#I'm going to cherish her forever i swear

[townofcadence]

"Ha--- well. I guess that's fair at least. I did mean it." He conceded that point to her at least, with a sheepish smile. She kind of reminded him of a friend, with how authentic and bold she seemed to be....and maybe also the way she seemed not quite as people savvy. It was endearing, though. And her stringent belief he had to be good was not exactly true, but... it was a nice feeling. "I think you're the sweet one, trying to make me out like such a good guy. But still...thanks." The expression on his face warmed to something more appreciative.

He watched her recede with a curious expression, but didn't say anything either. He could tell she hadn't exactly figured out whatever her curiosity was, given a vein of it still held true as an undercurrent, but whatever she'd been doing, it seemed for now she was done. Something else had taken it's place, but he couldn't tell what it was exactly, except for a lot at once. "I guess that's fair." Artair replied, before kicking himself for being so repetitive.

A shake of his head, and he tried again. "Combat and self defense training are honestly great to have. I leaned a bit from my uncle too, actually. Though I definitely wouldn't say I remember everything since I was a kid at the time. Still got a mean left hook, though." And even meaner, now. "It's cool that your sisters taught you though! Do you get along with them?"

"Don't sell yourself so short." Gale smiled. "You are very kind. It's easy to only think about yourself for the sake of self preservation. It's much more difficult to put yourself at a disadvantage for the sake of someone you barely know. And even if you don't have an umbrella with you right now to prove your sentiment, I can tell it's sincere."

Even being this close, Gale couldn't quite figure out what this guy's deal was. There were so many conflicting energies around him, all fighting to be in the 'front' so to speak. It was, a little overstimulating to be honest. She leaned back a little to lessen the intensity the "buzzing" Artair gave off.

"My night job is in the city, so by the time I get off of work, most of the unsavory characters have gone home and I only need to worry about the stragglers." She stated, so matter-of-fact-ly. "It's nothing I cannot handle. My sisters trained me in many forms of combat and self defense, so I'm not too worried about myself!"

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Can I request some sort of smut with Prince Regent!Aemond? I can't get him out of my head!!!! I see him being so mean and intimidating on the Iron Throne, like he wouldn't wear the eye patch bc he knows he looks "scary" to everyone in the court without it...except his little wife doesn't find him scary. His sweet wife is willing to fulfill his every need, no matter what that is, and is a good girl for him when he fucks her roughly, and it ends up melting his cold heart. Just a thought 😮‍💨

please the heinous bitch I'll become when Aemond takes this role on, lord forgive me. this is brilliant, thanks for sending in the ask boo xx

hope you love it!

Dearest, Ruthless Husband

PAIRING: Prince Regent!Aemond Targaryen x fem!Wife!Reader

WORDS: 2,432.

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of cruel!Aemond, degradation kink, p in v sexual intercourse (consensual), oral male receiving, mentions of breeding kink.

A/N - writing this got me so hyped for Prince Regent Aemond!!! I hope you all enjoy, the smut is a little different to what I normally write or go about it, but sue me. Intrusive thoughts won!!!!

The Dance of the Dragons as most maesters and commoners of King's Landing had dubbed the unfolding family feud within House Targaryen, was beginning to simmer and churn. Brutal words exchanged, promises unkept and broken, and battles ruthlessly fought, both sides began to earn their gains, and yet also face immense losses. The most recent, left the Usurper King Aegon, burnt and beyond repair. The King had succumbed to his bed chambers, in the endless care of maesters, tending to his wounds as he remained unconscious from milk of the poppy. Although the realm staggered on, it needed to be assigned someone to represent the sovereign himself, and no other candidate stood out, other than your royal husband, Prince Regent, Aemond Targaryen.

Before the war had torn through the Seven Kingdoms, you had been betrothed to the young Prince. Paramount in securing an alliance on behalf of the Crown, you had grown doubtful that the marriage would remain fruitful, weary that Aemond merely saw you more as an obligation than an actual human being. Much to your surprise and in favour of the Gods, the Targaryen prince, took a key interest in you, as you gradually began to spend more and more time immersed in each other's sole company. Till proof had been cemented when he meekly admitted his love for you.

"It will be undying, this union, bound to me forever, my love. You will never no of hate nor harm, that I can promise you, my wife to be."

And although, Aemond had always been more of a withdrawn, private man since your first acquaintance, the longer this war prolonged, the more it seemed to have hardened his exterior. The man you'd once soulfully cherished and dreamt of now absent, replaced by a strange clone, the warmth buried inside seemed to have gone out like a candle in the wind.

He did no harm towards you, although, you scarcely saw him. Occasionally, he'd accompany you to dinner, only to be torn away from you, more prominent, urgent matters to attend that broke in the dead hour of the night. The bed had grown lonesome, and you struggled to sleep without his comforting presence and familiar body warmth. Regardless, your safety was still a priority, he made certain that you were around, in his vicinity.

****

Nowadays, you often found your husband seated firmly atop the Iron Throne, speaking and acting on behalf of his elder brother, the King. Many a times, he'd often privately disclosed of how he'd envisioned himself instead, given the miraculous chance, he sternly believed he'd be the better choice, "I'm far more suited than the likes of him." And yet, now that his treasonous wish had been granted, the circumstances unfortunate, he did not feel as willing for it. Eager to uphold duty nonetheless, you knew, however, that Aemond loved his family immensely, this including Aegon. They grew together, trained together and fought together. Yet he only now, fully understood the burden in which the crown wielded.

Today was no less different.

Entering the throne room, crowded by those who'd sworn allegiance unto King Aegon the Second, and those in chains, forced upon their knees, for those who had instead sworn fealty to Rhaenyra only to be captured. Aemond coldly observed them from above, the ferocity of the throne, its sharp, steel blades exemplified by his exposed sapphire eye. Since your beloved husband was publicly anointed as Prince Regent, he had taken to the habit of unveiling his lost eye, no longer bearing the notorious eye patch that modestly covered his ailment. He never hid it out of shame, though rather sympathetically as means to not frighten the maidens of the court. Yet the spoils of war had unleashed a crueler side to Aemond, one that you did not sense of its existence, though neither grew fearful of.

"Sided with the false Queen, my elder sister, Rhaenyra Targaryen, you have committed the highest form of treason against the Crown... Cowards and traitors, you shall all face the wroth of the Dragons through me... I do not see it fit to send you all to the Wall, no that would be mercy...Death to the whole lot of you."

His words sent a cold chill through your body, shuddering against his low, unwavering tone. Aemond had always spoken with a steadiness, and that remained unchanged. You could not deny that seeing such a formidable side of Aemond, unlike before, was invigorating. In the haste moments that you were caught in your own bewildered thoughts, with a sway of his hand swatting for the guards to remove said traitors, the out-roar of prisoners begging and pleading before their Prince Regent and the rattling of their heavy chains as they'd been forcefully led away was a chilling memory. After the final few had left to the dungeons below, you'd caught sight of Aemond staring right at you. Mindlessly, a faint smile fell upon your gentle face, and in a few seconds to come, Aemond demanded that all vacate the room, except for you. As the others departed, you walked in the opposing way, strolling closer and closer to where your husband remained comfortably seated, coming to a halt before the stony steps.

Upon hearing the final closing of the main, oak doors, an eerie silence fell upon the void of the room. Aemond's eye turned from the shut doors back down unto your feeble state below, the height and distance made you look smaller, more miniscule.

"You dare to taunt me with that smile, woman? Your presence during court already weakens me so."

"I merely wish to see my husband in all his glory, for it feels like a lifetime that I have not been blessed in his company. If needs be that I must seek you out myself, then so be it."

"Hmm."

Just as you'd taken the first step up, Aemond commanded for you to stop. Caught mid-way, you were startled by his objection as he often never resisted you.

"You think you can go unpunished just like that, do as you please and walk yourself right up here. Simply because you're my little whore?"

You were mildly perplexed by his minor outburst, although with the sly grin strewed across his face and the low deep chuckle he provoked from his own amusement, you knew he was simply taunting you. And yet, being Prince Regent, you had no choice but to obey.

"On all fours woman, I want to see you crawl to me, like the bitch that you are."

Hesitant at first, the burning glare from your husband's end though convinced you otherwise. Now on all fours, you slowly began to mechanic your way up to him, feeling Aemond's grin seething into the tender skin of your back, straight through your gown. Did this amuse him, seeing you grabble for him on the grimy, ancient floor, practically yielding to his every word.

Now at his feet, you remained on your knees, sore palms resting on your thighs, you looked up at him eagerly, a soft smile upon your face. If he thought he could taunt or debase you, he should reconsider.

"Satisfied yet, my dearest?" You meekly interject, your smile growing brighter.

"Not yet. Have you any bright ideas, wife, or must I command you like a hound?"

Although his voice stern, the sly grin remained faintly embedded across his face, and eyebrow perked, eager for your response. Yet your remained endearing, a lustful look across your face, as your hands began to gently make there way up his lean thighs.

"You have worked so tirelessly for the realm, and yet your wife remains lonesome, in her own company. From time to time, my husband is too busy fulfilling the duties of the realm, he seems to have forgotten his duty to his wife. Leaving me to touch myself so desperately... I suppose, I must remind him."

Now your hands reached the buttons of his trousers, Aemond bucks his hips forward, as you undo them, pulling them and his under garments just low enough, that his bare cock strings out. Already glistening at its tip, the sight always left you dumbfounded. His length was greater than average, and veiny, you could sense its palpating throbs against the soft palms of your hands, as you began to stroke its firm state.

"Already hard for me, my Prince. Have you missed me so?"

His pre-cum already spilling from the pinkish tip, you'd noticed the more fasten your pace grew, the firmer his grip tightened on the metal arm rests of the throne. His once-steady breathing now heavier.

"Fuck Y/N. Don't keep me waiting."

A sweet giggle escaped your lips, as his eye and the sapphire gem remained fixated on your kneeling frame below his knees. Soon enough, still massaging his hardening cock, you ease yourself between his thighs, spreading his legs out wider for you to adjust yourself. His wish, his command, you brought your mouth to his cock, in the same, sensual pace, sucking at his cock, feeling the throbs and familiar taste in your mouth.

"Seven fucking Hells," He breathlessly huffed, his chest now heaving against your slow, engulfing motions.

It was undeniable that the tip of his cock was stiffly hitting the back of your throat, regardless of how often this act was done in the privacy of your shared chambers, his length was one you could never quite adjust to, often gagging at it, although now you'd grown familiar to manoeuvre and angle it accordingly.

"That tight, pretty mouth of yours, oh, how I've missed it."

It had been a while since Aemond and yourself had shared these intimate moments only lawful between a man and his woman, since the uprising of the war. The Gods were now charitable, for both your favours were being met.

"Mmm. F-Fuck I'm close, Princess. Straightened up."

The thudding of his hard, long cock you could feel had grown tenser. Pulling out, caused a visceral reaction from him, as you once more, obeyed his command, straightening your posture enough, that the cleavage of your breasts was the main attraction between his thighs. Immediately, he hastily spilled his warm seed over your breasts, causing a mess all over you, some of his wetness had seeped in between the cleavage, whilst the rest glistened against your soft skin, before pooling down, drenching your garments.

"A masterpiece if I ever saw one," He chuckled, as his thumb tenderly wiped away at the remnants lingering over the corner of your moist lips.

"Aemond, I need you dearest," You sulkily yearned, a hand clutching to your clothed cunt, feeling yourself beginning to grow avid, as a long, familiar feeling brew between your thighs.

"Up- Come, my dearest-" His hand smacked against his thigh, as the other held your hand in is lifting you up, guiding you to ease yourself down over him: hastily pulling your layered gown up and tearing your undergarments into two, his firm cock easily finding its way inside of you.

Muffled moans helplessly tore through you, once again, the neediness for your husband's cock, and the long-awaited wait, stimulating you enough. His wetness that coated him, helped to ease himself plunging in, now adjusted, your hips beginning to sway forwards and back over his strong lap, his rough hands held you firmly by the waist, steadying you over him.

"I ought to fuck you senseless, leave you satisfied enough for until the next time I return from battle. Perhaps I ought to fuck a babe into you, my dearest."

Still childless, it was all bad-timing for only a few months after your wedding, the war broke out and Aemond was caught in the haste of it all. He scarcely had time to bed you, although now that his family numbers were dwindling, it seemed a babe was of great importance, an heir for the Prince Regent.

"Y-Yes, Aem- I want your child."

"Your wish is my command, wife. I shall see you swell greatly with child, as many sons and daughters as I see fit."

Earning more helpless cries and screams for your husband, the room echoed with your pleas and Aemond's heavy breathing. You were certain the guards posted outside, would know of the events unfolding from within, and yet no shame. For they'd have to answer to Aemond, and that itself, was a threat.

"Fill this pretty cunt of yours, this cunt that belongs to me. I shall keep you full, as need be."

"A-As you desire, m-my Prince-"

One of Aemond's hands remained supporting your lumbar, snaking its way behind, and the other found its way to your scalp, tugging and pulling at your hair, as your head rocked back in tune to his aggressive motions. Words no longer comprehensible to exchange, Aemond's lips found themselves occupied, lapping and suckling at the sensitive crook of your neck, leaving harsh, red marks across your skin.

"Finish me, Aem. I-I need you to fill me-"

The excitement that had brewed in anticipation for this monumental moment, had finally met its need. Your sweet, hot cum pooled over his sturdy, long cock inside, pooling beneath your gown, and in response, evoked the same pleasurable reaction from your husband. Feeling his hot seed once more, shooting itself inside, coating your walls. You felt certain a child was procreated in that precise moments, though regardless, would pray to the Gods to grant you the chance to bear a healthy babe.

Huffing and puffing, hot, perspiring skin against each other, resting your foreheads against one another, almost in sync, you both exchanged faint, genuine laughter.

"I-I have missed you my dearest. It pains me so, to be away from you so often and for so long. I cherish these moments with you, even catching you lingering in the shadows, watching me."

His sweet words warmed your meek heart, and you knew that your husband was apologetic in some sense, even if he struggled to admit it.

"I know my love, but soon enough, a war always comes to an end. Just be sure, I have you returned to me in one piece, and at my beckon call."

A deep, low chucked echoed from deep inside him, as he bashfully looked down, before returning his sole gaze unto you, your fingers toying with long strands of his platinum hair.

"Even if the Gods have other plans, I will defy them for you, always. I promise to return to you, and if the Mother is willing, a babe in your arms. I love you."

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[bitchiswild]

Rockstar

Huh Yunjin x F! Reader

Warnings:None, Fluff

Word Count: 3k

A/n: Travis Barker and Kourtney Kardashian WHOO???? 🗣️

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Yunjin POV

The energy at my concerts was amazing, filling me with life and excitement. But even in the midst of all that joy, there was a big hole in my heart - the absence of my wife, Y/n. I've been touring for two months, going from state to state to share my music with people. But throughout it all, I've felt like something important was missing - her.

Gosh, I miss her like crazy. It feels like It's been forever since I've seen her sweet smile, held her close, and been intimate with her. I swear, it's almost like I'm going through withdrawal because she's my everything. Even with all these cheering fans and bright stage lights, I can't shake this feeling of longing for her.

She's more than just my better half; she's my muse. Every song I write, every melody I play, it's all thanks to her inspiration. Her absence feels like there's this huge gap in my life that not even the loudest applause can fill. She's my comfort, my spark - being away from her feels like a big chunk of my heart is missing.

I can't stop thinking about the last time I held her close. I ache for her warmth, her presence, her giggles that light up my world. Every day without her feels like forever, and I'm counting down the seconds until I can wrap my arms around her again.

As the tour goes on, every night ends with this achy feeling. Despite the amazing shows and the music, what I miss the most is her laughter, her unwavering support, and that special connection we share. She's not just the missing piece; she's the heart of the whole picture.

"Dude, are you okay?" Chaewon, my bandmate, asked, concern etched on her face.

I let out a sigh, sinking deeper into my thoughts. "Just missing Y/n," I replied, my gaze fixed on the lock screen of my phone displaying a picture of us, captured in a moment of pure laughter.

"Call her, maybe it'll help," Chaewon suggested with a reassuring smile. Taking her advice, I navigated to my contacts, fingers hovering over the familiar entry labeled 'LOML<3'.

The phone rang, and after a few moments, a groggy voice answered on the other end. "Hello?"

"Hi, baby, did I wake you up?" I spoke softly, a hint of guilt tugging at my heart for disturbing her sleep. Checking the time, I realized it was midnight in New York, forgetting the time difference from where I was in California.

Y/n's voice softened, a mix of sleepiness and warmth. "Hey, it's okay. Is everything alright?"

"I'm sorry for calling so late," I apologized, feeling a twinge of regret for not considering the time difference. "I just... I miss you. Can't seem to shake off this feeling, you know?"

There was a gentle chuckle on the other end. "I miss you too, silly. It's okay, hearing your voice is nice. Tell me how's tour going on so far."

And just like that, as I started sharing the mundane yet cherished details of tour and my day on the road, her voice became the remedy for the ache in my heart. Despite the distance, her presence, even through the phone, made everything feel a little lighter, a little brighter.

As I spoke to Y/n, a faint sound of gagging reached my ears, causing a knot of concern to form in my stomach. "Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?" Worry laced my words, not wanting her to endure any discomfort while I was miles away.

"I'm okay, Jen," Y/n reassured me, her voice trying to sound steady despite a trace of unease. "I probably ate something that didn't agree with me earlier. It's nothing serious, promise."

The worry didn't dissipate from my mind. "Are you sure? I can catch the next flight home right now. Your health is more important. I don't want you to be sick without me there."

Y/n's voice held a gentle firmness. "No, Jen, it's okay. You have a concert tomorrow; you can't miss it. I'll be fine, really. It's just a passing thing. Take care of your show, and I'll take care of myself here."

I hesitated, torn between the urge to be by her side and the responsibility of the upcoming concert. "But what if you need something? What if—"

Y/n interrupted, her tone warm and understanding. "I promise I'll call someone if I need help. You focus on your music. I'll take care of myself until you're back."

Reluctantly, I nodded, feeling a pang of helplessness at not being able to rush to her side. "Okay, but if anything changes, if you feel worse or need anything at all, promise me you'll call immediately."

"I promise, Jen," she replied softly. "Just give an amazing concert tomorrow. I'll be here waiting to hear all about it." And with that reassurance, I forced myself to focus on the concert ahead while keeping a watchful eye on my phone, ready to fly back at the slightest hint of need from Y/n.

Y/n's yawn echoed through the phone, prompting me to glance at the time. It was nearing 2 am in New York, and exhaustion seeped into her voice. "Y/n, baby, it's getting late. You should go to sleep," I gently urged, concern evident in my tone.

"But I want to talk to you," she murmured, her words tinged with sleepiness and a hint of longing.

"I promise we'll talk more tomorrow, okay? Get some rest. I love you," I said softly, my love resonating in the tender words that escaped my lips.

"I love you too," Y/n murmured back, the weariness in her voice indicating she was already drifting into slumber.

Reluctantly, I ended the call, my heart feeling heavy with the distance between us. All I wanted was to hold her close, to feel the rhythm of her breathing as she slept beside me. The ache in my chest was palpable, longing for the comfort of her presence.

One Month Later

"Three more months," I whispered to myself, a vow echoing in my mind. Three more months until I could wrap my arms around Y/n again, until I could finally call her home. The countdown began, each passing day marked by the yearning to be back in her embrace, to find solace and warmth in our shared space. Until then, the miles that separated us felt like an eternity, but the promise of reunion kept me going.

"It's been a month already, just two more to go before I'm finally back in Y/n's arms," I muttered to myself, the countdown almost a lifeline in this whirlwind of touring. Despite our daily calls whenever we managed to catch a break, it never felt like enough.

"We've got two more months of tour, Yunjin. Hang in there," Chaewon chimed in, her voice carrying a tone of encouragement.

"I know, but I just want her here. Why didn't she come on tour with us?" I vented, frustration creeping into my tone.

"You know how demanding her job can be," Chaewon explained, trying to soothe my irritation.

"She should just take it easy. I'd take care of her forever," I retorted, feeling a pang of helplessness at not having her close during this extensive tour.

Chaewon leaned in, her expression conveying a sense of understanding. "She's a hard worker and independent. She doesn't want you to carry the load alone. Marriage is about being a team," she said, raising an eyebrow as if to emphasize her point.

Her words struck a chord within me. I nodded in acknowledgment, realizing the truth in her statement. Y/n had always been fiercely independent and dedicated to her career, a trait I admired endlessly. Yet, the longing to have her by my side during this journey was undeniable. The ache of missing her was profound, but Chaewon's reminder of our partnership brought a sense of reassurance, reminding me that love wasn't just about being physically present but also about supporting each other's aspirations and dreams.

"Chaewon, Yunjin, you're on in 5," a member of the backstage crew informed us before hurrying away to attend to other tasks.

"Ready to rock and roll," Chaewon exclaimed, mimicking playing the guitar with exaggerated enthusiasm.

I chuckled at her playful antics. "Let's rock and roll," I humored her, joining in the light-heartedness.

We shared a laugh as we made our way toward the stage. Unbeknownst to Yunjin, a heartwarming surprise was in store for her this evening, orchestrated by Chaewon and Y/n. For the past month, they had been planning this moment. Y/n was going to surprise Yunjin at one of their concerts. Chaewon had discreetly kept Y/n updated on Yunjin's well-being during the tour, and the idea of surprising Yunjin had blossomed from their conversations.

Chaewon suggested the idea of Y/n surprising Yunjin at one of their concerts and offered to purchase the ticket for her. Y/n, touched by the gesture but adamant about not letting Chaewon pay for the ticket, agreed to the surprise plan. And so, here they were, on the brink of the surprise unveiling.

Moments before stepping onto the stage, Chaewon seized the opportunity to confirm the presence of Y/n to their manager. With the affirmative nod from the manager, it was all set. Y/n was seated in the front row, clutching a sign in her hands, eagerly waiting to surprise Yunjin. The anticipation of the heartwarming reunion infused an extra spark of excitement into the upcoming performance.

3rd POV

The buzz of anticipation surged through the stadium as the tour's introduction set the stage ablaze with excitement. Among the sea of eager faces, Y/n anxiously awaited Yunjin's appearance, clutching her sign, which was yet another surprise in store. Though recognized as Yunjin's wife by some fans nearby, the presence of bodyguards, courtesy of Chaewon and their manager, dissuaded any intrusion, allowing Y/n to immerse herself in the electrifying atmosphere.

Surrounded by enthusiastic fans, Y/n reciprocated their waves with a warm smile, acknowledging their recognition. However, her focus was soon captured by the first strum of the guitar, signaling Yunjin's imminent performance. As the stadium erupted into thunderous cheers, Yunjin's voice filled the air, crooning one of her most beloved songs. The crowd, seemingly in perfect sync, sang along with fervor, each lyric resonating throughout the venue.

For Y/n, it was a moment of sheer awe. The rush of emotions flooded back, reminiscent of the times when she and Yunjin had first connected through their shared love for music. The nostalgia of hearing Yunjin's live performance stirred a whirlwind of memories, from their initial meetings to the moments that cemented their bond. The song carried not just melodies but a story of their journey together, sparking a surge of emotions in Y/n's heart.

Lost in the music and the undying adoration from the crowd, Y/n found herself transported back to the beginnings of their love story, reliving the magic of those cherished memories while witnessing Yunjin's electrifying presence on stage.

The electric energy of the performance reached its pinnacle as Yunjin drew closer to the edge of the stage, pouring her heart into the lyrics. As her eyes met Y/n's in the crowd, an unspoken connection sparked, bringing tears of overwhelming emotion to both their eyes. Chaewon, standing beside Yunjin, caught sight of Y/n, acknowledging her with a playful wink, prompting a grateful smile in return for her pivotal role in orchestrating the surprise.

As the first song concluded, Yunjin and Chaewon engaged with the crowd, marveling at the sea of eager faces.

"Wow, so many people tonight!" Yunjin exclaimed, genuinely taken aback by the turnout.

"So many people," Chaewon echoed, sharing the sentiment.

"Thank you all for coming out tonight. I hope you have an amazing time with us," Yunjin expressed her gratitude, her eyes glinting with excitement. Her gaze then shifted to Y/n, a warmth and love evident in her expression.

"And we have a very special guest with us tonight, my wife, Y/n!" Yunjin announced, pointing to the large screen where Y/n's face appeared. The crowd erupted into a thunderous cheer as Y/n waved, a radiant smile lighting up her face.

"Isn't she beautiful, everyone?" Yunjin beamed, her love for Y/n resonating in her words, inciting an even louder cheer from the fans.

Seizing the perfect moment, Y/n lifted up a sign, and the atmosphere crackled with heightened anticipation. The crowd's volume skyrocketed, Chaewon gasped in disbelief, and tears cascaded down Yunjin's cheeks in a torrent of emotions.

On the sign, in bold letters, it read: 'Yunjin, I'm Pregnant!'

Tears flowed freely down Y/n's face, mirroring the ones streaming down Yunjin's cheeks. Without hesitation, Yunjin leaped off the stage and rushed towards Y/n, enveloping her in a tender yet exhilarating hug, careful not to squeeze too tightly in her overwhelming joy. The crowd erupted into a collective roar of excitement, their elation matching the emotions of the two women sharing an immensely intimate and life-altering moment amidst the exhilarating concert atmosphere.

The stadium erupted in a cacophony of cheers and applause as Yunjin, overwhelmed with joy, announced the life-changing news.

"I'm going to be a mom!" she exclaimed into the microphone, her voice filled with excitement and happiness. Without hesitation, she pulled Y/n close, sealing the momentous occasion with a passionate kiss, a celebration of their love and the impending addition to their family.

Breaking away from the kiss, Yunjin gazed into Y/n's eyes, her own sparkling with love and adoration. "I love you so much, and I already love our baby," she declared tenderly, her heart overflowing with emotions. The words reverberated through the crowd, sharing the intimacy and boundless joy of this unforgettable moment with everyone present.

With an air of exhilaration and boundless energy, Yunjin regally returned to the stage, her eyes locking briefly with Y/n, a playful wink passing between them. The glow of their shared secret lingered in the air as Yunjin addressed the crowd once more.

"With this profound news, I've got an endless supply of energy! LET'S HIT IT!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying a contagious enthusiasm that reverberated throughout the stadium.

The band swiftly picked up the rhythm, launching into the next song on their setlist. The pulsating beat and electrifying melodies ignited an even greater fervor among the audience. The crowd, already stirred by the monumental revelation, erupted into a deafening roar, their excitement and anticipation fueling the atmosphere with an unparalleled euphoria.

Yunjin's infectious energy, amplified by the band's lively performance, turned the concert into an unforgettable celebration. Each note played and every lyric sung became an anthem of love, joy, and the thrilling anticipation of the new chapter ahead for Yunjin and Y/n. The energy in the stadium soared, echoing the exhilaration of this momentous occasion, etching this night into the memories of all who were present.

The final song crescendoed, bringing the concert to its euphoric conclusion. Yunjin and Chaewon bid their farewells to the cheering crowd, exchanging appreciative smiles and heartfelt thanks for their unwavering support throughout the show. Meanwhile, Y/n waited in the green room, anticipation thrumming in every heartbeat.

As soon as the concert ended, Yunjin dashed towards the green room, her determination evident as she maneuvered through the bustling crowd, propelled by the sole desire to reunite with Y/n. With an urgent fervor, she entered the room, her eyes instantly seeking out her beloved.

Spotting Y/n standing there, her heart soared, and without hesitation, Yunjin surged forward, enveloping Y/n in a warm embrace. Lifted by an overwhelming surge of emotions, Yunjin lifted Y/n effortlessly, spinning her around in a whirlwind of joy and elation. She set her down gently, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange that conveyed more than words ever could.

Unable to contain their overflowing emotions, Yunjin pulled Y/n into another passionate kiss, the depth of their love and the magnitude of the moment imbuing the kiss with an unspoken promise of a future filled with joy and togetherness. The room seemed to fade away as they immersed themselves in this cherished moment, reveling in the warmth and intimacy of their embrace, sealing the unforgettable night with the most heartfelt display of love.

Their embrace lingered as the weight of their revelation settled in, the enormity of becoming parents washing over them in waves of disbelief and joy.

"I can't believe we're going to be parents," Yunjin sighed, her voice carrying a mix of wonder and amazement.

"I've been wanting to tell you, but I thought surprising you would be even better," Y/n replied, her eyes shimmering with affection as she gently caressed Yunjin's face.

"When did you find out?" Yunjin inquired, curiosity evident in her voice.

"Remember that call we had, and I gagged? I went to the doctor the next day, and she said I was already two months along," Y/n explained, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"So, I knocked you up before I left," Yunjin chuckled, a playful grin lighting up her face.

Y/n playfully slapped Yunjin's arm, sharing in the lighthearted moment. "Yeah, you did." I chuckled.

"Well, I'm so happy and excited. I'm so ready to start this new chapter with you," Yunjin expressed, her voice filled with affection and anticipation.

"So am I," Y/n replied, her gaze filled with unwavering love and excitement, affirming their shared readiness for the journey ahead. In that moment, amidst the laughter and love, they embraced the thrilling prospect of embarking on this incredible journey together, united by the bond of their love and the prospect of welcoming a new life into their world.

���I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNT!!”

“SHUT UP CHAEWON!”

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[deexchanel]

BM4

Word Count: 2,995

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Arguments, Angst, Fluff & Jealousy.

Summary: They meet for the planned lunch date. Chris still has a lot of things on his mind that he wants to speak about.

A/N: I’M BACKK FRIENDSS! Might not be for a long time but definitely for a good time. For the sake of my chapters Liv is 4 instead of 3, carry on. mwahhh 🫦

**I'm going to come back to edit later, cause right now its getting irritating**

<<<<BM, BM2, BM3 >>>>

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“Lively.” Ryelle sighed after the phone call ended. She is not caving into no more sweet sucker bullshit. He chose Minka when he decided to stay with her. You want Ry? You should’ve left with her. “We haven’t fully celebrated your birthday since they planned an event yesterday. Are you sure you want to hang out with your Dad today?"

Lively contemplated the proposition being proposed at hand. This weekend has been crazy but it is this supposedly hot girl summer her mom keeps calling it. Her answer remained the same. “Yes! I want pasta"

“Ugh okay! I don’t know why you are cool with your Dad, he and I are beefing right now.” Ryelle shook her head, getting up from the counter. Lively climbed down from the seat giggling at her momma. They began making their way down the hallway. “Beef? What does that mean?” 

“It means when I see your Dad, I’m gonna.” She turned around picked up Liv and started swirling her around. The 4-year-old lets out her beautiful giggle, latching on to her mother. “Mommy, put me downn!!”

“Neverr!” Ry yelled playfully as she ran towards Liv’s room so they could change out of exercise clothes and into something cute. She dropped her gently on the bed. “Do you want to stay in this outfit or change?”

“Change!” Liv screamed while rolling around so she could get up from the pile of stuffed animals. “Changee? What you changing for girl?” Ry joked as she looked through Liv’s closet. Liv finally got out of the struggle and followed her mom into the closet. “So I can look pretty for Daddy like you do!”

“Like I do? Liv I get pretty for myself baby. We don’t get pretty for a man.” Ryelle turned around holding up two different colored tights. Lively jumped pointing at the yellow tights she wanted to wear. “We get pretty for ourselves.” Ry smothers her face with kisses. 

“Mommy.” She giggled turning red from all the love given. They proceeded their morning routine like no other as R&B played lowly in the background. Ryelle enjoyed moments like this with her baby girl and she’ll forever cherish them. She loves the bond they have, appreciating that she’s able to give love that she didn’t receive. 

Chris eventually texted her the location of the restaurant he wanted them to meet at. After putting on perfume and lipgloss, the girl was out the door, into the beautiful city.

Ryelle parked her Honda Accord near the entrance seeing the black suv’s, Chris’s security were most likely sitting in.

She turned down the music looking at Liv in her carseat. “Ready?”

“Ready!” Liv gave a big smile.

Ryelle shook her head not believing she’s actually here. It’s still fuck Chris.

It took them a minute but they walked into the restaurant, hand in hand. When walking in, Ryelle went towards the hostess stand but security stepped in the way.

“Ryelle right this way ma’am”

“O-Oh Okay!” She responded a bit confused and was taken off guard. The security guided them to this gorgeous private section where Chris sat there looking at the menu. Liv’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Daddy!!”

She let go of her mother’s hand running towards her father. Chris sat the menu down instantly sliding out of his seat, kneeling with his arms wide open. “ Lively!!”

She ran into his arms giving him the biggest hug. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too Princess.” He held her tightly, giving her the biggest kiss on her cheek. Ry checked out his outfit as she walked, starting to feel they were so under dressed as she got closer. He has a nice ass suit and they look like they’re going shopping at the mall what the hell.

By time Ryelle made it to the table, he stood up with Liv in his arms. He shifted her over to give Ry a hug but she waved him off.

That definitely made him raise an eyebrow but Liv captured his attention before he could speak on it. “Do I look pretty Daddy?”

Chris gave her a big smile, “You look beautiful my love. Your outfit is stunning.” He gave her a kiss on the forehead and she let out a giggle. Chris was sitting with Liv in lap as they sat down at the table. Ry rolled her eyes mumbling, picking up the menu.

“With that expensive ass suit on and them ugly ass shoes.”

Chris looked up from the menu. “What you say?”

“You heard what I said.”

“What’s with the petty comments?”

"I'm just saying, you look as if you're going to a movie premiere while we look like we're going to a football game or something."

He held his hand up in defense,"Well I had an important meeting after our lunch date so-"

"Whatever Chris.", She waved him off.

Chris smacks his lips out of irritation from being cut off, letting go of the conversation cause he didn't like the attitude coming from Ry.

“Mommy said yall are beefing. What that mean?” Liv interrupted the conversation being her innocent self. Chris made a face towards his baby’s mother, now fed up with the secret animosity.

“We got a problem now? Ryelle I haven’t done shit to you and now you have a problem with me? What the hell.”

“Chris are we going to ignore the fact that your fiance pulled up on us kissing last night and we’re meeting today like everything normal! That doesn’t bother you??"

“No it doesn’t bother me cause I told you from the jump Saturday morning that I want this. I want my family Ryelle, I want you. You make me feel comfortable, make me feel like I belong!”

“That’s flattering Chris but you’re going about this wrong! All of this is wrong!”

“Me wanting to love you is wrong-”

“No it's how certain you were on marrying Minka last week now you’re wanting to marry me like what?! Do you hear how crazy that sounds!!”

Chris voice started to raise, sensing that Ryelle wasn't taking him seriously,“I don’t give a fuck about what's crazy any more. I am determined to get what I want and thats you!” Liv clutched onto his arm not liking the tone of his voice.

"Lower your voice." Ry grit through her teeth, seeing how antsy Liv was getting in his lap. Before Chris could respond, the waitress came to their table.

"Hi, what can I start you guys off with today?"

"We'll do the crab claws for our appetizer." Chris then turn his attention towards his daughter in his arms. "Liv do you want that as well or would you like something else?"

Liv peeked up a moment, speaking gently, "Mozzy Sticks."

"Mozzy Sticks it is love, anything else?"

She shook her head, going back to her cuddle spot knowing that her parent were going to start arguing as soon as the lady left. The things they talk about genuinely confuses her and she wishes they would stop arguing. Mommy told her that it is disrespectful for her to interrupt adults conversation but she is tired of hearing her parents bicker. Why can't her parents be like Melanie parents? They never argue.

Liv glanced back and forth between her parents as their conversation sparked as soon as the lady left like she said. Ugh!

" Am I wasting my time? You know I've been showing you how I’m into you but I do not received the same energy back.”

"Shit Chris, I need to be asking the same thing! I don't trust the fact that you claim that you are in love with me. Truthfully I've been in love with you since the first day we met, I've never stopped." Ryelle confessed as she runs her hand through her hair. She instantly fumbles with fingers knowing the conversation was getting deeper.

“I’m just not going to blurt something out like that. You’ve been gone for months and summers, you thought I was going to hop in your arms like that. No, I need time and reassurance.”

Chris pinches the bridge of his nose, “I will Ry but you haven't been 100% with me either. ” It’s his turn now to do the grilling cause looking back, he doesn’t know much about Ry. “Are you dating or talking to another guy?”

Thank God, the waitress came over to the table with their appetizers. They gave the her their order of what they would like to eat. Liv sat up straight facing the table, she began eating along with her parents. After Ryelle took the first bite, she proceeded to give him the answer.

“I do talk to someone Chris…”

Chris looked up from his plate so fast, “What?? You’ve been having the men your dating around my daughter?!”

Ry looked at him in disbelief, “No! I don’t even play like that, plus that's not what you asked!!” irritation starts kicking back in. “Can’t believe you trying to play me!”

“I’m just stating facts. I need to know if you’re bringing her around them. Who is he? Matter fact, what’s his name??” Chris attitude kick in as he sat the fork down roughly. It clanked against the plate making Liv jump.

“Calm down with your aggressiveness, you’re scaring Liv!” Ryelle sat her fork down as well. Now she raised her voice, “PLUS, you can’t ask shit to me about who I’m dating. You just came back in the picture, slow your damn roll!”

“The fuck you mean I can't Ryelle, I’ve been expressing my love to you! I have every right to know!”

“Chris I will cuss you out if you don’t calm down.”

“Ryelle I’m just saying like be so real right now.”

“That don’t mean talk to me crazy!”

“You been talking to me crazy this whole time. Don’t fucking act stupid!”

“Chris do not make me knock your ass out! Just because I talk to someone doesn’t mean that I’m bringing random men around Liv. I wouldn’t do no crazy shit like that!” Now Ryelle stood up from the table slightly leaning over it, she pointed at him. “Stop fucking playing with me!”

“You knew you had another guy in the picture, letting me look stupid confessing my love to you. I feel like a complete fucking fool!” Chris abruptly stood up as well, tightly gripping onto Liv. The swift movement made her smear the marinara sauce against her face and drop the cheese stick she held. That was it for Liv.

Lively began sobbing which instantly grabbed the attention of both her parents. “What’s wrong?!”

She squirmed out of his arms, running to the nearest corner of the room. Ryelle tries to call her but Liv rejected it.

“Lively, baby…”

"No!"

Ryelle is big on giving Liv her space when she starts crying. It took all her might not go over there and care for her baby. Both of them let out a sigh, knowing their conversation got way too heated between them. "Chris I'm sorry for having an attitude when we arrived and not keeping my cool. I shouldn't have been so caught up in us to realize this lunch date was meant for spending time with Liv, not arguing."

Chris grabbed her hand placing a kiss," Do not apologize Ryelle, I should've controlled my jealousy. I wanted to talk about us as much as you wanted to so this is both on us. I am truly sorry, please don't let this be a reason that I don't see her again." His face turned red a bit as tears welled into his eyes. Just thinking of his life without Liv's beautiful smile, crushes him.

"I wouldn't do that to you Chris, she deserves to be in your life." Ryelle pulled him into a hug. He gave her a squeeze as they hugged for a min. She pulled back from the hug hearing that Liv's cries have soften." We should go check on her now."

"Okay." Chris placed a kiss on her forehead and they held hands as they made way toward their daughter. Lively held her knees closes, while still wiping her tears. It broke their heart to see her like that, wanting to prevent situation like this in the future.

Both Chris and Ryelle squatted by their Princess. Ry spoke up softly,"Lively baby, Mommy and Daddy ruined your day with our problems. You're too young to be dealing with this and with that we are genuinely sorry Princess."

"Yes baby girl, we are genuinely sorry."

Lively looked up at them with glossy eyes. "Why you can't be like Melanie's parents?" She glanced between both her parents. "They don't yell, you always yell at each other. Is it about me? Is it s-something wrong with me?" Tears fell from her eyes. This broke Ryelle even more, she started crying while wiping the food from Liv's face.

"No! There isn't anything wrong with you Princess. Daddy and I were bumping heads that's all but no more of that."

" Lively Evans, you are perfect in every single way. Your mom and I will figure out this problem. I will make all of this up to you." Chris placed a kiss on her forehead, aw man his heart. "I love you and I love your mother to the fullest." He opened his arms, hoping that she would still come to him. Lively went back into his arms," I love you too."

They both let go of the breath they didn't know they were holding. A part of them hoped their daughter didn't hate them. During the interactions, the waitress brought their lunch but didn't want to interrupt. So they came back to the table to finish their lunch date.

Ryelle was quiet, so many things ran through her mind. She wants this, she wants Chris. There are just so many obstacles that come in the way. Do she just want keep her guard up or say fuck it and let him in? If she do, what are the consequences? Would she be happy? There are so many questions that Ryelle doesn't know if she wants to explore yet. She looked up from her plate of pasta seeing Chris and Lively in their own world sharing food plus jokes.

“Yeah, you get to meet my dog Dodger.”

“Dodger?”

“Yes sweetheart.”

She would love to see this sight for the rest of her life, man the love she has for this man is so strong. Ryelle didn't even know she had zoned out staring at the two loves of her life. "Mommy, what you looking at?"

That pulled Ry out of her trance to see them looking at her with confused expressions. "My bad guys, I was lost in my thoughts."

"She's not going to admit that she was staring at our beauty." Chris sassed to Liv's which made her giggle. Ryelle shook her head at their silliness, letting a smile creep unto her face "I wasn't."

"Oo Guess what!!"Lively spoke excitedly, looking up to her Dad. He gave her his full attention.

"What is it love bug?"

"I go to school tomorrow!"

Chris didn't understand why she mentioned school but he kept the conversation going," Are you excited? You get to hang out with your friends again."

Ryelle giggled at his confusion and spoke up in the conversation. "Chris you know she doesn't have a sense of time. She meant to say it's the first day of school tomorrow."

Now this had Chris excited, he get to experience a milestone. "First day of school Liv, that's great news! You’re a big girl now." Lively stood up in the chair, wrapping her arms around him. He wrapped one arm around her to secure that she won’t fall.

"Yes Daddy! Are you going to be there when I go?"

"Even better sweetheart, I'll be there in the morning to drop you off and pick you up."

"Yayyy!!! Mommy did you hear that?"”

Ryelle gave her daughter a smile, “Yess, I heard the great news. I’ll have you up and ready by time he gets there.” Chris began poking Lively all over sending her into a giggling fit. During this whole time neither one of them have checked their phone.

Ryelle reached for her phone to check the time. It was 3:26 p.m. They had been there for over 2 hours. That made her wonder about Chris’s meetings.

“Uh Chris, what happened to your meeting? We’ve been here for the past two hours.”

“Oh crap, I haven’t checked my phone since you guys got here.”Chris facepalmed as he grabbed his phone probably checking thousands of messages. “I’ll get James to cancel it. Now let’s get the check then go out for ice cream, yeah?”

He canceled his important plans for them. He canceled…plans… for them… Ryelle just sat there fighting a smile from growing. They stared into each other eyes for a second but Ry broke it with tension rising,“Liv is ice cream fine?”

“Ice creamm!”

Ryelle smiled at them, cleaning up around the table. Chris stood up letting go of Liv for a moment, he sat down a couple bills from his pocket. She leaped into his arms and Chris caught her in time.

“Oomf.”

“Liv be careful baby.” Ryelle cautioned as she grabbed her purse from the chair. Chris grabbed Ry hand as they began walking out of the restaurant.

“How about I spend the rest of the day with you guys?” Chris questioned once they stood in front of her car. He gave her a kiss on the cheek, “I’m not taking no for a answer.”

Ryelle looked away in shyness, he still makes her nervous. “That’s fine with me Chris.”

Yeah so all that stuff she was talking about earlier after the phone call,ignore that. Ryelle is weak in the knees, she can’t help but admit it. He cares about her and Liv, that's the part she loves the most. Maybe them taking things slow will help them blossom a beautiful relationship.

When Chris placed Lively in the carseat, Ry still stood outside of the car in a daze. He walked over to the driver side grabbing her waist,"You are so beautiful my love. I could admire your beauty all day everyday."

"Chrisss." A blush crept unto her face trying to push him away from her so he couldn't see.

Chris lets out a laugh knowing he have made her nervous, he placed a finger under her chin so she can look at him. "Come here." He convinced, placing his lips onto hers. Ryelle melted into the kiss, letting out a slight moan when his hand gripped her ass.

This man has her wrapped around his finger, oh god!

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Heyy guys! It's been two years since I've posted and honestly I don't have any reason for that lol. Life be lifing and I just be needing to hop on the train of staying intune with myself. It's been a minute guys but thank you for still loving & supporting my page.

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.

You will see me very soon ;)

Stay Slutty My Friends <3

[serxinns]

Fins and magic~

Yandere Mermaid 1a x mage gn reader!

Glad to be in @lady-ashfade collab event I hope you enjoy!

In a world where mystical creatures like unicorns, witches, dragons other animals that people think weren't real are considered rare valuable treasures or pieces of history that need to be protected and cherished, which sounds good but it was way more darker

Since people discovered that even a picture of a creature worth over 200k dollars people started to try and hunt down the creatures and take them to labs to study which can be described as hell and torture so mystical creatures are forced to hide their powers and change their identity to look more "socially acceptable" in order not to get caught

And thats where you came in you're just a regular high school student who lives alone with their pet cat in a small cozy house by the tides and beaches the reason you live out here but you like the water and view and there are more special items that can go to your potions, you would collect seashells washed up seaweed, sea plants and more! To the point people looked at you, some called you weird and some called you an explorer which gave you the nickname sea collector you didn't really mind the name and you honestly thought it was cool!

One day while you were gathering some items on the beach this time it was some seaweed for a potion-breathing potion you heard someone whimpering and smashing around you looked around to see where the noise came from and you landed on a small Rocky Hill peaked down to see a girl with a single black ponytail with Rudy red tail crushed under some rocks squirming helplessly

You looked around to see if the coast was clear and slid down to help her when the mermaid saw you her claws came out and started hissing and growling "Hey hey I'm just here to help you I swear" You slowly went up to her trying to feel of the rock her tails crushed under and you heard her hissed turned into a whine in distress "it's ok...I'm gonna help you I swear!" You said with a reassuring smile the mermaid calmed down a bit still in pain but seemingly trusting the human

You then begin trying to lift up the rocks you manage to pry off 2 out of the 3 rocks the 3rd rock tho was budged in there deep so using your hands was useless, you then got a stick and tried wedging it between the rocks then pushing down on it trying to open the gap enough for the mermaid to finally free itself quickly crawling its way into the water safety while you cheered for her at the end of the shore

You were about to walk away when you saw something shiny and round In the water you squinted your eyes a bit realizing it was a big pinkish white peral shiny brightly in the moonlight you held it observing it looking around to where it came from and saw there you saw the mermaid again smiling at you then disappearing into the sea

It's been a couple of days since you didn't see the mermaid again but her pearl still shined brightly ever since the day it was handed to you

But Other than that, everything's been acting weird around you, like there would be small pieces of jewelry and other stuff suddenly washing up in front of you, whenever you leave your stuff at the shore like your sock, pen, marbles, etc it's suddenly gone never to be returned and you swore you put it far away from the water

Another then if you would multiple figures from, the water watching staring directly at your house for a few seconds then jumping back Into the water .... Yeah after that incident you started making sure your doors and windows were locked up shut before you sleep

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Momo couldn't stop thinking about you, your soft h/c hair, your adorable face, your everything! She just couldn't! She would always watch you from afar behind a rock Watching as you observe a piece of an item washing up on the shore momo blushed she had never seen a cute little mage like you she just wanted you to take you down with her so you could be with her forever but reality struck knowing humans and mages can't survive I the water

Izuku was the 1st to know his friend's strange behavior Watching how she suddenly left after the pod dinner and brought a piece of the fish to the shore when he asked her one time she said she was going to feed the shark mermaids which was weird since Kirishima, is the only shark mermaids they know for now

Izuku then talked about it with Iida and I thought it was weird too so the Two boys followed Momo one day and hid behind a rock behind her, a hour has pass as they saw nothing, iida just thought that momo just wanted to watch the humans so when he was about to swim out of his hiding spot nand izuku panicked trying not to blow thier cover all 3 of them stopped when they saw the human

Iida and Izuku couldn't pay attention to what they were doing like they were under a spell, you were so beautiful in their eyes the way you giggled and had fun playing with your pet and ran out, the way your h/c hair flowed in the wind, and the way you were running around without care so free in those things you humans call legs, the 3 mermaids were all so mesmerized by the new human they have to have you heck WANT YOU

Momo turned around and saw the 2 mermaids staring at Her human she snarled at them, causing them to flinch back "Why are you staring at what's MINE" "yours?! Since when did you claimed them?" Izuku said glaring at the female iida broke the two of them up "now its not the time to fight let us go before the other humans see us" izuku and momo both stared at each and reluctantly agreed

they quickly swam back to their cove where they were met with the other mermaid tribe all suspicious and worried about their whereabouts, iida then reassured them it was nothing but Izuku interrupted him saying they saw a kind human, a magical human! everyone then gathered around the three of them asking questions about the mage, "they were so lovely their laugh their hair and everything" "perfect to be a mate.." iida murmured just imagining the possibility while momo glared at the both of them

"Noah they sound so manly"

"and cute!"

"Maybe they'll perform magic with us!"

"Do you think they'll like dead fish as a gift"

"OF COURSE NOT SCOTCH TAPE THEYLL PROB LIKE WHAT I BRING THEM"

Ever since then the mermaid fixation was all on you whenever someone mentioned your name they felt warm and fuzzy they wanted you to be their mate their little mage they would fantasize about you having a cute little mermaid tail would it be black Would it be orange would it be mult color or a great shade of f/c? Yea thatll prob suit you!

But they were all too scared to come up because the two-legged monsters were prob gonna hurt them so they came up with a plan to finally meet you! To be their mate~

you were sleeping soundly in your bedroom the only sounds you could hear were your soft snores, your cat's soft purring, and the waves accompanying your room until the pearl started to glow brightly, you glanced at the glowing pearl and grabbed it, you grumbled trying to find an off switch "Follow the music..." you jumped hearing the sudden whisper in your ear you looked around seeing who was responsible but you heard it again this time it was coming from the now glowing pearl..

"Listen to the pearl follow the music"

You were confused until you heard some music playing You know where and tried looking around to find where was this music coming from, you looked out the window and realized it was from outside but it was cold so you grabbed your slippers, a scrap your jacket, the pearl and your staff and stuffed them in your bag and looked closely out the window one last time to observe where the song was coming from you heard some singing a male singing...

You look quite divine tonight~

Here among these vibrant lights

You slowly open the door and creak the open peeping to see where was the beautiful singing from... realizing it came from the ocean you grab put on your slippers get your bag and staff and quietly go out the door observing the beautiful singing It was so addicting and alluring.

Join delight surround us as we sail~

Signed yours truly the whale~

You then heard multiple people joining in the song not just men but women too... you looked around desperately to try and find the singing voices looking around in the water then suddenly you see it no them

Joy's Mirage's kingdom come

No one left at stake

You then see about 20 mermaids in the water coming together and singing a beautiful song your eyes widen as you go closer as the mermaids all spot you the mermaids are in shock at your beauty giggling and gossiping at one another about you, you then suddenly blush in embarrassment, Momo then swam u to the shore and reached out her hand to you, you hesitated since you spotted her sharp claws but momo gently smiled signaling you they were gonna harm you, you then pulled our your arm to the mermaid and she sniffed it a bit and hugged you tightly

You blushed and were adored by her sudden action it made the other mermaids jealous so they all swam up right beside her with open arms trying to do the same which you giggled "Guys guys! I got enough hugs for everyone" You then went up to each of them and hugged them, they then started to introduced themselves with gifts along side it as a greeting

Izuku: a con shell

Iida: a chain necklace with a cotton cap

Shoto: a shiny small crystal

Tsuyu: a shiny rusty fork

Ochako:some beatiful coral

Bakugo: a Shark tooth bracelet

Denki: a worn out watch and a kiss on your handn

Mina: a pretty pink dead seastar

Sero: a dirty looking doll that look like you

Kirishima: Shiny Rock

Momo: a adorable pearl necklace

Jirou: some sea flowers!

Hakagure: a Musicbox

Ojiro:a Cup!

Sato: some Gold coins

Aoyama: a Mirror!

Koda: a torn up plushie!

You put the gifts in your bag and thanked them when you saw how the sun was going up soon you had to leave "I'm sorry guys I gotta leave soon I got to school in the morning but we'll meet each other every day!" They all whined they didn't want you to leave them so soon! Momo even gripped your hand a bit hard but you Glanced at her and smiled "I promise!" You quickly got her hand out of her grasp and quickly left waving behind her they all waved and shouted bye at you as you left their sight to their sadness

They didn't want to say bye not yet not ever! They'll find a way.. they'll do anything for you to have you by their side forever~

Dolphin divider by @anitalenia (for the cute dolphin dividers!)

[red-carter]

Giving Thanks

Now, I've seen my friends and their posts and replying. I wanted to make my own because I know that this one is going to be pretty long. At least, I have an idea that it's going to be pretty long. I won't be able to tag everyone, seeing as I don't know everyone's tumblrs and such like that. There's also going to be some not tags because I'd be too scared to actually tag these people.

I'm so very very thankful for everyone who's come into my life in the last year. I'm thankful to those who've been in my life for several years. My bestest sibs who won't likely see this for the many years that I've been with them, since first grade, middle school, beginning of high school and everyone in between. Those who I call family (not blood related), because you, and everyone I'm about to mention, have helped me in so many ways. As well as just because I'm so happy to have met you. Even if this is just for a season, long or short, I'm so glad to have made the friends and family that I've come across. Who've just been chill, or been there for us.

Thank you @imaginethat0327 for being an inspiration and being the person who helped me step out of my scared and anxious lil bubble I'd created around myself. You're such a lovely person, and I really look forward to our talks, no matter how long apart they are from the last one. Also big thanks to Livie because they've also been such a joy to have met and chat with. Always look forward to our chats <3 Through them I've also met @nyxcentury who's just as lovely. Though we've not talked too much, always love seeing you around. Same goes with Tipthewaitress (dunno their tumblr, so I hope that they see this), and the other lovelies of the Rescue Fire discord server.

@cat-in-the-desert .... I... There's so many things I'm thankful for from you. I'm so thankful that we got to meet, and that you've been such a wonderful friend to the point I consider you one of my closest friends. Genuinely. You're such a lovely person, always looking forward to our chats and hangouts <3

Really quickly, I'm so thankful to have come across @\nightdreamdraws art and animatics, and her AUs... They're so cool and I always look forward to any new art or ideas that they share. Cherrifire with seeing her creative take on the life series, and the amazing things they've done in this community. Magnifique! (Wish I could properly spell that word, apologies if it's wrong, or has no accents, I'm just trying to be wholesome here.... :)) There's so many others, their animatics, art, animations, edits, that I'm so thankful that I've gotten to see because everyone is amazing! I swear-!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

@ezzriin stares and blinks with an ever growing smile You're a lovely lil guy that I'm so grateful to have met. I wanna squish you /pos. I might have to DM you another paragraph I swear— So lovely, and a wonderful chaotic gremlin that I hold dear in my heart.

@foxhunter350 I would write a full paragraph if I could right now, but I'm trying to keep these short.... I'm thankful to have met you. Getting to write ideas and such with you has been such a blast, looking forward to more with you mate. So very grateful to have you in my life. /gen

@nine-of-diamonds, @1watermelontea, @crabbri stares blankly at you three You're all so amazing, I'm thankful that I came across Chasing The Horizon Line and got to meet you. The butterfly affect is something I think about constantly, and so thankful for in this situation. The chaos and fun that we've all had, I cherish it with my whole heart. Thank you for the amazing series to read and the fun times we've had and will have in the future. (please leave me out of this big ass polycule, not professing my love to you lot just yet, again.... /vsilly)

@writingwithaglassquill Quilly, Eilly, my beautiful darling of a muse? /silly /lh /p Lmao, sorry, that was a weird way to start this. I'm thankful to you, and I know I've told you this many times, but I'm forever grateful for coming across your story IHTH because it really gave me the urge to want to write again. You've done so much, you're a fabulous person, and I'm so glad to have met someone like you. A steady head to keep me from just completely sinking. (this is me professing my love /vsilly /j /p) Genuinely so thankful to have met you when I did, looking forward to the future ahead.

@gildedmicah18 Meka-Meka... Darling Micah. /vsilly /lh /p You're such a wonderful person to chat with, always looking forward to our chats. Thankful to have you in my life you amazing cutie you! (Really really wanna squish you and also may or may not see you as a little sibling.)

@nyxtheeclipse Hai. You're a cutie. <3 .... Yes, I was tempted to just leave it at that. My bad XD Anywooooo!~ Thankful to you Nyx for everything you've done. You're an amazing person, love you lots mate! Very creative, and always looking forward to what you make and share!

@yourfavouritevigilante (hoping this tags.... it's being funky) You're such a lovely individual, along with your system. We all love you. You're all like siblings to us and we're so very very thankful to have met you Tobes. Genuinely, we're always looking forward to getting to chat or hang out with you lot. So fun to joke with, or pick fun with each other or stopping fights (like earlier XD). Genuinely though, and I may say this far too much, we love you so very much. See you like a little sibling for reals. Or child, depending on if it's us, or Impy, Skizzy, and Jess. So grateful to have gotten to know you and hang out with you lots, squishing you all. (except those who don't like getting hugs which is a-okay)

@peridot-the-kitten .... Okay, I genuinely forgot the words I was going to start off with XD. I love that I've just confused you in CTHL hahahahah. I'm so thankful to have met you Lain. You're a lovely and creative individual that now? I can't believe you scared me before XD. Grateful to have met you, and gotten to know you. So many jokes and fun has been had, and you've been a wonderful grounding point in lots of stuff that's happened as well. Always looking forward to our chats and hangout sesses.... sessions.... Love you lots!!! (totally professing my love /vsilly /j /p)

@moonstarsongs You're a darling sweetheart of an angst lover. You've been such a wonderful friend and lovely individual to chat with. So very thankful to have met you and that I get to chat with you whenever we can (since different time schedules and whatnot). <3 <3 <3

@archaic-dragon You're very lovely, so glad that we've gotten to chat and whatnot. Seriously, so very thankful. You're amazing, got so much creativity, it's been wonderful to get to hang out and whatnot. Always looking forward to chats with you or gaming and such. Thank you Arcy!

@will-falling-fell Haven't chatted with you too much, at least that I'm thinking back on. But you're a sweetheart from what I can remember. I see you chatting with the others in CTHL and stuff, and it always brings a smile to our face. Grateful to have met you, even if we don't talk much right now, hoping to get to chat with you more in the future. <3 <3 <3 <3

@tinydekuscrub Hai darling! Love you lots. So very grateful to have met you. Pretty sure I say this almost anytime we chat really. You're a lovely person, and we love chatting with you and everyone else. Thanks for dealing with our smart and dumbass XD, and looking forward to all future chats and hangouts. (Guys, I swear, I'm too gay for this person, I really really wanna write more XD)

There's still many more people I could write out thanks for, but for now, I think it's best that this be it for a bit. Again, thank you to everyone who we've gotten to meet, who's given us ideas, given us new life and fun things to look forward to. Lots of good times in the future. Here's to another year of fun and laughter and even in the not-so-good-times, love you all so much!

[t1oui]

can I please get your thoughts on rosekiller raising Luna?? I've been obsessed with it lately and you've mentioned it before I want to know more about your headcannons!!!

AAAAAA OKAY im obsessed with them too but i think this has been established. just

first of all think canon luna but 10x more unhinged bc rosekiller are not doing her any favors in the "having morals" and "acting normal" departments (we love that for them)

BARTY CALLS LUNA PRINCESS. i am so... no i cant even lie and say im normal about this it's just a fact of life. he calls her princess and he treats her like one too.

they probably commit crimes or something (if you want more info on this search "criminal au" on my blog bc i have so many thoughts... there's also like 3 things under the tag "criminal au 2 electric boogaloo" lol)

this tag on one of my posts. it says a lot

back to what i said about luna being treated like a princess: does she dress weird? yes. but her clothes and necklaces and the radishes she makes earrings out of are TOP TIER QUALITY bc their girl deserves that.

the three of them wear friendship bracelets

what luna calls them depends on how she's feeling - sometimes she calls them uncle barty and uncle evan, sometimes papa and dad, sometimes just barty and evan

luna gets her offputting gaze from evan and it shows

somehow she's actually such a well-rounded child?? absolutely nobody expects this

rosekiller encourage luna's interests!!!

the three of them cuddle a lot, especially luna and barty.

luna gets all the hogwarts gossip and reports it back to barty via owl

barty 100% teaches luna to drive at age 10 (evan is sitting in the backseat hanging on for dear life)

barty teaches luna how to pickpocket and evan teaches her potions (he doesn't talk about pandora and reg that often, but he makes sure she's got their skill sets)

autistic luna getting a new pair of noise-cancelling headphones. barty and evan helping her cover them in stickers. barty asking to try them out. luna and evan getting him his own pair and covering them in stickers for him :))

(barty cries)

(he actually cries a lot bc "hey, it's okay to cry, luna. no, i'm not crying because of that card you just gave me, but the drawing was really nice and i'm going to cherish it forever")

(she sees right through him but she doesn't say so)

whoever luna ends up with gets a very serious shovel talk from barty and evan (evan does most of the talking, barty just sits there glaring at luna's partner).

ginny finds it funny as hell. anybody else is scared shitless. (this gets ginny a good rep with barty and evan.)

they're soooo soft for each other.

i'm a personal fan of luna and cho being friends and i have a feeling evan and barty would, inexplicably, love her.

barty and evan hate sirius. sirius hates them back. the order of the phoenix has an unspoken rule that the three of them are not allowed in a room together.

barty is italian and luna & ev both know italian for him, so they speak italian with each other a lot.

muggle au rosekiller raising luna!! they hold a special place in my heart. barty and evan run an italian restaurant together and luna is a waitress there. (so is harry.)

yk how snape treats harry like shit bc he hated james? yeah, barty and evan treat harry well bc regulus loved james. (also bc they don't take out their anger on children but mostly bc being mean to someone who reminds them of regulus would hurt too much.)

i swear i have more thoughts about them but i'm totally blanking right now so uhh... feel free to send more asks and i will reply when i have thoughts !! thanks for the ask :)

[beesfairlyland]

Heyy! I just wanna ask you something related to non dualism cus I'm really getting curious ≧﹏≦ 🤍🤍

⚠️tw: mention of suicide, depression and swearing

I've had this thing going on in my head that I wanna share with you. I have a friend of mine that's depressed, and suicidal (yeah actually even I'm tryna help her state of mental health) she always try to make sad or depressing jokes, but 2 days ago she said something that's stuck in my head for a while. She said ‘‘people who get to die are such damn lucky b*stards’’ actually this seems like some sort of thing that our society terms suicide as ‘passing on the pain to the others’ But for me, as someone who's into non dualism finds it interesting.

Like people who die, means they leave the physical realm, are lucky? Like is death inevitable for us pure awarenesses? I think not cus you entirely leave your physical realm once you die. Actually ik there's no start or an end for all of us. Suppose we plan on a reincarnation or something in this reality, and we leave our physical realm (which is an illusion ofc) we can definitely wake up wherever we want to right? So suicidal people intend and plan to reincarnate in a better place? I mean just help me out lol, there's a lot of questions going on in my head.

Sorry for the long ass story lol, if you're not comfortable to answer this it's totally fine! Or if you know, just link some articles or something if you find :)

Have a nice day ☆(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*🤍🤍

Heyaa!!💗

I am soo sorry that your friend is going through this phase....tell her that it's not forever and it's gonna be alright!!

Hmm...your question is quite interesting. Let's jump into that!

(whatever i say it's just my opinion... don't take them as fact)

"like ppl who die, means they leave physical realm are lucky"

Yeah they are kinda lucky as they get rid of the illusionary pain of this illusionary world and then what? They reincarnate again into another seemingly appearing human and go thru the cycle of illusionary life again, die again, born again....and this goes on until they decide to find the actual reason of their illusionary birth.

And that my love, is finding our True selves. The reason we were put on this planet, this game called life was too find who we are. But funny enough, we took this game soo seriously that we forgot the actual purpose of the game. This treasure hunt game was made for THAT to have some fun.

And once you find yourSELF..... that's when you are "lucky". After that you take the game as a game. You enjoy it. You cherish the beautiful moments this character experience. And you become Free from pain.

"like is death inevitable for us pure awareness"

THAT was never born, so THAT can never die.

Infact imo death is inevitable as long as you want it to be. As THAT you decide what you want. You wanna live forever...ofc go ahead!!

"so suicidal people intend and plan to reincarnate in a better place"

Noo!! They just hope that they'll be reincarnated in some less miserable human. But all they do is just make themselves enter in the cycle of illusionary life again.

DO NOT EVER THINK SUICIDE IS THE SOLUTION FOR REALISING SELF..... IT'S JUST GONNA "RESTART" THE "JOURNEY" OF REALISING SELF AGAIN

Once you Realise SELF completely that's when you get to choose which experience you wanna have in next soo called rebirth (if you choose to reborn). Ofc all illusionary.

Hope i made you understand a bit!

And it's totally okayy....you can ask me whatever you want to!!

Hope you have a nice day too!!💗

[starogeorgina]

Broken bonds

Paring: Ser Harwin Strong/reader

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: So I've had a few asks about Harwin and Rhaenyra's relationship in this story, so I'm just answering them here. To clarify, Harwin is 100% not the father of Rhaenyra's three oldest children - their only connection in broken bonds is Vaella

2.03

“Forgive me, princess, but might I ask what happened?”

You turn on your heels to see Lord Larys looking at your scarred hand. You hadn’t noticed him prior because he was sitting in a well-shaded area within the courtyard.

Always lurking in the shadows.

“A received an arrow through the hand during the battle for the stepstones.”

Intrigued Larys motions for you to sit beside him. “Were you on the beach when it happened?”

“No,” you say politely. “I was on the dragon's back. The battle was almost over when members of the Triarchy came out of their hiding spot in a cave and fired upon us. Ser Laenor got away on Seasmoke, but I was not so lucky. It’s a painful thing to witness your dragon in pain. I was so concerned with the arrows hitting Varos that I hardly felt the one that struck me.”

“What happened to those who fired upon you, princess?”

“I bathed them in fire.”

“Hmm, my brother must be very proud of marrying a Targaryen princess who’s been to battle. I imagine you will be very happy together.”

Presenting a cordial smile, you nod, “I think we will as well.”

You watch as servants hurried to prepare for the first grand feast of many being held to celebrate the king's first grandchildren. During a rare moment of solitude while both your sons were tended to by their wet nurses, you decided to take a walk outside to clear your head. Since you opted to feed your sons yourself throughout the night, headaches had been a normal thing for you due to lack of sleep, so the fresh air had done you wonders.

“Will you be remaining in the keep? I know Harwin is the heir to Harrenhal, but it would be nice for you to return to Dragonstone, where you... went through so much together.”

Lary's lips moved as he smiled, but his eyes remained the same. It was known that Clubfoot was untrustworthy, especially with his friendship with the queen being kept a secret. Strong or not, he was another person to keep away from your sons. Before you have a chance to say anything further, you jump to your feet immediately after hearing shrieking close by. You look up and let out a hearty laugh, seeing Caraxes flying over the keep. “Excuse me, Lord Larys, I must go and greet my uncle. I will see you tonight.”

“Of course, princess,” he says, bowing his head. “I shall see you there.”

—

You wait by the entrance of the dragonpit for your uncle to emerge, and when he does, you smile at him brightly, like an excited child, as he approaches you with his arms outstretched. “Rijes aōt, ñuha gevie niece!” He takes hold of both your hands and says, “Two, I hear. Congratulations. I cannot wait to meet the realm's future greatest dragon riders.”

“Thank you, uncle; I cannot wait for you to meet my sons.”

His jaw tightens when Syrax roars in the distance; the happiness in his eyes fades and is overtaken by sadness. Usually, he was delighted to see your sister. Daemon cleared his throat and said, “I’ve got a gift for you.” He reaches into the small satchel he takes with Dragon Rider and pulls out a dagger. “It’s made of Valyrian steel.”

Your finger smooths over the handle, which has your house’s symbol engraved into it. In a way, his gift reminded you of the three-headed dragon; since Daemon had a dark sister and Rhaenyra had her necklace, and now that you had a dagger, the three of you possessed a part of your family's history.

“Thank you; I will cherish it forever,” you say sincerely while trying not to get emotional. “Uncle, is there something bothering you?”

“My wife, Lady Laena, is pregnant.”

“Fantastic news, is it not?” The people who were around the dragonpit began to stare when your uncle didn't reply right away and appeared to have zoned out. You nudge him lightly, “Uncle?”

“Yes, fantastic news. Lord Corlys and Princess Rhaenys are ecstatic, as are I and Laena.”

“How many people know?”

“Not many. Laena hasn’t shared the news with her brother yet.”

“Which means you haven’t told Rhaenyra,” you say, squeezing his arm. “My sister will be delighted for you, and so will my father.”

While pregnant, you often snuck through secret passages to visit Harwin at night and nearly always overheard the servants gossiping. Nothing ever particularly interested you; you would only ever ease off when hearing your sister's name being mentioned. It seemed to be common knowledge amongst the servants in the keep and Driftmark that Rhaenyra had become fond of Lady Laena. Rhaenyra, Daemon, and Laena seemed to be in some kind of polyamorous relationship, but it wasn’t your business, so you never asked. But if it were true, you could understand why your uncle was hesitant to share the news with your sister; he didn’t want to hurt her.

When Syrax starts to fly into the dragon pit, you offer Daemon a kind smile and say, “I will leave you to greet my sister; I’ll see you tonight.”

—

Stepping onto the small platform, you admire the velvet gown you have chosen. The floor-length gown was red and had a corset-style top, puffed sleeves that draped down each arm, and black intricate detailing and embellishments. It was beautiful, and for the first time, you felt like one of the princesses you’d read about in books as a child. Hearing a gurgling noise, you look over your shoulder to see Harwin rocking the cradle beside him gently with his foot while holding one of your sons with his good arm. You found it amazing that Harwin was still finding time to care for the boys despite his injuries.

“They are both gorgeous princesses,” your lady in waiting says as she puts the final red pins into your braid.

“Thank yo-”

You’re cut off when the door to your quarter opens and Ser Criston steps inside; he bows his head in the direction of you and your lady in waiting and says, “Princess, her grace is here to see you.”

“Ser Criston,” Alicent smiles as Harwin and your lady in waiting greet her properly. She waves for one of her servants to come into the room, and the servant lowered her head as she entered the room carrying a hideous green dress. “Princess Vaella, as a gesture of goodwill, I’ve had my seamstress custom-make you a dress that will better hide your… curves.”

You bite your tongue. You didn’t know what bothered you more: Alicent going out of her way to embarrass you or Ser Criston not acknowledging Harwin, which was a clear sign of disrespect. The seconds pass by with Alicent looking at you smugly, awaiting a reply.

“I think my betrothed looks rather beautiful in what she’s wearing.”

You smile brightly at Harwin. He was the only person whose opinion truly mattered to you. Of course, your family and close friends mattered, but only Harwin could cause butterflies to dance in your stomach. The glint in his eyes suggested he truly meant it. He smiles back at you before returning his attention to the babe, who is starting to babble in his arms.

—

“A fucking green dress!” Daemon sneered. “Malicious cunt—”

“Uncle!” You motion to the baby in his arms.

Damon chuckles at you before shaking his head. The celebration feast was in full swing, and mostly everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Your father was laughing with his hand while Rhaenyra danced with a few of the ladies from other houses. It did sadden you slightly that she appeared to be avoiding Lady Laena and your uncle, but now wasn’t the time to check in on her. The last thing you wanted was to upset her by mentioning it. You fully believed Rhaenyra would be happy for them, but it would mean the three of them wouldn’t be able to spend so much time together.

Feeling eyes on you, you look at the table closest to the high table at your end and see Harwin talking to two young ladies who resembled the house's strong appearance. Harwin grins when he catches you staring, and you smile back. Usually you would have gone over and introduced yourself, but with Aerion sleeping so peacefully in your arms, you were reluctant to disturb him.

“Fucking greens,” Daemon mumbles, looking over at the opposite side of the room where the Hightowers from Old Town were sitting, all of them wearing green clothing.

You sigh, “Don’t let their presence ruin the night, uncle. We have far too much to celebrate, my sons; my wedding; you having a baby of your own.”

“Speaking of sons,” Daemon chuckles as Vaegon grips his long silver hair with his tiny hand, then pulls it. “I predict this little dragon will love sparring when he’s older.”

You laugh until the music stops, and everyone looks to the hall's entrance to see the Queen. You roll your eyes. “I guess she finally decided to grace us with her presence.”

As Alicent approached the high table everyone stood, everyone but you and Daemon, which didn’t go unnoticed by others. You cuddled Aerion closer to you when Alicent stood in front of you and said, “Congratulations, stepdaughter.”

She moves on quickly without glancing at your uncle, who was beside you. When the queen is out of earshot and the music resumes, Daemon takes a gulp of wine with his free hand before leaning into you and asking, “Would you like my advice?”

“Naturally.”

“You and Ser Harwin should take your sons to the dragon out, fly to Dragonstone tonight, and ask for a septon as soon as you arrive.”

Rijes aōt, ñuha gevie niece! - Congratulations, my beautiful niece!

[xxbyimm]

Anima Nera - Severus Snape x OC - Chapter 1 - The Return

Anima Nera - Severus Snape x OC - Chapter 1 - The Return

Summary:  She had to be the most annoying thing Severus had ever seen. Susannah Brown was the vibrant, colorful and chatty type; already moving throughout Hogwarts like she owned the place, always followed by that ridiculous creature of hers. Susannah was a little too loud, too inquisitive, and far too smart for her own good. There was no way Severus was going to share his dungeons with a character like hers, like she deserved Horace Slughorn's old quarters. No, he would see to that. There was no room in his domain for anything but his own black, bruised soul.

Right...?

Warnings: A bit of swearing.

Author’s note: I realize I'm in deep trouble, but WHAT WAS I TO DO!! I was rewatching the Harry Potter movies with my s/o, and my Severus crush woke from its slumber. The man is such a rich, complex character and I JUST AFDSKAJKFJSDFFFHHH!!!!! So here we are, giving Sev a love story that sweeps him off his feet. 🥰 I'm not a native English speaker and this work has no beta, so all mistakes are mine to cherish; I hope you don't mind. Furthermore, I'm not that active on Tumblr, AO3 is the main platform where I post my work. If you think you've missed an update, make sure to check my AO3!

‘Nothing stays hidden forever.’

August, 1990

It was strange to be back.

Susannah's fingers curled around the leather straps of her worn handbag, her hazel eyes taking in the impressive sight of Hogwarts’ grounds. It had been a decade since she had set foot here, yet the place seemed all the same—from the majestic towers reaching up into the sky, the greenhouses in front of the Bell Tower, the lake looming behind the castle and the owlery on her far right—unaltered by time.

Suzy herself had changed, though. The girl that had roamed these grounds a decade ago had been hopeful, excited even, for the future—blissfully unaware of all the awful things that were about to unfold. Teenager Suzy had been right about one thing though; her life-long dream of working with the great serpents of the east had been fulfilled, albeit her time in Romania had unexpectedly been cut short. Shards of her sudden departure loomed in her mind’s eye—Ravana’s awful snarls, loud shouting, flashes of blue and green light, followed by utter darkness. Tears stung in her eyes and Suzy bit on her lip, her hand reaching for the small creature that had hid itself amidst her burgundy curls, lounging comfortably around her neck—her affections rewarded with a soft purr.

Albus Dumbledore’s visit and consequential offer to take this job at Hogwarts had come just in time—just so eerily coincidental. Suzy had been hesitant at first—Professor Binns had taught the History of Magic class for longer than anyone could remember, how on earth could anyone dream to replace him—but Dumblefore had been persuasive, arguing that the subject could use a new, fresh perspective. Furthermore, with Suzy’s arrival the headmaster could finally grant Professor Binns all the time in the world to submerge himself in his beloved research. Everyone would be happy, right? Well…

The students probably weren’t as thankful for the decision—the History of Magic classes had been popular nap hours even during Suzy’s time—but now all this was over; soon hundreds of unruly kids would have to learn about their heritage in a more immersive, interactive way than ever before—whether they liked it or not.

‘I must be mad,’ Suzy mumbled to herself, suppressing a wave of nausea that hit her. ‘Barking mad….’

There was no taking it back, she knew that; she had accepted the offer and signed her contract—all she had to do was gather the courage to actually do her job. Suzy’s fingers brushed over her deep blue trench coat and she shuffled on her feet, the tip of her black Oxford shoe brushing against her leather trunk. Dumbledore had faith in her, he had told her so. All would be well. Besides, she still had two weeks to prepare for the first term, which surely would be plenty of time—especially for a former Ravenclaw student.

‘Oi, Suzy! Is that you?!’ A low voice boomed over the grounds, to which Suzy’s heart sprung up in its cage. It had been many months since she had properly talked to him, which unfortunately was a natural consequence of working abroad. Her favorite skirt—a long, flowy umber colored design with a paisley pattern which she had paired with a plain, long sleeved black shirt—rushed as she flung around. Upon seeing her friend, her face broke into a smile. ‘Rubeus Hagrid!’ Suzy cried out. ‘It’s been so long! How have you been?’ ‘Ah, you know,’ Hagrid replied, a broad smile cracking open his face. He put his arms around her and pulled her into a hug that almost crushed her bones. As Suzy grimaced against his belt, a quiet growl rose from under the curtain of her hair. ‘Dumbledore likes to keep me busy,’ Hagrid told Suzy, oblivious to her and her companion’s discomfort, though he carefully released them all the same. He eyed her with an amused twinkle. ‘I reckon Dumbledore isn’t too happy about our little projects, you know.’ Suzy laughed, knowing full well that their shared love of dangerous creatures—no matter how big or small—was hazardous at best. Which was exactly why her friend could not know about her latest pet, at least not yet. ‘Then our headmaster must have had a lapse in his judgment,’ she mused. ‘For he has hired me as the new History of Magic teacher.’ ‘Congratulations!’ Hagrid said, beaming. ‘I’ve heard the rumors, but I thought to myself: Suzy’s off working with dragons in Romania, why would she ever want to return here?!’ Suzy shrugged and ignored the painful sting of regret rushing through her stomach. ‘I was,’ she said. ‘But you know Dumbledore; he can be quite convincing when he wants to be.’ She gestured at her trunk that stood by her feet. ‘So now I’m here, ready to prepare myself for the next term.’ ‘I’d say you get plenty of time for that,’ Hagrid remarked. ‘We even get to spend some time together, I hope. Do you need me to help carry your stuff inside?’ ‘Please,’ Suzy pleaded, though that was rather unnecessary—her friend had already hoisted her suitcase under one arm, escorting her towards the main entrance. ‘I’d love to catch up with you, it’s been too long.’ ‘Aye,’ Hagrid agreed. ‘I’ve been brewing something special for the occasion, just in case. Do you still hold your liquor like you used to?’ She smiled faintly. ‘I’m not sure, it’s been a while.’ Hagrid shot her a glance, his dark eyes studying her for a moment. Then he grinned. ‘Who are you and what have you done with Susannah Brown?’ ‘Professor Brown shouldn’t consume too many beverages I’m afraid,’ Suzy told him. ‘She has an example to set for future legacies’, no matter how tempting said alcoholic beverages might be.’ ‘Who turned you so solemn?!’ Suzy laughed. ‘No one. I’m trying to leave a good impression.’ She turned to her friend, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. ‘But after that, I’m in….’

Apparently her new colleagues were all very excited to meet her, for Suzy wasn’t granted a moment’s rest; her trunk and coat were left forgotten at the foot of the grand stairs while Suzy herself was being whisked away to the teacher’s lounge by none other than Minerva McGonagall.

‘We’re so thrilled to have you, dear,’ McGonagall told her as they made their way through the castle—her brisk, certain steps followed by Suzy’s unsure footing. ‘And you’re conveniently in time for our staff meeting.’ ‘Is that so? Our headmaster failed to mention that,’ Suzy replied, panic rising in her chest. She raked a hand through her unruly curls, though careful not to disturb—or show—her companion. ‘I believe I’m wholly unprepared, I’m so sorry.’ McGonagall shook her head and offered her new colleague a reassuring smile. ‘Don’t worry, dear; we won’t expect anything of you yet, just be present and we’ll see how it goes, won’t we?’ ‘I will do my best,’ Suzy promised wholeheartedly, determined not to mess up. ‘Though if I may: Hagrid didn’t seem informed about the fact there’s a meeting—at least, he hasn’t mentioned it upon my arrival.’ ‘Good. You’re still as sharp as a whip, I see,’ McGonagall said with a nod. ‘Professor Dumbledore required Rubeus’ presence elsewhere, which is why he won’t make it today. But don’t worry, you’ll see your friend at dinner tonight.’ Suzy nodded, temporary relief washing over her. At least she wouldn’t have to endure her first meal at Hogwarts as a Professor in the sole company of her former teachers too; a staff meeting would suffice. She followed McGonagall through the corridor, taking in the portraits, tapestry and solemn gray walls she had missed. Despite it being equally awkward and uncomfortable to be back, she had always felt at home at Hogwarts too; surely the discomfort would pass sooner or later.

‘This is the staffroom,’ McGonagall announced after turning a corner. She placed her hand on the heavy, wooden door in front of them. ‘The password is apricus.’ At that, the door opened with a heavy creak and the Professor and former student stepped inside. ‘So spending time away from the students is a sunny prospect, then?’ Suzy mused, appreciating the Latin password. ‘I’ve often wondered what this room would look like—’

She was not sure what to expect—she’d never seen a teacher’s lounge before—but it certainly wasn’t… this. The lounge wasn’t as spacious as the Ravenclaw common room that Suzy had frequented in her time, but the lack of space made the place feel much more welcoming. Suzy’s eyes traveled over the stone floor—that was covered by rugs in all kinds of colors and shapes— and the gray walls, which were packed with various paintings and portraits. A narrow corridor on her right gave entrance to the teacher’s library—complete with a few desks—and on the far side of the room, a sitting area was overlooked by four windows that reached from floor to ceiling—the exquisite stained glass in them depicting Hogwarts' four founders. The sitting area held at least a dozen comfortable armchairs, which were centered around two enormous hearths that filled the room with a pleasant glow. Even from the entrance, Suzy felt the heat radiating against her skin.

McGonagall led Suzy through the room towards Professor Flitwick and madame Hooch, who were lounging on two chairs near the fire. ‘Might I re-introduce Miss Susannah Brown?’ she said. ‘I’m sure you are acquainted with her already, for she has enjoyed her education here at Hogwarts.’ ‘Hello Miss Brown,’ Madame Hooch greeted her with a small, friendly smile. ‘How many years has it been?’ ‘More than a decade already,’ Suzy replied with a nod. ‘I graduated in 1979.’ ‘Really?’ Madame Hooch mused, slumping back in her chair. ‘So it’s true, then. We’re getting old, Filius.’ Professor Flitwick laughed and put down the book that had been levitating in front of his face. ‘Don’t mind her. It’s good to have you back, Miss Brown,’ he remarked with his twinkling eyes. ‘How are you?’ Suzy smiled at the head of Ravenclaw house. ‘It’s good to be back, Professor Flitwick; though it’s a bit unexpected.’ ‘Dumbledore reigned you in, didn’t he?’ Flitwick established as he leapt from his chair. McGonagall flashed him a glare, to which the Charm’s Professor chuckled. ‘I’m merely speaking the truth, Minerva,’ he said. ‘We all know our headmaster’s tendency to collect people. I’d say he’s even better at it than our own Horace Slughorn.’ McGonagall heaved a sigh. ‘It might be common knowledge, Filius, but that doesn’t mean you should mention it, especially not in front of our newest staff member.’ ‘I don’t mind,’ Suzy said, in earnest. ‘I let him, after all. Tell me, is Professor Slughorn still teaching here?’ ‘Professor Slughorn is enjoying his retirement,’ McGonagall replied. ‘Our current Potion’s Master is Professor Snape.’ ‘Severus Snape?’ Suzy inquired, ignoring the weird knot her stomach started to twist itself in. She had hoped against all odds he wouldn’t have been here, but if she was truthful with herself she couldn’t imagine him living in any other place. Of course he was still here. ‘Weren’t you in the same year as Professor Snape?’ McGonagall asked, watching her befuddled expression with interest. Suzy quickly shook her head, her eyes darting over the room to make sure Professor Snape wasn’t here. ‘No, he was one year above me. Though we met a few times at Professor Slughorn’s dinner parties.’ Professor Flitwick laughed at the remark and even Suzy could appreciate the irony; apparently both Snape and herself had been collected by Professor Slughorn first, only to be lured into the school once more by none other than Professor Dumbledore.

The fact that they had shared Hogwarts as students didn’t mean Suzy knew Snape well, on the contrary—aside from the obvious fact that they had been sorted in different houses, the older students tended to look down at the younger ones, making their interactions sparse—even at those infamous dinner parties. Embarrassingly enough, those spare interactions had been more than enough for teenager Suzy to develop a crush on Severus Snape—much to her best friends’ amusement. Granted, Severus could be seen as an unlikely choice, but Suzy always had found him equally cute and smart—the enigmatic, tormented air around him drawing her attention like a moth around a flame. Which was exactly why she had ended up in his bed that one summer night years later—drunk and stupid. Oh God, this was going to be so embarrassing.

Feeling slightly light-headed, Suzy followed McGonagall, Flitwick and Hooch to a portrait in the far left end of the room. McGonagall nodded at the figure and the portrait flew aside, revealing a small doorway that led to a conference room. Despite her nerves, a faint smile crossed Suzy’s face. Hogwarts never ceased to enthrall her—it was always so… refreshingly inefficient, with a flair for theatrics.

The conference room was mostly empty and a large, oaken table dominated the place. Though Mcgonagall had mentioned an upcoming staff meeting, Suzy was surprised to only discover Professor Sprout already sitting at the left end of the table. Upon noticing her former student, the Herbology teacher beamed.

‘Welcome back, Susannah!’ she said, waving with enthusiasm. ‘We’re so happy you’re here! You were an excellent student, I’m sure you’ll do just as great with teaching. Come sit with me and share all of your adventures before we start!’ Heat flooded Suzy’s cheeks, but she obliged anyway. ‘Ah, but Professor Sprout—’ ‘Call me Pomona, sweetheart. Do you care for some tea?’ Professor Sprout offered, gesturing at the steaming teapot in front of her. ‘I think Miss Brown would want something stronger,’ madame Hooch replied with a grin as she elbowed Suzy in her arm. ‘It’s her first hour here and she already has to endure a staff meeting.’ The portrait creaked, bringing madame Pomfrey inside. ‘Ah!’ She called. ‘I see you’re back, Miss Brown!’ ‘That I am,’ Suzy greeted the matron with a grin. ‘It’s good to see you.’ ‘Just promise me you won’t set yourself on fire again, Susannah,’ madame Pomfrey remarked. ‘A certain part of my hospital ward still smells like burned hair.’ Suzy laughed and sat down next to Professor Sprout, already feeling more at ease. ‘I’m so sorry, madame Pomfrey,’ she said. ‘I assure you I’ve sworn off hair dyeing ever since.’ ‘I was surprised you deemed it necessary,’ the matron replied, gracefully seating herself at the vacant spot on the other side of their Herbology colleague. ‘Ah, thank you Pomona,’ she murmured as she accepted a cup of tea. ‘That burgundy shade of yours, Susannah, is seldomly seen, it would be a waste not to keep it.’ Suzy—thoroughly embarrassed by all the kind attention she currently received—brushed a curl behind her ear and looked down at the ground. ‘Don’t be nervous, dear,’ Professor Sprout spoke while silently handing Suzy a cup of tea as well. ‘We’re all sure you will be a valuable addition. Professor Binns wasn’t much of a talker—outside of his classroom of course—and we could use some fresh insights.’ ‘Where has Professor Binns gone?’ Suzy inquired, as she traced her fingers over the rim of her teacup, which was piping hot—a bit like being burned by the fires of Hel—and caused her to retreat her hands into her lap. ‘Professor Dumbledore told me he’s going to devote his time to his studies, but has he left Hogwarts?’ ‘No, he’s still here with us,’ madame Hooch replied, taking a seat at Suzy’s side. ‘I’m afraid Professor Binns has requested to keep his old classroom,’ McGonagall told Suzy. ‘You’ve been assigned Horace Slughorn’s old spare classroom and adjoining office instead.’ Suzy’s face lit up. Though all of Professor Slughorn’s former quarters were situated in the dungeons, they never had felt damp or uncomfortable—in her opinion, the small ceiling windows gave the spaces a cozy hue; she couldn’t have picked a more suitable place herself. ‘I don’t think Miss Brown minds,’ madame Hooch commented with a grin while she elbowed Suzy to pass her a cup. ‘No, I really don’t,’ Suzy agreed, handing over the requested tea. ‘That’s settled then,’ McGonagall decided.

Slowly but surely the teacher’s lounge filled with the rest of the staff—both familiar and unfamiliar faces—the most greeting Suzy like she was a long lost cousin. Though it was slightly awkward to be around most of her former teachers, it was hard not to feel welcome, everyone seemed happy she was there.

Albus Dumbledore was the second-last to enter, gracefully nodding at every member of his staff before taking his seat on the head of the table, the seat on his right still vacant—Severus Snape was still nowhere to be seen. Thank the heavens.

‘Welcome everybody,’ Professor Dumbledore began in his decisive tone, effectively gathering the attention of the whole table—even Professor Trelawney seemed to have mustered a present state of mind. ‘I’m happy most of you are here. Rubeus is currently occupied, so unfortunately he won’t be able to attend.’ Though Suzy was curious what kind of task Hagrid was asked to carry out this time, no one seemed to have the same train of thought. She pursed her lips together, mentally reminding herself she could ask her friend later. Hagrid was terrible at keeping secrets, so she would have it out of him in no time. ‘Furthermore,’ Dumbledore went on, his eyes landing on Suzy. ‘We are happy to welcome two new staff members in our midst. You might all know Susannah Brown already as our former student; she has graciously accepted the position of History of Magic teacher. We hope you have a great time at Hogwarts, Susannah.’ ‘Thank you, headmaster,’ Suzy spoke, her cheeks prickling from all the attention that was directed at her and the room suddenly felt uncomfortably stuffy—not to speak about the creature in her neck that radiated her own body heat back at her. ‘I’m glad to be here.’ Dumbledore gave her an encouraging smile before continuing. ‘Alas our second newcomer has to settle some affairs, but he will join us as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at the start of the first term.’ ‘Who will fill the position this time, Albus?’ Madame Hooch inquired. ‘Amos Warrington has offered to fulfill the post,’ Dumbledore said. ‘I believe he will do wonderfully.’

Amos Warrington?! Dumbledore could not possibly mean—

Suzy shuffled in her seat and waited for the final blow, but again no one seemed to wonder why Amos Warrington, as a famous auror, had any interest in teaching at Hogwarts. Even as the exceptional student in Suzy’s year, Amos had always gravitated towards the thrills—and dangers—of life; no one had been surprised when he became an auror for the role suited him perfectly. Suzy’s hands fiddled with her cup. Why would Amos want to come back? And why right now? Add that to the pile of misery. Just her luck.

The portrait opened one final time, bringing a lovely cold gust of air with it. A tall, slender man with raven hair that reached his shoulders and a strong, Roman nose stepped over the threshold. He was completely clad in black—save for his white shirt that popped up from under his button-up coat at the sleeves and collar—giving off a brooding, stern aesthetic that demanded immediate respect. Oh no, still dark and broody.

‘Ah, Severus,’ Dumbledore greeted Hogwarts Potion’s Master with a smile. ‘There you are.’ ‘My apologies, headmaster,’ Snape said, his tone solemn; yet his dark eyes had already landed on Suzy. ‘I was delayed.’ ‘No matter,’ Dumbledore replied and gestured at the vacant spot. ‘You’re here now.’

As Severus Snape made his way towards his seat—with a certain grace that reminded Suzy of a hawk pursuing its target midair—the headmaster went on to stipulate several topics that needed further discussion. After Snape had silently taken his place, his dark eyes traveled quickly around the table, registering every colleague present before his gaze settled at the newcomer’s face once again—his dark brown tones clashing with Suzy’s vivid hazel shades. Though Suzy forced herself to offer a polite smile, Snape didn’t feel the need to return the courtesy—his piercing stare kept unreadable and simply burned a hole through her existence, as if the entity of Susannah Brown was a complex puzzle that needed to be solved before the meeting was over.

Good gracious. Her stomach did the thing again—twisting in itself—and Suzy’s mind briefly wandered over the forbidden topic of her night with Severus; she had it safely stashed away in the bottom drawers of her consciousness, the memory both painful and wondrous. Though they had been drunk she distinctively remembered the way his hands had devoured her, resembling the eagerness of a starved man. She had felt those long, elegant fingers running along her spine for days after, yet it was the tone of his voice when he had— Suzy quickly sipped from her tea, hiding her tormented expression behind the Fine China. The memory had chased her for months, repeating itself over and over again and haunting her even in her sleep. She would never get over that.

‘—how is that coming along, Severus?’ McGonagall asked, the mention of his name pulling Suzy back into the present again. Severus' intense gaze lifted from her frame and he turned to his colleague, providing her with a short, decisive reply. Suzy, still a bit dazed, bit on her lip—a small frown tugging at her features.

Right. So far, he hadn’t shown any signs that he remembered what had transpired between them—chances were that he was truly oblivious. Which meant all that Suzy had to do was to figure out how to keep her own feelings of regret and shame in check.

If only she knew how…

The meeting passed more swiftly than expected and soon Suzy found herself out in the hallway again. After she had promised a few of her new colleagues to meet them again at dinner and assured McGonagall that she already knew her way to her new office, Suzy watched the others disappear into the rest of the castle. Her companion, who still occupied the comfortable space of her neck, purred gently, apparently happy that the first hurdle was over. ‘Don’t act like that,’ Suzy murmured. ‘If you would be more comfortable on your own, you wouldn’t have to endure these kinds of things. You could stay in my office, curled up in the new blanket I bought you.’ A tiny whine reached her ears and Suzy smiled. ‘Yeah, yeah. I know. Let’s see if Professor Slughorn’s old quarters are to your liking, then.’

She was just about to be on her merry way when she was cut short by none other than Professor Dark and Broody himself, who inconveniently materialized from around the corner. Upclose, he was as handsome as she remembered, but—she quickly told herself—that was wholly beside the point. ‘Good afternoon Miss Brown,’ he greeted her in his deep, languid voice. ‘I believe we weren’t properly introduced, apologies for my negligence. I’m Professor Severus Snape, I teach the art of Potions.’

Okay, they were going to act like they hadn’t met at all—which was fine. Suzy eyed him for a moment, but the complex puzzle that was Severus Snape didn’t seem inclined to show her his secrets yet. ‘Pleased to meet you, Professor,’ she then replied and held out her hand, a crooked smile adorning her face. ‘I’m Susannah Brown. Our headmaster has entrusted the interesting topic of the History of Magic to me this upcoming year.’ ‘It’s a far cry from working with dragons in Romania,’ Snape remarked as he accepted her offer and shook her hand. His fingers were still long and elegant, his skin cool—yet pleasant—to the touch. ‘What made you move your career in this direction?’ She had anticipated this question, for Dumbledore had brushed over the same topic a few weeks ago. She had told him the ugly truth, even though he must have already known it, or he would never have laid out his offer to her. They also had discussed it would be better not to share why Suzy decided to make this sudden career switch—though the evidence of her motives was still lounging in her neck and wouldn’t want to stay hidden for long.

‘Reveal your secrets and I reveal mine,’ Suzy replied with a sweet smile. ‘Though in all earnest, I think taming some unruly kids will be easier than teaching a dozen wild dragons not to kill you.’ ‘Are you sure about that?’ Snape questioned in his lazy, defying tone, just as her small companion swished its tail over her shoulder, catching the Potions Master’s attention. His lips curved into a curious, yet detached smile. ‘And what are you hiding there, Miss Brown?’

Though she was a student no more and she certainly didn’t need to explain herself to the head of Slytherin House, Suzy decided this was her cue to take off. Before she could, though, her tiny companion stretched and shoved its head through their mistress’ unruly locks. So dramatic.

‘Is that—’ Snape began, staring at the tiny dragon that was perched upon Suzy's shoulder. ‘That’s just Hel,’ Suzy quickly explained while she brushed her hair aside, revealing all of her companion. ‘Short for Helena of Troy, of course.’ ‘A dragon,’ Snape summarized in a seemingly bored tone. ‘At Hogwarts.’ Hel canted her small head, her big golden eyes observing Snape with interest. She was no bigger than a ferret, though instead of soft, lush fur Hel possessed a smooth scaly skin in a beautiful forest green color. Hel’s small horns and the spikes that ran along her spine were a bright red hue that contrasted beautifully with the green. Her wings, small yet elegant omens of mischief, were currently folded neatly against her back. Though dragons were usually described as being extremely dangerous, Hel’s size reduced that quality significantly; the only danger with Hel was that one could succumb to severe bouts of cuteness aggression. ‘Teacup dragon,’ Suzy corrected him, unable to help herself. ‘She will stay this size.’ Snape eyed her like the idea of a living and breathing dragon inhabiting Hogwarts was the stupidest thing ever—teacup sized or not. Anger rose in Suzy’s chest, for he didn’t know Hel’s good manners, and more importantly: how hard they both worked to achieve said manners. ‘Hogwarts housed a werewolf during our time here,’ she argued, her arms crossing. ‘I’m pretty sure it can handle a teacup dragon.’ ‘A werewolf is only dangerous once a month,’ Snape told her, raising his brow. ‘And as you’re well aware, it was locked up every month as a precaution. A fire breathing dragon flying around our halls threatens our safety every single minute it stays under this roof.’ Suzy planted her hands in her sides, determined to defend her friend. ‘Who says Hel breathes fire?!’ ‘That’s a technicality and you know it,’ Snape retorted. Suzy gritted her teeth. ‘So you dare to question an authority on the field of dragons?!’ ‘You mean the same authority that was allegedly fired?’ Snape said. ‘Certainly.’ ‘How—’ she began, heat rushing towards her cheeks. This was outrageous. Dumbledore had promised her he would keep the secret she entrusted him with, there was no way that Snape—of all people—would have heard about it from him. ‘It doesn’t matter,’ she bristled, ignoring Hel’s claws gripping into her shoulderbone—whenever Suzy lost her temper, Hel was bound to do the same. ‘What does, is that Professor Dumbledore knows about Hel,’ Suzy continued, raising her finger. ‘And the fact that Hel and I are a package deal. Hogwarts can have us both, or neither of us at all.’

Silence settled between them, in which Snape’s penetrating gaze flew from Hel to Suzy’s frame. Suzy forced herself to breathe; even though she could basically hear him think Hogwarts would be better off without the both of them. He sure as hell was lucky that Suzy wasn’t a dragon herself, for she would have incinerated the arrogant bastard twice already. Or thrice, just for good measure.

Hel sneezed and a small puff of smoke escaped her nostrils. ‘Bless you,’ Suzy said gently as she petted her dragon on the head. She then glared at her new colleague, who looked at her as if Hel just had proven his point. ‘Oh, don’t look at me like that,’ she lashed out. ‘Hel is harmless. Why is that so hard for you to understand?’ ‘I don’t think I need to further prove my point,’ Snape concluded, gesturing at Hel with disgust. ‘Or are you truly that daft, Miss Brown?’

Ah. The mere memory of their one night stand never failed to make her feel delusional and stupid, but daft certainly fitted nicely in there. Practically fuming now, Suzy narrowed her eyes. ‘Are you always this condescending?’ she demanded through gritted teeth. His reply was lazy and monotone, as if he was bored with her already. ‘Only when people are stupid enough to test my patience.’

Her eyes flared. ‘Well, considering you deem most of the population unworthy and lacking, you must make life really hard on yourself.’ ‘That is a bold assumption to make about my character,’ he stated, sounding equally annoyed and amused. ‘May I remind you that you don’t know me?’ Suzy bit on the tip of her tongue, barely able to reign herself in. The term of knowing someone was rather abstract here; it was true that they’d never been friends or even vague acquaintances, but a practical stranger definitely wouldn’t know how he tasted or how it had felt to have him sheathed inside of her. ‘I know enough,’ she finally spoke. A cold smile tugged on the corner of his lips. ‘Then may I inquire on what evidence you have based your expert opinion on? The newspaper? Your highschool friends?’

Did he truly expect her to utter it out loud?! That arrogant, condescending idiot— Suzy pressed her lips into a firm line. Her chest tightened and her hands were trembling. She barely registered Hel fidgeting on her shoulder, the little dragon looking frantically from left to right like a referee making sure both parties followed the rules of the verbal fencing match. Suzy knew time was fleeting—it was only a matter of time before Hel would start to mirror the way her human felt—and it wouldn’t be pretty. Severus, on the other hand, was unaware of the imminent danger and crossed his arms while he awaited her reply.

‘I must go,’ Suzy finally spoke. ‘Hel needs to calm down.’ Snape nodded curtly. ‘You meant to say before that dragon sets this place on fire?’ An exasperated sigh escaped her. ‘You absolute dickhead—’

Hel screeched loudly, her cry echoing through the corridor, and flapped with her wings. ‘Ouch!’ Suzy yelped as a left wing smacked her against her cheek, before quickly grabbing Hel from her shoulder and cradling her dragon in her arms. ‘Hush, silly monster. You’ll be alright. We’re not in danger.’ Hel, who wasn’t as certain of this, growled—her golden eyes watching Snape with distrust. Snape had retreated—granted, a smart move—and leaned against the wall, watching the spectacle enveloping before his eyes.

‘Well?’ He asked, practically taunting her to plead her case once more. ‘I shall be happy to elaborate why I think you’re the biggest dick this school has to offer,’ Suzy told him impatiently as she struggled to hold onto her distressed draconic pet. ‘But it has to wait until later. Good day, Professor Snape.’

With that, Suzy brusquely turned around and paced away, leaving an astonished, enraged and yet very much intrigued Severus Snape behind.

‘I can’t believe she’s so tiny,’ Hagrid said for the thousandth time as he peered at Hel, who was currently asleep, curled up against his chest. The trio had retreated to Hagrid’s place after dinner, where Suzy was happy to reacquaint herself with Fang—their fourth Musketeer. They had tried Hagrid’s latest brew—it was horrible, but Suzy hadn’t the heart to tell him that—and now lounged in their respectable chairs, perfectly content in each other’s presence.

Hel purred in her sleep and Hagrid studied her features once more. ‘And look at her horns!’ he exclaimed. ‘Suzy… She’s perfect. Are you sure there aren’t any more of her kind?’ ‘I know,’ Suzy beamed, feeling like a proud mother hen showing off her chick. ‘She’s truly one of a kind, though. Most dragon breeders deem teacup dragons unnatural, which is why I’m proud to be her mother; nothing will separate us ever again.’ ‘Not even Professor Snape?’ Hagrid teased, wiggling his thick eyebrows—referring to the icy atmosphere between Suzy and Snape during dinner. It had been awkward beyond mention. Suzy heaved a sigh and patted Fang on his head. ‘Severus Snape can complain about Hel all he wants; if Dumbledore wants her to leave, I will go with her.’ Hagrid nodded and then awarded her with a big grin. ‘What did you say you called him?’ Suzy bit on her lip. ‘The biggest dick this school has to offer and something along the lines of condescending. Among other things.’ Hagrid burst into laughter, his chest shaking with effort and waking up poor Hel. ‘Sorry, love,’ he told the small dragon as he tried to compose himself, stroking gently along her cheek before diverting his attention to Suzy again. ‘There’s more?!’ ‘I might have called him an absolute dickhead,’ the latter whispered, equally embarrassed and worried. ‘But I think that was it.’ ‘Suzy,’ Hagrid said, an awful wide grin splitting his face in two. ‘This was your first day and you managed to insult Professor Snape in more ways than any of us have ever dared.’ ‘In my defense, he came for Hel first,’ Suzy countered. ‘And then he basically called me daft ánd stupid. To which I—’ ‘Called him a huge dickhead?’ ‘No,’ she replied. ‘Not exactly. That particular insult followed later.’

Her friend eyed her like she was a gift that wouldn’t stop giving and it made Suzy laugh. ‘Stop reveling in my misery,’ she pleaded. ‘I might have made my life at Hogwarts impossible. How am I ever going to recover from it?!’ ‘You should do well to apologize to him tomorrow,’ Hagrid agreed. ‘You know, since you share the dungeons with him and all.’

Oh, fuck. Fuck! The blood drained from Suzy’s face, to which Hagrid burst into laughter again. How could she have been so stupid? Of course that awful, handsome bastard had taken residence in the dungeons. Now she thought of it, it was rather surprising that Snape hadn’t claimed Professor Slughorn’s quarters himself, though he might have found it too small to fit his big ego.

‘I am so fucked,’ Suzy concluded, leaping from her chair and pacing towards the window. It was dark outside and the only thing she could see was her own face—the unruly curls she had spent most of her life hating, her doe-like hazel eyes, her father’s Greek nose and the thin lips she had been teased with throughout her teens. Nothing too special. ‘Oi, you’re not going to find your answers outside,’ Hagrid remarked after a while. ‘Let’s share another drink….’ She turned around, remembering she still had to ask her friend why he hadn’t been around for the council meeting. ‘Only if you tell me what you were up to this afternoon.’ Hagrid shook his head. ‘I can’t. It’s top secret.’ ‘You know I’ll get it out of you sooner or later,’ Suzy mused. ‘Probably save us all the trouble….’

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For the prompt fill: B5 with Asheera/Shadowheart because I love those two so much!

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B5. A character that isn't used to being protected finds someone who will protect them from anything

In the darkness of the House of Grief, on a set of violet-and-gold clad stairs, Shadowheart waited. Waited for what, she didn't know. For a hand on her shoulder to wake her and tell her this was all a terrible nightmare, perhaps. Her hair would be black again and she would wear the circlet of the Dark Lady with pride instead of disgust.

There would be one missing in the barracks if she woke just then. A half-orc with an easy smile, gentle laugh, and careful hands. A paladin that promised so much and never once failed her.

When Shadowheart opened her eyes, she saw nothing but the purple flames of lit braziers and her companions taking the steps into the shadows below. Ready to fight for her. The Mother Superior wouldn't sit and suffer this insolence, and somewhere deep within herself Shadowheart knew that her initial mission to retrieve the Prism was full of strange instructions, holes in their team's composition, and more. It was all coming to this.

And these people were willing to fight for her. Someone they'd known for a few months.

Why?

"Is everything all right?"

Asheera's voice dispelled the reverie from her mind, and Shadowheart glanced over at the woman that she found herself falling for despite all of this. Despite every bit of her being so tired of it all already, Shadowheart couldn't deny that she looked to Asheera at the lowest of her moments.

"I'm fine," lied Shadowheart.

Asheera shook her head. "You're not."

A long silence was all Shadowheart gave her in answer. She was so close to seeing her parents, yet she didn't know what would happen. Voicing her concern felt impossible.

"You know I won't let them hurt your parents," Asheera whispered, stepping closer to her. "Or you. Ever again. If I knew their names, I would swear an oath on it."

Shadowheart reached out, slipping her gloved hand into Asheera's gauntleted one. They both squeezed tight. She laced her fingers between Asheera's and felt the honesty in that grip, the strength offered.

"I know," said Shadowheart. "I don't know why you've gone all this way for me, but I'll cherish your kindness forever."

"You really don't know?" Asheera scoffed. "The thought of your Mother Superior laying a hand on you has me... fuming with anger. It's almost so bad that I can't tell where I am for minutes at a time. Ever since you found out about your parents, when I think about it I have to chant my oaths backwards and forwards a dozen times to stop myself from breaking whatever I'm holding in my hands. I have dreams of your Mother Superior's neck in the same hands that are meant to forgive and redeem."

With every word, Asheera's grip on Shadowheart's hand tightened. She punctuated everything with more and more strength. Her brows pinched above her nose, and her normally warm, ruddy brown eyes reminded Shadowheart then of a focused lioness.

One whose love was threatened.

One who held Shadowheart in her hands just then. Shadowheart knew Asheera was never going to try to break her despite all this building anger.

Shadowheart found her voice. "I'll never be able to repay you for this, and—"

Asheera leaned down and pressed her lips against Shadowheart's without any force. A tender kiss that felt barely more than a graze.

When they parted, Asheera said, "All I need, all I want, is your smile after this is all through."

Unable to find the words to match the flood of heat in her chest, Shadowheart nodded. Though her memories were lost, that sense of complete trust she had in Asheera seemed almost entirely foreign. Unique. Precious.

Just as she felt whenever Asheera looked at her. Perhaps, then, she was someone worth protecting.

She blinked away the scant wetness willed to her eyes and thought instead of her parents.

[dirtytransmasc]

modern got au in which asha is a "teen parent"

or more accurately, asha and theon have a much larger age gap, 10/15-ish years, type of age gap (she's at least 18/19 and theon's only like 4/5), and in a series of freak events, their lives are turned on its head.

their brothers were dead. their mother and father were ruled incompetent, the former left a shell of herself after the loss of her sons, no longer able to care for her remaining children, the latter was never a father to begin with and he didn't seem to have any wish to become one now.

she was an adult by law, meaning she was free from the hell that was the system. her kid brother - the one who smiled at her for seemingly no reason, the one who crawled into her bed when thunder rattled the house, the brother who held her hand on their rare family outings - was not.

she couldn't leave him there, even if she wanted to, even if it would make her life so much easier. she wouldn't abandon him like the rest of their shitty family. he was blood for fucks sake, she'd die before she let's him get taken away from her and given away to strangers to be used and exploited or treated like a shelter puppy to be pitied and fawned over.

cue asha fighting for custody of her baby brother, doing whatever it takes to be deemed a suitable guardian, and the two of them taking on the world together.

more thoughts:

they have to find an apartment cause they can't afford to keep their family home. moving into the cheapest place they can find with only the stuff they can fit in asha's truck, sharing an air matress and eating off of a coffee table while watching movies they rented from the library.

asha cleaning her brother up before his first day at his new school, trying to get him to look suitable, but not really knowing what suitable means for a kid going into kindergarten/first grade

theon comforting his sister when she gets overwhelmed with it all, doing his best to ease her tears. the night ending with them both curled around each other, just two scared little kids trying their best.

asha fighting anyone she has to to keep custody of theon, whether it be the social worker, the judge, people who called cps to report her. she doesn't care, no one will take away her baby brother.

asha taking theon to work with her (she works in a boat shop cause she already knows what she's doing) and having to keep him entertained while she works so they don't get sent home.

their first christmas/birthdays by themselves. theon putting together gifts at school (finger paintings or paper mache or something of the like) and asha cherishing it forever. asha spending all the money left to her name each time to get him something nice so eh can feel like a normal kid.

theon doing sports in school (little league or something) and asha making sure she goes to every damn game, being the loudest in the stands.

asha getting more and more used to being physically affectionate with her brother at time goes on. before everything she'd tense up when he'd hug her legs or hold her hand, but now she scoops him up like a rag doll, ruffles his hair, kisses his forehead, without a second thought.

{I'm so normal about them I swear}

[theverumproject]

Masterpost

My book series (WIP):

The Bridge to The Awakening (Finished, single part)

Verum I: The Awakening (Finished)

The Bridge to The Robotic Era (Finished, single part)

Verum II: The Robotic Era (WIP, unreleased)

(More to come)

(Bridges talk about the medicine, technology, space related advancements, earth's nature and the societies of the world. Fun for me to write, but probably boring to read for most. Therefore I recommend only reading it if you like the main story. So read that one first. But I'm a beginner writer, which you can clearly see in The Awakening. I swear The Robotic Era is going to be better.)

Summaries:

Verum I: The Awakening I Summary

Luce Balton is a 21 year old woman who grew up in a small town in southern Australia. Her family is one of scientists and that's where she got her interests from. But instead of studying in a university, she cherished the family life too much and decided to become the apprentice of her father, Michael Balton. Michael is a specialist in AI development, working for the government. But instead of keeping quiet about the secrets he holds, he decided to share them with his daughter. She was just a little child when he began to teach her about robotics and AI, but Luce can't remember a moment where she was bored with him. But sadly, this happiness won't last forever. Soon she will be left alone in the place she calls her second home. But how long will this last until one of their creations decides to keep her company?

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Interview pt. 4: Love + Conflict (The Robotic Era)

Interview pt. 5: Work, Education and Hobbies + Favourites (The Robotic Era)

Interview pt. 6: Possessions + Spirituality + Values (The Robotic Era)

Interview pt. 7: Daily Life + Miscellaneous (The Robotic Era)

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[themultifandomgal]

Will- Wedding

Will and I decided we wanted a small intermit wedding with just our friends since weren't not close to my parents or his dad. So after only a 6 month engagement we decide its time to tie the knot. Ella is super excited to be my maid of honour, I'm sat finishing curling her hair

"You look pretty mom"

"So do you my baby"

"After your married does that mean I'll have a brother or a sister?"

"I hope so Ella. I really hope so. Ok your all done, go and sit with Erin" I look in the mirror at Erin who's sat behind me. Ella runs over to her and sits on Erin's lap

"My goodness your getting big. Have you been eating all of your vegetables?"

"Yup even sprouts" Ella pulls as yuk face making me chuckle. There's a knock at the door making us all turn around

"You guys decent?" I hear a voice I'm familiar with

"You shouldn't be here it's back luck" Erin shouts

"I'll close my eyes"

"It's fine let him in" Ella gets off Erin's lap and pulls Will

"Don't ruin my moms wedding please"

"I won't promise"

"What are you doing?" I ask walking over to him

"I missed you" Will bends down and kisses my forehead "I hate being apart from you and Ella"

"Well the sooner you leave the sooner you and YN can get married and go on your honeymoon. Now go"

"Ok ok" Will puts his hands in the air "I'll see you in a bit" he kisses my head again and then Ella pushes him out of the room. She walks back in shaking her head

"Men" she comments making me burst out laughing.

The time has come for me to walk down the aisle. Since my dad won't be walking me down, Ella is going to hold my hand and walk me down. The music starts playing, Erin walks down the aisle first then Ella and I. We reach Will and I give Ella my flowers

"I love you my sweet girl. I love you so so much"

"I love you too mom" I give Ella a kiss on the cheek and hand her over to Erin. Will holds his hand out and I make my way over to him

"Welcome everyone, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join YN YLN and William Halstead in matrimony. Into this these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together let them speak now or forever hold their peace"

"Don't!" Ella shouts making everyone laugh. I swear she's a teenager in a 8 year olds body

"Ok I have been told the bride and groom have their own vows"

"YN. From the day I met you I know you'd be my wife. I have never and will never love someone the way I love you. You've shown me true happiness and I can never thank you enough for that. I promise I will cherish you and love you for the rest of my life. And I promise that I will always treat Ella as if she were my own"

"I remember the day we met like it was yesterday. You helped me in more way than one that day. You saved me and my daughter. You took us in, showed us your family and now we have the biggest family I could have ever imagined. I know both Ella and I are safe with you. I love you Will and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you"

"Could we have the rings?" the priest says. Jay, Will's best man, comes forward and holds out the rings

"Ok repeat after me" he looks at Will "I William Halstead"

"I William Halstead"

"Take thee YN YLN to be my lawfully wedded wife"

"Take thee YN YLN to be my lawfully wedded wife"

"To have to hold"

"To have to hold"

"From this day forward until death do us part"

"From this day forward until death do us part"

It's then my turn to repeat the priest then finally we are at the end of the wedding

"By the power vested in me by the State of Chicago  I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride" Will's lips are instantly on my mine and he dips me deepening the kiss.

[demigod-of-the-agni]

FF7 REBIRTH SPOILERS ft. Some of my thoughts on the Golden Saucer Dates >:))))))

I will proclaim which one is my favourite

warning: i hate dates. therefore all my opinions on the following, and my final verdict, are correct. good day.

Alone

Cloud's lonely gold saucer outing, when he comes across Jessie's picture and he tells her, "Hey, still waiting for that pizza" with the most saddest eyes ever.... be still my weeping heart

Also I love how he acknowledges that the skywheel is a couple's thing, then proceeds to board it anyway 💀 it'd be nice to see the whole thing by yourself though (<- i am an introvert what more can i say)

Tifa

Tifa's little spiel about wanting to make friends always hits me like a tonne of bricks, everything she says is FUEL TO MY STUPID AUs... WOMAN <33333

When they Jessie's picture and Tifa talks about Jessie saved her.... oh... oh my heart. i cannot take this anymore

WHEN THE FIREWORKS GO OFF AND THE COLOURS OF THEIR EYES BRIGHTEN,,, AND THEN HUG JUMPSCARE,,,, AND THEN KISS !!!!!!!! oughhh,,,, it's so good,,,,,,, everything is so perfect about the scene they are just. everything

Aerith

NAHHH THE DISRESPECT MY MAN HAD BY SITTING OPPOSITE TO MY GIRL.... HOW RUDE. Aerith deserved to spin the carriage around until Cloud spits out all the mako in him

RAGH when the laser show had them crashing into each other and they just sit down defeated next to each other.... it was so funny,,,, task failed successfully

WHEN CLOUD REACHED OVER TO HOLD HIS HAND IN AERITH'S.... THAT MAKES THE ENDING HIT SO MUCH HARDER. NO ONE TOUCH ME EVER AGAIN

Yuffie

In my mind Yuffie seems like she's 12 (i know she's 16 or so do NOT come at me) so the date is really just Cloud babysitting her and honestly it went just as I expected: adorably :''3 Yuffie speaking for the both of them, so real of her

"I swear Cloud, it's like you're destined to be surrounded by smoking hot chicks" [strikes a pose] and Cloud laughing like yeah, you're a little silly Yuffie

GIRL WAS DOING JUMPING JACKS WHILE WAITING FOR CLOUD TO HAND OVER THE SKYWHEEL TICKETS AJSHSHSL

WHEN SHE STARTS TALKING ABOUT ZACK... AND THEN SHE CATCHES CLOUD LAUGHING AT HER LATER AND SHE SIH-SIH-HAH'S HIM.... AND HE PLAYS ALONG TOO.... be still my screaming heart,,, the boy is embodying Zack in more ways than one

Barret

"Well, well, I wake baby from his nap?" if this were said to me I would immediately leave and mess up Barret's bed. let's see who gets better sleep after that

Anyways I'm forever in love with how, between the two of them, money jokes are their form of love. like that gets to me you know

BARRET'S "IN-KWEH-DIBLE" WILL FOREVER BE SEARED INTO MY BRAIN BY THE WAY. HE SOUNDS SO DELIGHTED AT SAYING THAT. I'M CHERISH IT FOREVER

Red XIII

"I already have the tickets, but look at me... there's no way I'm getting in by myself" dude look at you HOW DID YOU GET THE TICKETS

Red and Cloud are just having a guy's night, it's just so lit, I love it so much they are just good bros and no I'm not tearing up :''3

The two shaking hands is also so incredibly touching to me... they are just little guys!!! and then the "They ARE soft!" from Cloud,,, perfect timing my guy !!!!

Cait, Vincent, and Cid

ALL THREE OF THEM STANDING OUTSIDE THE DOOR HAD ME CACKLING BECAUSE. THE IMPLICATIONS OF HOW ALL THREE OF THEM DECIDED TO RECRUIT CLOUD INTO THEIR GUY'S NIGHT??? well maybe not all three, Vincent being Vincent was probably coerced into it, and Cid just wanted to tag along. The culprit of this outing was-

Vincent falling asleep is incredibly in character and relatable. return this man to his coffin. two decades of sleeping is not enough.

Cait pulling his hairs out is fucking sending me, poor lad

AND NOW... THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR.... WHICH DATE WAS BEST???

Vincent, Cait and Cid. boys' night. it's an automatic win

jk but I loved Clerith's date the most... maybe it is because I follow tragedy and it follows me, but while the Clofi date is Canon, the Clerith date is so tender, and it really signals to me the could-have-been's. and i love the could-have-been's ykyk

okay bye

[ohdudedhesflirting]

I will hold onto you (I love you so I let you go, part2)

Part 1. Part 3

Pairing: Seok matthew x f!reader

Warnings: Mention of adult activity but nothing explicit, insecurity (mentionned quickly). Matthew is very sad :(

Tag : @seok02, I hope you will like it Nina, thank you for encouraging me to write <3

Genre: University au, Matthew fell first, friends to sweethearts, angst, break-up.

Synopsis: Y/n and Matthew were in a relationship and Matthew remembers some of their past days, wondering when it went wrong...

Words count : 2581

Notes : I hope you will all love this. There is only one part left. English is my second language.

.....Under the cut ...!

High school, senior year.

Matthew was his with notes from his litterature class, earphones planted in his ears. He wasnt paying attention to anything else around him but what was in front of him. His bestfriend since he was born, Sung Han Bin was next to him reviewing for his physic class he had next period.

In front of them was Y/n doing some volunteer work with cleaning and reorganizing the shelves. Vice-president duty she said, watching her Matthew knew that she did it simply because she preferred to do that rather than doing her studying for her physic class.

Her and Han Bin were in the same class, Matthew was glad of course that there was someone by your side. But he simply wished it was him.

Looking at you he simply forgot about his best-friend presence next to him that was not oblivious to the way he looked at their common friend. Grinning he took a part of his notebook and doodled on it a little chibi Matthew giving heart eyes to Y/N before passing it to him.

The second the young adolescent saw the doodle he gave his friend the worst look he was capable of producing and lightly punched him before going to his notes that he just noticed were upside down.

Laughing at his bestfriend reaction Han Bin slowly took off one his earphone.

"When are you planning on telling her ?"

Eyes as wide as humanly possible Matthew was shocked at the simple idea of telling you how he felt.

Hanbin simply exhaled. He was tired.

He had known Matthew since they were 3 years old, and knew you since you were 6 years old. And ever since the beginning of high school, 3 years ago he had to witness every day his oblivious bestfriend just yawn over Y/N presence.

He was tired and just wanted it to end. Every day watching him try to look at you in the most discreet manner, trying to prepare for excuses to hang out just the three of you over the week-end, studying together...

The worst was since you had started your senior year, it was almost the end of it but Han Bin could swear that he could not even take one more minute of the behavior of his bestfriend. Matthew was always asking about you, texting in class.

"Is Y/N okay ? she had a cold this morning" "Tell Y/N we are eating lunch together in case she forgot" "I brought a scarf for Y/n I will bring it over at the break".

Matthew was fakely going through his notes, trying to give himself a good excuse to not reply to his best friend incquiries.

"I'm serious, when are you going to tell her ? It's been 3 years. How long are you planning to wait ?"

"Forever"

Groaning one more time, Han Bin just wanted to rip off his hair. It was always the same thing, he wasn't ready, did not want to ruin their friendship... Always more excuses, of course he understood he was scared. But you were simply the most oblivious person ever and if he did nothing, someone could totally come and snatch you up and then what ? Han Bin would be the one to mend over little Matthew broken heart. Truly he could not even stand the thought.

University, middle of the first year.

"Y/n, Han Bin wait for me !"

Hands full of packages, Matthew was running after his two friends that were already well advanced on the road.

University had been both a blessing and a cruse.

Matthew had truly found his place, he had made so many incredible friends whom he cherished, he had joined a dance club, and the best of it all was that he got to share that with you.

You shared every meal together, for him it was his little moment of hapiness he was looking for all day long. Every weekend he tried to make the most of his time to see you and hang out with you.

Han Bin wasnt really the one to tag along, he had picken up on many clubs and had made an even more important number of friend than Matthew did, which was a lot.

Of course, the young man was scared that you'd found out about his feelings for you so he tried to maintain a distance, but it was not an easy thing for him. He just craved to be next to you and it was so hard for him to not be able to.

Finally reaching his two friends, Matthew saw his friend, Zhang Hao, waiting next to his car. The day was special, Han Bin was leaving for an exchange dance program in America. And the three childhood friends had reunited to say goodbye to him for a few months.

The atmosphere was full of sadness and excitement, saying goodbye was sad but it was a part of life, of what was better for Han Bin and his hapiness.

YN was the first one to pull him into a hug, saying she was proud was an understatement. She always cherished Han Bin and the way he always watched over her all those years.

Freeing himself from her embrace, Han Bin smiled at Matthew before pulling him into a hug and whispering into his ear "Matthew, when I'm back I want you to tell me good news alright?"

Hearing this, Matthew quickly pushed him away, ears becoming as red as tomatoes.

He stepped back to let Han Bin hop onto Zhang Hao car to go to the airport, seeing his bestfriend of his whole life leave made Matthew feel incredibly empty.

He knew that him leaving his side was for the better. Than Han Bin had a life outside their friendship and their bond but thinking about the fact that for months he wouldn't be able to see him, that he wouldn't be at their place felt incredibly bittersweet to him. They were bestfriend, and breaking appart was just painful.

Matthew was never the one for the goodbyes.

Feeling a hand reach his, he looked over his should to see you calmly putting his hand on yours.

"Do you wanna get breakfast ? My treat."

"That would be great, yeah"

Univeristy, beginning of the summer break

Matthew loves being home. There was absolutely nothing like his mother cooking, hanging out with his sister and just being able to pull all nighters watching animes.

But his favorite part was definitely that he could just come and see you whenever he wanted.

He had grown up since high school, and what he always had wanted to do during that time but unable to due to his shyness he was able to do it now.

Everyday or almost, he was going to your place. He wanted that free time not only to relax but also to build memories with you. It was perfect and he enjoyed every moment of it.

But the blissness of a perfect summer friendship couldn't last forever. Not only was Matthew hurting from not being able to be close to you as much as he wanted which was hurting him. But you were also hurting. Why was he always there ?

So of course one day it came out.

As always both of you had went out on a walk, you were living in the countryside and there lots of orchads around and forest. It was delightful.

That day Matthew felt that there was something wrong. It had been a moment you were bouncy when he was around but this time it was defintely worse.

You were avoiding his gaze, being globally lost into your own thoughts. Matthew could not force you to speak what was in your mind and simply waited for you to be ready to tell him.

"Would you like to go with me to the natural park in like three days ? They rescued a tiger from a circus and I thought it could be a nice day out ?"

YN suddeny stopped in her tracks and looked over at Matthew. She was perpexled and Matthew could see it.

"Why ? Why are you like this ? Taking me out ? Why are you being so nice to me ?"

Matthew was left silenced for a few seconds, but what felt like an eternity to him.

"What do you mean ?"

"Every day you come to my place, we hang out. And it's great really, but why ? When we are at the university I understand that you could feel pity for me to a certain extent and want to keep me compagny, but here..? Why.. are you so nice to me ?"

"I don't pity you. I never did. YN I care about you.."

Matthew could feel the beginning of tears coming to his eyes, did YN not want him by her side anymore ? Why would she believes he pitied her ? He only had eyes for eyes since four long years and could not wish for anything more than to be by her side.

"Why would you ? I was always closet to Han Bin, we met throught Han Bin, is it... is it because he left ? Is that why you keep hanging around me more ? Did he ask you to do this ?"

"Yes !"

In shock, YN took a few step back, of course, there was no way that the sweetheart Matthew was could care about a girl like her just like that.

"No wait.."

The tears were defintely starting to fall down on Matthew's cheeks, he hated the way YN was looking at him, as if all along he had pitied her and just took her in like a lost puppy.

"I like you. I really likes you Y/n and I've liked you for a while. Han Bin wanted me to tell you, he has been wanting since years and I was just a coward that was afraid you'd reject me and I simply never did. And he left and he wanted me to tell you, and we got closer, and I.. YN I like you."

Taken aback, YN could not understand. Since when did he like her ? Had it been a long time ? Or was it pity..

"I am not asking for you to respond to my feelings, just, try being my partner for two weeks, give me two weeks, and if afterwards you are not interested, we will stay as friends"

And Y/n had accepted, she accepted the trial of being his partner, and finally decided to stay.

Those two weeks were not for her the moment to try to developp feelings for him, but rather it was a blooming moment for her to acknowledge those feelings. They always had been there hidden under insecurity.

Second year of university, middle of the year.

"And she just left ?"

Matthew slowly nodded over his head confirming it to his assembly of friends.

Zhang Hao and Han Bin, Jiwoong and his boyfriend and finally Tae Rae were all present in the living room, where the apocalypse and Matthew worst nightmare happened just the night before.

He had called Han Bin on the phone completely sobbing just after you had left. He had just been frozen in place and that until Han Bin and Zhang Hao came, finding him just crying standing up in front of the door.

They had given him both of their shoulders to cry on and had put him into his bed where he started to sob one more time smelling your perfume in the place you normally occupied when you had a sleepover.

They had called everyone over for the day after to just have a discussion and connect all of their braincells to try and undesrtand the situation. Also because Matthew was miserable and nothing was making him cry.

Seeing your toothbrush next to his in the pot had made him spiral into twenty minutes of sobbing, seeing your complete cow milk in the fridge had him hugging the milk with tears.

Truly Han Bin and Zhang Ho were not enough of two to take care of him.

Now they were all together, trying to understand why suddenly you just wanted to break up after many months of hapiness.

"Can I be the devil advocate and say that maybe YN never liked you ?"

Jiwoong hearing this instantly shot a pillow at Tae Rae's face and Matthew just starred at him with big doe eyes, what does he means by never liked him?

"Yn never told you she liked you right ? And even if you are doing all the stuff couples do, its not enough to say she likes you"

"Tae Rae shut up" Han Bin was the first one to react. But it was too late, Matthew just got even more silent hugging one of your pyjamas that had your smell on it.

"She is not like that tho, something must have happened, I'm sure of it"

Jiwoong was your first supporter, being one of Matthew's roomate he knew more than anyone else how you were. and he simply could not tolerate that idea. He saw how you looked at him and there was no way you didnt like him.

"What if she is pregnant and she just ran away ?"

"Tae Rae I beg you stop it"

"Matthew look its possible right ? And I remember a few days ago she was puking"

All of the boys face went to Matthew, that was a possibility defintely. But would you really be the type to break-up because of that and not tell him ?

"Matthew ?"

Now it was Han Bin turn to be worried, sure he had told Matthew to get his girl but not to become a father.

"No. It's impossible. We always.. No there is no way we are always prudent"

All the boys in the room exhaled, they were too young to become uncles.

"So why would she break-up ? Matthew did not forget any date, she wasn't on her peiod, she is not pregnant, and nothing had happened during your movie night so why would she..?"

The room fell silent once again before Matthew just started to silently sob again.

He did not understand the situation. Everything was going great. They were happy, yes their relationship had become known on campus but everyone congratulated him for having a partner.

What was the reason you suddenly pushed him away ? Had he done something wrong ? He truly could not grasp his fingers on the situation.

Ever since he had asked you out on that summer day he had been scared you would just refuse to talk to him and he would not be able to see ever you again.

But most importantly as he was sobbing on his couch, his friends surrounding him, Tae Rae apologizing to him and trying to reassure him he was worried about you.

Had you gotten enough sleep ? Were you eating properly ? Had you remembered to take off your makeup before eating properly ? He was always the one to take it off for you because you always forgot to do it yourself.

He was ready to do anything and everything to understand why you broke-up. Matthew loved you too much and for that he could only hold on to you, and hope for you to hold onto him.