Come on, there’s no one here to catch us.” Rhea stared at him for a few seconds, debating until she finally nodded. Roman then began to lick and suck her sweet spot on the right side of her neck, making her moan.

“You’re not gonna leave me another hickey, aren’t you?” She asked him as he then kissed the spot.

“Well, you kinda scratched my back and you probably will do it again this time, so…”

“You don’t know that.” She scoffed before he paused as he gave her a look.

“Wanna bet?” At his comment, she took it more as a challenge as she flipped them over before he could even react or say anything while she straddled him. At this, he looked up at her and couldn’t help but chuckle right before they both kissed as he held his hands around her waist as they traveled through her back as well.

However, that moment was interrupted as soon as Roman’s phone started to ring.

“You’re gonna answer that?” Rhea asked between kisses before he went and left a few kisses on her neck.

“Nah, they can call back later.” He mumbled, his hands sneaking underneath her shirt as she arched her neck back, allowing him more exposure. At the same time, Rhea’s phone also rang.

“Shit…” Rhea grumbled.

“Just ignore it, we’ll call back later.”

“Reigns, if they’re calling both of us, it means there’s something going on.”

“Fuck…” They both reluctantly broke away as Rhea reached to grab her phone on the nightstand while Roman did the same with his. He decided to go into the bathroom just so whoever was calling Rhea wouldn’t hear him.

Rhea looked at whoever was calling her. Surprisingly it was Damian. She figured that he was only calling to check on her since they didn’t hear from her last night.

Oh how wrong she was.

“Priest?” She said as she answered, sitting down on the bed with a pillow on her lap. “What’s up?”

“Hey- first of all, sorry if I woke you up. Second of all, we have a problem.”

At that, Rhea rested her back against the bed frame as she prepared herself. This happened every single time she wasn’t around. She prayed to God that it wasn’t Dom losing his title again or Damian and Finn losing the tag titles again.

“Alright, hit me. What is it?”

“There’s a rumor going around, many people are saying it but we don’t know if it’s true.” Damian began. “Triple H wants to split the tag titles.”

“He wants to what now?”

“He wants to split them, literally after Roman had them unified in the first place! And mind you, apparently he wants to do this without even letting us know.” She then heard him take a deep breath. “Mira te lo juro, este cabrón no nos quiere dar un break—“

“Hey, deep breaths, Priest. Deep breaths.” Rhea interrupted him, placing the pillow aside as she sat up. “First of all, it’s just a rumor. Secondly, if it turns out to be true, then we have Paul and Roman that can help us with that. Like you said, Roman was the one who got those titles unified to begin with. Meaning that he can talk Triple H out of this. Hell, even Paul can. Remember, Roman is on our side for a reason. Okay? He’s not gonna agree to this either. We’ll find a way around this, but for now, if Triple H approaches any of you about this, let him know that they don’t get to decide that until we come back from SC. Got it?”

“Alright… fine, got it.” From the tone of his voice, Rhea could tell that Rhea was slowly calming down.

“Get with Paul if you haven't already. Does he know?”

“Yeah- and he’s calling Roman about this too.”

At that, Rhea pursed her lips in a thin line. Now it made sense why their moment was interrupted at the same time.

“Okay, he’s probably going to let me know. In the meantime, like I said, don’t do anything and don’t let Triple H, Pearce, or Nick do anything.”

“Fine, okay, okay, um,” Priest sighed. “Just call any of us back to check on you. Paul just got done talking to Roman.”

“Alright, I’ll call you guys later. Take care.” She hung up, and at that same time, the bathroom door opened as Roman went out. She turned to face him.

“We’re gone for literally a day and now shit goes down, again.” He said as he rolled his eyes and went back to bed. “I wonder why.”

“Let me guess, Paul called you about that rumor going on about the tag titles?”

“Yep. I told him to make sure that your boys don’t do anything till we get back if something happens. Because I’m gonna be the first one calling out Triple H’s ass as soon as we come back.”

“It’s too early for this shit…” Rhea sighed as she also sat back on the bed while leaning her head back. For a moment, Roman arched an eyebrow at her.

“So it’s too early for me and you to…?”

“Reigns. You know I didn’t mean that.”

“So you still wanna—“ He was cut off when she suddenly threw a pillow at him and yelped before he caught it until she suddenly got on his lap.

“You ask too many questions.”

“And you argue, a lot.”

“Well, guess we’re even again.” He pulled her into a kiss, one hand caressing her thigh while the other ran through her hair while she ran her fingers through his hair. She momentarily broke away just to remove his shirt as she tossed it somewhere in the room before he switched them once more, with him on top of her. They continued kissing only for a bit until he began to trail down to her neck, chest, stomach, and then her thighs. He swiftly removed her shorts and panties as he tossed them aside.

She relaxed and leaned her head back against the pillow, her right hand still caressing his hair even while he placed her legs on his shoulders as he began to lick her folds.

“Fuck…” She tried to hold back her moans, her grip on his hair almost tightening as he kept eating her out. However, it soon became unbearable as he kept on, determined to hear her beg for him. Her moans only urged him to continue on as he also licked and sucked on her clit.

“Reigns— fuck— I’m close—“ She warned, until she rode her orgasm as she cried out. He lapped her juices away until he broke away, wiping his mouth clean before he went up to her until she flipped them over once again. Quickly, she took her top off before he pulled her yet again into another passionate kiss, his hands holding her waist while she placed her arms around his neck. Her hand then almost urgently gripped at the waistband of his sweatpants, with Roman immediately getting the message as he helped her take them off along with his boxers.

Afterwards, he pulled her close to his body once more as he kissed, licked, and sucked on her neck. His hand rested on the back of her neck whilst his other hand caressed her back and waist as she moaned.

For a moment, both broke away only just to gaze at one another, faces inches away from one another as Rhea rested her forehead against Roman’s.

“I want you,” She mumbled, her hands resting on his chest while he still held her close.

“Rhea…”

“Please.”

He gave her a small nod before he left a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth. Both then adjusted only slightly so that Rhea was able to line herself with his cock as he helped her, slowly sinking down until he was fully in as she adjusted herself to his size, all the while burying her face on his neck and letting out a soft gasp. After a minute or so, she began to move while he held her back and waist in support. Their moans were the only thing that could be heard within the room.

Soon enough, she increased her pace slowly while he also helped her, hearing her moan in his ear before she slightly lifted her head from his neck as she kissed his cheek. Now, it was his turn to also lean to her ear as she rode him.

“You’re mine.”

The phrase alone had irked her. She held onto him for dear life as they continued on. This time with him now kissing her chest and cleavage before going up to her neck, then her lips.

He was on the verge of his own climax soon enough as well, and because of this, he gently held Rhea’s waist before carefully flipped them over. He kept on with a few thrusts while she wrapped her arms around him, moaning his name before he felt himself already close. At that, he pulled out, all the while she also rode her second climax, all the while he came on her left thigh as he then collapsed on the bed beside her.

Their room was silent with the exception of their breathing, both panting and coming down from their high. After some time, he pulled her to his frame while also placing the covers on them as his fingers ran through her hair.

“So, now you’re awake.”

“If you keep touching my hair like that, I’ll fall asleep again.” She said as hid her face on his neck. Her comment made him chuckle as he paused for a moment before his hand caressed her back instead before he felt her cup his cheek and turn his head to face her. They gazed only for a bit while he still held her close to him.

However, that moment was interrupted yet again when Rhea’s alarm on her phone went off. It was already almost 10:00 AM. Cursing,, she broke away from Roman as she reached for her phone and turned off the alarm.

“We gotta be downstairs before they close for breakfast…”

“Want me to go and grab something instead?” Roman asked as he sat up. “I can just bring it here while you get ready.”

“Eh, if you want. I just don’t even want to get up right now, honestly.” She mumbled as she plopped back on the bed. Roman looked at the time from his phone before he took his boxer and sweatpants from the floor.

“We still have time anyways, we don’t leave until 2 PM. You can rest for a bit.” He reassured her.

“Let me take a quick shower…” She said as she sat up and walked to the bathroom. Roman only nodded before he went to brush his teeth, got dressed, and left the room.

Back at the Performance Center, Finn, Damian, Dom, Jimmy, and Solo were all seen training for the next day on Smackdown as they were getting ready. Dom had a title match against Montez, while Finn and Damian were once again set to defend their titles against LWO. Both of them were training with Jimmy and Solo who offered to help them get ready. They arrived earlier just to get a head-start.

After a while, they were taking a small and quick break at the cafeteria as they all sat together.

“So y’all think the rumor could be true then?” Jimmy asked as he came back after fetching himself a protein shake while he sat down between Solo and Dom.

“We ain’t even sure, man. But you know that whatever shit comes from Cody’s mouth lately could be true.” Damian said as he rubbed his forehead. “It’s either true or he’s just bitter because he wasn’t even supposed to get those titles with your brother in the first place.”

“Yeah, about that, I wouldn’t even be talking that loudly about Cody. He’s around here with Jey training as well.” Solo commented as he placed his arms on the table while Damian scoffed.

“And? If he has anything to say, he can say it to my face.”

“Spoke too soon,” Finn mumbled as he ate a breakfast bar that he had in his hand when he saw from behind Damian’s shoulder Jey and Cody walk inside the cafeteria. Both of them having finished their training as they were in to grab a bite and leave.

“They better not come down here.” Jimmy mumbled as he drank his shake. Not even facing the entrance of the cafeteria at all.

“Well, look who’s here.” They suddenly heard Cody speak.

“Again, you spoke too soon.”

“Damn…”

“You just couldn’t wait until Monday, eh?” Damian scoffed as the group turned to face Cody and Jey who walked up to them. “The hell you two want, anyways?”

“Aye, we’re just here to say hi and leave.” Jey simply said as he raised his hands in defense. “We ain’t gonna act like y’all made it so that Roman could come in last Monday and attack me.”

“Pearce isn’t going to be pleased with that, you know.” Cody stated as he crossed his arms. “And he will do something about it.”

“Cody, maybe just leave whatever you gotta say next Monday when we see each other again.” Damian said as he placed his apple aside on the table before he stood and faced him. “Unless you want me to try and injure you again right here, all you gotta do is just let me know.”

“Alright, alright. I’m only telling you the truth, though.” Cody placed a hand in front of Damian to calm him. “If you guys keep on playing like this, it’s not gonna end well. And Jey and I? We’ll gladly sit back and watch.”

“Well, you’ll be waiting for a while.” Dominik said as he drank some of his water. “Because the Judgement Day and the Bloodline aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.”

“Oh, for real?” Jey asked as he crossed his arms. “I mean, eh, I wouldn’t be surprised considering how your “mami” spends more time with Roman lately.”

“Hey, take it easy. Watch your mouth.” Damian immediately said as he turned and pointed at him. “Don’t start any shit.”

“I ain’t starting shit, Uce. I’m only saying facts. Not my fault he can’t stand the truth.”

“Jey. He’s serious.” Solo suddenly spoke, surprisingly for everyone, as he gave Jey a firm look. “This ain’t your business, so back off while you still can.”

“Hey now why are y’all suddenly speaking for him, huh? He can speak for himself.” Jey asked as he turned to face Dom, who had an unreadable expression on his face as he looked at him. “Am I right Dom?”

Dom suddenly stood up, Jimmy and Damian both tried to stop him but he shrugged their hands away. He then faced Jey who was waiting for him to speak.

“Jey, I’m going to tell you this once. Keep Rhea’s name out your mouth.” He told him. “Whatever’s going on is none of your concern, and I mean it. This isn’t a joke.”

At that, Jey tried to hold back a laugh as he rubbed his mouth and looked down at the floor, before he looked back at Dom. “I mean… if it wasn’t for Flair, none of us would’ve known and I wouldn’t be saying this shit. But like… ya might still wanna keep an eye on her cuz she’s been too clingy on Roman lately an—“

Before Jey had the chance to finish his sentence, a fist suddenly met his face as he almost fell. Before anyone could react, Dominik started to beat him up with Finn and Damian immediately jumping to stop him.

“Hey, hey, enough! Stop!”

“Dom, just ignore him—!”

“Come on, let’s get out of here, Uce, he ain’t worth it.” Jimmy quickly commented to Dom who was trying to get out of Finn and Damian’s hold. All the while Cody went to check on Jey as the male Samoan winced in pain while sitting up and rubbing his face.

“I warned you— keep mami’s name out of your damn mouth!” Dominik snapped, all the while Finn and Damian dragged him out from the cafeteria while Solo and Jimmy also followed, the two looking down at Jey and Cody momentarily before they followed the other three out.

“Dom— let’s get out, don’t listen to him alright?” Damian immediately said as the group went outside. As soon as they did, he immediately had the group go into their rental car while he and Solo stood outside of the car as they spoke.

“Where’s Paul at? Is he still talking to Triple H?”

“He texted me back, he should be back in a bit. He was on the phone with him earlier.” Solo told him as he looked at his phone before keeping it in his pocket before he looked at Damian. “Look man, I don’t normally voice out whatever I think out loud for the most part, but Dom needs to keep his head in the game.”

“I know man, I know.” Damian said as he sighed. “Doesn’t help that almost 30% of this company already knows about Rhea cheating on Dom and now they all want to try and use that against Dom any chance they get.”

“At some point, someone’s gonna be bold enough to say something about it during live TV. Raw, Smackdown, NXT, hell, every during Crown Jewel. And if that happens, the whole world’s gonna find out.”

“Look, only a few people know.” Damian told him. “Charlotte knows, Raquel knows, we know, Zelina knows- well, maybe, but I’m not sure if Raquel was the one that told her-, and now, Jey and Cody.”

“Well that’s enough people, motherfucker.” Solo blurted out. “And out of all of them, Cody is the more likely to expose it in front of everyone. And if he does, it’s over for all of us. This alliance? It’ll be over before you know it. And you guys are gonna start falling apart too before you can even blink.”

“Okay- okay, okay, here’s what we can do.” Damian calmed Solo down. “As soon as Rhea and Roman come back, we’ll let them know what’s going on. Aside from the tag title issue. Look, Dom punched Jey and he even already gave him a warning back there, so hopefully he’ll keep his damn mouth shut. But until then, we let Roman and Rhea know and follow their plan.”

Solo was silent for a few minutes. He looked back at the car, before he looked at Damian. “You think Roman and Rhea are still…?”

“… no. I don’t.” Damian shook his head. “Rhea‘s trying to fix things with Dom right now. And Roman’s probably not even messing around with her anymore. At least that’s what he told me after everything that went down.”

“… Damian. I’m gonna be honest with you. And this is just me saying what I saw.” Solo suddenly said. “But I don’t think Roman is keeping his word.”

“Wait. What?”

“Back at the bar that night? He was staring at Rhea the entire time.” He explained to him as he crossed his arms. “While Jimmy was with us chatting and talking shit about LA Knight, I noticed Roman wasn’t listening and that he was looking at someone in particular at the crowd. And it was Rhea.”

“Hold on, hold on…” Damian paused him as he placed a hand in front of the Samoan male while he processed his words. “… if he said he’s not interested in going after her again, then why would he…?”

“You tell me.” Solo simply said. “My bet is that he’s lying. If I were you, I’d keep a closer eye on him the second he comes back. Cuz I’m gonna do it too.” With that, Solo got inside the car while Damian stood, pondering over his words before he rubbed his face.

“Que clase mamabicho…” He told himself as he took a deep breath before he calmed himself and got inside the car. He started the car while he looked at Dom who sat on the left side of the backseat. He was looking upset, despite trying to calm himself down.

“Hey, don’t listen to Jey, man.” Damian reassured him. “You know whatever shit coming out from his mouth is just to taunt you. Don’t let it get to you. Cogelo suave.”

“I know.” Dominik sighed and nodded before Damian began to drive them away back to the hotel.

He needed to have a serious talk with Rhea and Roman.

As soon as Roman came back with breakfast to their room, Rhea also came out from the bathroom with a robe around her. He set the bag down at the desk that they had while Rhea also approached to his side.

“They have anything good?”

“I mean, I’d say better than the food from the other hotel.” Roman commented as he took out one bowl for himself, and the other for Rhea. “You prefer turkey bacon over regular bacon, right?”

Rhea nodded before Roman gave her food to her as well as a plastic fork as well as some napkins and a bottle of orange juice. He went to make himself some coffee from the Keurig coffee maker in their room while Rhea sat on the bed and began to eat.

“You know, thinking about back then, before we did all of this,” Roman spoke as he sat beside her with his plate of food after he finished making his coffee. “I was starting to think that you really wanted this whole thing to be over.”

At that, Rhea paused after taking a bite from her eggs and looked down at her food for a second. She then sighed. “Honestly, I was starting to think that too, but…” She leaned her back against the bed frame. “I’m beginning to doubt myself lately.”

“How come?”

Rhea hesitated at first. She looked down at her plate before she set the fork down and spoke. “It’s just… look, it’s not that I’m saying that it’s a bad thing or anything, but- it just- this happened so suddenly, you know? I—“ She tried to find the right words to say while Roman listened and gazed at her. “One minute we were just hooking up, the next thing we know, we’re… suddenly like this. I mean come on, we barely know each other.”

“Well, I know you’re not a morning person, you certainly don’t like coffee, black and purple are your color, you like metal music—“

“I don’t mean by that,” She huffed as she took a sip from her orange juice. “Well- actually, yeah that too, but… What I mean is like, you know, get to actually know more about each other.”

The room was silent for a bit as she looked up at him. He had paused eating momentarily, pondering on his choice of words before he finally broke the momentary silence.

"I understand what you're saying," he responded, his voice gentle and sincere, ”Why don’t we have an actual date when we get back?”

“I can’t.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I have a date with Dom…” She finally said as she exhaled deeply. “And I know- it was dumb of me, because all of the sudden we’re doing all of this but—“

“You told me you were trying to set things straight with him last night.”

“… Yeah, I did. But… the thing is, I don’t know anymore.” She set her own plate aside. “And hey, I won’t judge you if you decide to be mad at me or hate me after this. But… I have a lot to think about. Especially now.”

She then felt her hand being gently held as she looked, Roman being the one who was holding her hand as his thumb caressed her knuckles.

“Yeah about that-“ He began. “… you kinda made it hard for me to be mad at you or hate you. Just saying.”

At this, Rhea snorted and looked away for a second. “Please.”

“I’m serious.” He insisted, Rhea then facing him yet again as he spoke. “Look, last night we talked about this- and like I said, I’m not the one to decide how you’re feeling. If anything, you’re the one that decides that. And I don’t judge you for it. All I'm gonna say is… I’ll wait.” He told her sincerely, gazing at her as he still held her hand. “If you decide to keep this going, I’ll be completely fine with it. But… if you choose not to, I’ll respect it. Just as long as you’re okay.”

Rhea was out of words to say to Roman at that moment as she gazed at him. Like before, her hand reached out to cup his cheek while he also gently held it while his thumb caressed her knuckles as well.

“So you’re saying you’ll wait for me?”

“As long as it takes.” He planted a kiss on her palm. “Just remember that I’m always gonna have your back no matter what.”

He lightly gripped on her hand while she was out of words. Not knowing what to say. All she knew was that she had a lot to think about the second her and Roman returned to their groups.

And this was just their second day in South Carolina. Only three more to go.

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Not sure if there’s a way to make the ultimate lost love song into an otp fic that’s NOT full of angst, but I tried y’all 😅

@cruelsummer-ficfest era #5 folklore/speak now

if one thing had been different

Hermione can’t completely explain why she’s here. Why she thinks a man she hasn’t seen or spoken to in multiple years—God, how many has it been now?—will have answers that she doesn’t have. Why she hopped on a plane yesterday morning to fly halfway around the world without the faintest idea of what she’s looking for or what she’ll say if he turns up. When he turns up. Because he will. She knows that, at least.

She’s not sure of anything in her whole fucking life right now except the fact that Ron will meet her for the sole reason that she asked him to, no explanation required.

Which is a good thing, because she doesn’t have one. About this, or anything else. It wasn’t any one thing, any huge monumental decision that led her to where she is now, but rather a series of tiny little decisions that painted her whole world a different set of colors than the one she had planned. It’s like she woke up one morning and looked around and didn’t recognize her own life and can’t quite pinpoint where things shifted.

Hell, she barely recognizes herself anymore. But if there’s one person who knows her better than anyone—better even, maybe, than she knows herself—it’s Ron. Even now. She’s sure of it.

Her heart jumps into her throat every time the little bell over the front door announces a new patron to the little coffee shop, but so far, none of them have been Ron. She hasn’t spotted anyone else she recognizes either, but that was by design. Meeting Ron somewhere in Diagon Alley would have meant a chorus of “long time no see” and “didn’t know you were in town” that she doesn’t have the energy to respond to. No, meeting him in Muggle London is the safer option.

She checks her watch for what must be the hundredth time, even though it’s still a few minutes ahead of the time she gave him. And just like that, as if summoned, the next chime of the bell announces Ron’s arrival.

Tucked into a little corner in the back, she allows herself a moment to watch him before he spots her, and her heart thunders in her chest as she drinks him in. So much for moving on. Is there ever going to be a day when he doesn’t have this effect on her? Five years apart ought to have done it, but apparently not.

She’s told herself time and time again that she’s over him, and it’s easy enough to believe all the way in Sydney. And a second chance with Ron isn’t why she came to London on this impromptu soul-searching mission, truly. Hermione just needs a friend. Someone who understands her. Her friendships in Australia all seem superficial in comparison. People there know her day-to-day: where she works, how she always gets takeout on Fridays, that she has a cat. Ron is big picture. Ron knows her, down to the very fabric of her being.

Even if she wanted to dig that grave up another time, Ron has more than moved on, too, as far as she knows. The couple of times she’s seen him since she left, he’s always been with someone, though never the same someone twice. Besides that, he’s the one who put the brakes on them in the first place. He wasn’t ready, after the war, so soon after losing his brother, and she understood that. She assumed once he was ready, he would have reached out, but he never did. At some point he must have healed enough for a relationship—just not with her.

His eyes finally lock on hers as he scans the room, and his steps pull up short. She gives him a tentative wave, and he smiles in return, though it’s not the big cheerful grin he used to give her. Ron weaves his way through the cafe to her table, hesitating a moment before he takes the seat across from her. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Hermione returns. “Thanks for meeting me. I hope I haven’t taken you away from anything important.” Or anyone.

She hears the awkwardness in her voice, but she’s not sure where to start. Small talk will have to do for now.

Ron shrugs and folds his hands on the table in front of him. “Nah. We just finished up a big case at work, so I’ve got a bit more free time at the moment.”

“Oh. Good. You still like being an Auror, then?”

He raises one eyebrow, blue eyes laser-focused on her. “Hermione.”

She feels herself coming unglued under the scrutiny, but she meets his gaze determinedly despite the tremor in her voice as she responds. “What?”

“That’s not why we’re here.” It’s not a question. It doesn’t need to be.

“No,” Hermione admits, “it’s not.”

They sit in silence for a moment before Ron speaks again. “You look…” He hesitates, searching for the right word. “Lost.”

It took him all of two minutes to cut right to the heart of how she’s feeling, summing up every doubt and insecurity swirling in her mind in a single word. Tears pool in her eyes, and Ron shifts forward in his seat.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“No, it’s not—” Hermione shakes her head and almost smiles. This is exactly why she’s here, isn’t it? Because Ron has always known how to see through the bullshit to what’s real? “You’re right.”

His eyes sweep across the empty table. “Want a coffee?”

“Please.” Hermione reaches for her purse, but Ron waves her off as he stands.

“I got it.” He hands her a tissue, and she shoots him a grateful smile. “Be right back.”

He returns a few minutes later and hands her a hazelnut coffee with just the right amount of cream—no need to ask her coffee order, either—before he sits and waits, letting her speak first this time.

She takes a few soothing sips of the drink as she collects herself. “Do you ever think…maybe there’s a single moment…that if you could change just one thing that happened in the past, your whole life might be different?”

Ron weighs her question before answering. “Not really, I guess. I mean, there’s definitely moments that make more of a difference than others, but…” He pauses to fiddle with the paper sleeve on his cup. “I don’t think you can boil your whole life down to a single moment. Seems like a lot of pressure.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Maybe. But if you’re thinking about it, what would you change?”

She doesn’t want to answer. Even though she’s fairly certain she can trace the alternate path of her life back to the moment she left to find her parents in Australia. Looking back, nothing feels right after that point. But that would require admitting that the real mistake was leaving Ron. Or was it? She’s not even sure anymore. He didn’t come after her, either. What did she leave behind, really?

“You don’t have to answer that.” Ron gives her a reassuring smile. “But is it something you can change? Now?”

“I’m not sure.” She could move back to England, easy enough. Her parents have made clear that they’re not coming back, which is why she stayed in Sydney, but at some point she’s got to start living life for herself. Moving back won’t erase the last seven years, though. What good would it do her now to come back? “Did you love me?”

The words slip out before she can resist the temptation to ask him. Both of Ron’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, but she doesn’t take the question back even though she probably should. They really had something, she thought, until they didn’t, and she’s always wondered if maybe she made more of them in her head than what they really were.

“Does that matter, after all this time?” he asks softly. “Is that why you’re here?”

“No, it’s not why, but…” But maybe it does matter. Or maybe it doesn’t. It’s not like either answer will make her feel better. “Never mind. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that.”

“I don’t mind. But is anything I say going to be the answer you’re looking for?”

Hermione chuckles. “I see you’ve mastered Legilimency. I was just thinking the same thing.”

She stares across at him and Ron meets her gaze without wavering. These aren’t the answers she came for, but if he’s willing to give them to her, is she really just going to leave well enough alone? Leave without the truth she so desperately needs, in whatever form it’s offered?

“Okay,” she says, the word escaping her on an exhale. “Sure. What the hell. Did you love me?”

At least if he puts words to what she’s long-suspected—that she was just a Hogwarts crush, that he hasn’t thought twice about her that way since she packed her bags and moved down under—then maybe she can stop wondering what if and put that part of her life to rest for good.

Ron’s head tips back with a laugh, but he’s serious when he looks back at her. “Yeah,” he replies simply. “Fuck, Hermione, of course I did.”

Hermione draws in a long breath, then lets it back out with a laugh of her own. “Nope, that didn’t make me feel any better.”

“So…” Ron smiles at her over his coffee cup. “New topic, then?”

They get lost in easy conversation after that, talking and laughing and catching up while the cafe clientele turns over and over around them. The bright daylight shifts to a murky evening grey, and finally to a dark night lit only by the streetlights above them as the cafe shuts down and forces them out to the sidewalk. Hermione hesitates to voice a goodbye; once she says it, she’s not sure how long it will be before their next hello.

“So, how long are you in town for?” Ron asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he too makes no move to leave.

“Just a couple of days. I’ve got to get back to work.” The words feel heavy in her mouth. Wrong. But until she figures out what to do next, she has a routine, and responsibilities.

Ron nods, still not moving. “Well, don’t be such a stranger, okay? Did this…did I…help?”

“You did. Thanks.”

She reaches for him then, folding herself into his open arms. It’s the first time they’ve touched all afternoon, and Hermione doesn’t want to let go.

“I hope you’re happy, Hermione,” Ron murmurs, his voice muffled into her still-too-bushy hair as he holds her tight. “And if you’re not, I hope you find whatever you’re looking for.”

She just nods against his chest, not saying what she knows now to be true. Even though she’s maybe always known it deep down. That she found what she was looking for a long time ago. That it would’ve been fun—would’ve been great—with Ron. That he should’ve been the one.

He turns his head to place a kiss on her temple, his lips searing against her skin, before he pulls away and sets her at arm’s length. “Take care of yourself.”

“You too.” She turns away before Ron can catch the tears in her eyes, but only makes it a couple of steps before her name stops her. When she turns back to Ron, he’s looking at the ground, toeing a pebble with his shoe.

“This probably isn’t what you want to hear, but…” He sighs and then presses on. “Australia. That’s your moment, I think. If that one thing had been different, then…” He doesn’t finish, but he doesn’t have to. Then everything would be different today.

She doesn’t have the words to argue; he��s right. She just needed to hear it from someone that isn’t the voice in her own head.

“If that’s my one thing…do you think it’s too late to change it now?”

It’s a loaded question, but Ron doesn’t flinch. “I’d like to think it’s never too late to start over on the things that really matter.”

His answer is just as loaded, but now she’s the one who’s not in the right headspace for this. For them. And she thinks they both know it, because neither of them have made any move to snog the other right there on the sidewalk even though she wants to, even though she sees the same desire reflected back at her in his eyes. But they can both read between the lines. It’s a start.

“Then…I guess I’ll see you soon.”

Hermione gives Ron one final smile and wave as she turns away again. He doesn’t stop her this time, but there’s a lightness, a hopefulness in her heart that wasn’t there a few hours ago.

Maybe the greatest love of all time isn’t over, after all.

[edgeray]

Hello Ray! 🍅 anon here (again!)

I've been swamped irl these past few days (hence the relative radio silence) but. oh my goodness. I think I speak for all of us when I say that we have been eating GOOD. Going to ruin my digital footprint and quote zy0x on this: "I'm (s)creaming!" (both ways intended)

I absolutely love your dragon AU!Arle being a humongous dragon and nobody knows how old she is, thinking that she's some ancient beast when in reality she's still young, then "kidnapping" reader back to her nest where they spend some family time together... The trio coming to reader for food mainly because Arle Cannot Cook is hilarious, no wonder they went ham on the fish!

Arle only able to "cook" will forever be a running joke, istg. She and Tighnari would probably get along cuisine preferences wise, with their dislike of strong seasonings. Imagine Arle and Sumeru food?? Heavily seasoned to an inch of its life??? She's going to cry internally.

Let's avoid talking about the Angst TM of your madoka AU (Absolutely well written, love the style, love the effort, but screw it it's angst I left sobbing)

Comfort fics??? like one of your recent ones where reader just??? up and feeds Arle and then falls asleep in her arms??? are really to die for!!! ARLE IS SO SOFT OMGOMGOMG- Plus the teasing and banter that you throw in here and there? Absolute GOLD.

But I do agree about Arle on her period would show absolutely zero signs given what we know about her nature. Making Arle feel safe enough to fall asleep in reader's embrace is. SO ADORABLE HUHUFIWHUFWFIOJF;OI;JFJFIOW ARLEEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 It is prime time to spoil her.

"The beach episode that no one asked for" I think I can speak for everybody that it just hasn't been asked for YET because Nobody has cooked it YET. THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD-

Poor reader having to choose to look at either the children having fun and enjoying themselves and Arle's handsome body? Reader you have two eyes and so many Kameras!!!!! Give the children the true family outing experience by shoving the Kamera in their face as they laugh! Unleash the inner pervert by taking all sorts of photos with your husband's bare ABS EXPOSED!!!

"It's my sixth? seventh? Who knows, I lost count" reread of practically your entire fic offerings and I would like to express my continued gratitude. If you need more requests I'll be happy to send some! (I'm not sending requests currently because you might have some on your list and I am not adding on to it)

[I still have. not. done Arle's story quest. I'm not ready for the heartbreak even though it means now I've been farming using the handbook instead of being able to go to the arena. I don't need 100 primogems. I need Clervie and Arle to still be together /copium]

Hi 🍅 anon! Getting your asks always makes me giddy haha. No worries on the radio silence.

First of all, I'd like to say I made the smart descision of staying up until 7AM and then deciding maybe staying up longer isn't a good idea, so I went ahead and slept until I woke up again. My response will be fueled by 3.5 hours of sleep so apologies if it's not coherent.

I'd like to say that you will be seeing more of Dragon AU considering that my 3 out of 8 requests sitting in my inbox are asking for a continuation 😅🤣 which frankly I'm surprised about because there wasn't much Arle in it and it wasn't that good quality of my writing but I guess the inclusion of the trio was nice and the random worldbuilding I threw in there. I don't know why I was so detailed about the fantasy elements.

I like. Highkey forgot that Arlecchino didn't like heavily seasoned food so I had it so that she liked Sumeru food because of the spiciness 😅. Fr I'm a fake fan. I think that's what I put in "Rest Your Worries, Lax Your Heart" (do not ask me how I come up with titles for my requests. You can tell how tired I am after making requests based on how lazy the titles are lmfao).

I also like lowkey forgot about the existence of Kameras. Taking pictures during vacation is not natural to me and kind of forgot that I can actually do that. 🤣 hence why i forgot about including it in "Rest Your Worries, Lax Your Heart." (can you tell this was the part that was very self-indulgent? I wanna touch her abs 😩)

Do the story request, get your heart ripped out like the rest of us. Don't be a coward /j. If you need Clervie and Arlecchino together, don't worry. I do have a domestic Arlevie sitting in my inbox...

Anyways, this makes me super giddy, and was a nice start to my morning. I'm glad that my efforts are worth it and that people like you get to enjoy my work. 🫶 I still have much more to write over the summer. I've looked back on my Google Doc where I compile all the requests and looks like I've written over 20k~ words since starting writing at June 1, and it's been 13 days since (with a 3 day break because of vacation which means on average I write around 2k~ words per day that I'm actively writing). And somehow in that time, I've done 12 requests 😲.

At this rate, by the end of the summer, I will have written enough to have a whole ass novel worth. 🤣 I've never had the commitment for long books so that's why I stick to oneshots. I definetely would write a 100k+ Arlecchino x Reader if I could but sadly I cannot. That bitch would be discontinued by like 25k because I get bored of the plot or something, idk.

Enough rambling ehehe, I really appreciate this ask 🍅 anon. 🫶 do expect me to write daily for a while. much more content to make you (s)cream hehe :D

[green4allseasons]

Green! I've been wanting to ask you this for a few days, but I'm too shy. Today is the day. When did you start shipping Jason with Tim, and what dynamic do you like the most between the two of them? Also, how did you come up with the idea of taking advantage of the YJ series to write about them?

Have a nice week!

Ahhhhh! Oh my goodness, I am SO glad you woke up and decided today was the day! Seeing this message in my inbox gave me all the fuzzies and happy feelings🥺💕! But I also completely get it; there are so many cool people in this space that I want to send asks to, but I am also shy and have yet to. This may be the thing that encourages me to do so!

As for your first question, I actually found out about the JayTim ship in kind of a roundabout way. I've been a DC fan for many years (particularly the animated movies and shows) but never really thought more about the other universe-wide ships than a casual "oh, that's nice" for most of them. But then, a few years ago, I came across a stunning fanart that was actually JayDick (If you can believe it!!), and my thoughts were, "OH! That's nice!!👀" Insert many Google searches later, a foray into Tumblr, and my first experience getting into Fandom spaces, and that's where I found a fanart for JayTim, and let's say my mind just spasmed "ahdfdfdsfsdf," and I was sold.

As for "what" exactly sold me on their dynamic? It's funny because I am not usually an enemies-to-lovers fan (friends-to-lovers is much more my jam). But for Tim and Jason?? It just works. I also am a sucker for angst, and pining, and good old fashion snarky banter. But honestly? I think what really got me was the absolute "ride or die" way that they care about each other when depicted in fandom and even platonically in canon. I know "ride or die" could be applied to a lot of ships, but I think that these two would go to far more extraordinary lengths to protect each other than, say, some other characters (particularly those of whom are hindered by their moral code). Both of these characters are consistently shown to be greyer than not, but just go about it in completely different ways. I've always been more attached to gray characters in fiction, so when there are TWO of them? It's just the chef's kiss. TL;DR They are both just MESSY and yet competent AF and I love it.

But even with my attachment to them, I never considered writing fanfiction! I've only ever written original stories. I don't even know why I didn't consider it because I've loved reading fanfiction since I was as old enough to navigate a computer (a LONG time😅). But suddenly, a little over a year ago, I was re-watching all of Young Justice while simultaneously watching the new season, and BAM! Two very specific scenes came up in my head (One that has already been written about in Part 1 and another that has yet to be shown in Part 2), and I could just Not. Stop. Thinking. About. It. I'm serious. Those two scenes kept me awake at night, the brain rot was all consuming, and I got that feeling that all writers have felt a time or two where if they didn't jot it down in that moment, they'd just implode!!

So, of course my totally normal person response was to immediately sign up for AO3, outline an entire ~40-chapter story around those two scenes right down to the nitty-gritty details, and start uploading.

100K words later and here we are! The rest was history!!! I know this is probably WAY longer than you ever anticipated 🤣 but THANK YOU for asking me! I hope I didn't scare you away with the essay. I have just loved these characters, the JayTim fandom, and my first experience writing fanfiction so much, and all it takes is a little question for me to go on a gush about it!!

[lyranova]

Hiya Lyra~! I'm kicking down the door to your inbox to send you some love. Saw the thing about filling your inbox so I'm gonna do it, with love~! 💖

I wanna let you know that you have a fun writing style and I love the way you're always building other up when you talk to them (me included, heh). I love chatting with you and I love seeing the things you come up with. Your taste in music is good too (btw, thanks for recommending those kpop groups to me a while back. Still not gonna outdo jpop in my mind but my horizons have widened).

Also also, I've loved reading Children of the Future~! And I still kinda am reading it. Time to read the epilogue has been eluding me...

We don't get a lot of time with all the families but you do a good job of giving each group strong moments here and here. It's enough to satisfy but still leaves room for more, you know?

FINALLY! I'm going to make you choose between two things... Mwah ha ha ha!

If you were forced to write Neva having to lose either Yuno (romantic partner) or William (family-esque bond), who would you choose? (Maybe she has memory loss that's erased one of the men from her mind or she has to make a choice between who to save and the one she doesn't rescue doesn't make it.)

I know this is a lot to throw at you. Sorry for that. But I wanted to do so many things and decided against bombing your inbox with multiple asks. Heh, my bad.

AGWJJWJWWJHW ERIKA 🥺😭🙈💕💕!!

(Sorry I’m just now getting to this even though this was sent a while ago, I was catching up on writing the past few days and wanted to sit down and answer this when I was done 😅!)

Aaahhh thank you so much 🥺🤧💕! I’m so glad you think my writing style is fun 🥺 and I really enjoy talking to you as well and ofc I’m going to build everyone up, you all deserve it so much because you’re all just that amazing 😁! Agwjkwkwhwhwjw this is the first time anyone has told me I had good taste in music 😳, I’m not even kidding I’ve had more people tell me my taste is terrible than good so this compliment just aaaaahhhh thank you 😭💕💕!! (Ofc and if you ever need any more recommendations I’ll be more than happy to share some with you 😁, hehe Jpop is good too I’ll listen to them sometimes but it’s mainly anime or video game openings 😂!)

Aaaahhh thank you I’m so glad you enjoyed reading COTF 🥺😭! I always woke up to your reblogs and comments on them and they’d just make my day 😁! Yeah I totally understand that, and I had fully intended to give each family more moments, but the plot got away from me a bit 😅. Luckily I plan on fixing that 👀🥰!

Ooo this is interesting 👀🤔!

In a way it would depend on how she loses them. If it were due to her losing her memory, then I would have to go with Yuno because Angst (I may use this idea someday hehe 👀) 😭! If it were her having to choose someone to save…I think she’d let William die 😔.

Funny enough if William had died in Spade it would have worked in my favor with “Fractured” and with the angst, and I actually had a lot of ideas if that did happen, but because he didn’t I had to alter it a bit 😂!

Ahwjjw no worries I don’t mind that there’s a lot and I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to answer 🥺! But thank you for asking 🥰!

[under-and-over-the-moon]

Hunger IX | Hyunjin

*Please first read the previous parts for context, which you can find here *

pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

word count: 7.8k

genre: historical!au, fantasy!au, soulmate!au, fluff, angst, smut (but not in this chapter)

warnings: some angst, reader is still not doing well physically or mentally, Cyrus 😡, mentions of pregnancy

A/N: After many weeks here is chapter 9! I thought this was going to be 3k and…it is not😅 Also, guess who has six wives 👀

Minors DNI/DNF/Do Not Read

Comments, questions, and theories always appreciated! 😊

~~~

The next morning you woke up to the feeling of Hyunjin’s fingers, as light as sunrays, trailing across the skin on your back. His other hand held your head securely against his bare chest where the sides of his shirt were still separated, and you felt your head rise and fall with his breathing, the steady thump of his heart against your ear. 

The lightness in his touch told you that he was being careful to not wake you, but as his fingers made another pass over your lower back, your skin sensitive in the way it only had ever been to his hands, the touch felt so light as to be overwhelming. It teased, leaving your skin tingling. You giggled, and you immediately heard his heart rate pick up.

“That tickles,” you muttered, now moving your head up to make eye contact with him, his smile soft in the gentle morning light that permeated the hide walls.

“Sorry, baby,” he whispered, immediately stopping his hand as he leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

“How are you feeling?” he asked. He had clearly been sitting with this question for a while, smashed uncomfortably next to it as you lay asleep.

You still could feel the weakness in your wrists, an exhaustion in your bones, but you felt…better. Maybe it was the full night of sleep, or Hyunjin’s affections stitching you back together like his skillful hands, but you felt a little more solid, a little more yourself. Not like vapor threatening to disperse with the slightest of winds. 

“I’m better, I think,” you replied, and you immediately saw the tension melt from his shoulders as his soul spread the occupy the spaces that worry had previously stolen. He beamed, fully, wholeheartedly, and squeezed you just a little closer.

“I’m so glad,” he said, and you could hear how happy he was, his voice taking on that playful tone you loved so much, but so rarely heard. It was purely him, without all the strain.

“Maybe we can try some slightly more substantial food today? Maybe some porridge in the morning and then a soup later? But this time with meat and noodles and vegetables?” he continued, clearly delighted by the spectrum of slightly-less-bland food that had opened to you.

“That sounds perfect,” you said, leaning forward to kiss him. He melted into it, his muscles relaxing the rest of the way, pliant beneath your hands. You then broke away, pushing a few strands of loose hair behind his ears as he gazed down at you, eyes crinkled.

“How are you doing?” you asked, “The last few days have been a lot for you too.”

You broke eye contact with him for just a moment, gazing down at a blue swirl on his chest, running your fingers lightly across where the ink bloomed. He shivered under your touch.

The priest’s words had cast light upon the inky lines of your destiny, softening the edges of your guilt about the choices that you had made, but it had been replaced by a new type of guilt - you knew how drained and hurt Hyunjin must be from his father’s fury, but he still was having to dote on you, worry about you. You felt like a burden. 

“I feel bad that somehow I’m always making things more difficult for you,” you continued with a sigh, “Making you take care of me, adding to your stress. You need rest too.”

He gently placed his fingers below your chin, lifting your eyes back up to his. They were sincere.

“Baby, you aren’t making me do anything. I want to take care of you. I’ve been…desperate to have the opportunity to take care of you like this. Especially after…so many months by yourself. And you’re only this tired because you’re growing a child inside you…which…”

He paused, that arrogance flashing, for just a moment, before the softness returned.

“…I certainly had a part in,” he continued, “So never worry about that.”

You lifted your hand to his cheek, and he nuzzled into it, joy still crinkling his eyes as he closed them. And while he looked so happy in the moment, you knew there was something bothering him from how he was dodging your question

“Really, though, baby, how are you doing?” you asked again, as gently as you could.

He re-opened his eyes, emotion swirling behind them like storm-clouds. And then, that spark.

“I’m good…it was just…a lot to process. With my father.”

He paused for a moment, flames licking at his irises before he regained control.

“I’ve never been this angry,” he continued, “When you told me how he treated you, how he kept you during those days, how you slept on the floor, without even a pillow, and then how…”

He looked down, squeezing his eyes closed as his hair fell over his face. You instinctively wrapped yourself around him, placing a single kiss on the skin of his chest, comforting him as he wrestled with himself in the moment.

“…how he threatened our child…” he finished, his voice cracking on the last word.

And, for just a second, you felt as if the world had fallen out from under you, that it was only you and the atmosphere, with no line between. But then Hyunjin again spoke, and you were brought back to him, his skin, his steady heartbeat.

“I’ll never forgive him for that. I don’t really know how to…carry it. This is my home – my family is here, my mother, my history, but…how do I live with him? Even today, I don’t know how I’ll be able to handle seeing him…”

He looked away from you for a moment, his eyebrows knitting together before you moved your thumb across his cheek, drawing him back to you.

He turned to you again, his innate gentleness having extinguished the fire in him. You dropped your hand from his face, moving to nuzzle yourself beneath his chin, placing a single kiss on his neck.

“I know how much all of this is – so much pain, so much stress. But I’ll be right there with you today,” you promised, “Every second.”

“Will that be too much for you though?” he said, drawing nervous circles against your waist, “Are you sure you’re up to it? If you’re feeling too tired, or sick at all, I can call my mother or one of my aunts to come take care of you while I’m away, and I’d come back to check – “

“I’ll be there,” you repeated, “I didn’t do the job I was supposed to do, so I can at least advise on how to fix things. And I…don’t ever want to be separated from you again.”

“I don’t either,” he responded, “But also, I don’t want you to go just for me. If you need to rest, please rest. I can handle it.”

He gave you a smile, meant to be reassuring, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes or all the way across his lips.

“Honestly, Hyunjin, I want to go as much for you as I do for me. To hang onto that part of myself, to prove to myself that I can still be who I was in addition to who am I now.”

He nodded, understanding, but you still saw the tension in his brow, the worry in the way the edges of his eyes crinkled.

“Okay,” he said, “But if you don’t feel well at any point, you’ll let me know? Promise?”

“I promise,” you replied, running your fingers across his forehead to smooth out the tension. And, in their wake, was a new brightness. A new type of spark, not of anger, but of possibility.

“Even with everything, though…” he continued, beaming, “I’m mostly excited. Excited to get things sorted so that we can just settle into making a life together. Finally have our exquisitely boring day.”

“Same,” you said, “I can’t wait to have a day with nothing to do. To just stay in bed all day.”

“We’re almost there, baby,” he said, pulling you closer to him as he kissed your cheek, “So, does porridge sound good? Do you want an egg with it? Tea?”

“All of the above, please,” you said, “Thank you, baby.”

He kissed you once more, on the top of your head, whispering, “I’ll be right back,” before wiggling out from under you, and placing your head gently on the pillow.

“Just rest for me, okay?” he asked, a plea in his eyes.

You nodded, closing your eyes and dozing off as you heard his footsteps fade.

~~~

An hour or so later, now well-fed, you squinted in the harsh sun, your eyes burning even as your cheeks froze in the wind. Hyunjin had insisted on swaddling you in layers and layers of furs, but you still felt the chill in your bones, the air biting at any exposed skin.

The city had returned to the way it had been the last time you had walked through it during the day – lanterns extinguished, windows shuttered, ice against mud. But after what you had seen the previous night, you now you could feel the hum of life beneath it, a gentle thaw to the chill.

You imagined families huddled inside, cozy, drinking tea, waking up. And you indulged yourself in picturing how you, Hyunjin, and your child would be just like them soon.

It was almost in your grasp, and yet –

“The meeting should be here,” said Hyunjin, gesturing towards a massive tent in front of you, dwarfing all those that surrounded it. It was admittedly imposing, but it seemed a bit strange that Cyrus would choose to meet in a tent when he had built an entire palace in which to run his affairs.

“My father has a palace, yes,” said Hyunjin, reading your question from the slope of your brows, “But for strategic decisions as important as this – he prefers to meet as his ancestors did, in a traditional tent. He thinks it will allow him to call on their energy, their wisdom.”

You nodded, taking in the harsh white lines of the roof against the faded flat blue of the cloudless sky. And then you felt Hyunjin’s fingers gently weave themselves in yours. You turned to him.

“You ready?” he asked, the question just hovering over a sigh.

You nodded. “You?”

He nodded back, giving you a feeble smile before throwing back the hide opening at the entrance.

 ~~~

The interior of the tent was cast in darkness, not because of its inherent dimness, but from the way the brightness of the sun had tattooed shadows onto your eyes. You struggled to make out any shapes or colors in front of you.

Instead, the contours of the scene were drawn for you by whispers.

They arose in the shape of a circle in the space in front of you, woven together by dozens of different voices. The sound reminded you of the dinner hosted by your parents in your home city, where the advisors had looked at you with disdain, letting their mockery tumble from their mouths in a buzz of hushed tones.

But this time, it was a buzz of wonder, not of judgement.

As the shadows dissipated into reality, you first noticed the whites of eyes. They stared at you and Hyunjin, wide, almost fearful, trying to decipher some kind of holiness in you. You saw the way they darted to the color that bloomed, just barely visible, at the place where the sides of Hyunjin’s shirt crossed. 

As you suspected, there were about two dozen people in the room, both men and a few women. They were seated in a ring around a massive wooden table, a map of stone inlaid into its center. The precious blue stone from the palace floor filled the seas, lakes, and rivers, connected by landmasses of drab beige limestone. They were polished to a sheen from years of fingers tracing paths along their surface. Your eyes traced a line from the eastern capital, along the river, over the grasslands, to your home, and then to Hyunjin’s: the timeline of months of your life, invisible against the cold rock, that had brought you to this moment.

The walls of the tent were covered with layers and layers of the finest pelts, in shades of ash-gray, chestnut, and rich deep brown, as much for show as for insulation against the cold air outside. They were hung up until where the white sides of the tent sloped inwards, the pinnacle of the roof soaring above you.

And, directly in front of you, sat Cyrus. His eyes were slightly narrowed, his disdain for Hyunjin evident in how he scrunched up his nose at Hyunjin’s entrance, as if Hyunjin were a slab of meat left too long in the sun. He tapped his fingers on the table, impatient to start the day’s proceedings. 

To his right and left were three much younger men, draped in furs almost identical to those of Cyrus. The two to the right looked much like him - they were compact, muscular, masculine. The man closest to him had curly hair, and the one to his left was slightly shorter, but equally broad. And while the man to Cyrus’ right didn’t look much like him – his features were delicate, almost feline in their beauty – his eyes perfectly captured Cyrus’ harsh, calculating gaze. Hyunjin’s older brothers, if you had to guess.

And then you saw, slumped in a chair positioned against the wall of the tent, the high priest. He looked exhausted and almost…irritated. As if he was being forced to go to a party he never wanted to attend.

You turned to Hyunjin, trying to gauge from his expression if it was normal for the priest to participate in political affairs. But when you saw the way Hyunjin’s eyes were wide, drinking in his surroundings, scanning the room, you realized that this space was new to him too. He had never been allowed in meetings like this before. 

Still, even with everything new to process, you saw how his eyes caught on Cyrus, narrowing. You gave his hand a quick squeeze of encouragement, catching his eyes for a moment. They softened at your touch, and you turned back to the ring in front of you.

And so, just as you had during countless other negotiations when you needed to quickly discern the balance of power in the room, your eyes darted between Cyrus and the priest, trying to read the energy between them. The way Cyrus’ eyes flicked back to the priest every few seconds made you think that this was not the norm – that this was an audit.

After a few seconds, Hyunjin gently pulled you to two empty seats around the circle, the eyes of those in the circle following you the entire time. As you sat, Cyrus cleared his throat, and the whispers immediately fell to silence, extinguished against tongues.

~~~

“As I’m sure you all know by now,” Cyrus began, standing up from his seat to his full height, “Our Hyunjin has been touched by the gods.”

Those in the circle exchanged quick glances, the rumors now confirmed, while Cyrus cast one nervous glance at the priest, whose expression was neutral, but seemingly not dissatisfied.

“And we rejoice in that,” Cyrus continued as he turned back to the group, tone anything by joyful, “That he has taken a wife a wife as the gods intended. But, of course, Hyunjin was promised in marriage to Lia, daughter of the eastern king, as part of a deal that would open the eastern port to us to extend out influence to the east, and the central trade routes to them. So we now find ourselves without the pin that holds that deal together. We meet today to define a path forward.”

“I’ve asked that all the most important members of our clan be present today, to participate in laying out our new plan. This includes, of course, my sons, Chan, Minho and Changbin,” he said, gesturing to the three men seated directly next to him, “I am pleased that Chan and Changbin were able to make such a quick recovery from their illnesses yesterday and join us. And today, as a special honor, we have been graced by the presence of our high priest.”

The priest inclined his head just slightly, acknowledging Cyrus’ words, but clearly not feeling that being it was much of an honor.

And then, finally, Cyrus turned to the two of you, eyes hard, tone acidic.

“And we are joined as well by the couple themselves,” he continued, “Hyunjin and his new wife, who ironically, was actually supposed to secure this alliance.”

He laughed without warmth, but it still rippled through the circle in clipped chuckles. The group had learned it was safest to humor him.

“She was originally sent to us by our neighbor to the north to secure Hyunjin’s marriage with Lia. Her father, leader of that clan, assured me that she was an expert at these sort of negotiations, of smoothing out even the most complex of diplomatic issues.”

His eyes locked on you, and there was a spark of a predator in them, the joy of cornering prey.

“So, wife of Hyunjin, how do we fix this?”

You knew he was trying to make this as difficult as possible for you, to force you to explain how you would fix it, in as public a setting as possible. He wanted you to fail, and for that failure to echo. It was a show of strength. 

But you suspected that, perhaps, it was more bravado to cover weakness than true advantage – Cyrus was far better at waging war than he was at diplomacy, and he likely knew that he needed input from someone more familiar with the customs of the eastern kingdom. Regardless of his intentions, he had put you through too much to ruffle you with this petty challenge. Next to the possibility of losing Hyunjin and your child – this was nothing.

“Well,” you explained, trying to inject your tone with as much nonchalant confidence as possible, “If we want to maintain this alliance and not incur any losses, we’ll need a replacement for Hyunjin. Someone who the princess can adore…The contract specifies Hyunjin, so there’s no guarantee that they would accept someone else, but I get the sense that the king is willing to bend if Lia were to ask for it. But you’ll need…someone warm, charming, charismatic. Someone who will woo her. And someone of a high enough ranking to show respect, to appease the king’s ego. Even if Lia absolutely loves him, if he’s not of a sufficient ranking, the king won’t accept.”

You looked around the table, trying and failing to find anyone who you thought could win the princess’ affections. The issue wasn’t that no one was attractive – there were quite a number of strong, handsome men seated around the table – but there was nothing light or warm in their expression, nothing that would draw in and entertain a princess like Lia. They has been molded by, and were suited to, the culture on the plains, not the whimsy and subtlety of court life.

“Is there…anyone in the clan who might fit that description?” you asked, trying to smother the doubt in your voice.

“All of my elder sons are married,” responded Cyrus, “Changbin was the last to do so, just married last month. And while in our clan we permit men more than one wife, I would imagine that the king would not want his daughter to be anything other than someone’s one-and-only.”

You nodded, saying, “Yes, any suitor would need to be unwed.”

Minho sat back, crossing his arms, before looking to Cyrus.

“Father,” he said, “It has to be Jisung.”

Cyrus’ eyes bulged for a moment before narrowing, a smirk slowly lifting the corner of his mouth.

“Yes...” he replied, “Jisung is a good option. Son of my beloved brother, may he rest peacefully in the skies, who died bravely in battle. My brother was respected and feared, even by those without much knowledge of our clans. To offer his son to the king would be a sufficient showing of respect.”

“And,” added Chan, “I think he would be relatively well-suited to the task described. He can certainly be…”

“Yes, yes,” said Cyrus, more resolute by the second, nodding as he turned to Changbin.

“Changbin,” he said, and Changbin’s eyes immediately snapped to him, ready to follow any orders. Conditioned by years of work, you found yourself scanning him, trying to read if he could ever be your ally. For now, you could only see that there was something childlike in his expression, eager to please, almost playful - it reminded you of Hyunjin. But you knew that Changbin and Hyunjin shared only a father, so how could that come from -

“Go get him,” Cyrus demanded of Changbin, interrupting your thoughts, “And bring him here. The lady from the north can assess if he would do well in this role.”

Changbin nodded, rising quickly from his seat, muttering, “I will return with him shortly, Father,” before departing the tent. As he left, a gust of cold air blew in, nipping at your face before dissipating.

“So,” Cyrus continued, harsh eyes back on you, “Assuming that Jisung is satisfactory…how should we send the convoy?”

“I would suggest sending at least on high-ranking member of your clan,” you said, “It shows that you are serious about this, that you respect the king. Close family members are best too – it conveys a sense of intimacy, or camaraderie. I would suggest you send one or more of your sons.”

“Of course, excluding Hyunjin,” you tacked on hastily.

You glanced over at Hyunjin, and you noticed that his eyes were already on you. You had been worried that you were talking too much, not giving him a chance to speak – even though this was your specialty, the last thing you wanted to do was be another person talking over him. But all you saw in Hyunjin’s expression was pride and relief – even if he had assured you he could handle this meeting by himself, you knew it would have been a struggle for him to navigate alone.

And you realized, too, from how firmly his eyes were glued to you, that part of that relief was that with you speaking, he was able to monitor you. He was intently watching you for any signs of distress or discomfort, ready to escort you home. And perhaps he was also relieved that, in focusing so fully on you, he was able to block out Cyrus.

You gave Hyunjin’s hand a quick squeeze before turning back to Cyrus, awaiting his response.

“Minho leaves in a few weeks with our troops for training exercises in the desert,” said Cyrus, “Those are too important for him to miss. So he wouldn’t be able to join. But I can send Chan and Changbin with him.”

You nodded, and said, “That should work.”

“But…what if Lia doesn’t take to Jisung?” asked Chan, “What do we do then?”

You turned your focus again to Chan. While his immediate impression was that of a leader, focused and intimidating, there was undercurrent of…warmth. You got the sense that, behind closed doors, with his own family, Chan was a different person than the one you saw before you. 

“Do you have any backups? Anyone else who would fit that role?” you responded.

A murmur broke through the circles, as people raised the names of potential suitors and swatted down suggestions.

There was something uncharacteristically troubled in Cyrus’ expression, a shadow haunting his features.

“Even if we do,” interrupted Cyrus, again quieting the room, “It’s still possible that the princess would only accept Hyunjin. She has been set on him since she was young, and he certainly has particular…qualities. What then? Can we still access the port?”

“Likely, no,” you replied bluntly, “I don’t think I have to tell you that a military takeover is out of the question. Even with an army like yours, the distance is too far, the defenses of the capital city too robust to fight to seize the port. And, since they already have access to the central trade routes by the treaty, you lose that as a bargaining chip as well.”

“Wasn’t the king the one who sent him away, though?” chimed in Chan, “We might not be sending him back, but…how are we the only ones breaking the deal? Why does he get to retain access to the routes but we don’t if neither side properly upheld the marriage?”

“That may be so…” you replied, “But we have no proof that he sent Hyunjin away. From the outside, Hyunjin left the capital without an explicit, legal order. And he’s now here, with his other wife, who is pregnant with his child, who obviously would have had to be conceived prior to his marriage to Lia. That doesn’t weave a convincing story that this separation is the fault of the king. So, legally, he has done his part, but this clan hasn’t.”

“Yes…” sneered Cyrus, sharp gaze whipping towards Hyunjin, “Wouldn’t it have been nice if Hyunjin had left us in a better place, required some kind of proof of the king’s orders? Or at least done something…what a - ”

The priest cleared his throat. A warning.

Cyrus shrunk back, stinging from the reprimand.

“So assuming that the treaty is still binding,” he continued, voice just a fraction weaker, “And that it seems only we didn’t uphold out part – if we can’t access the port, we can at least drive them out. We have the military power for it.”

“That’s not wise,” you retorted, “Even if you have the military might to do it, if you rescind that privilege, none of the southern kingdom or other clans will ever want to make a deal with you. You’ll be a pariah in the international community. Not to be trusted. That leaves you too exposed long-term. It’s better to just cut your losses at that point.” 

“So,” continued Chan, summarizing, “Really our only options are to hope that Jisung can convince the princess. Or get someone strong enough as a backup. Jeongin?”

Minho sneered. He was, indeed, so much like his father.

“Jeongin may be of age for marriage, he might have the same lineage as Jisung, but he is nowhere near mature enough for marriage. There’s no way he could seduce the princess.”

“So we train him for it,” suggested Chan, “I mean, Hyunjin had his own…training for the marriage right? We can just extend that training for Jeongin, make it a little more…extensive.”

The room descended again into decentralized chatter, shouted suggestions and even louder dismissals joining together into a buzz that filled the whole tent, up to the very pinnacle.

And, as the sound intensified, you felt almost as if the buzz had spread into your own mind, your hearing growing muffled against the din, your vision turning cloudy. Like a fog had permeated through your skin, your bones, grabbing at the core of you.

But still you heard, the words blurring together in your head, Hyunjin’s voice call out to the group, saying:

“Why don’t we take a break? While we wait for Jisung. We can’t move forward in our planning until he arrives.”

“Excellent idea, Hyunjin,” agreed the priest, “Cyrus, we should break.”

And, after a grumble of assent from Cyrus, you felt Hyunjin’s hand on your cheek. His eyes, full of worry, slowly slid into focus.

“Baby…” he whispered, brows knit together, “You okay?”

His voice was muffled, your mind only catching the edges of the sounds, not their meaning.

“Baby?” he repeated, “Can you hear me?”

This time, the edges melted inwards, filling in the letters, giving them substance. And so you nodded your head against his hand, allowing your eyes to close.

“Yeah,” you whispered, “I think I’m just…a little out of it.”

“I’ll take you home,” he said, pushing back his chair, “Right now. So you can rest.”

“No, no,” you insisted, placing a hand on his knee to stop him from standing, “I’m fine, really. I just need a second.”

You looked at you, troubled, trying to decide if he would fight you on this, insist that you go back. And so you repeated, gently, “I want to stay, Hyunjin, I’ll be okay.”

He bit the inside of his lip, clearly not fully convinced, but you knew he wouldn’t go against your direct request.

“Can I hold you then?” he asked, “Let you rest against me for a bit? So you can at least relax?”

“Here?” you said, breaking eye contact with him for a moment to glance around the room his the clanspeople, his brothers, the priest, Cyrus.

“Here,” he confirmed, “I don’t care. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“And…” he said, a mischievous glint to the spark in his eyes, “My father already thinks I’m shameful, so I might as well be shameless, right?”

“Okay,” you replied, smiling, “Then let’s be shameless.”

He reached over, pulling you into his lap, and you let your head fall back against his chest. People looked over at you as you readjusted on top of him, their eyes widening slightly, their jaws just beginning to drop at the intimacy on display, but they quickly readjusted, turning away. There was a hint of reverence in the way they seemed to be giving you privacy, and you remembered that their main knowledge of you was that you had been touched by the gods. And if Cyrus would push aside his plans for that, perhaps a separate set of rules applied to the two of you.

As you closed your eyes, you felt one hand caressing your belly, the other stroking your hair, as he whispered, so quiet that only you would hear:

“I’m right here, I got you, it’s okay baby, you can relax.” 

And so you did, Hyunjin supporting your weight as the tension in your muscles dissipated.

When you reopened your eyes a few minutes later, you saw, directly across from you, the priest. His eyes were fixated on you, brows were knit together, the line of his lips tense.

But you pushed this aside, closing your eyes again, allowing yourself to doze off as Hyunjin hummed softly to you, his hands still in your hair.

~~~

A cold breeze again nipped at your face, pulling you out of your comfortable daze. You opened your eyes to see that Changbin had returned. Behind him was a man, short and wide like his cousins, but with honeyed hair. He smiled to the group as he entered the room, bowing slightly at various points in the circle as he walked. And when his eyes caught on Hyunjin, with you still nestled in his lap, his eyebrows rose in surprise before falling almost immediately, his smile spreading wider. 

“Hyunjin!” Jisung called, “So it is true!”

“I heard the rumors,” he continued, speaking quickly, almost in a frenzy, “But I thought it might just be gossip, but to see you both here it’s –   “

Cyrus cleared his throat aggressively, interrupting the reunion.

“Oh sorry, Uncle,” said Jisung, embarrassed, bowing again, “You called for me? Can I help with something?”

“Yes, Jisung,” responded Cyrus, “I think you might be uniquely positioned to help.”

Jisung nodded, his smile fading into focus, “How can I be of service?”

“We need a replacement for Hyunjin, to wed the princess, to maintain the alliance with the eastern kingdom. And it has been decided that you would be the best suited to this.”

Jisung paused for a moment, readjusting as the axis of his future shifted. But he found his balance quickly, nodding resolutely.

“If you are certain that I would be the best for the task…then I will go. But…are you sure? That I am the best suited?”

Cyrus turned to you, asking, “Well, what do you think?”

Jisung hadn’t said much, but you could see why Minho had suggested him. You had a rare glimpse into the true Lia when she had come to you for advice in the capital, cracked open by her desperation to make Hyunjin want her, and you knew that what she really wanted was to be seen, to be truly valued, as she was. To be a first choice. 

And there was something about Jisung’s way of interacting with the group – and of genuinely acknowledging Hyunjin in a way that no one else, not even his brothers, had – that made you confident he could do that for her. You could clearly imagine him, gently caressing her in bed, his full attention on her. And more importantly, you could imagine him at a state dinner still talking to her, laughing with her, even when everyone else was fully focused on gaining favor with senior officials.

“I think he would do well,” you said, giving Jisung a smile. He returned it.

Cyrus nodded, and the discussion turned to logistics, timelines. When Jisung would leave, when Changbin and Chan would return. By when Jisung would need to give her an heir to secure the alliance. When Cyrus would need to inform the king that Jisung was on his way, and how honest he should be in his message.

The discussion dragged on, seemingly for hours, and you zoned in and out. You chimed in when someone asked you a direct question, but you were struggling to stay fully present in the room, to follow all the threads of conversation. Perhaps a meeting like this had been more than you could handle.

And then finally, you heard, above the words that all seemed to meld together, the voice of the priest.

“I think we should stop here, for today,” he said, expression serious, “We can continue our discussion at a later time.”

“But we still have much left to discuss, your holiness - ” protested Cyrus.

“It’s enough for today, Cyrus,” he repeated, tone harsh. Another warning.

“Fine,” said Cyrus, failing to keep the frustration out of his voice, “We will end our meeting for today. But we will need to meet again promptly. I will call you all again soon.”

The room again broke out into a low buzz, now punctuated by the scraping of chair and the brush of fabric as people exited the tent, only after bowing briefly to Cyrus. 

“Let’s get you home to rest, okay?” whispered Hyunjin in your ear, “I’ll get you some dinner and then we can go to sleep early? This must have been a lot for you.”

He wrapped he again in your furs before gently helping you up, his arms supporting you as your legs wobbled beneath you. But as you turned to the opening to leave, you saw the priest, both of his hands planted on a cane in from of him, blocking your path.

“Come with me,” he said, expression dark, “I need you both.”

“Your holiness,” said Hyunjin, “Could this wait until tomorrow? My wife is tired, she needs to rest.”

“I’m afraid not, Hyunjin,” the priest responded, “It’s best if we don’t wait. Please, follow me.”

And so you did as you were told, following the priest, with Hyunjin supporting you the whole time. He wove through tents in the pale light, the sky half day and half night, before stopping suddenly before a plain white tent, identical to the ones around it.

“My tent,” the priest explained, pulling open the entrance, “Please, go inside.”

Hyunjin nodded, and the two of you ducked through the opening. The interior was pitch black, but it felt surprisingly warm, as if a fire had just been extinguished. You heard the priest enter behind you, and then the sound of him rustling around in the corner, but with no picture of what he was actually doing. Hyunjin pulled you closer.

“I’m sorry, your holiness,” he asked tentatively, “But…why are we here?”

And then, suddenly, there was a flash of blue, and you saw the priest’s face, now half cool light and half shadow, a small blue flame in his hands. With one hand protecting it from any gusts of wind, he leaned over, and the blue spread from a single flame to a gentle fire that made no sound.

“We need to perform your wedding rites,” he responded as he stood up again, throwing the match to the side, his eyes carefully watching the flames as they grew.

“But – we were hoping that, when we did our rites, we could do it in a proper ceremony? With our families? Is there a rush?”

“I’m sorry, Hyunjin, Lady Hwang,” he sighed, “But you…it’s important that we do these now, as soon as possible. You can have the celebration part of the sacrament later. I’m sorry it has to be like this but…trust me, it’s better this way.”

You could see a question at the tip of Hyunjin’s tongue, but he swallowed it back, simply nodding. He wanted to get you home as soon as possible, and he knew anything he said would only delay that.

At Hyunjin’s confirmation, the priest grabbed at both of your wrists, pulling them together and rotating them so that your hands faced opposite directions.

“Clasp each other’s arms,” he instructed.

With one hand still on your back to support you, Hyunjin slowly gripped your forearm with the other When he felt how your arm shook in his hand, he starting slowly drawing circles with his thumb, mouthing to you, “You okay?” You nodded, giving him a reassuring smile, and as you gripped his arm, he smiled back, the worry momentarily melting from his eyes.

“Good,” said the priest.

And then he began chanting, fanning at the flames, drawing plumes of smoke that rose in a rich deep blue. They then began to snake through the air, seemingly of their own accord, in a circles around your wrists, moving closer and closer to the skin as the ring tightened. And as soon as they reached your skin, they turned a deep red, before disappearing entirely, the room left only with darkness and flames.

The priest nodded, stepping back.

“It’s complete,” he said.

“That fast?” asked Hyunjin, “The weddings I’ve been to have taken hours…”

“That’s all ceremony and no substance,” replied the priest, “This is the core of the rite, the part actually relevant to the gods. So now you two are officially husband and wife.”

Even with the exhaustion on his face, the priest beamed at you, and said, “Congratulations on your marriage.”

You knew you should feel different, but it all had happened so quickly, and so confusingly, on top of your exhaustion, that you were having trouble processing that the rite had even been performed. Stripped of the ceremony, your feeble human mind couldn’t quite make sense of it. But still, as Hyunjin pulled you to his chest, your head tucked under his chin, you couldn’t help but smile. Your husband.

But then, the priest’s smile dropped, and his eyes flicked back to Hyunjin.

“You should get her home,” he stated, “Now that everything is done – she needs rest.”

Hyunjin nodded, and then turned back to you, arms outstretched. 

“Can I carry you?” he asked.

And then that spark, again, of mischief.

“Bridal style?”

You laughed, shaking your head at his corniness, but you would humor him this time. And, besides, you didn’t know if you could handle the walk back.

So you beamed back at him, holding out your arms, “Take me home, husband.”

~~~

When you arrived back at your tent, Hyunjin laid you gently onto the bed, gathering your blankets and kissing you on the forehead. 

“You can just take a little nap,” he said, smiling as he tucked a blanket under your chin, “I’ll be right back, just want to get you a little bit of dinner before you sleep.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and allowing your head to sink into the pillow, your limbs into the soft mattress. A few minutes later, Hyunjin returned with a bowl of noodles in soup, gently transferring it over to you. It warmed your hands, but not so much that your palms burned.

“It’s simple,” he said, shrugging, “I wanted to make you something a little more elaborate but it’s already so late, and I know how tired you are.”

“Thank you, Hyunjin,” you said, taking your first mouthful, “This is perfect. I don’t think I’m up for anything too rich right now anyhow.”

You paused for a moment, a question springing into your mind.

“That was…a little weird, right? With the priest? It usually doesn’t go like that?”

Hyunjin shook his head, his hands smoothing out the blankets over your thighs.

“No, I’ve never seen a rite quite like that, or that abrupt. I was going to ask him some more questions, but I saw how exhausted you were. I just wanted to get you home as fast as possible so that you could lie down. And honestly, at this point I don’t even know what to ask? Or what’s worth asking? We’re so far from the realm of ‘normal’ that when something strange happens I just kind of go with it,” he shrugged.

You nodded, “Maybe the ritual we did in the capital was incomplete without that? So the priest is just trying to make sure everything is set so we don’t accidentally upset the gods?”

“That’s very possible. I was working from legends after all,” he said, chuckling, “Lots of guesswork going on there. So I almost certainly missed something.”

“Well, I quite enjoyed your version of the sacrament, fully correct or not,” you teased, and you saw him light up at the compliment, “And your version clearly did something…Your burn disappeared right? And, either way, we should be set now.”

“I’m…sorry you didn’t get to have your ceremony though,” he said quietly, looking down for a moment, “I promise though, we’ll have one. When you’re feeling fully back to normal.” 

“I would love that, and I love you Hyunjin, but…” you replied, “If it doesn’t work next time, perhaps we should just give up? I meant if it takes more than three weddings…”

“Maybe the gods just really don’t want us to have the ‘ceremony’, only the ‘substance’” you chuckled, echoing the priest’s dismissive tone.

“Yes he certainly does not put much stock in the celebratory aspect of things,” he laughed, “But I still want that for us. It’s been a tough couple of months, but we certainly still have so much to celebrate.”

His gaze moved downwards, his hands moving lovingly over your bump, before noticing your now-empty bowl.

“Let me take that for you,” he said, reaching out, “I’ll put it in the kitchen and then be right back.”

When he returned, he slid into bed with you, nestling himself beneath the blankets, his head hitting the pillow next to yours. He smiled at you sweetly, his hand on your cheek, before leaning in and kissing you long and hard. And even though he pulled his body against yours, the kiss itself felt almost chaste, devoid of the passion you were used to from him.

You were taken aback for a moment, before you realized that he was being intentionally careful with his touch. This was, after all, technically your wedding night. Even though you clearly had already consummated your relationship, there still would normally be the expectation that you would consummate it again, now officially. But, knowing how exhausted you were, how you weren’t quite yourself, he was being careful not to initiate anything. To not give you anything you felt you had to reciprocate.

And even though at your core all you wanted was to nuzzle into him, to let him bury himself inside you, you were grateful to him for holding back – today, you really weren’t up to it.

He instead just snuggled into you, holding you firmly against his chest, and, after placing a single kiss on your forehead, he whispered, “Good night, wife.”

“Night, baby…” you muttered, nestling your face against his neck, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he replied, “So much.”

Safe in his embrace, you dozed off, the whole world just your husband, his warmth, and his beating heart.

~~~

The following morning you awoke  to Hyunjin’s arms still soft around you, expression peaceful. He was still asleep.

You tried to lay your head down again as gently as possible as to not disturb him, but he was as sensitive to your touch as you were to his – only the lightest brush of your hair against his chest, and he was fully awake.

“Good morning, baby,” he said, leaning in to kiss you, “How are you feeling?”

“Wiped,” you responded, “But not too bad.”

“We should be able to have a pretty calm day today, unless Cyrus calls us again. But even then...you should maybe stay home to rest,” he said gently, “I think a full day of relaxation would help you recover, feel a bit better...Can I get you some tea to start maybe?”

You nodded, and he shifted from beneath you, placing your head against the pillows.

“I’ll be back in a minute, baby,” he whispered, before turning from you.

And, just as he disappeared from view, you felt the fog from the day before encroach on your mind, the clash of pans fading to silence, the walls of the tent to a flat gray.

~~~

When Hyunjin re-entered the room, he saw the way your eyes were now distant, staring at some unknown point past the wall, the tears that streamed down your face. But your cheeks were numb to the paths that they drew. You didn’t even notice.

Immediately he came to you, crouching down as he took your hand in his.

“Hey baby,” he said gently, his thumb gently drawing circles on your palm, “Are you able to come back to me for a second?”’

Your eyes snapped to his, your expression still blank, unable to paint a semblance of emotion on it to reassure him, to feign that you were fully there. His eyes were soft, careful. But there was a plea in them.

“Will you let me take you to the healer, baby?”

He gave you a few moments to respond, eyes still gazing into yours, his thumb still drawing circles into your palm. He was patient. He knew you needed the extra time to process, to clear a path through the fog. You managed, will all of your efforts, to give the slightest of nods.

“Thank you,” he breathed, squeezing your hand. The worry was still there, but there was just a glint of relief, a brief spring shower on dry grass. “Can I take you there now?” he asked. 

You felt the mists close in on you again, but before they swallowed you fully, you managed to give him one final nod.

His arms enveloped you along with the gray expanse of nothing.

~~~

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Angst ask, :) (sorry this took long I'm busy with school since it's exam week, but I'm doing my best :D )

(So.. I'm not that good at writing angst so forgive me if it's bad and this will also include the song "Somewhere only we know" Because this ask was inspired by that so Yeaa, also hope you make this into a fic, because this is just a summary of it 😅)

Observer and Scrap were fighting a bunch of raiders, they got seperated because of how many there were. After the fight Observer looks around to find scrap, only finding her laying on the floor, she also realized that there was a lot of blood surrounding her. Observer took a look at Scrap and froze, scrap had been stabbed straight to the chest, now there was a big open wound that was cause of the bloodloss, she was also coughing up blood which was not a good sign. Observer picks up scrap in her arms and quickly tries to create a portal, but was stopped when scrap suddenly spoke "You know.. there's no point right? , a wound like this.. can't be healed, with any arepa" She chuckled weakly, her voice was raspy and weak "Shut it scrap, I'm literally trying to save your life right now" She was about to try again, but again she was stopped, scrap was singing a song that they both knew, this was a song that was introduced to them by Modern! Mirabel and a song that was a special and comforting song for both of them "I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin" she coughed up a bit of blood " And if you have a minute why don't we go?... Talk about it somewhere only we know? " Her voice was becoming quieter and she was now coughing up more blood, "This could be the end of everything? " Observer knew that it was already to late, " So, why don't we go?.. Somewhere only we know" Observer failed... Again " somewhere only we know" "Can we go there observer?... I want to... see the sunset" Scrap was getting weaker and weaker, her voice was becoming more of a whisper "Sure, let's go" Observer created a portal to that place. It was a hill with a large tree, this is were Observer and Scrap would go when they were kids, this was there safe place, it was peaceful and had an amazing view of the forest and mountains in the background, they would sometimes roll over this hill and play in the big and wide grass, they had fond memories here. Sitting down in the tree, still holding scrap, they both look at the sunset " It's still beautiful, like before" Observer nodded but was quite "Hey, observer... wake me up... when dinners... ready" Observer felt scrap finally go limp in her arms, scrap was gone, but why? Why couldn't she let go of scrap? She knows and accepted death a long time ago, she knows how to move on quick if someone dies, then why? Why was she crying? Why does it hurt so much? Why... Why is it so painful?

Plot twist: Observer woke up.

(Observer woke up in cold sweat, she quickly realized that she had tears in her eyes so she quickly wiped them off. She was silent for a moment, then realized that something was clinging to her arm. It was scrap, she was hugging her like she was a damn pillow, usually Observer would try to get her off of her as fast as possible because she doesn't like hugs or any physical touch but she decided to just stay, it was just a nightmare... she sighed with relief, but that nightmare, why did it hurt so much when she lost scrap? Did she get attached again? What if that actually happen? She didn't want to think about these questions, so she just decided to forget about it, scrap was here and she was fine, thats all that matters right now, that her sibling (hermanita) was alive)

(I swear I didn't mean to write this much and also I like to imagine that sometimes Observer! Mirabel likes to think as scrap as her little sister because she was a bit taller than her, and I'm sorry if my writing of this angst is bad, and some of the plotpoints didn't make any sense at all, I'm just very very tired, you cand add your own twist into it, and yes this is a summary, so I'm kinda hoping you make this into a fic pls do :D, but that's it for now lexdrigo out (☞ ᐛ )☞ )

(ps: please don't think I ship observer and scrap, they have more of a a sibling/platonic relationship and if you ship them romantically, some things wrong with you （-""-；) )

"Stay for a friend, will you?" "I can't promise that Scrap." "You always do."

"SCRAP WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?" Observer Mirabel yelled through the battlefield, furiously searching for her friend.

'Damn it, why did the raiders even have two grenades? That's a fucking advantage for me!' She thought, she looks around trying to find Scrap.

She hears a cough and looks down, an eyebrow raised. "Really? Again? This is why I told you to leave this place so you could survive." She crouches down and lifts Scrappy Mirabel, who had a stab wound on her che-

She has a stab wound on her chest.

"Shitshitshitshit-" Observer Mirabel quickly tries to create a portal, "You know.. there's no point right? A wound like this-" "can't be healed by an arepa, I know that Scrap, now shut up talking or you'll make your blood dry up, making you have more difficulty breathing." She cut of Scrap's sentence, she knows that she'll die but really? Talking to her and saying that there's no point?

'At least try to be the optimistic bitch you are, dumbass.'

She was stopped when she heard the song both of them knew, Modern thought them that.

"I'm getting tired I need somewhere to begin" Scrappy Mirabel coughed up blood, Observer was still carrying her.

"And if you have a minute why don't we go..?" She kept singing, Observer knew what she would say afterwards, 'Alright, if she wants to sing as her last thing, I'll let her.' She thought in a bored voice.

"Talk about it somewhere only we know?" Observer sang, although she tried to have the expression of boredom so Scrap could keep singing so she could know if she's still alive.

"..This could be the end of everything." Observer saw Scrap fighting to stay awake, she summoned a portal infront of them, and walked in.

"So why don't we go? Somewhere only we know.." Scrap's voice was becoming more and more quiet by the second, Observer walked faster.

Observer could already hear her friends breathing slowing down. 'That's not good, pick up the pace idiot.' She walked faster but not quick enough to make Scrap lose more blood.

"Hey- Observer? Can we go see the sunse-" "Shut the fuck up we're already here now stop making me almost cry." Scrap snickered, although it sounded like a heavy wheeze.

Both looked forward, seeing a hill with a large tree on the center of it.

'Hm, we used to play here before everything went to shit when I met the damn Observer Madrigals.' Observer thought.

She sat under the tree, placing Scrappy Mirabel beside her, who grunted when she felt the pain. "Sorry." Scrap made a thumbs up.

Both stayed silent, "Hey, the place is still beautiful.. even after months.." "Years." "I mean years-" Observer sighed, as much as Scrap is dying and both of them don't even care, she needs to at least make her have a best minute. She noticed that Scrap's voice was becoming lesser than a wisper, barely audible.

"Hey- Observer..?" Observer Mirabel looks at her, eyes showing no emotions but anger. Anger that her only friend after Mirabel is also dying, is she bad luck?

"Wake.. me up when.. dinner's ready." Observer's eyes widened, she looks beside her.

Scrappy Mirabel went limp.

Silence, she could feel that her tears that she held back was finally dropping.

But her breath didn't hitch, she didn't shake, she was just crying silently.

Everything was silent. The trees,the grass, the birds, everything.

"..."

She woke up.

[hacked-by-jake]

For the ask game

"Why did you try to save me?"

Pairing: Jake x MC

Genre: Emotional stuff?😅

Also I love your work💕

A/n: Hey. I’m really glad you like my writing and thank you for your request. I hope you will like it and have a nice day💕💕

Warning: Angst/ a bit Fluff 

"Jake, please look at me, please," you whisper in despair, putting your hands on his cheeks. "Why did you try to save me? It didn’t help, don’t you see that I’m not good?" he repeats the words you’ve heard so many times for the last half hour. "Please stop telling yourself you’re not good for me, Jake! You’re the best thing that could have happened to me. We both saved each other okay? You’re not lost! And I will never let you lose yourself! I will always be by your side, I will always help you, I will always support you, I will always catch you when you fall. I love you, Jake, and love means enduring pain to protect the other."

When you woke up this morning, you immediately realized that it was one of those days when Jake needed you more than before. Tormented with infinite fear of losing you, afraid of trusting someone else who is not himself, and the thought of him not being good enough for you. That you deserved something better, but that’s all wrong. And on those days, you just have to tell him that over and over again to take away his worries. Most of the time then, he feels bad because you have to worry about him again and even then you have to show him that you do everything out of love. "You could have anyone baby. A simple and not so complicated life on the run from the government. You could have all the luck in the world, but instead you’re sitting here listening to my howling, why are you doing this? I just don’t deserve you!"

You kneel in front of him on the floor, he sits on his desk chair, his elbows supported on his knees. His eyes are so full of pain that it breaks your heart. "Please, my love, stop saying this. I’m here because I want to be here, I’m here because I love you, and I’m staying for the same reasons. Because you’re the only one I want, the one I’ll always want, and the only one who can always make me happy. You’re the only Jake. I fell in love with you without knowing you, all I knew was your name, that you’re a hacker and that you’re having trouble to interpret emotions from texts and that you have black hair. And that you’re the man of my dreams.  And damn it, you’ll never get rid of me because it would break my heart! Remember, we are the Ghostbusters!" at the end you manage to make a little smile. It is rather a sad one but it also brings him to a small smile.

"I never want to lose you MC, I can’t live without you," he whispers brittle and a tear rolls from his eye, causing you to lose the first tears too. "And you will never lose me either! Never again Jake, I promise!" you reassure him. His hands reach for your upper arms to pull you up, he pulls you sideways on his lap and throws his arms around your upper body. You wrap your arms around his neck and he hides his head in your neck bend. A silent embrace, a silent and firm embrace that means the world to both of you. You drive gently through his hair and notice him sobbing, "Please never leave me, MC, never, please don’t give up on me." "Never my heart, I will never leave you!" you answer seriously. He lifts his head out of his hiding and puts his lips lightly on yours. It is a kiss in which you both put every emotion you can muster.

Love is sometimes quiet, sometimes loud.

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blogger!Jimin x blogger!reader

genre: fluff, crack, angst

contains: a lot of cursing, everything starts from a bad meeting, Jimin leaves cringy comments on reader’s posts to get her attention, reader is annoyed

Author’s note: This was requested by @chittaslee , this will probably turn into a mini-series😅

"...That's the end of the video! I'll see you guys next time!" you blow kisses to the camera and turn off the live video on Instagram. The amount of followers you had gained the past week made you really happy. Ever since you started posting your daily life videos on your account, people were intrigued, thus ending up pressing the 'follow' button.

You were living a very comfortable life that many people would envy: you were working at a fashion magazine as the head of the PR team, you were also a blogger, thus making your job a lot easier. You earned a respectable salary and lived in a nice apartment in the city center. Of course, you weren't all about work, you were actually going out quite often with your colleagues and your friends. Long story short, your life was almost perfect. Almost.

Despite your accomplishments in work and your interesting social life, your love life was bland, to say the least. You didn't really mind it, but seeing some of your colleagues chat happily about their relationships woke up that little green-eyed monster from its slumber. However, you always pushed those feelings to the dark corner of your heart.

Friday night came and you were in the usual bar with your colleagues after a day of hard work. You wore your brand new emerald jumpsuit with a pair of black mules, staying true to your classy sense of style. You had ordered your usual drinks and you were casually chatting. "Hey Y/N, did boss tell you about this blogger the editor-in-chief wants to book for the next issue?" your colleague Lia says. "Not yet, do we know his name?" you ask while sipping on your martini. "Are you telling me that you don't know Park Jimin? THE Jimin? As in park_mochi_jimin? Seriously now Y/N?" Minnie stands shocked, another colleague of yours, one of the makeup artists to be exact. “Hey, just because I’m a blogger, that doesn’t mean that I have to know every single blogger in the world!” you reply slightly offended. “I mean, true, but STILL! He has been the talk of the town these weeks! AND he’s extremely handsome and has an amazing sense of style!” Lia says with heart-eyes. “I really hope we book him for the next issue. I’m literally dying to get my hands on his porcelain skin!” Minnie adds in a similar manner. You cringe at their actions, “Jeez y’all, stop it with the overreacting! He’s just human. Not to mention that you’ve never hyped me like this...” you pout. “Anyways, I’m going to get us some shots”.

You go over to the bartender and order the aformentioned shots. As you turn around, you bump into an unknown man and the shots fall right onto your jumpsuit, staining the fabric with alchohol and the shot glasses crash on the floor, leaving you shocked. You were fuming, clearly failing to notice the handsome man in front of you. Pink plump lips, almond-shaped eyes and platinum blonde hair falling gracefully on his forehead. Well, you noticed him - since you bumped into him - but you didn’t care about his face. You only cared about your now ruined jumpsuit and the wasted shots.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to-” he starts talking, but you cut him off annoyed. “You didn’t mean to?! You couldn’t see a whole ass person in front of you?! What, are you blind or something?” you lash out at him, having attracted the attention of the rest of the people in the bar. “Why the hell are you so rude for?! I said I’m sorry, I didn’t want to spill your drinks. Why must you act like a stuck-up bitch?!” he spits back, now angry. “Who the fuck do you think you are, calling me a stuck-up bitch?! You know what? You’re not worth it”, you huff in annoyance and push him with your shoulder and go back to your table. Lia and Minnie see you and their eyes widen at your form, processing the current situation. “Whoa Y/N! What happened here? Oh no, your clothes!” Lia exclaims. “I really don’t want to discuss this right now, Lia. This is what happens when you fall into assholes!” you say angrily and put on your coat and take your bag. “Y/N, wait, where are you going?!” Minnie calls to you as you exit the bar. “I’m sorry Minnie, I really didn’t want to ruin your night, guys” you say apologetically. “...Do you want us to take you home?” Lia asks worried. “You don’t have to, there’s no need to ruin the rest of the night because of me. Don’t worry for me, I’ll be fine” you smile at your friends. “Text us when you get home!”, they wave goodbye as you signal to the first passing taxi and get inside.

You return at home, exhausted, upset and with ruined clothes. A usual Friday night out with your friends/colleagues was ruined by a handsome asshole. You remove your makeup, change into your pajamas and fall straight into your bed. You really hated people like him.

You woke up Monday morning, the weekend passed by in a blur and you started your usual routine. You prepared your coffee, you did your morning skincare routine, applied some light makeup, put on your outfit and left your apartment on your way to work. Within the weekend, you were informed by the editor-in-chief that you would be meeting the infamous blogger who would be on the cover for next month's issue. That made you really excited and nervous, because you always weanted to be on your A-game.

As soon as you enter the office, you see an extremely excited Lia running towards you and a lot of your coworkers chatting frantically and glancing towards the editor-in-chief's office. "Y/N!! He's here, he's here! Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening!" she was jumping and clapping in a cute way. "He's here already?! Damn, and I thought I arrived on time" you huff slightly disappointed. "No worries, just go in the office and show him who's the boss, girl" Lia starts pushing you to the door. You take a deep breath and you knock on the door. "Come in!" and you enter the office. "Namjoon editor-nim, good morning sir!" you bow to him. "How many times have I told you not to greet me like an old man? It's just Namjoon" he replies jokingly. "I suppose you received my mail?" "Oh! Yes, I did, of course!" "Well then! I would like to introduce you to a very talented young man, who will be on the next cover and is also a very good friend of mine. Y/N, this is Park Jimin!" and the chair next to you turns to reveal the infamous blogger Park Jimin. Your smile suddenly drops when you see the same person who ruined your jumpsuit and your night three days ago at the bar. His eyes widen at you as well, the disturbing memories coming into his mind too. Namjoon stands baffled, trying to understand what is happening. "Do you... know each other?" he asks. "No" "Yes" you answer simultaneously and you glare at Jimin, but he just smirks at you. Asshole, you think. "So, do you know each other or not?" Namjoon raises a brow at you and you open your mouth to speak, but Jimin cuts you off. "Let's say we've met before. But I've known Y/N from her social media, she's a real pro." he replies and sends a wink your way. He has some nerve, you scoff. "That's great! Then you'll have no problem interviewing him!", Namjoon regains his bright attitude. "Now if you'll excuse me", he checks his watch, "I have an appointment with my doctor, so I'll leave you here. It was happy to see you, Jimin!" he pulls Jimin in a hug. "Likewise, hyung" Jimin replies. Namjoon leaves the office and closes the door behind him.

Jimin was about to open his mouth but he doesn’t get to say anything as you put your hand in front of his face “Don’t. Even. Think. About. It” you grit your teeth. “What? I didn’t even speak!” he raises his hands in defense, yet failing to hide his mischevious smile. “If you believe that you and I are going to work together, you’re fooling yourself”’. “Oh, so you’ll just march out of the office and leave the star of your next project as if he’s a nobody? Tch, your ego must be really up there” Jimin scoffs. “Well, it’s definitely bigger than you” you mock him, and he looks at you highly offended. You waste no more time and storm out of the office, slamming the door behind you. Great, just fucking great, you mentally curse at your current predicament.

“You have got to be kidding me! Y/N you’re joking, right?!” Lia nearly drops her coffee at your story, not being able to digest the information she has just received. “Are you telling me that Park fucking Jimin was the guy who spilled the shots on you at the bar?!”. “For the third time, yes Lia, it was him” you roll your eyes. “If this ain’t karma, then I don’t know what it is” she raises her hands in defeat. “First of all, rude. Second, if you saw his damn attitude while we were in Namjoon’s office, you would’ve understood what I’m talking about”. You scan the room with your eyes and see a flock of your female workers having surrounded Jimin, basically drooling over him, as he was all smiley and cute and kind to talk to them. “But... how can someone like him be as rude as you said Y/N? I mean... look at him!” Lia points towards Jimin. He catches the both of you chatting from afar and sends a flirty wink your way, making you scoff in return. “DID HE JUST WINK AT YOU-” Lia almost screams and you silence her by putting your hand on her mouth. “Lia, stop. Just stop it, he’s enough, I don’t need your rambling too!” you whisper-yell at her. “Bub be bwinbed ab bou” she says in a muffled way. You take back your hand and she continues “But he winked at you!” “So what? Just because he randomly winks at people that does not mean that he’s a good person. And honestly, he looks like a whole ass playboy to me. Thank you, next” you finish your rant. “I only mentioned the wink, yet you were the one who ranted about him just now” Lia raises a brow at you. “Someone might be all bothered about dear Jimin...Hm, I wonder who is it” she mock-questions, while smirking at you. You catch up to her words and your mouth forms an “O” as she laughs at your reaction. “Lia, I swear to God, if you keep this clownery up, I’ll block you on all SNS and never speak to you again” you angrily pack your stuff and leave the office and a wheezing Lia behind you.

It’s late in the afternoon and you were waiting for your take-out to arrive. You were drying your hair with a toweland had your laptop open, since you still had a bit of work to do. As you were about to sit down on the couch and continue your work, your phone starts buzzing frantically. You turn on the screen and see 6 unread messages from Minnie. “I hope she’s not nuts over this Jimin guy too..”. You open the chat and you stand shocked as you try to understand the context of Minnie’s messages:

Eeny Minnie miney moe: OPEN THE DAMN INSTAGRAM APP

Eeny Minnie miney moe: Y/L/N Y/F/N YOU SNEAKY LITTLE BITCH

Eeny Minnie miney moe: YOU SAID YOU DIDNT KNOW ABT JIMIN

Eeny Minnie miney moe: AJDHSUDHHDSBC I CANT WITH YOU ANYMORE

Eeny Minnie miney moe: I DONT KNOW IF I SHOULD BE PROUD OR HATE U

Eeny Minnie miney moe: THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME

Your brain was in shambles after reading her keyboard smash, so you decied to call her and clear up the situation. As you were about to press her number, your phone buzzes again and you see an incoming call from Minnie. “Hi Minnie-” “WHEN WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO TELL ME THAT YOU MET PARK FUCKING JIMIN AND THAT HE’S A FAN OF YOURS AND HE HAS LEFT A TON OF COMMENTS ON YOUR POSTS-” “Whoa, whoa! Minnie, wait! What comments? What are you talking about?” you stop her from ranting. “Open the damn IG app and see for yourself! Everyone is going haywire with the comments!”. You open the Instagram app via your laptop and see dozens of notifications in your account, most of them being user park_mochi_jimin has commented on your post. You check your latest posts for new comments and confirm Minnie’s words to your dismay:

park_mochi_jimin: Her pics don’t need any filters. Her attitude could use one tho😜

park_mochi_jimin: Cool Chanel shirt Y/N. Too bad you aren’t an ambassador like me

park_mochi_jimin: Darling, you’re a nightmare dressed like a daydream😘

By the time you finished reading every single comment he made, you were furious, to the point that steam could come off your head at any second. “Y/N? Are you there?! I can’t hear you!” Minnie speaking through your phone snaps you from your trance. “Shit- yes Minnie, I’m listening” you try to calm yourself down. “What is this, Y/N? When did this all happen? What the fuck did I miss?!” she asks frantically. “Honestly, I have no fucking idea Minnie. All I know is that Park Jimin is an asshole and someone has to remind him his place.” “Y/N wait, don’t do something stup-” you hang up and open the e-mail Namjoon had sent you with Jimin’s contact info. You dial the number with harsh taps on your screen and wait for Jimin to answer. The line opens and you hear him say “Hello, Jimin here-” “PARK JIMIN, YOU SON OF A BITCH” you start yelling through the phone and you swore you heard him chuckle. “Ah, if it isn’t my favourite blogger, Y/N” “Cut the crap Jimin, explain yourself” “I don’t think I have to explain anything” he replies mockingly. “Yes you fucking do! What the fuck are all these comments?! What is wrong with you?! Are you an attention seeker or something?! Oh wait, THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE” you could now hear your voice echo in the entire apartment. “As rude as in our first meeting, not even slightly surprised. But that makes you even more attractive I guess”. “ You write all that crap under my posts and you have the fucking audacity to mock me through the phone?! You’re a real fucking asshole, Park Jimin.” “Are you done?” he asks, his annoyance visible throurgh the phone line. “I have some free time after my photoshoot, do you want to meet me for the godforsaken interview and never see each other again? It’ll save us time and rude comments.” he adds coldly. “Wh- I-” you stutter and he cuts you off once more “Wonderful! Pick me up at 12, I’ll be under Bonne Nuit hotel. It was nice talking to you, darling” and he hangs up, not giving you time to respond.

You turn off your phone and fall back into the couch, letting out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding. You tried to collect your senses and get back to work, but you failed miserably. Jimin's comments were still burning in the back of your mind. "Let's what is the big deal with you, mr. Park Jimin" you tell yourself as you click on his Instagram username. You get into his page and see numerous photos of him, most of them selfies with cute poses and tinted Balenciaga glasses. You quickly noticed that he has a knack for dying his hair different colors; orange, silver, bubblegum pink, purple and each and every one of them suited him. How is it even possible for someone to look this good with these hair colors?, you ask yourself, slightly jealous that you have never changed your own hair color. Not that you minded your natural hair. You scrolled down, taking into his luxury brand clothes and how effortlessly he pulled off every garment. "Hm, he's not an amateur, for sure" you mumble slightly surprised. What surprised you even more was the amount of followers he had: a staggering 12.3 million within 4 months of having created his account. He wasn’t just your local pretty boy, he was a fucking celebrity at this point.

You always knew that being a blogger was an extremely competitive field, but Jimin had taken it on a whole new level. What he didn’t know was that you were in the game for a much longer time than him and you always faced challenges head-to-head. And showing Park Jimin his place was your new challenge.

You close your laptop, a confident smile adorning your face.

“Game on, mr. Park”.

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Post author’s note”: I have no idea how this is going to end up y’all. Let me know if you wanna be tagged for future updates!💖

[flurrys-creativity]

if you're still taking requests for the anime club event can i request Namjoon + scenario 14 + dialogue 15 please! 😌

Sooo I finally made it! The combination was a little tricky, I have to admit that but I love a good challenge every now and then.

Sadly I don’t know his favourite anime but I remembered this one interview where he got soooo adorkable mimicking a Dragonite.. so yeah.. I chose Pokemon 😅

Anyway here we go! I hope it’s to your liking!

Caught you

Pairing: Kim Namjoon (BTS) x Reader; Genre: Pokemon AU, College AU, Slice of life, hint of romance, fluff, teeny tiny bit angst; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: Taehyung screaming he is naked, flirty Jimin, tears, a slight mental breakdown, a Mimikyu and hints at his dark past; Wordcount: 3.010

Summary: Stranded in a different world you feel absolutely lost but hopefully that guy with this cute fluffy pokemon (dog) can help you find your way back home.

Some people would say Namjoon’s daily routine was boring but he felt quite happy with it.

Every morning he woke up and watered his bonsai. Then he’d take Rapmon on a walk through the park and give him food afterwards before he would get ready himself. After a quick check, he’d ride his bike to the nearby university and visit his class.

His lunch break was mostly spent with his friends and flatmates, though it varied from day to day how many sat with him.

Most of his afternoons Namjoon spent in the library, either working on assignments or studying whatever was more necessary at the moment. And once he got home again, he’d take Rapmon on another walk. Then get something to eat, check the bonsai again and sometimes even talk with them and lastly get ready for bed. At the end of the day he’d watch tv from his bed and would cuddle with Rapmon until both of them fell asleep.

Some would call this boring, in fact half of his flatmates called his life boring but Namjoon just thought of it as something normal and ordinary.

That was until a knock sounded at the door one evening.

“Namjoon? Can you get the door? I’m still in the shower and basically naked!” Taehyung called through the flat. “It’s probably some friends of mine, who are here to play games.”

Namjoon sighed and got up from the couch, trodding over to the entrance door. Just for a second he wondered what kind of person knocked instead of ringing the bell but he dropped the thought as quickly as it came.

He opened the door and didn’t even check who stood there, turning back into the house again. “Come in. Tae is still in the shower but he’ll be here any sec.”

You stood frozen in the entrance and watched his retreating back quietly. This was not how you planned this encounter. “Uhm?” You called hesitantly, stretching an arm out as if you wanted to grab on to him despite him being out of reach already.

Namjoon turned back around and got starstruck, seeing your nervous form and desperate eyes. Something about you had him bewitched, unable to look away or start a conversation.

Under his intense stare you started to tiptoe from one foot on the other, clearing your throat awkwardly. Never before had someone stared at you like this. Especially not a man this attractive, tall and kind of intimidating even.

“You’re not one of Taehyung’s buddies?”

You silently shook your head no and hugged the little Mimikyu closer to your chest. Normally you wouldn’t just knock at anybody’s door but drastic situations needed drastic reactions. That’s what your dad always told you at least.

“What do you want then?” Namjoon asked and stepped back towards you, his eyes never leaving your form. With a raised eyebrow he took every detail of you in. The shorts that should have been too cold for this time of year, the stuffed toy pressed against your chest, the thin jacket over a simple top, a backpack slung over one of your shoulders and lastly your wide eyes staring up at him.

“Well”, you mumbled, “I saw you in the park this morning but I lost you before I could talk to you, and uh, I saw you again but it seemed like you were talking to someone?” You quickly looked up at him, unsure if you interpreted it correctly. “I didn’t want to interrupt you but I thought you could help me.”

“Are you trying to ask me to tutor you?”

“Huh?”

Namjoon had never seen someone so lost before. He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed deeply. “Fine, come in. We can talk about details without standing in someone’s way.”

You hesitantly stepped inside of the house after his welcoming gesture and watched him close the door behind you.

“Follow me.”

You nearly had to run to keep up with his wide steps and nearly bumped into his back when he stopped in the middle of the living room.

“Please take a seat”, he told you and gestured to the various furniture in front of you, “would you like something to drink as well?”

“Just water please?” You asked hesitantly, looking back up at him, unsure if you asked for too much.

“Sure.” He nodded and turned away, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the room. 

You swallowed, feeling your heart beat rapidly inside of your chest. You glanced over your shoulder, seeing the man wander around in the open kitchen, his back turned to you.

He had broad shoulders, you noticed, musing he trained a lot. Before he could catch you staring you quickly looked back in front of you, choosing to sit on an armchair in one corner. It gave you somehow the feeling of safety since nothing except the wall was behind you and you had everything in view.

The Mimikyu in your hold wriggled slightly, telling you you were holding it too tight for some time now.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered and loosened your grasp, letting it sit comfortably on your thighs.

It turned towards you and screeched quietly at you. A dark shadow-like hand reached out for you, underneath the mask of a Pikachu.

You sighed and gave it your finger to hold, watching it pulling your hand back under the fabric. “I know, I know”, you mumbled and gently stroked the creature in your lap.

You didn’t notice the eyes watching you intently. Namjoon leaned on the kitchen island, once again staring at you. He watched you talking with the stuffed toy you had now placed on your lap. It didn’t strike him as odd since he always talked with his bonsai as well. But something inside of him told him that the scene he just witnessed was not as ordinary as he thought, though he couldn’t place a finger on it.

A smile formed itself on his lips while he observed you, seeing how gentle you were with the toy and the nervous smile you had on your own lips. Gorgeous lips, he noticed in that aspect.

“Who’s that?” The sudden voice of Jin next to him made Namjoon nearly knock over the two glasses of water he had placed in front of him. “Didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

“What?” Namjoon hissed and turned to his friend. “I’m not seeing anyone!”

Jin raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting between your form and Namjoon. “Oh?” He just asked, though the look on his face told Namjoon that he didn’t believe one word he just heard.

“I am not!” Namjoon insisted.

“Fine, fine. Your face just screams love when you looked at that person. And you still haven’t told me who that is.”

“I don’t know who that is.”

“Then why are they in our home?”

“Because I let them in.” Namjoon sighed in defeat, rubbing once again a hand over his face. He then perked up again. “What do you mean with my face screams love?”

Jin shrugged with his shoulders, turning towards the fridge and searching for something to eat. “You just seemed madly in love. That’s all.”

“How is that even possible? I don’t know this person at all.”

Jin straightened himself again, closed the fridge and leaned against its door. For a second he just stared at Namjoon before his gaze shifted to you, his head turning to one side in thought. “They look cute. I’d fall for them too.”

“People don’t fall in love based on looks. That’s a scientific fact!” Namjoon huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. There was no way he just fell in love with a stranger. A cute stranger but nonetheless someone he didn’t know.

“You better get to know them then”, Jin chuckled, “so you can admit your love and before someone else snatches them away from you.”

Seeing Jin’s nod towards you Namjoon jerked back around, seeing Jimin basically hovering all over you with such a flirtatious expression that made Namjoon’s blood boil.

“Fine!” He grumbled and grabbed the two glasses of water, marching back into the living room, feeling slightly protective of you now.

Jimin ignored the second presence besides him, trying to flirt a little more with you, though he soon realised your attention wasn’t focused on him anymore. He slowly turned around, still sporting a wide grin. “Namjoon! What gives us the honour of your presence?”

Namjoon pursed his lips, trying to keep his emotions in check. Still, he couldn’t stop himself from warning the younger man. “Move or I’ll call Rapmon to bite you.”

Jimin nearly doubled over laughing at this halfhearted threat. “You know Rapmon isn’t much of a biter. I would have believed you, if you had threatened me with Yeontan though.” Jimin turned his attention back to you, smiling mischievously. “Seems like your boyfriend doesn’t like the extra attention on you. I have to go then, beautiful.”

You felt the heat creep up your neck and cheeks, feeling your tongue tied at the same time and just staring with wide eyes at the retreating form of Jimin.

“Sorry about that”, Namjoon mumbled and placed the glasses on the small table in front of you, before he sat down himself.

“Uhm, it’s alright,” you whispered, staring everywhere but at him. That was until you felt the tug on your finger and looked down at the Mimikyu. Despite the cloth covering its form and therefore any form of expression it could make, you knew exactly what it wanted. 

You sighed in defeat and turned towards the man next to you. “So, Namjoon it is?” You waited for him to confirm before you spoke again. “I’m Y/N and I’m from Alola, maybe you have heard of that region?” 

Namjoon placed a finger on his mouth, thinking deeply, while you looked with hopeful eyes at him. The name sounded familiar but he couldn’t pinpoint an exact location with it.

Seeing him struggle you decided to tell him more. “So, I told you I thought you might be able to help me. I saw you with your pokemon at the park, and I guess its name is Rapmon? Anyway since you’re obviously a trainer yourself I had hoped you might help another one, a.k.a me, out.”

For a while Namjoon just stared at you, expression awfully neutral for your own liking. Unbeknownst to you Namjoon had just stumbled into a pit of raging thoughts and the whirlwind inside his mind didn’t give him a chance to breathe.

His gaze dropped to the thing sitting on your lap. Somehow he didn’t think of it as a toy anymore. The word pokemon repeated itself inside his head, followed by Alola. Namjoon’s eyes widened comically and excitement bubbled inside of his stomach. He was barely able to contain it and keep a calm exterior.

His gaze shifted between your worried face and the pokemon on your lap. “Don’t tell me that..”

“Have you never seen a Mimikyu before?”

“Not like this”, Namjoon admitted, leaning slightly closer. “Have you ever looked underneath the cloth?” He asked curiously. “I read so much about it.”

You gasped in shock and the Mimikyu screeched threateningly, until you pulled it slightly away from Namjoon, who backed away as well, holding his hands up in defence. “That’s like asking, if I ever looked underneath a skirt of someone!” You whispered harshly.

“Oh shit! I am so sorry! I didn’t know! Wow, you must think I’m some kind of pervert now.”

You relaxed slightly, seeing how flustered Namjoon got. “You really didn’t meet a Mimikyu before, huh?”

Namjoon nodded, feeling a little embarrassed due to that fact, despite him knowing it wouldn’t have been possible at all. He sighed deeply and slumped down, remembering you thought he was a pokemon trainer himself because you saw him with Rapmon. Who was very much a dog and not a pokemon. He didn’t want to reveal that just yet and instead decided to change the topic. “So how did you get here?”

You deflated with a sigh. “Actually”, you started, gazing into the distance while you remembered everything you could, “I don’t remember much. I ran away from some bad guys because they always try to take my babies away from me. I remember someone shouting a command to one of their pokemon and the next thing I remember is waking up in that park. I ran around for a while until I saw you and Rapmon.”

Namjoon hummed in thought, getting not much information or any kind of clue how someone out of an anime could appear in Seoul. As far as he was aware you didn’t even know you were fictional. Were you though? He glanced back up at your face. You felt too real and the Mimikyu as well. He needed to know.

Without hesitation he placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it slightly. Warmth spread from you into his hand. “You want to go back home and need my help, right?”

Tears well up in your eyes and you sniffed lightly. “You’d really help me?”

“I should try at least.” Namjoon wiped a stray tear from your cheek, his hand gliding down to your neck, resting there gently. He smiled softly until you did as well. While his hand rested over your pulse he could feel your heartbeat underneath his palm, making you once again more real than he initially thought.

Namjoon dropped his hand again, his tongue poking into his cheek while he thought deeply. “I do have to confess something though.”

You watched him with big eyes, only slightly worried about what he had to confess now. Mostly being near him made you feel calm, comforted and safe.

“I never saw a pokemon before and I am not a pokemon trainer.”

“Rapmon isn’t a pokemon?” You asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“No, he is a simple dog and Rapmon is just his name. In this world pokemon don’t exist. We have animals and some of them can be held as pets.” Namjoon explained slowly, watching every expression you made.

“But you know about pokemon! You said you read so much about Mimikyu!”

“That’s true, because someone created a manga, something to read, with the world of pokemon. It is fictional and does not really exist in this world. I am sorry.”

Your breathing hitched and you blinked rapidly, trying to process the information you just got. Your throat became dry and you felt like breathing became harder with every passing second. Your stomach churned up and nausea crept up to your mouth. You shook your head vigorously. “This can’t be. How? How is this possible? How did I get here? Why do I still exist?” You gasped and grabbed for your backpack, opening it hectically. Only when you saw the pokeballs still inside, you relaxed a little again. It didn’t prevent the tears from streaming down your cheeks though.

Panicked, Namjoon pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly and whispering words of reassurance. He gently rubbed over your back, while you cried into his shoulder and sat completely on his lap now.

Only the quiet screech from the Mimikyu brought you out of your devastated state. You let out a teary laugh, wiping over your face. “I know, I know. I should look on the bright side.”

Namjoon looked down and noticed the two shadow-like hands grabbing onto your top to prevent itself from falling down. “You understand what it says?”

You sniffed slightly and nodded. “Once you’re long enough together with someone you start to understand them without any words needed.”

“Do you understand all the pokemon you have?”

“Mostly,” you laughed and shook your head a little, “some of them are harder to read than others.”

The Mimikyu screeched again and tugged on your top.

“What did it say?” Namjoon asked curiously and watched the exchange between you two.

“Mimikyu mentioned being in a world with no pokemon means there is no Team Rocket trying to steal them.”

Another screech and you started to squirm on his lap, heat spreading from your neck to your face.

“What else? It said something else, right?” Namjoon asked, watching you closely.

You mumbled something inaudible.

“It’s something about me, isn’t it?”

You whined and hid your face behind your hands. “Mimikyu said that I should stay with you.”

Namjoon’s heart stopped for a second, liking this idea more than he thought. Butterflies whirled around in his stomach, making him all fuzzy and soft.

Before he could say something though, Jin shouted from the kitchen. “Would the two lovebirds grace us with their presence during dinner?” He popped his head out of the kitchen and looked at the both of you.

Namjoon opened his mouth to protest, but Jin interrupted him again. “Don’t even try to deny it or I will send Tae and Jimin to tease you endlessly.”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Do you really want to find out, Namjoonie?”

“Fine!” Namjoon grumbled, a pout forming on his lips.

“It’s settled then. We have a guest staying for dinner.” Jin shouted throughout the flat. “Dress decently, guys!”

“Would Y/N stay longer than just dinner though?” Jimin answered evenly as loud from somewhere in the flat.

You heard footsteps approaching fast and Jimin sliding around the corner with a teasing grin. “You wouldn’t want to make your boyfriend sad now, would you?”

The next thing you knew was a pillow flying towards Jimin and him dodging it before he ran cackling back to where he came from.

“I understand if you don’t want to stay here while we search for a way to get you back home, but you are more than welcome,” Namjoon told you, rubbing slow circles with his thumb into your hips.

You wondered, if you were about to make a mistake but with a reassuring screech from the Mimikyu, you thought staying with Namjoon for a little longer didn’t sound that bad.

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[winterstarqueen]

how about a post kh3 where reader have nightmares about sora's disappearance?maybe the reader woke up abruptly and try to reach out to sora but then realizes that it's real and not just a nightmare and then the reader cried some more??sorry if it's too specific 😅 currently in need of some angst but if you want to turn it into fluff,i don't mind ☺️

Without you.(Sora x female reader)

Sora looked out the window of a hotel room. He couldn’t sleep because of all the noise. Normally you would be in the other room. Sora would open the door and imagine you reading your favorite book. He would ask you what are you doing? And ask you if you wanted to watch a movie. You would say that you’re almost done. Two seconds later he would come back asking if you’re done. You would sigh and turn on a movie. The two of you would hold hands in the popcorn bowl. Not caring if you got popcorn butter on them. Sometimes he would be too focused on how cute you are. That he wouldn’t pay attention to the movie. You would always ask him what was wrong and he told you how cute you are. Sora sighed. He missed you so much. Sora sat down on the bed. Trying to find a movie to watch. He even made popcorn. But,nothing...worked. Sora missed you way too much. He got into bed and tried to go to sleep.

The next morning he slept in. Maybe it was because you didn’t wake him up. You would enter his room and open the curtains for him. Sora sighed and opened the curtains...because that’s what you would’ve done. After that he grabbed a bowl of cereal. You would treat him too good. You always made breakfast for him,you would clean up the gumi ship, you made sure that he had everything before entering a new world,and you would make sure that he was happy. Throughout he journey...you made sure that he was taken care of. He had to find a way back to you. He just had to. Sora left the hotel room and made sure that he still had your locket. He opened the locket. It played a music box song. Sora sighed and closed it. He missed you too much. “Don’t worry...I’ll always find my way back to you.” He said before putting it back.

You were sitting on the weird tree with Sora. “...There’s something that I want to tell you.” He said looking deep into your eyes. “Go ahead.” You said turning to him. “We’ve learned so many things on our adventures. But, I didn’t realize that you taught me an important thing.” He said smiling. “I did?” “Yes. You taught me more about love. When you and I started dating. I thought that I knew everything about love. But, I was wrong. You showed me how to be more caring to others and so much more.” “I guess that I d-didn’t realize.” You said. “You’re always there for me...and I want you to always be there.” Sora said pulling out two paopu fruits. “I don’t understand...” You said frowning. “I want our destinies to be one. Because I love you so much!” “Sora I don’t...” “We don’t have to...if you don’t want to.” Sora sighed. “I’d love to.” You said grabbing it from him. The two of you shared it. Sora began to disappear. You didn’t understand why or how. You began to cry. “I love you..” Sora said touching your cheek to dry your tears. He cupped your cheek and was going to kiss you....but, it was too late. Sora was gone. “Sora!” You yelled. You looked around the room including the door. But, he wasn’t in the room at all. Almost immediately he would run into the room and help you get to sleep. You remembered hugging him and hearing his heartbeat. Even the sound of his voice calmed you down. The way he looked at you and kissed your head. Maybe he didn’t hear you. “Sora!” You cried again. He didn’t show up. You got up and walked to the room that he would stay in. Only your love wasn’t there. You broke down crying again. Sora was really gone....He wasn’t here to tell you how much he loved you or to hug you gently and tell you how beautiful you are. Nothing....he was gone. You laid down on his bed. Maybe if you went to sleep here maybe you could sleep. You got under the covers. You imagined Sora hugging you and kissing your head. “You’re so beautiful...” He said. Soon enough you felt sleepy. “You’re not here...I’m just imagining you...” You whispered crying yourself to sleep.

The next few days were hard for you and everyone could tell the difference in you. You weren’t as happy as your usually were. Everyone else was sad as well. But, not as sad as you. You had to get away. So you took your keyblade and went to the final world. You hugged yourself while you cried. “Are you okay?” An unfamiliar voice asked. There wasn’t anyone here. “N-No...” You said drying your tears. You looked up to see someone who looked like Riku. He whispered something before asking. But, you couldn’t hear him. “How did you get here? This place is hard find...” He asked looking a little concerned. Your heart was going to be consumed by the darkness any day now. “I just did...” “Would like to start over?” He asked. “What?” You asked. “I mean you could live in a fictional world and leave the real one.” He said. “But,what about my friends?” You asked. “You can go back home whenever you want.” “You’re probably a tricking me.” You said continuing to cry. “You have to come with me. It’s the only way to save your heart.” He said frowning. You didn’t know what to do.

Sora was walking around the city looking for a way home. That was when he saw a crowd of people. He pushed through them just to see what was going on. That was when he saw you being put into an ambulance. “(Y/n)!” Sora yelled trying to get to you. But, the ambulance already took off. Sora ran as fast as he could to the hospital. He could feel his tears rolling down his cheeks. You just had to be okay. Sora didn’t care if doctors stopped him. He rushed into your hospital room and locked the door. “(Y/n)....” Sora whispered crying. You had bandages all over yourself. Sora didn’t know how you got here or what happened. He didn’t care. He grabbed your cold hand. “Please just let this be a nightmare..” Sora whispered. Sora kissed your head. “I...” “Don’t get back into her head!” Yozora said pushing Sora away from you. “What are you doing?! She’s my girlfriend! I have to be with her! She’s alone...and probably scared.” Sora said frowning. “You almost took her heart and put it in the darkness. If I didn’t step in her heart would’ve been lost.” He said. “No...I wouldn’t do that to her.” “She was in bad shape when I found her.” Yozora said. “Thank you for saving her. Now let me be by her side.” Sora said trying to get to you. You were always there for him and he made a promise to be by your side. “You failed her!” Yozora yelled. Sora looked down and then at you. “That was in the past. From now on I’ll...” “You’ll what? I can’t take that risk.” “I’m not leaving her.” Sora yelled frowning. Yozora looked away. “What is going on?!” Your doctor came in and looked at you. After that she kicked out Sora and Yozora. You didn’t need this. You needed rest. So you could heal. Sora went back to his hotel room and broke down crying. You were broken and Yozora wouldn’t let him see you. How did this happen? You were back home on the islands and now you were in the hospital. Sora was going to look at your locket. But,he didn’t have it. “No!” Sora said frowning. He looked all over his hotel room...but,no locket. “(Y/n)....” Sora whispered crying. No he was going to get you back. Because he promised you that he would always take care of you.

“Don’t worry...we’re together again.” Yozora said holding your hand. He was reunited with you again. All he had to do was wait until you got better. “I’ll never stop loving you...even though we don’t look like you used to.” He said looking at your sleeping face.

[fuwushiguro]

PLSSSS WUSYANAME IS SOOO GOOD. i’m literally in love, i love angst that is ACTUALLY angst. the way you build up the characters and the plot is so interesting and really keeps you on the edge of your seat. it’s so well-written. you can tell how much care and time you put into writing. thank you so much for producing such a fantastic piece of work!!

ps, i’m hoping that in the end y/n finds toji, marries him and becomes megumi’s step mom. it’s what he deserves 😌

AHHHH babe 😭 nonnie my beloved!!

I read this ask SO many times before posting I just am in love with you 💘 seriously thank you so much for this. I'm really enjoying this series and where it's going and I think it's coming through in my writing for it. I really really appreciate you stopping by to tell me this. It's such a lovely little message I was smiling so hard when I woke up this morning, it made my whole day a million times better before it even began. Seriously it's little things like this that make me so happy that I decided to start writing, it's even motivated me to write more for the series today! I love you dearly thank u so much 🥺 I hope you enjoy what's coming up next for wusyaname hehe

in reponse to ps, BBY are you forgetting poor Yuji 😭😭 but dead ass Toji is my biggest 2D crush of all time so I would be lying if I hadn't said this thought had entered my mind 😅

thank u for stopping by, feel free to talk to me whenever u like hehe 💕

[morganas-pendragons]

WELL then, since I’ve got 25 minutes until my next kid, let’s do this game that’s only meant to be done a few at a time LOL 

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists? - every single thing I wrote during my first year on Tumblr that no one will ever be able to find 

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels? - There’s a scene I did in my Game of Thrones fic where my main character found out she was pregnant and Jaime just broke that I loved doing because I always wanted him to be able to be a dad, which was something he clearly wanted in the show and couldn’t have. There’s also a reunion scene for my Halo fic that I set pre-Halo 4 that's heartbreaking because Carter’s sister spends like five years thinking he’ll never wake up, and then she loses The Master Chief and comes to the Infinity only to find out her brother woke up from his coma 

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh? - Literally any of the exchanges between Tim Drake and Dick’s sister in my current WIP 

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers? - KILLED OFF MY MAIN OC IN MY OBI-WAN FIC LOL 

✍ Do you have a beta reader? - I had one.... 

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc. - I write alot of angst, and I tend to use my own life experiences in fics to give them more depth and make them more relatable to real life. 

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? - Oh good grief... uh... I don’t know????? 

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉 - You’re good at character depth and emotion and phenomenal at introspection! 

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em? - L O V E 

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately? - Usually I’ll listen to playlists I’ve made for that pairing OR I’ll watch tributes for that fandom. 

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write? - Grammarly! 

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped? - My Caryl adoption AU where they raise the Governor’s daughter (who abandoned her father to come live at the prison) 

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic? - ... maybe 2? 

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far? - .... guys... I don’t write sweet fics lol 

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write? - No, I write too frequently to have a preference 

💖 What made you start writing? - I inherited this talent from my father and have been creatively writing since I was 5! 

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback? - How does ANY writer feel about comments and feedback? GIVE IT TO ME PELASE 

❌ What's a trope you will never write? - ABO. KEEP THAT AWAY FROM ME 

💲 Would you ever open commissions? - If people were interested, but there doesn’t seem to be interest! 

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories? - Let me just put it this way. When I wrote for GoT, I spent so much time researching Targaryen history that I became rather fluent in the Targaryen madness and was able to defend that mess of an arc in S8 they did for Daenerys by the rebuttal of it could’ve worked if they did it earlier because...... 

🏆 What's your most popular fic? - My Game of Thrones Fix It that I did after S8 concluded! Rewrote the entire ending of the show to give Jaime and Daenerys the ending I thought they deserved. 

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories? - Someone drew one for my wolffe story forever ago and I IMMEDIATELY printed that thing out and plastered it on my wall

📈 How many fics do you have? - Too many to count LOL 

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants? - Usually I fly, but for my current WIP I’m outlining! 

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! - CHAPTER TWELVE OF WHEN IT’S TIME TO GO:  Sarah begins to slip when she hears that Jason’s coffin has been defiled (“It’s almost like someone clawed their way out of it and to the surface.”) despite Bruce’s offer to finally make her and Dick his legal kids and not just his wards. Also when she asks for the armor color change - as the armor hasn’t been updated since she grew - and where Tim gets so good with his bo staff he manages to outdo even Spectral. Emphasize the sibling bonding here. Fluffy. Have Tim’s/Dick’s birthday as well. 

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

💞 Who's your comfort character? - The Doctor from Doctor Who, and Carol Peletier from The Walking Dead. 

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? - JAIME LANNISTER AND THE MASTER CHIEF (Pablo’s version) 

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip? - ABSOLUTELY 

- “You want to pay for me to go to art school?” Sarah asked incredulously. She hadn’t even considered going to college since Jason died. That dream of him attending college for his English major and her for her art major had died the night he’d left her. “Before Jason died, I would’ve said yes. My answer is no. It’s still no.”  

“Why?” Bruce asked softly. “You have a gift, Sarah.”   

“My gift now is patrolling Gotham and Blüdhaven to make sure those kids who are living on the streets are safe. Those kids who grew up like Jason and suffered need someone to look out for them. That’s my gift. Not my art. My art is just a pastime at this point.” 

My job as a soldier is a better gift than the beautiful art I can contribute to the world. 

Oh, he royally screwed his kids up. For them to think they had more to contribute by patrolling Gotham and Blüdhaven than by sharing their gifts with those cities meant they staked more value in being child soldiers. 

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon? - ..... the three smuts I’ve done *runs away* 

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success? - When it becomes one of the most popular for that character and show on a chosen site! (My Jaime Lannister fic on Wattpad) 

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to? - Uhm... personal trauma/experiences I use to make them DEEPER LOL 

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career? - I used to, but not anymore. 

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter? - Depends. If it’s got a thorough plot that needs to be covered, I’ll spread it over several days. If not, then an hour. Maybe two. 

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)? - A C T I O N 

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart? - Oh Lord. The entirety of Child Soldiers was hard to write. 

💥 How do you feel about criticism? - As long as it’s constructive, I’m okay with it! Criticism is how you grow. 

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics? - ALWAYS YES ABSOLUTELY 

Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

🍷 Do you drink and write?

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

💖 What made you start writing?

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

📈 How many fics do you have?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

💞 Who's your comfort character?

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?