#adiran angst

[stonebreakerseries]

Day 1: Sunrise + “no, come back!”

I couldn’t decide between doing OCtober (created by @oc-growth-and-development​) and Fictober (@fictober-event) , so I have decided to make this even harder by attempting to combine the two prompts as often as possible. Why? Who knows. Maybe I’m a sucker for punishment. But here we go...

Series: Stonebreaker (Original Fiction) Character(s): Adiran & Riin

Adiran rarely remembered his dreams. Only flickers here and there, flitting behind his eyelids in those short moments after waking. As a child, this had bothered him more than he cared to admit, especially because the tighter he tried to cling to them, the faster they slipped between his fingers. Eventually, as he got older, he stopped trying. There were enough frustrations in his life without needlessly adding another.

But lately, things had started to change. At first he dismissed it as an abnormality. Then it happened again, and another time after that. He didn’t have the dream every night, but when he did, it was the same. The same place. Same time. Same people.

It began as it always did, with a sunrise.

Adiran opened his eyes and found himself somewhere south of Vetrose, where the splinterpines grew thick and dark, rolling like a landbound ocean as far as the eye could see. Adiran stood on an unusually tall hill that lay just outside the reach of the trees, as though the forest had wandered to its base, gauged the rise of its slope, and chosen to loiter at the bottom. Luckily for Adiran, he was already at the top, and spared the grueling climb. That was fine - most things in dreams didn’t make proper sense. 

Like the fact that Riin was already there, waiting for him.

“You made it.” The Kyriin didn’t turn. He simply stood, hands clasped loosely behind his back, shoulders relaxed. The way he always stood when he was thinking. “I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

Always the same conversation. Every night.

“Neither was I.” Adiran said his lines as though they were brand new and moved up beside Riin, the featureless wind toying with the ends of his hair. “But then I pictured you standing up here all alone and the guilt nearly killed me.”

Riin laughed, the sound bright and startled. It took them both by surprise every time. Glancing across, Riin’s amber eyes caught the light dancing off the Pale’s glassy surface. Adiran had never seen the water so still. A raindrop could shatter it to pieces. “Well, I’m glad our eight years of friendship earned me a proper goodbye.” Riin hesitated, smile wavering as he turned his gaze back towards the sea that separated Talvera from the other kingdoms. “My time here went so much faster than I expected…” 

Before Adiran had a chance to speak, Riin caught himself and shook his head. Sighing, he reached across, laying a firm hand on Adiran’s shoulder. When he turned, his expression was approving but guarded, studying him the way an artist might admire a rival’s masterpiece. Adiran supposed that was fair enough. It was no secret that Riin felt no love for the Talveran royal family. Ten years was a long time to put up with their cold kind of selfishness. Some of that disapproval had to have bled across to Adiran, even if he hadn’t meant it to.

“Riin.” Swallowing, Adiran took a step back, and Riin’s hand slid from his shoulder. “Listen, I just came here to say…”

He hesitated. What did he always say? Goodbye? Safe travels? Divider guide you? The words usually came to Adrian each night, scripted and simple, but for the first time he actually found himself grasping. It was as though an invisible shackle around his mind had been loosened, granting him a rare moment of lucidity. Of freedom. This was important - it had to be. Surely he should be trying to use this moment in some way.

But for what?

“Adiran?” Riin, also off-script now, tilted his head to the side, a look of confusion and hurt flickering across his face. “What is it?”

It was a painfully familiar look. I’ve been responsible for it too often, Adiran realised, chest strangely tight. How many times have I made him doubt himself?

The thought - and all of its guilt - brought with it something new. A new word. Something unprecedented. Something that surprised Adiran even as it left his lips.

“Stay.”

In the span of a breath, the dreamscape shifted. The sound of the Pale suddenly flooded in, as though the water was lapping at the base of the hill rather than miles to the west. A low thrumming echoed in Adiran’s ears, distant and impossible to discern. Drums? Marching soldiers? A heartbeat?

Divider’s Own - what had he just said?

Stay.

Had he lost his fucking mind?

Everything in Adiran told him to run. To scoff and mock Riin for taking him seriously. To throw himself off the hill and beg his mind to just wake him up when he hit the ground. Just as his thought truly began to spiral, Adiran paused, a vital detail struggling to the surface. This was a dream. His dream. So, technically, it could be about anything he wanted. Anything he desired. The revelation was almost enough to make him laugh. What was he so afraid of?

“No.” 

The word arrived like a fist to the gut. Stunned, Adiran looked up to find Riin suddenly on the far side of the hill. His expression had changed. Hardened. It was closed off now, the way it was at court, where he was treated like a decoration; a strange spectacle to be ogled and prodded. It was the same look he had when the King had first assigned him to Adiran; the failure of the family. It was anger. Disappointment. Frustration. Betrayal.

No... this isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

“What?” Anger rose in Adiran now, bitter and indignant, forcing aside his panic. This was his dream, damn it. Was he really supposed to believe that, even in his own fucking mind, nothing ever went his way? “That’s it? Just ‘no’?”

Riin’s face was barely visible, now. When did he get so far away?

“This was always going to end, Adiran. I have to go back.” Riin shook his head. “You know this already. Why are you acting so surprised?”

“But I---”

---”Adiran.” Riin’s voice was like a thunderclap, unnaturally loud, stunning Adiran into silence, making him flinch. “Stop. Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

Despite the harshness of the words - despite the dagger twisting in his gut - Adiran knew Riin was right. Of course he was going to leave - he’d said it time and time again. It was like he was making sure Adiran never forgot. Maybe, deep down, Riin really did hate him as much as the rest of his family. Maybe he couldn’t wait to be rid of him for good.

Or maybe he was just trying to prepare him for the inevitable.

Despite the dream, despite knowing the only answers he could ever get were born from his own mind, Adiran found himself moving forward - walking at first, then running, bare feet pounding against the packed earth. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, but when Riin continued shrinking into the distance, he that wasn’t it. “No, come back!” he called, but now Riin was so far and the sound of the Pale so loud, there was no chance he would hear him. “Wait!”

It was no use. Just like in every other dream, Riin was gone, swallowed by the blazing sunrise. He should have been used to it. But… no. This was different. This was the first time Adiran had actually told him to stay. The first time he had chased after him. Breathing hard, heart thumping, Adiran’s steps gradually slowed until he came to a complete halt, the wind whipping at his clothes, the ground beneath his feet suddenly stretching to eternity on all sides. The forest was gone. The sky. The sunset. Riin.

He was alone again.

This part of the dream happened every time, and every time it left him hollow and lost, like a spirit waiting for The Wanderer to guide them to the afterlife. But this time there was something else. A second truth that hurt so much more because it shattered the one delusion he had actually allowed himself to believe. The one thing that made him feel just a little less powerless; like he might actually have a say in what the future held.

But he didn’t. Riin, the only person he’d ever called friend, was going to leave.

No matter what he did.

No matter what he finally found the courage to say.

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Memories

Here’s the second scenario for Adiran! I would have posted sooner but I had to make the whole header image thingy for the first one I posted and it took time.

So, hope you enjoy it!

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Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

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 Adiran wiggled his fingers, staring down at them while sitting in the middle of the large backyard he called his own; a pleasantly warm breeze brushing over his still-sensitive skin, blowing the chill of the gentle mist from the nearby sprinkler onto him and snapping him out of his daydream.

 He couldn’t possibly stop the large grin that spread over his tanned, chubby cheeks; a shout of triumph spilling free, attracting the attention of his parents who quickly rushed outside from their places in the house. Their chores left forgotten.

 “Sweetie, what happened?” He turned his head at the sound of his mother’s soft voice, the grin never leaving his lips; how could it when he knew what a big deal it was, to shift at his age. For his family, the average was thirteen, his dad would always tell him how hard it was to visualize the first shift; Adiran never understood it.

 They were shape-shifters, not like the ancient families that could choose any form, the ones he was told stories about, but still an old magic that ran through his veins; it should be as easy as breathing. That’s what he had always thought, always believed and insisted upon, even with his parents ruffling his hair and humouring him as any adult would a child.

 But now he could prove he was right.

 .

 “I shifted! I can do it, just like you guys!”

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 They stared down at him in disbelief for a few moments, the only sound the quiet rustling of leaves in the trees that stood proudly in the backyard, a strange sight so close to the city but appreciated by their own kind. Nature was comfort for them, not the modern jungle their family had to grow used to.

 “You can? Why don’t you show us then” His father smiled down at him, a subtle proudness shining in his eyes while Adiran looked back down at his hands, wiggling his fingers once more; he could still feel it, the way it felt to shift for the first time. The sudden rush, the new smells and though he hadn’t been able to get far before he hit the ground and shifted back, he knew he could do it again.

 “It’s okay if it’s not like you guys, right?” Adiran looked up at them earnestly, eyes wide with a child-like worry; while he was proud, he could tell he wasn’t like them. His mother, though never showing him, had told him about her alternate form; how she had first discovered her shifted form was a rabbit.

 His father hadn’t actually told him yet, instead promising to show him once Adiran himself could shift; an incentive for him to try and shift early, though he hadn’t needed the incentive, it came to him naturally. Without effort.

 “What? Of course it’s okay, sweetie, everyone is different. That’s what makes us special” His mother kneeled down carefully, running her fingers through his hair slowly, easing any worries that might have popped up in his head; the way only a mother could.

 Giving a quick nod, Adiran leaned over, his bones cracking loudly, his body shuddering with the change, a brief flash of pain and discomfort before the sound of his parent’s reactions reached his over-sensitive ears.

 However, instead of the proud praises he was expecting, there was only disappointment and a stinging pain when his mother slapped his muzzle harshly; causing him to fall back onto his butt with a loud yelp, his ears flicked back in alarm. Adiran didn’t understand, they were supposed to be happy, to be smiling; he wasn’t supposed to be getting screamed at, they weren’t meant to be telling him off and hitting his nose like he was a disobedient pet.

 .

 “Change back! Right now, change back Adiran!”

 .

 The shift never came, his heart pounded and each time he tried to back away, his tail tucked up between his legs; he would only hit the ground, not used to having to move with four legs instead of two.

 Despite his vulnerability, he couldn’t shift back; no matter how much he wanted to. It simply wasn’t happening.

 Everything was moving too fast; he couldn’t keep up. It wasn’t fair.

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 “…They…”

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 You went quiet at the dark look that Adiran shot you, his shoulders slumped while he sat on the edge of the large king-sized bed that he generously let you share with him; it didn’t matter if you were his partner. There were still some nights he would sleep on the couch, or even leave for the night; run wild in his other form until streaks of dawn began to flood the dense forest that the two of you resided in.

 “You asked me why I’m alone, that’s why. People. They’re disgusting” He turned his head away, his voice a low, deep growl of pent up rage; the thoughts, the memories always dragged out the ugliest side of him. He knew it and he hated it, it was something he wanted to move past and yet he couldn’t, constantly haunted by the memories of his childhood.

 “I’d rather be alone, out here…than be forced to pretend to be something I’m not, back there…” He trailed off, rolling his shoulders slowly before reaching back, his large hand landing on your thigh, giving it a surprisingly firm squeeze, though why you weren’t sure; it was hard to tell if it was for you or for him.

 .

 “What else?”

 .

 You blinked in confusion, lifting your gaze from the hand on your thigh to his molten eyes, a sudden hot flush running through your entire body; the intensity of his eyes always seemed to leave you a mess. He didn’t really have to touch you, just a look was enough.

 It reminded you of how you met.

 .

 “…What else do you wanna know? It’s not a subject I enjoy, get your questions out now, (Name).”

[accio-samulet]

prince & princess — adrian pucey x fem!reader, soulmate au

Summary: Adrian Pucey and Y/N Y/L/N never got along; everyone knew that. But no one exactly knew why. Heck, even Y/N didn’t know why the Slytherin chaser was out to get her from day one. She wished to simply ignore him until graduation, but fate had other plans.

Warnings: some angst

Notes: soulmate au (share the same mark), reader uses she/her pronouns, sorted into Slytherin, two years older than golden trio, shorter than Adiran, no other physical traits mentioned I believe?

Word Count: 7.3k

A/N: this is kinda different from my other fic so i hope y’all still enjoy! I was determined to post this by midnight but it’s 12:20am now so fail but also win bc i finished so?? i did a fast proofread so sorry for any typos :-)

First Year

The happiness was radiating from Y/N as she walked through the doors of the Great Hall. She had heard so many stories of Hogwarts growing up, it seemed too good to be true. This was the place where young witches and wizards learned the true extent of their powers. This was the place where her dad met his best friend, who was practically like an uncle to her and all his kids like cousins. This was the place where her mother played quidditch as seeker and went on to win the Quidditch Cup three years in a row. Most importantly, this was the place her parents met and fell in love.

They had been destined together since the beginning. A symbol, unique to each pair of soulmates, marked on their bodies. A symbol that would be the only clue given to help find the person fate put you with. As a young witch, Y/N begged her mom to tell her the story of how she and her dad met. It gave her hope to find a love like theirs one day. She would fantasize for hours about the surreal feeling of being in love with someone who was completely and utterly made for you. Standing here now, waiting to the sorted, her love story would finally start.

“Y/L/N, Y/N!”

She inhaled sharply, walking forward to the lone stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head and started to fill her mind with its thoughts.

“What a lovely, young witch we have here. Quite smart, yes. Set on finding your soulmate... Works with what has been given. You’ll do best in...”

“SLYTHERIN!” The table with green and silver colors erupted with cheers. Y/N smiled greatly as she sat down, matching the same expression of those around her. After the ceremony had ended and the feast began, she turned to the young boy who sat next to her. She hoped to make some friends and start the latest chapter in her life off right. Not to mention, he was cute and anyone here could be her soulmate.

“Hi, I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” she said welcomingly, extending her hand for him to shake. The boy turned, looking at her, then at her hand. It took him a second, but he finally shook her hand and said two simple words,

“Adrian Pucey.”

Second Year

A year went by and what appeared to be the start of a friendship turned the complete other way around. Adrian Pucey teased and hexed Y/N non-stop. He was like a rock stuck in her shoe all day, a papercut in-between her fingers, a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans that seemed to have no good flavours, not a single one. It was just enough to inconvenience her, but not enough to ruin her day.  

“Oi, Y/L/N!” She didn’t even have to turn around to know who was calling after her.

“What do you want, Pucey?” she replied, frowning. She was actually having a great day, he had not talked to her all day. “Can’t say that now though, can I?” she thought. He came running to her, clearly out of breath.

"Hold these!" he griped, shoving something towards her.

"What?! No way," she exclaimed back, pushing his hands away.

"I need you to take them now! Just for a second." He took her hand and forced her to hold whatever he had. Just as she was about to give them back, he ran past her and into another corridor.

"Miss Y/L/N... This is not how Slytherins are supposed to act. Detention, tomorrow at 7pm. Any talkback and I'll make it a whole week." She looked back in front of her and saw Professor Snape walking towards her. That’s when she finally noticed what Adrian had shoved into her hands: dungbombs. That little snake! Why is he always out to get me?!

Third Year

A new year and Adrian Pucey was still just as determined as the last two to mess with Y/N. She matched his determination and vowed one boy would not mess up her entire school experience. Her mother played quidditch during her Hogwarts and she wanted to do the same. That leads her to where she was now: the quidditch pitch for Slytherin tryouts. Unfortunately, Adrian had similar plans.

"Come to cheer me on, Y/L/N?" he asked with a smirk. She glared at him, giving him the look of "Really? What do you think?"

"No, Pucey, I'm trying out for the team," she stated obviously.

"Well, you might as well leave now. I'm clearly going to be the new chaser," he boasted. She rolled her eyes at his arrogance. Who knew a 13-year-old could be so full of themselves?

"I'm not going after chaser, I play keeper." Before he could comment, Flint, the new captain of the Slytherin team, called everyone together and discussed how tryouts would go. She was up against another third year for keeper, Miles Bletchley. Despite practicing all summer with her mom, Y/N still couldn’t shake the nerves off. She pushed off of the ground and flew into position at the hoops, Bletchley matching her movements and taking the other side. Taking turns, the current and recruiting chasers got a chance to score against her. She managed to save 9 out of 10 shots. Much to her disliking, the 1 goal that made it through was from none other than Adrian Pucey. Bletchley only managed to save 4. Flint ran a few more exercises with the chasers before calling all of them to the ground.

“I don’t even need to think after seeing how you lot performed out there. Keeper goes to Y/L/N, chaser to Pucey. Practice starts on Monday. The rest of you, don’t even bother trying out next year unless you improve by some bloody miracle,” Flint announced. Y/N felt a wave of relief wash over her. However, the sweet sensation was abruptly cut short when reality set in.

“Best get used to me, princess. Looks like we’re going to be spending a lot of more time together,” Pucey whispered to her as he walked by. She froze in her spot, baffled at the new nickname he had just called her. Just the other week, she was talking in the Great Hall with her roommates, exclaiming how as a little girl, she dressed up as a princess almost every Halloween. She wanted a fairytale ending just like all the princesses did. And not that she would dare mention this in an such open space, but this was directly influenced by her soulmate mark being a crown on her abdomen, right above her hip bone. Adrian clearly planned to use this new knowledge against her. She turned around and “accidentally” shoved past him as she walked into the charging rooms.

This was the first time Adrian Pucey called her princess and it surely wouldn’t be the last.

Fourth Year

It was dumb to be crying over this, but after one of the most stressful weeks of her life, Y/N couldn’t help but cry when she learned yet another one of her friends found their soulmate. Of course, everyone but her was finding theirs, the girl whose spent her whole life dreaming of her soulmate. How could fate be so cruel and sweet at the same time?

Y/N stared into the Black Lake, lost in thought as someone sat down next to her. They cleared their throat and Y/N snapped back into reality. She frowned as she took in the boy next to her.

“Look, Pucey, I’m not really in the mood right now,” she said, attempting to wipe her tears away from his view.

“I-I was just headed inside and saw you, it’s getting late,” he motioned to the last bit of sun peeking out in the horizon. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” His words were filled with sincerity.

“Oh,” she mumbled. She was shocked, not knowing what to say to his profound kindness. This wasn’t Adrian’s normal behavior.

“So, are you? Are you okay?” Y/N looked into his eyes, trying to find anything that would tell her he was joking right now. She couldn’t.

“Uh, not really, but it doesn’t matter. It’s none of your business,” she snapped back. Y/N had to remember who she was talking to. He may seem nice right now, but he had been hell any other time.

“Is about Ruth and her soulmate?” She looked back at him, stunned. “Sorry, you guys are kinda loud during meals and I saw how you reacted,” he spoke hesitantly.

“I’m shocked you were able to put that all together, or even cared for that matter,” she said, something in her wanting to speak honestly.

“I’m not a total arse, princess,” he laughed, easing the tension.

“I would beg to differ,” she joked back. Am I actually having a conversation with Adrian Pucey, like a normal conversation? What is Merlin’s name is happening?

“So, was I correct then? About the soulmate thing?” he asked.

“I’m not going to tell you, Pucey. You’ll just find some way to tease me about it.”

“I won’t, cross my heart and hope to die,” he whispered, evening doing the “x” motion with his finger across his heart. She stared at him hesitantly. What else do I have to lose, honestly?

“Fine, you were correct. The only thing I really want to do in life is find my soulmate, but that seems to never be happening. So yeah, it fucking sucks seeing my friends find theirs. Is that what you wanted to hear?” She didn’t mean be so crude with him, but to be fair, she did tell him she wasn’t in the mood.

“I’m sure you’ll find them, it’s only fo-” Adiran began to speak, but got cut off by Filch yelling at them for being out on school grounds past curfew. The two walked back to the common room in silence, never speaking of that interaction again. Adrian went back to his normal tactics, as if it never happened. Y/N thought about it every now and then, wondering why he had been so kind, but she would just be left as confused as the day it happened.

Fifth Year

This was when things started to truly get messy. Some newfound confidence, a growth spurt from both parties, and conflicted feelings were not a good mix together.

Y/N sat in her first potions lesson of the year, waiting for Professor Snape to walk in and begin. Luckily, she had her roommates to help keep her company. They are started to gossip about the latest people who found their soulmates over the summer. Of course, Y/N had no luck in her search so far. She had no clue it was this difficult to find them, especially when the mark is in a place often hidden by clothing. One of her roommates nudged her, bringing her out of her thoughts.

“Rumor has it that there’s a fellow fifth year boy with a crown mark,” Ruth exclaimed. Her eyes widened in shock. Ruth was always the one with the latest news, she somehow knew everything.

“You’re joking! Who? What?! When? W-where did you hear this?” she asked rapidly.

“Relax! I don’t know much, some sixth year Ravenclaw was talking about it on the way to Transfiguration yesterday,” she explained. She groaned in response. This rumor barely helped in her search and that’s all it was too: a rumor.

“Settle down,” Professor Snape called out, bringing everyone’s attention to the front. He looked around the room.

“These seats certainly won’t do if I expect any actual work to get done. Your new pairs are on the board. I expect a presentable Draught of Peace by the end of class,” he said, flickering his wand ever so slightly. Chalk moved swiftly across the board, listing off who would work with who. She read the line with her name: Y/L/N, Pucey. She groaned in response and hit her head down on the desk.

“Why, Merlin? Why,” she muttered. Her roommates laughed and wished her luck before heading off. They certainly knew her frustration about the Slytherin boy.

“Well, well, well. Isn’t it my favorite princess?” a voice beside her spoke. The voice was familiar, but now deeper? Y/N looked up at him. Oh Merlin, she thought. Adrian definitely had a growth spurt over the summer. She was once the same height, but now it seemed like he towered over her. All his features were finally filling in and it was clear the universe definitely spent some time on him. Not to mention, a good haircut, or lack thereof, does wonders. A subtle grown-out haircut is what she had always pictured her soulmate to have. Y/N, get it together! This is Adrian Pucey you’re thinking about, the guy who’s had it against you since first year! She shook the thoughts away before Adrian could notice her staring.

“I’ll get the ingredients, you find the recipe,” she stated quickly, getting up before he could argue. She took her time before returning to her inevitable partner. Adrian started to prepare the cauldron as she crushed up the moonstone. They worked in peace for a few minutes, thankfully, before he decided to say something.

“Do you reckon we’re partners for just today or the whole school year?” he piped up, glancing at her.

“I think I’d rather be a squib than be your potions partner for a year,” she retorted. This year, she was not gonna let him get away with messing with her. She suffered long enough from his tactics, it was time to fight back. She added the syrup of hellebore after the moonstone, waiting for the potion to turn turquoise.

“Ouch, finally snapping back I see. I like it, just another one of the many ways you’ve changed this summer,” he said with a smirk, looking at her. She sees his eyes flicker up and down her body. She turned away before he could see her blush. Did he really just say that? This was Adrian Pucey, right? The boy who’s hated her since first year and not just some rando on polyjuice? She put away her wonders and focused back on the potion. She was never the best at the class and could not mess up anymore, especially with OWLs this year.

“Next, add the powdered porcupine quills and stir clockwise 7 times,” she read out loud from the recipe.

“No, it said counterclockwise when I read it,” Adrian exclaimed. Before she could correct him, he stirred in the opposite direction which resulted in the potion bubbling immensely before ultimately exploding everywhere. She shrieked at the sudden outburst.

“You bloody idiot! I said clockwise for a reason,” she griped at him. He mumbled a quick and quiet “sorry.”

“Miss Y/L/N and Mister Pucey, detention both of you. Tonight. You’ll be cleaning up this mess along with all the other cauldrons without magic,” Professor Snape declared.

“You know, you could have just asked if you wanted some alone time together,” Adrian whispered into her ear. She shrived at the sudden proximity between the two of them and his new profound boldness. This year was going to be rough.

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“Seeing as it’s your fifth year, it’s time to revisit the subject of Boggarts. I would like you all to discuss with each other what you experience in your third year while I do some last minute preparations for our lesson,” Professor Lupin exclaimed. The fifth years jumped as the dresser in front of them jumped and rattled. Lupin had proved himself worthy over the year so far, but they still didn’t trust whatever was in that dresser.

“You can hold my hand if you’re scared, princess,” Adrian joked. “Let’s not forget what happened last time.” Y/N rolled her eyes and looked at the Slytherin boy. She could tell he was referring to how she almost burst into tears when it was her turn to fight the boggart and Professor Quirrell had to pull her aside.

“Oh yes, let’s not! I would never dare forget how you shrieked when it turned into a clown and chased you around the room,” she laughed, thinking about young Adrian frantically running around while Quirrell tried to catch the boggart.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, princess,” he said, hiding a smile.

“Maybe this lesson will jog your memory, I would love to relive that moment again.”

“You think you’ll see the same thing as last time?” he looked down at her as he spoke. Y/N wanted to say another joke, but she looked back up at him and was suddenly aware of how close he was standing next to her.

“Uh, I-I’m not really sure. I didn’t have a chance to see what it actually was last time. There’s a good chance it’ll be this one thing, but I’m really hoping it doesn’t turn into that,” she laughed dryly, trying to not make it awkward. Y/N knew damn what it would, the fear of being alone and not having a soulmate, but she couldn’t admit it out loud, especially to Adrian.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, you’re tough. But if not, I’ll be right behind you, princess,” he winked, nudging her. Y/N laughed and nudged him back. The two had fallen into this type of banter over the year, not exactly being friends, but not exactly being enemies. Y/N wasn’t where they stood with each other, but as her turn got closer, she started to gravity more towards Adrian, her arm slightly brushing his for a sense of comfort. Adrian didn’t dare look at her, instead just smiled to himself about the subtle touch.

Sixth Year

The Start-Of-Term feast hadn’t even begun before Adrian Pucey decided to go back to his familiar habits. Y/N glanced around the Great Hall, seeing some old and new faces, before catching Adrian’s eye. He sent her a wink, and she stuck her tongue out in response, making sure to turn away before he could notice her blushing. Over fifth year, it was hard to not fall for him, at least just a little bit. He constantly flirted with her while somehow still teasing her and making her life inconvenient in any way possible. How could a boy be so confusing? Her roommates were not blind to her new feelings, especially with how often she “complained” about him.

“Y/N! Please, classes haven’t even started yet,” Annabel groaned. She looked at her roommate confused. Annabel laughed at her bewilderment,

“Oh, please! We all just saw that look you just shared with Pucey. Just admit you like him already so we don’t have a repeat of last year.” Her two other roommates murmured in agreement.

“What?! I do not like him. He’s been an arse since first year, why would I like him? That’s completely barbaric,” she explained, rolling her eyes at her roommates’ delusions.

“Well something is obviously going on! If you can’t admit it, don’t come complaining to us,” Ruth retorted. Y/N muttered a quick disagreement before dropping the subject and turning back to Dumbledore to start the feast. There was no way I could actually like Arian Pucey, right?

The feast continued on and the news of the Triwizard Tournament was buzzing about the castle. The idea of two foreign schools joining them was exciting. The potential new people, chance for eternal glory, the Yule Ball. It was enough to make anyone look forward to the school year. Of course, being a sixth year, Y/N and her roommates could not compete. It was obvious some students did not like this rule, but it didn’t bother her much. She always preferred to watch from the sidelines away.

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The first task flew by and soon, it would be time for the Yule Ball. Y/N chatted with her roommates on their way to Potions, each discussing their dates or what they would wear. They reached the classroom’s door and Y/N parted ways from the rest of the girls. Snape thought it would be a good idea to keep the pairs from last year so she was stuck with Adrian again, but she didn’t mind it as much this time. He was already in his sit as she set her stuff down.

“Morning, how’s the princess’s day so far?” he questioned, looking at her.

“Hi, Pucey. Uh, it’s been fine I guess, can’t complain, yourself?” she replied as she got her books book out. She glanced over at him, his signature smile across his face.

“A lot better now that you’re here.” Y/N gave him a small smile, not knowing exactly what to say.

“The Yule Ball’s in a few weeks, you got a date?”

“Oh, uh actually I do,” answered, unsure why he was asking about this.

“Wait, really? Who?” he said, brows burrowed in confusion. Y/N could hear a bit of angry in his voice, but she pushed the thought away, she was surely just imagining it.

“Lawson, Edward Lawson. You might know him, he’s seventh year chaser for the Hufflepuff team.” Adrian’s jaw went tense. Now she definitely saw that, no imagining about it.

“If you wanted to go with a chaser, you could have just gone with me, you know?” he said, winking at her.

“In your dreams, Pucey,” Y/N retorted, glancing back at the boy whose eyes never seemed to leave her.

“Oh, you have no idea, princess,” he mumbled. “Look, if you ever manage to escape the bloody bloke, save me a dance, will ya?” he exclaimed with a smirk. Luckily Professor Snape walked in and started the lesson before she got to respond. She had no clue how to respond to that.

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Y/N sat in her room, perfecting the final touches of her hair and makeup. She was excited for the Yule Ball, but something felt off. She couldn’t quite place her finger on it, though. She was surrounded by her friends, all getting ready and eagerly chatting. Soon, she would go downstairs and meet her very nice date. There was no reason not to be happy.

Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror, the girl looking back didn’t seem real. Her dress was better than her could ever imagine, and Annabel had truly outdone herself on the hair and makeup. She smiled, feeling at peace.

“You are going to knock him all off his feet, Y/N,” Ruth exclaimed. She changed her focus from herself to the other girl in the mirror.

“It’s so surreal, you know?”

“Edward isn’t going to be the only boy taken back. Who wants to bet Adrian won’t leave her alone tonight?” Annabel laughed as she put in her earrings. The other girls murmured along in agreeance. She rolled her eyes at her.

“You all are delusional, the boy has hated me since first year. And even if he didn’t, I do! I don’t care how much flirting he does! I’ll murder him if he gets in the way tonight.”

“You say that, but yet here you are in an evergreen dress, which happens to be Adrian’s favorite color. Down to the exact shade,” Annabel observed. Y/N gave her a shape glare, deciding not to retort back and make things worse.

The other girls were finally ready and they all went downstairs. The others had all found their dates, but Edward was no were to be seen. Instead of making a scene, Y/N told Ruth she forgot something upstairs and they should go on without her before it gets too late. She gave her an odd look, but agreed, leaving her be.

Her heart raced at the idea of being stood up. It had been 10 minutes past the arranged meet up time. Was this some kind of sick joke? Was this his plan along?

“You can’t think like this, Y/N. This night will not get ruined,” she muttered to yourself. She took a deep breath and made her way out the common room. She walked towards the Great Hall and saw Cedric Diggory, along with his date, Cho Chang. They looked amazing together.

“Diggory! So sorry to bother you, but have you seen Edward? He didn’t come down to the Dungeons to pick me up like we discussed,” she frowned as she spoke. His eyes widened as he saw her. Cedric was friends and on the quidditch team with Edward.

“Oh, uh.. Y-Y/N. I didn’t expect you here. A-about that...” He looked tense as talked. She tilted her head in confusion.

“Um, he’s not coming anymore.” Y/N’s heart dropped.

“What do you mean he’s not coming?”

“Well, you see. Please don’t get mad, I know how you two are, but Pucey may have threatened Edward and said if he took you to the Ball, it would be the last thing he ever did. Edward could barely tell me what happened after it. He really did want to come! He was so excited to be your date, but you know how Pucey can be when it comes to guys interested in you,” he explained quickly. Her world came to a halting stop as she processed what Cedric had just said.

“W-what?” It barely came out as a whisper, tears already threatening to escape.

“I really am sorry, Y/N.”

“Oh, um, thank you for letting me know. Please tell Edward I’m sorry. I had no clue this would happen. Sorry for bothering you once again, I hope you two have fun,” she utterly, leaving before they saw her completely breakdown. They smiled awkwardly at her and waved goodbye.

Thoughts raced around her head as she glanced throughout the crowed corridor. How could he do this? This was by far the cruelest thing he has ever done. What did Cedric even mean by “you know how Pucey can be when it comes to guys interested in you?” Had Adrian been the sole reason why it seemed like no guy at Hogwarts liked me? Her head started to feel dizzy with all the confusion. She stumbled her way outside, hoping the fresh air would help. She sat on the steps, too stunned to do anything else. She heard the sound of footsteps from behind her.

“Where’s the date, Y/L/N?” he teased. Y/N lifted her head and looked back at boy who has ridiculed her nonstop since first year. Rage took over her body.

“You. Complete. Fucking. Arse,” she uttered as she shoved him back. “Do you enjoy this? Do you enjoy seeing me in fucking pain and then teasing me about it? Seriously, what is your problem?!” He was taken back from her sudden outburst. There was no holding back now.

“You’ve hated me since first year, Pucey! I’ve put up with your bullshit since first year. I put up with it year after year, but this is the last straw. The one thing I will not let you mess with is my fucking love life. How dare you ruin my night, the one night a guy finally shows some fucking interest in me! You KNOW how much the idea of meeting my soulmate means to me. Diggory said you’ve threatened every guy who’s ever been interested in me. Is that true?!” Y/N yelled, not caring who could hear her. Adrian was too stunned to speak.

“IS IT FUCKING TRUE?” she yelled impatiently. Tears had been rushing down her face at this point. Adrian never intended for this to happen.

“Yes, but Y/N lo-”

“Bloody hell, you are fucking pathetic, Pucey. Never talk to me again or I’ll go to the headmaster about this and make sure you will never talk to me, or let alone see me.” Her voice cracked with heartbreak as she spoke. Never in the six years of knowing him did she think Adrian would swoop this low. She shoved past him and didn’t look back as he called her name. As soon as she made it to her room, she cried and sobbed until there were no more tears.

Adrian Pucey had finally broke Y/N Y/L/N.

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It had been one month since that night. Adrain upheld Y/N’s word and hadn’t spoke to her since. No snappy remarks, no flirting, no ‘princess’s, not even so much as a glance. Part of her was relieved he listened to her, but the other part of her couldn’t help but miss his presence. It added variety to her day. Now, all the days seemed to ruin together.

She stared at the fire in the common room, her roommates chattering next to her. She had been so absent during this time, they didn’t deserve this. Y/N hadn’t even noticed their talk turn to whispers. They looked at her cautiously.

“Y/N...” Ruth voiced gently. Y/N snapped out of her gaze and looked at her.

“Are you sure everything’s okay? I mean, you haven’t been the same since the ball. Hell, I’m even worried about Pucey. He looks just as bad as you. Please talk to us,” the girl spoke with concern. Y/N sighed, not knowing exactly what to say.

“You all know what happened. I know Pucey and I weren’t exactly friends, but what he did was unacceptable. Whatever we had, it got completely broken now. I thought I was starting to actually lik- ... I-It doesn’t matter, guys. The damage is done and I’ll be fine. Just need some more time,” she gave a weak smile after she spoke, hoping that would satisfy them for now. They looked at her wearily and started to leave for bed. She heard a chorus of goodnights and now she sat in almost silence, the only sound coming from her breathing and the crackling of the fire.

Y/N didn’t know how long she had been then, but the fire was now almost completely dead. The moon shined through the Great Lake’s water, the only source of light in the common room. The sound of footsteps took her out of her thought. Before she could even react, Adrian Pucey shuffled into the common room and sighed as he fell back into the couch opposite of her. He didn’t even notice her at first until he opened his eyes.

“I-I didn’t see you here, sorry. I’ll leave,” he voiced as he got up. Before she could even think, she started to respond.

“It’s okay, you can stay.”

“Oh.” He definitely wasn’t expecting that as an answer.

“What are you doing up? It’s late,” she expressed quietly.

“I could ask you the same thing...” he chuckled dryly. She gave a slightly smile in return.

“Can we talk?” he asked, barely above a whisper, afraid of what the girl in front of him might say. Y/N hesitated, but gave a slight nod. She would be lying if she said she hadn’t been dying to know what Adrian was thinking these past few weeks, as if that would things any better.

“I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am, Y/N. Never in the years I’ve know you did I mean to cause you harm, especially like this. I really am sorry, so so sorry. I know none of this excuses my behavior, but I just can’t seem to think straight around you. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen and you make my mind go crazy and j-just when I think things are going good between us, I fuck it all up,” he breathlessly explained.

“What are you getting at, Adrian?” you asked, titling your head in confusion.

“Look, I- ... Y-you never call me Adrian.”

“Yeah, I know.” Y/N looked down, playing with the hem of her shirt anxiously.

“Oh... Uh, I completely understand if you want to never speak to me, but Y/N, please know that I like you, like a lot. When I first saw you, I was a stupid 11-year-old boy who didn’t know how to talk to girls so I just teased you instead. Then I realized you hated me and the only way to get your attention was to tease you so I just continued to do so. And oh Merlin, when I first saw you fifth year, I had no clue how I was going to survive. You make my mind go wild. I’m completely mental about you, probably worse than any love potion you could give me. A-and I know you hate me now, but I just need you to know that I really am sorry. For everything.”

“I don’t hate you, Adrian, I never did,” she voiced. He stared back at the girl in bewilderment. “I don’t know where my feelings exactly are right now, especially after hearing this, but I don’t hate you. Part of me feels like I should, but I-I just can’t for some reason. I may say it to my friends, but I never actually mean it.”

“I’ll do anything you ask you’d me to make up for this, even if it means we can just be friends. Hell, I-I’ll even go to Lawson and tell him he can go on a date with you, that he should go on a date with you, because any guy would be luckily to have you.” Y/N smiled at his sweet words.

“You don’t have to do that, Adrian. I didn’t really want to go with him, anyways,” she confessed.

“Why did you agree to go with him, then?”

“No else was asking me,” she laughed dryly, trying to ease the tension. “Was kinda hoping a certain person would ask me, but they didn’t so.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. She never imagined saying these things out loud, let alone to Adrian himself.

“I-I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“I mean, I don’t exactly know either. I was starting to like you, I want to like you, but I don’t know if that’s what’s best anymore,” she explained. She glanced over at Adrian, his eyes never leaving hers. He had a shy smile on his face.

“I swear I’ll make it up to you, no matter what it takes,” he begged. She stared at him, seeing only sincerity in his eyes. It was hard not to smile at him. She bit her lip, not knowing what to say. Y/N was so conflicted with her feelings for him. She subconsciously shivered from the coldness around her. It was the one thing Y/N didn’t like about the common room. Adrian noticed and stood up to take off his sweater.

“Here, take this. I always get too hot anyways,” he claimed as he lifted the sweater. His thin t-shirt underneath rose up with it. She started to protest, rolling her eyes before suddenly freezing. It happened all so fast, but she knew what she saw.

Adrian Pucey had the same exact crown mark as her, in the same exact place. The mark, no bigger than an inch, sat right above his hip bone on his abdomen. It felt as if the world had stopped. Y/N was too afraid to move, she stayed in place, staring at where the mark had just flashed. He handed the sweater out to her, but she did nothing.

“Y/N? Princess?” he called out. The nickname tore her out of the trance, it had been forever since she heard it. She glanced back up to his face, which was filled with concern. She subconsciously took the sweater and stared at him in bewilderment.

“I-I uh... I gotta go,” she muttered out before she ran away to her dorm. If she was thinking normally, she would have felt bad for leaving the poor boy so abruptly, but that was the last of her worries at the moment.

Adrian Pucey was her soulmate.

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“HE’S YOUR WHAT?!”

“Bloody hell, can you please not scream it to the whole Great Hall?”

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I cannot believe Adrian Pucey is your soulmate. Adrian! Of all people! I knew you liked him, it’s fate! What did he say when you told him?” Ruth exclaimed to her. She looked at her roommate sheepishly.

“I, uh, haven’t? I sorta ran away,” she explained, looking down in embarrassment. Annabel, who sat next her, smacked the back of her head.

“Are you dumb? This is all you have ever wanted in your entire time being here at Hogwarts and you left the poor boy. Absolutely, completely, undeniably foolish!” she rambled.

“What’s so foolish?” a deep voice said from next to them. Adrian had just joined for breakfast and was now sitting down. All the girls looked over, baffled. None of them said a thing in fear of what he all heard.

“Oh, nothing. Gotta go, see you all in class,” Y/N quickly piped and got up. She dashed out the Great Hall before anyone could say anything. Her friends avoided the confused looks from Adrian.

From that day, and the next few days, Y/N avoided Adrian like the plague. No matter how many times he tried to talk to her, she found her way out of it. She knew it was a toxic thing to do, but she needed to get her thoughts under control.

Y/N packed up her Ancient Runes work, wishing it was longer since it was one of the classes she had without Adrian. To be honest, ignoring someone was exhausting. Who knew it was so difficult to avoid someone that shared the same classes, dining table, and common room as you? Y/N was snapped out of her thoughts as someone abruptly dragged her off when she walked out of the classroom’s door. She tried to fight her way out, but whoever had her in their grip was substantially stronger than her.

“Stop fighting before you hurt yourself,” a deep voice said, one she knew all too well. That voice just made her want to fight even more.

“Adrian, let me go!”

“Not happening, princess.” Y/N accidentally ran into the boy’s tall figure as he stopped suddenly. Adrian grabbed onto her before she could fall. Or escape.

“Why are you avoiding me?” he demanded, staring her intensely.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied. Y/N refused to meet his eyes.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” She stood there silently. “Can you please just tell me what I did? Because I have been going over what happened a thousand times and I still don’t know what I did wrong. You’re driving me insane, even my roommates can tell so please, just please tell me what happened so I can fix this,” he pleaded with her. She could hear the despair in voice.

“You did nothing wrong, Adrian. If anything, it’s all my fault. So if you want to avoid me, go right ahead! Be my guest, I won’t stop you,” she said sarcastically. She tried to leave, but he stopped her. She glanced around, a few people looked at them as they argued.

“You are not leaving until we figure this out. I’m done playing games. I’ve given you a chance to explain yourself, but you’re still refusing to say it so I will. I know you saw my soulmate mark. And I told I’ve thought about what happened over and over so don’t even think about denying it, Y/N. But I-I don’t know why you’re still avoiding me, why does my mark have to do with any of this?! Is there something you know? Something you’re not telling me?! But then I don’t know why you wouldn’t tell me an-”

“IT’S BECAUSE YOU ARE MY SOULMATE, ADRIAN!” she yelled at him to stop rambling. He stared at her, not believing what he had just heard.

“Is that what you wanted to hear? That you, Adrian Pucey, are my soulmate?! I’ll even show you the bloody mark!” She untucked her dress shirt so he could see. His face had the same shocked look as her’s did just a few days prior. A slight smile creeped up on his face.

“It’s you? You’re my soulmate?” he asked. Y/N continued to ramble on.

“Yes! And I really am sorry for ignoring you, I didn’t want to but I just really needed to think over everything. I’m just so confused. Yeah, what you did was fucking awful, and you thought you had it bad? How do you think I felt when I start to like the bloke who’s had it against since first year?! Merlin, you are confusing” Y/N rambled on, as if Adrian wasn’t even there. He grinned, it was always one of her traits he secretly admired from afar. “I-I thought I was gonna die fifth year in that first Potions class. Bloody hell, the universe does seem to have its favorites, it’s really unfair. Fifth year in general, don’t even get me started, I-” so he didn’t. He didn’t let her get started and kissed her instead. Y/N was taken aback at first, but soon returned the affection. He lightly placed his hands on her waist, bringing her closer to him. Y/N smiled into the kiss.

“A ‘shut up’ would have sufficed,” she joked, but still not daring to move even an inch away from the boy. Adrian laughed and smiled even wider if that was possibly.

“Yeah, but this seemed like a better way.” He rested his forehead against hers. Y/N didn’t even try to argue.

“Can I kiss you again?” he whispered. She beamed at the sweet gesture, pulling him in again as her response. Everything in the universe felt right. Their bickering and fights were merely nothing now compared to this. Y/N had read endlessly about soulmates growing up, but nothing described what she felt here now, under his touch. It was a feeling she would hope never go away.

Seventh Year

It was finally Y/N and Adrian’s last year at Hogwarts, but it would be their first year without pretending their feelings for the other didn’t exist. The end of their schooling had come so quickly, it was hard to believe honestly. Y/N sat in the common room, the fire cracking slowly. Adrian rested his head in her lap, as she read the latest muggle book her mother had given her. It became a frequent occurrence for her and Adrian to stay here until the late hours of the night. It was a time where they both felt at peace, a slight familiarity to their story’s begin.

“What are you reading, princess?” Y/N smiled at the nickname she had grown to love over the past year, it had a whole new meaning now.

“’Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen,” she replied, marking her page and looking back at the boy below her.

“Is it any good? What’s it about?” his face burrowed in wonder.

“Oh, you’ll like it. It’s about this guy and girl who completely hate each other at first, but the guy actually starts to like her, but she still hates him so it’s this whole ordeal, but in the end, they end up together and happy as ever,” she joked, bringing him up for a kiss.

“That story definitely sounds good, a little familiar too,” he laughed.

“Oh, really?” she teased. Adrian sat up and pulled her into his arms.

“Oh, for sure! Except the story I’m thinking of is called ‘Prince and Princess,’ has the Ps in the title just like your book too,” he said continuing the joke. Over the past year, Adrian had been deemed “prince” by Y/N and her friends as a response to her being called “princess.” They couldn’t help but like him now after seeing how he treated her this past year. She was the happiest she’s ever been.

“I don’t think I’ve heard of that story before, you’ll have to tell me about it.”

“It would be an honor, but I would rather show you if I’m being honest,” Adrian said, pulling her into another kiss. Y/N smiled and returned the kiss.

Y/N spent years thinking about soulmates and their stories. She still couldn’t believe how surreal things felt, but Adrian Pucey was her soulmate and that was enough for her.

[ladysunamireads]

Planning Went Wrong

Planning went wrong by lolatheblueangel

Marinette was sick of it! Her stupid crush on adiran wasent going anywere and she hated that. So she decided to come with a plan. A plan that will help her move on from him, and of course this plan has to include a pun lover black cat.

Words: 1091, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Tikki, Plagg, Chloé Bourgeois, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, marichat - Relationship, adrienette

Additional Tags: Oblivious Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Hot Mess Adrien Agreste, Adrien Agreste Needs a Hug, Badass Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Identity Reveal, Angst with a Happy Ending, Good Chloé Bourgeois

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/20796692