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ellewriteswrongs · 3 years

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picking favorites (a @tsbandau drabble)

if y’all aren’t emotionally invested in @underdog-arts ‘s band au, idk what y’all are even doing /j

anyway, here’s a wholesome family drabble insp. by the band au and my (not-so) subtle obsession with remus and janus. also subbing to their patreon is the best $5 i’ve probably ever spent, no joke

“Honey, you can still pick up Ry, right?” Janus called down the hallway, carrying a basket of laundry on each hip before depositing them in the hallway to put away later. Remus was seated in their shared office catching up on emails as Janus began packing up leftover pasta into containers to take to their show scheduled that night.

“I told you I got ‘em,” he agreed, banging the last clumps of his protein shake into his mouth with the heel of his hand. “I’m gonna’ jog to V’s and grab the van.”

Janus nodded to themself out of instinct before faltering, their brow furrowing.

“Wait—Re, that’s like three miles,” they challenged, dumping the dirtied dishes into the sink. “Just take the fucking car.”

Remus’ snort laugh was audible from down the hallway.

“They asked for the van!” Remus cackled. “And I, for one, do not disappoint. Apparently making my kid’s friends think they’re cool is worth a three-mile jog.”

Janus rolled their eyes, albeit fondly. This was, unfortunately, not news.

Riley was having an…interesting phase. It wouldn’t be abnormal for kids their age if it weren’t for the fact that their parents were ridiculously competitive, and all of their parents’ friends were eager to get in on it.

As soon as Remus attended career day in Riley’s first grade classroom, resulting in the entire class of six-year-olds marveling at the fact that their friend’s dad was a “rock star.”

Janus loved that conversation over dinner that night.

They weren’t jealous. No, in fact, it was probably overdue for Riley to have a bit of a “Daddy’s kid” phase, considering how joined at the hip they were with Janus for multiple years now. But they wanted to win.

Riley could make their own decisions about picking a favorite parent. As long as that decision was Janus.

“You’ve gone so-oft,” they sing-songed, smirking as Remus appeared in the kitchen behind them, wrapping one hand around their hip and pressing a kiss to their temple. “Ry’s got you wrapped around their finger.”

Remus have a flash of his crooked grin.

“Yeah, well…at least I know where they get that from.”

Janus rolled their eyes, trying to hide their reddening face.

“Sap,” they grumbled fondly. “Hurry up and get on with your run before you’re late to pickup. And tell V I said hey.”

Remus gave an exasperated chuckle and affirmation, but pocketed his keys and wallet nonetheless.

The jog to Virgil’s apartment wasn’t a particularly strenuous three miles, being downtown and all, and Remus was far from out of shape. Still, three miles was three miles—especially in the late afternoon sun. Needless to say, Virgil wasn’t thrilled to have a giant sweaty man on his doorstep, but he handed over the keys nonetheless.

The van was old, still clinging to its axels from when Remus himself purchased it from an old neighbor and declared it the band’s “tour bus.” It was nice enough at the time, especially for the price he paid, but it certainly wasn’t still around for anything more than sentimental value.

Mainly just Remus refusing to get rid of it.

That, and the fact that, for whatever reason, Riley thought it was the coolest thing ever.

The drive wasn’t long, only the sitting in traffic of other parents in minivans trying to get into the school parking lot. He…wasn’t a fan of that part of being a parent, that’s for sure. He could do without any other parents, thank you very much, but at least it was fun to see how obvious all of them were in their distaste of both him and Janus, compared to how much their kid absolutely adored them.

A fact that was only proven when Remus eventually made it to the parking lot and exited his van, only to be met with ear-splitting squeal of “daddy!” and an armful of six-year-old.

He can’t deny how, even after all these years, the title still makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like…he is a dad. That’s his kid! How fucking rad is that!

He happens to spot a few other parents, along with some of Riley’s friends that he recognizes, and he offers a quick wave with the hand that isn’t mussing up his kid’s hair.

“You brought the van,” Riley points out with a toothy grin that Remus can’t help mirroring. He can’t help the knot in his throat when he spots the gap in their teeth from their first ever lost tooth—which only meant they were getting much too old and Remus would really appreciate it if they would slow the fuck down.

“I told you I would, didn’t I?” Riley nods, bouncing on Remus’ hip just a bit out of excitement. “I gotta’ warn you though, JJ’s getting pretty jealous.”

Riley laughs before sticking out their tongue and making a fart noise in Remus’s face.

Remus is, for the thousandth time, bewildered at how Riley couldn’t possibly be more like Janus if they tried. And mostly smitten. He has the coolest kid on Earth, after all.

“They can suck my butt!” Riley squeals and Jesus Christ, Remus is going to have a heart attack right there in the parking lot. He’s gonna’ have to grill Jan again to make sure those two aren’t secretly biologically related.

“Hey, your words not mine, squirt,” he smirks, opening the van door and strapping them into the car seat. “And your early bedtime if you let JJ hear any of that.”

He finishes with a pinch on their nose before closing the van door and getting back in the driver’s seat.

Riley, as soon as the radio turn on, starts protesting very aggressively to listen to “your songs, daddy! Play your songs!”

Thankfully, he has a CD burned with some of their…cleaner songs for that exact purpose.

Riley, for lack of a better word, was ‘singing’ along at a volume that Remus would’ve otherwise found hilarious and impressive if it wasn’t right in his ear. Still, there was a certain fondness that came with watching his kid’s excitement over his work—something that, as usual, was paired with thrashing within the confines of a car seat and headbanging their little heart out.

Along the drive Remus made every attempt to stop the barrage of the screamo singer in the making, but all were ultimately unsuccessful. At least…until he pointed out one particular building out of a strip mall assortment.

“Hey, you see that store right there? The one with the red sign?” He spoke up, catching Riley’s eager attention in an instant. They placed both hands on the van window to look out.

“What is it?” They asked, squinting to try and read what was on the sign.

“You know the snake on my leg?” Riley nodded, quieting down. “That’s where JJ took me to get it.”

They paused, seemingly putting some pieces together in their head.

“How come you only have one?” They asked, still kicking their legs against their seat. “JJ has lots, how come you don’t have lots too?”

Remus chuckled, continuing along the road as the light turned green.

“‘Cause I don’t need another one. They’re very expensive, you know.”

“Is it ‘cause you’re a wimp?”

Remus choked on his own spit.

“N-no,” he choked out, laughing. “No I’m not, I just think it looks better this way.”

He didn’t bother looking into the backseat to see what Riley thought of that answer, but if the return to karaoke that followed was any indication, they were not impressed. Still, he’d probably take the teasing over the screaming, but kids are kids.

Even as they pulled into their driveway, Remus had to strategically dodge Riley’s flailing limbs in order to un-fasten the seatbelts on their car seat and actually get them in the house. Apparently the music was not as vital to the ‘sing-along’ as he’d hoped it was when he turned the car off.

“Alright, alright, calm those legs down before you knock my teeth out, will ya’?” Remus teased, placing Riley on his shoulders where they instantly took fistfuls of his hair to hold on. Riley toned down the velocity, but otherwise did not stop. “Careful, squirt, if you wanna’ kick so bad, I’m signing you up to play soccer.”

Riley stopped almost instantaneously, gripping Remus’ hair even tighter as they headed back inside the house, Riley’s tiny backpack slung around Remus’ forearm.

“Nooo,” they wailed, half punctuated by laughter that echoed through the house.

“What are we complaining about?” Janus spoke, leaning against the doorway across the room with a fond smile.

“He said if I kick him in the teeth I have to play soccer,” Riley whined, attempting to climb down from Remus’ shoulders on their own. Janus snorted a laugh before swiftly crossing the room to collect their child and place them on their hip.

“Wow, your daddy’s so mean,” Janus agreed, raising a challenging eyebrow as they stood in front of their husband. Remus pouted before bending down to steal a kiss.

“Gross,” Riley giggled, pressing a hand on each of their parents’ faces to separate them.

“Gross?” Janus smirked. “Well in that case, maybe your dad was being a bit unfair.”

Riley turned to Remus to stick out their tongue at him.

“I mean, soccer? That’s just ridiculous,” Janus continued, a mischievous glint in their eyes. “We’ll obviously have to sign you up for football instead. A punt like that has got to be put to good use.”

Riley immediately went back to their dramatized complaining, this time reaching desperately for Remus to get him to take them back from Janus—to which Remus just held up his hands in mock innocence.

“No can do, kid,” he smirked. “The punishment has to fit the crime, after all.”

Riley continued their attempts to wiggle out of Janus’ unyielding grip.

“Never!” They declared, trying a different approach of reaching over Janus’ shoulder to escape from behind. “I won’t! I won’t do it, I promise!”

Remus and Janus both knew they wouldn’t actively try to hurt either of them, but sometimes it was just more fun to assert rules when it came with shrieking laughter and climbing their parents like a jungle gym.

“Well, now you know where we stand,” Remus spoke in false authority, reaching for one of Riley’s tiny shoes and holding it up to address it as if it were in control of their legs. “I better not see you around these parts again, ya’ hear?” He added in an over-the-top western accent, gesturing to his face.

Riley squealed with laughter as he held out his hand for a handshake and they shook it with their accused foot.

“Alright, alright, you two,” Janus intervened with fond exasperation. “Snacks are on the counter, take it or leave it.”

Riley whipped their head around to peer into the kitchen, cheering when they spotted two plates on the kitchen counter, each with a toaster waffle piled high with blueberries.

“Second…breakfast!” They cheered, drumroll-ing on their leg before whooping and slinking out of Janus’ grip and climbing up onto the kitchen barstools. Remus, giving a fond eye-roll at the enthusiasm, turned to drape his arms over Janus’ shoulders from behind, perching his chin on top of their head.

“They get it from you, you know,” he mumbled, smirking at the scoff it earned him.

“Shut up,” Janus grumbled, the smile evident in their voice. “That is all you.”

“Babe, sports are a threat in this house,” he teased. “You’re telling me that came from me?”

“Yeah, I’ll take that one,” they chided, turning around to face their husband. “As long as you’re aware that the energy, the volume—honey, that’s all you.”

Remus quirked his brow with a proud smirk.

“Or maybe it’s the fact that they sleep for fourteen hours and we haven’t even had eight in the last six years,” he challenged knowingly. “You know, I happen to remember that back in the day…that bed was hardly even for sleeping.”

Janus snorted, their face reddening slightly.

“Is it bad to think of those as the ‘good old days’ already?”

Remus swept a piece of their hair out of their face.

“Hell no, dude. We lived like kings back then,” he chuckled. “How ‘bout this—I’ll get Ro to take ‘em to the park or something this weekend and I’ll dick you down just like old times, ‘kay?”

Janus sputtered out a cackle, smacking Remus on the chest before covering his mouth with their hand.

“Fucking christ, they’re like two yards away,” they hissed, still laughing. “I am not going to be the one fielding questions about what getting dicked down means, oh my god.”

“You say that like they listen to anything when there’s food in front of them,” Remus countered, nodding in the direction of their kid as Janus rolled their eyes with a chuckle.

“Now that, is from you,” they grinned, jabbing him in the side with their elbow.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re serving up delicacies like toaster waffles,” Remus said, raising his hands in mock defense.

Janus gave him a look before crossing their arms.

“Yeah, well, you’re lucky I know you can’t go two hours without food. Go on, there’s one for you, even if it’s probably cold by now,” they teased as Remus excitedly kissed their forehead before practically running to the kitchen. He hopped up to sit on the counter, folding each toaster waffle like a blueberry-filled taco before funneling them into his mouth.

Janus followed close behind—at a normal pace, thank you very much—and took the actual seat next to their kid, sipping at the cup of tea they had left on the counter before the two had returned home as they listened to Riley regaling their day at school.

———

Realistically, Remus probably should’ve seen it coming. He was a couple days past his previous record of days as Riley’s “favorite” and he knew he likely didn’t have much longer before Janus dethroned him again, but he certainly hadn’t expected the scene he walked in on that night.

He had heard hushed laughter coming from one of their house’s bathrooms that evening, assuming at first that Janus was just handling Riley’s bath or something like that, but as he cleaned up the mess from their dinner and finished washing the rest of their dishes, he was surprised to find they were still in there. So obviously he had to investigate.

He knocked on the door, rolling his eyes fondly as shushing and giggles came from within.

“Everything good in there?” He teased, leaning against the door. “I gotta’ say, I’m a little hurt I didn’t get invited to whatever club this is that hangs out in the bathroom.”

More giggles followed by the oh-so familiar sound of Janus’ shushing.

“I guess I’ll just have to find out for myself what all the fuss is about,” he sing-songed, slowly creaking open the door before letting out a snort laugh at the scene before him.

Janus was seated on the edge of the bathtub, wash cloth in hand, as Riley sat on the sink counter, covered on all limbs with temporary tattoos. At least the pieces of tape that Janus had cut into circles and colored black to look like ear gauges were admittedly cute.

“Oh, I see how it is,” he smirked from against the doorframe.

“JJ said you’re a wimp,” Riley proudly announced. “I was right.”

Janus stuck their tongue out and made a spitting noise and…yeah, that was their kid alright. Not that Remus would have it any other way.

#anyway.......i would die for them #my writing #tsbandau #sanders sides #ts remus #ts janus

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kiintsugi · 4 years

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Vagrant's Rhapsody Excerpt #002

“You can't change the wind but you can set your sails.” ― Billie Joe Armstrong

“Sometimes the world decides it doesn’t need you. Sometimes you decide you don’t need the world. But, you... fuck, I need you.”

Drink because you’ve got nothing better to do than wallow in self-pity on a Saturday night. Drink because you’re letting the straights play jump rope with your nerves. Fling your glass across the bar so you have to watch the whiskey run down your distorted, cracked reflection.

Lather. Rinse. Repeat.

Train hopper modern au. aka the road trip quarter-life crisis au no one asked for but i’m writing anyway

Spotify insp. playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3nIWt2B8z1kNTovOlKI9jR?si=lqCCZXmPTsKZXPkJW0kOKg

EXCERPT:

There were three things that Clarke loved about Bellamy Blake

His love of world history which allowed for enough overlap with her love art that he was actually someone she could talk to about post renaissance painters and have a fulfilling conversation with.

He was literally the kindest human on the face of the earth.

His arms. They were great.

She remembered the third thing as he offered her his elbow to walk her into the little diner. Which, conclusion: Bellamy was without a doubt, the kindest human of all time.

They found a table toward the back, near the jukebox that only ever played one song. It had been that way for as long as Clarke could remember and would likely stay that way until it stopped working all together. Not that it mattered. It didn’t bother the regulars – mostly grumpy older men and industrial, blue collar workers – and it didn’t bother the employees either. The only people who ever complained was the rare newcomer who always thought it necessary to blame the waitress for their own piss poor taste in music.

Mary Jane’s Last Dance played when Clarke was young and her father would take her out to watch the sunrise in the Beacon parking lot at four something in the morning. It played when Clarke was sixteen and bussing tables and sneaking links of sausage because she had already been given two formal warnings about sneaking bacon and when she was sliding ice down Octavia’s shirt on late weekend nights to keep her awake for their three graveyard regulars. It didn’t matter what she was doing or who she was or who ahead wanted to be one day; Tom Petty was always there. For Hungover Clarke, however, she could really do without the residual emotions of her past right about now.

“Is it even possible to hate Tom Petty?” Bellamy mused with a nostalgic twinkle as he slid into a booth. She knew he meant well, he always meant well. But Clarke still had to bite her tongue and actively stop herself from being a certifiable grump towards one of the only people she could stand to be around.

She waved a hand with dismissive intent and peered across the diner. It was a small joint, cracked and aged in this timeless charm sort of way with a dozen booths, six on either side of the door, and a row of diner bar top seats that always had some industrial worker with sunken eyes hunched over endless coffee and a plate of grease drenched potatoes.

There were two waitresses. The first was and older woman who had been with diner since Clarke was young named Bea. The other was younger, even more than Clarke and unlike Bea who had something a rapport with the regulars, was having hard time knowing when to approach customers and when to leave them the fuck alone.

“Charlotte. What the fuck? We got customers!” Murphy’s head peaked out from the window behind the counter, his expression wrinkled with frustration.

“I got it,” Bea interjected. “She’s one of my girls.”

Murphy turned towards them, eyes lighting up when he realized the customers in question were her and Bellamy. “You,” he declared, reaching an arm out of the window to point his spatula at them. “Bout time.”

Bellamy smiled. “We’re here, now.”

Ever chivalrous Bellamy Blake, acting as if it were his fault Clarke hadn’t bothered to stop by. Of course, Bea knew better than to believe it.

“Where the hell have you been?” she asked, pushing her weight onto one hip as she set down two mugs coffee.

Clarke reached for the obviously larger of the two mugs. “Europe.”

“That was six months ago,” Bea said.

“New York?”

“Try again, girlie.”

Clarke shrugged. She really didn’t have an answer; at least, she didn’t have one that she was willing to admit.

“Well, you’re here now.” Bea put her hands on her hips and sighed. “That’s what matters. Just in time for the wedding, too. Oh,” she breathed. “I never did expect to say that about Octavia.”

“Yeah,” Clarke said, looking out the window. “Me either.”

The Beacon was a tiny building that built its success through its service to blue collar railway workers and, while the railroad workforce was nothing compared to what used to be as a in their small midwestern town, the trainyard still lingered across the window pane like a distance relic and – somehow – added to the charm. Now days, hardly anyone who worked on the railway came into the diner, but Clarke always wondered what the place looked like when it first opened. Train tales had to be better the complaints of long sleep-deprived truck drivers and stoned teenagers who poured chocolate milk on their hash browns.

The bells over the door gave an off-key chime and Clarke could hear the trudging boots of new customers filing in through the door.

“Charlotte,” Murphy’s voice boomed. “You’re up!”

Bellamy chuckled across the table and Clarke whipped her attention back to the diner as he said, “I haven't heard Murphy this frustrated since Clarke and Octavia first left.”

Bea looked over her shoulder to the table of new arrivals where the young waitress seemed to be stumbling through her job. “It’s her first job,” she said. “She’ll get better. You and O weren’t much better when you started either. Besides, that lot’s an easy ticket. She’ll be fine.”

The table consisted of four people, each as begrimed as the last. They were covered in something black and greasy, with stringy unwashed hair and dirt ridden, sweat soaked clothes. One of them was wiping their hands clean, leaving a pile of dirty napkins in the center of the table before collecting them all and trading the used napkins to the waitress for coffee.

“They’re filthy,” Bellamy noted.

“They’re harmless,” Bea said. “So, your orders still the same? Southwest Omelet and a Beacon Traditional?”

They both nodded and Bea sauntered away to shout the orders at Murphy through the kitchen window.

“Can you believe Murphy still works here?” Bellamy asked, leaning over the table. “Eight years at the same diner.”

Clarke frowned. “Bea’s been here longer.”

“Yeah, but that’s Bea. This place is nothing without her.”

Clarke shrugged. As much as she loved Bellamy, it was hard to keep a conversation with him. It was hard to keep a conversation with anyone these days.

They fell into a sort of uncomfortable silence as Bellamy sipped at his coffee and hummed the repeating tune of the Jukebox’s only song while Clarke stared absentmindedly across the diner towards the table of four. She watched the young waitress, Charlotte, bring out four piled plates of diner classics, refill coffee mugs on at least four separate occasions and chat idly with the group about things Clarke couldn’t quite make out.

“Fuckin’ frozen hell, Princess. You gonna say hi to me, or what?”

Clarke snapped back to the table. There were two steaming plates of food in front of them, Bellamy’s half consumed and Clarke’s completely untouched and her coffee had gone cold. She looked at the plate, frowning before looking up to Murphy who had stolen a seat next to Bellamy. “Sorry,” she mumbled as she began to pick at her food. “Long night.”

“Yeah, I fuckin’ bet,” Murphy said. He pushed back his hair and leaned one elbow on the table. “I heard you go real hard these days.”

Clarke raised an eyebrow as she shoved a fork full of food into her mouth.

“Hey, man, I hear what I hear,” he said with an innocent shrug. “Not like we’ve talked since you got back to set the story straight.”

“There’s nothing to set straight,” Clarke said.

Murphy gripped his chest with gasp. “A woman after my own heart. No fucks and an iron liver.”

“Murphy,” Bellamy interjected. “Enough.”

“I’ll take you on on that. If you can keep up.”

Murphy balked with laughter. “Come on, princess. You really think your debauchery can keep up with me? I’ve been running the garbage kid scene since you were still a star student.”

Clarke raised her coffee mug with a smug grin. “What can I say? I’m a fast learner.”

#fic update #vrau #clexa fanfiction #clexa fanfic #clexa #the 100 #t100 #clarke griffin #commander lexa #writing #art historian clarke #vagabond lexa

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ickle-ronniekins · 6 years

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passion in your eyes, fred x reader

GUESS WHO THE F IS BACK?! THAT’S RIGHT, MOTHAF--

no but seriously. we’re going to try this again. i have a bunch of unanswered requests in my inbox from, like, two years ago and that is not cool. i just feel so awful and i’ve had no inspiration to write about the twinnies. but i want too and need too, especially after reading all my old ones the last two days (lmao WHAT A GEEK)

request: from @fragcc: What about the #9 and #4 with Fred?

prompt: “why...why are you looking at me like that?”

warnings: lmao that’s hilarious, the fluffmeister is back (who TF AM I????)

“Why does she always, always, always need to ruin absolutely everything? Can someone just set off a dung bomb in her office and perhaps she’ll leave the castle forever?”

George laughed before saying, “If only. How long d’you reckon before something here actually does make her go?”

I glanced back at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom and sighed. Umbridge was tidying up her desk and fixing the obnoxious, bright pink photograph of a kitten that had been meowing so loud during class that she was forced to put it away.

“I hope something pisses her off enough that she bids us farewell today,”

The Gryffindor common room fire was roaring with flames and the familiarity of the armchair I sunk into was enough to warm me up straight away after that torturous class. It was buzzing with other students - some doing their classwork, others discussing ways of angering Professor Umbridge, but mostly, the majority of the Gryffindor house was relaxing on this cold, snowy day.

“I’ve GOT it!” someone announced very loudly as they entered the common room. I turned my head towards the left to see Fred Weasley strolling inside with his chest puffed out and a large smirk across his face. “George, Y/N, I have absolutely got it.”

“Got what?” asked his twin.

“A way to get Umbridge to leave Hogwarts indefinitely!” Fred said. But by the look in his eyes, I knew he was messing with us.

“Oh, you do not, you tosspot,” I said as I punched him in the arm. “If you had, George would’ve known about it - the two of you come up with everything together.”

George nodded and said, “She’s got you there, Freddie.”

Fred sighed and sat down beside me. “Fine, okay, I don’t have it...but George and I certainly have the start of something in the works...” he massaged his hands together and his cheeky grin spread back across his face.

“And what, may I ask, is in the works?” I asked the twins.

Fred, George, and I hadn’t met right when we began at Hogwarts. It was about halfway through our first year, out in the court yard, when I had sent the tickling charm, Rictusempra, upon a Ravenclaw student who was doing his very best to get Fred and George in trouble for their minor pranks. They stared at me in awe, and we’d been inseparable ever since.

Fred raised his eyebrows at me now, and clapped his twin on the back. “How about a little game of Quidditch first? George, would you round up the troops?”

“Sorry, Freddie,” George started, “I’ve got tons to finish for Professor Flitwick. Remember, last week, when you told me to keep working on our inventions, and that I could do my assignment later that evening?” Fred nodded slowly and George continued, “And remember when I fell asleep on top of my parchment at three o’clock in the morning and you didn’t wake me? Yeah, thought so,” he sounded annoyed, but I saw him wink and laugh.

“’Kay, fine, you’re out, George,” I said as I stood up from the comfortable arm chair. “How about just a little one on one, Freddie? Reckon I could absolutely destroy you,”

“Yeah?” Fred said, a twinkle in his eye. He ran his hands through his red hair, now askew, and said, “Guess we’ll have to see about that.”

I raised my eyebrows at him and headed for the girls dormitory to grab my robes and broom. “Meet me on the pitch in ten, Weasley.”

About twelve minutes later, I hovered slightly above the grassy pitch and listened to the very silent atmosphere as the snow continued to fall. It was coming down a bit heavier now, but there was nothing I loved more than Quidditch in the snow. Plus, the feast and warmth in the great hall would seem so much more inviting after I whipped Weasley into shape.

“Is that supposed to intimidate me?” I heard suddenly. I eventually saw Fred’s 6′3 frame come into focus. “You just waiting above the ground like that?”

“You should actually already be intimidated,” I shot back. “How long have we been friends?”

Fred hopped up onto his broomstick and met me in the air with high five. “I dunno, what...six years now? Six years, and you have yet to ‘destroy’ me in Quidditch.” He laughed. The tip of his nose was turning red.

“Maybe I’ve just been hiding my true talent from you!” I shot up higher into the air. “Let’s go, then, Weasley!”

I flew my way over to the goal posts, ready to handle whatever Fred was going to throw at me. He smirked and kept throwing the quaffle a few feet into the air and catching it, like it was supposed to scare me. But I held my ground and hovered in front of my goal, determined to not let anything through.

I could tell Fred was going easy. “What are these sissy throws?” I kept asking him as I blocked everything that came my way. “This is way too easy for me, you loon.”

I spun, I twisted - I did every strange move I could think of to at least make it look like a challenge. Finally, Fred said, “Okay, okay - I won’t take it easy on you then. I’ll give you my absolute best shot. I am a beater, you know, so I have even more strength in my arms than the chasers do.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah, yeah - just throw it.”

Fred backed up - it was the farthest he’d been from the goal post all evening. The snow was coming down the heaviest it had been all day. I could barely see to begin with, and large snowflakes kept falling on top of my eyelashes. Fred was getting tinier and tinier as he backed up. “You ready?” he called.

I yelled yes, but I don’t think he heard me. He hesitated, and then the quaffle came soaring at me. Okay, so, maybe he was giving me his best shot. Within what felt like miliseconds, the quaffle was almost at me when I back flipped in the air and hit the tail end of the ball with the edge of my broomstick. It shot up and went zooming high into the sky. I started to laugh and made my way back over to Fred.

We met in the middle of the pitch. Still laughing, I said, “So how about that, Weasley? You have nothing on me. Told you I’d destroy you,”

But Fred’s eyes were twinkling in a passionate, surprised sort of way. He pushed his damp red hair back and grinned at me. He didn’t talk and neither did I - he just stared at me, almost with some sort of...admiration.

He and I were still hovering high above the ground when the quaffle came flying through the air back down to us. I caught it in one hand while I balanced on my broomstick with the other. Fred was nothing short of impressed, I could tell.

I smiled back at him and asked him, “What?” It was almost as if he were in a trance, because it looked as though a surge of electricity made it’s way throughout his body when he shook slightly. “Why...why are you looking at me like that?”

With the twinkle still in his eye, Fred cleared his throat and said, “Um, nothing, you’re just - wow, you really did destroy me there, Y/N.”

I flipped my hair behind my ear. “Well thanks, Weasley.”

And suddenly, he reached forward and moved my snow covered bangs out of my eyes. We both sat on our brooms in silence. I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. Eventually, Fred spoke for me.

“So your turn, then?” he asked. “I’ll admit though, I’m not as good a keeper as I am a beater, so you may win this one, too.” I smiled and bit my lip, throwing the quaffle up and catching it in my hands. What happened to ‘you have yet to destroy me’? Fred hovered in front of the goal post and swerved slightly before winking at me and saying, “Give me all you got, Y/N.”

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seungmop · 5 years

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KTH - Timewarped

prompt : ( Taehyung x Reader ) You get lost while exploring the woods with a couple friends, this unknowingly leads to you going back in time and meeting the love of your life. The only problem is that, of course, you can’t stay.

genre : romance , angst , time travel au

word count : 5k

muse insp : Christina Perri - A Thousand Years ( spotify , youtube )

note : if you’ve seen this story before, it’s because it was on my previous blog, jungtookthejams. i’ve moved it to this one because i worked so hard on it.

disclaimer : i did my research for this fic, some of the information is true while some of it is made up for the sake of the plot.

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It was a normal day for you, at first. You woke up in your queen sized bed, rolled around in the soft sheets and comfortable blankets for about an hour, then finally decided to get up and make some breakfast. You ate by yourself, then sat on your couch and watched some Korean dramas.

Just a normal Saturday.

Your friend, Mina, texted you, asking if you wanted to come with her and her boyfriend into the woods for a night. Her boyfriend was into supernatural stuff and the like, so this didn’t surprise you.

Y/N: yeah, whatever. As long as i don’t third wheel the whole damn time

Minass: lmao ok, meet us at the 7/11 at 7pm. We might stay the night

Y/N: wtaf

Minass: u’ll see! It’ll be fun!

Y/N: leave me be, peasant. I’ll be there

Minass: :D

She was really too much sometimes, but you loved her nonetheless. And so, you began to gather some belongings into a small bag to take with you. Your phone, its charger, a few articles of clothing, and your water bottle. With that, you sat back down and waited until it was time for you to get dressed and leave.

* * *

Mina was waving at you from her boyfriend’s car in the parking lot when you arrived. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you walked over to the black vehicle, welcoming yourself to sit in the back seat.

“Hey, Y/N,” The boy in the driver’s seat greeted you, flashing you a small grin in the mirror.

“Hi, Kennah,” You smiled back at him as you fasten your seat belt, getting comfy in the leather seats, “Thanks for letting me come.”

“No problem,” He responded as he began to drive down the road.

“Y/N,” Mina giggled, “How are you?”

“I’m okay,” You murmured, “Glad to have all my projects and essays done for midterms.”

“Ugh,” You friend groaned, “I still have to finish my essay on the Goryeo Dynasty. Can you go over it with me? You’re a history nerd!”

You sighed, “All right, I’ll quiz you on what I know off the top of my head. First of all, what year was the kingdom of Goryeo established?”

“Um,” Mina mumbled, “908 CE?”

Shaking your head, you sighed, “No, no, it was 918 CE. Who established it and was the first king?”

“Oh!” Mina smiled, “I know this one! It’s-”

“Taejo,” Kennah cut her off, smirking, “King Taejo.”

Mina pouted and stuck her tongue out at her boyfriend, making you chuckle, “Correct. Now, Mina, who were Taejo’s three sons?”

“Okay, um, Namjoon, Taehyung, and.. Seokjin?” The girl stuttered, seeming unsure of her answer.

“Yes!” You grinned at her, “Which one of the three was the crown prince, and later went on to become one of the greatest rulers in Korean history?” You smirked internally; it was a trick question.

“The crown prince was Kim Seokjin,” Mina explained, “However, he never became king because he was assassinated before he could, he was age twenty-five at the time. Instead, Kim Namjoon, the second oldest, went on to become king when he was twenty-nine, and he went on to become one of the greatest rulers in Korean history.”

You clapped excitedly as Kennah went to hold Mina’s hand while smiling at her.

“Well done!” You exclaimed happily, “Now what happened to the youngest, Taehyung?”

“Kim Taehyung was more interested in writing and art than politics. The books Professor Choi made me study actually said that he resented being a prince! So he preferred to stay low and work on his art. He was happy, at least, to not be the crown prince. He became a famous artist later in time, but during his own time, he was more of a loner. He still got married, an arranged marriage, but it was said that he wasn’t happy with the marriage and didn’t have kids at all. His art and literature became famous much after his passing.”

“Yes!” You giggled, giving her a high-five, “Who’s the nerd, now?”

“Still you,” She stuck her tongue out at you.

* * *

“All right,” Kennah chuckled, pulling into a section of dirt beside the forest, “We’re here.”

“Wonderful,” You mumbled, “We’ve been in that car forever. Where even are we?”

“Sorta near the border,” Mina responded, getting out of the car with you and Kennah following her, “The Manwoldae Palace, or what’s left of it, isn’t that far from here. Cool, right?”

“What,” You laughed, leaning against the car, “You think the ghosts of the royal family are here?”

“Maybe,” Kennah grinned, looking into the dark forest in front of you all, “Come on, let’s go.

“I regret this already,” You sighed, following the couple into the darkness. But within minutes of stepping foot in the woods, you lost sight of them.

“Hey, guys?” You called out, “Can you come back here? Mina, can I grab your sleeve? I can’t see shit.”

You, however, got no response.

“Guys?” You called out again, gripping your bag in a slight panic, “This isn’t funny!”

Absolute silence greeted you. Beginning to freak out, you pulled out your phone, only to realize that you had no signal. Groaning, you covered your eyes with your hand and sighed.

“Okay,” You mumbled, “If I just turn and go back the other way, I’ll get to the car and I can wait for them there.”

So, you set off the way you came, using your fully-charged phone (you’d kept it on the charger in the car) as a flashlight to guide your way out of the condensed, dark forest. Swiping branches out of your way, plants nipping your legs bare legs (you only wore a plain black shirt and combat shorts with a pair of boots), and getting smacked in the face by several leaves, you attempted to navigate yourself back to the car. After minutes of walking, you became uneasy as the trees seemed to become endless. Shouldn’t you be back at the car by now?

Suddenly, a thick fog rolled into your vision, making it even harder to see. Was it even supposed to be foggy tonight? Hell if you knew.

Squinting your eyes as an attempt to see through the mist, you staggered forward, when your foot caught on something and you were sent tumbling down onto the hard ground. Groaning in pain, you lifted your head and used your hand to blindly search for your phone. The second your fingertips touched the cool plastic of your mint coloured phone case, you took hold of it and used a nearby tree truck to pull yourself up and balance yourself on.

Huffing, you turned your focus back ahead of you and continued trekking, the light from the flashlight on your phone illuminating your path. Or, the fog in your path. The light was useless now, but better than walking in the pitch black dark. You continued to walk, silently cursing Mina for dragging you into this mess until something odd came into your scrutiny.

Was that a.. palace? An ancient Korean style palace?

There was no way, the remains of the ancient Goryeo palace may have been near where you and your friends decided to explore, but no one has built a recreation of the palace, especially not near the original location.

Deciding to shrug it off – who cared? Where there’s any type of palace, there are probably people who can get you out of here – you continued walking through the woods to get to the large structure. Around it were torches; real, on-fire torches. You had to give it to the reenactors, they went all out to make sure it was olden-like.

You turned off your phone’s light and stuck it back in your bag as you approached, there were two men dressed as ancient guards standing in front of the palace gates. One saw you walking towards them and seemed to do a double take before pointing the tip of his spear at your throat as you were about to speak, blood almost trickling down your throat.

The other guard glared harshly at your pathetic figure, “Halt. State your name and business, why are you at the Manwoldae Palace at this ungodly hour?”

Eyes slightly wide, you took in their appearance and words. The Manwoldae Palace was destroyed sometime in the fourteenth century, it was burned to the ground and there was no recreation of it as far as you knew. What were these men talking about?

You gulped, “Um, my friends and I were going to explore the woods a little, but I ended up getting lost. Our car shouldn’t be far from here-”

“What is this ‘car’ you speak of, outsider? Why are you at the palace gates? Do you wish to do harm to the royal family of Goryeo?” The guard with the spear to your throat pressed, shoving the sharp tip further into your skin.

“N- No!” You squeaked, “I- I am simply lost.”

“Lost?” The other guard narrowed his eyes, “Where are you from?”

“Seoul,” You said in response, “I came from Seoul.”

“There is no such place!” The first guard hissed, “I shall kill you.”

“P- Please,” You stuttered in fear, your eyes wide, “Please don’t hurt me!”

Before anything else could happen, a smooth, deep voice punctured the air, “That’s enough, men. I shall deal with the girl.”

You looked behind the guard to see a tall man, his attire obviously royal-like. He looked down at you with a soft smile.

“Yes, your Majesty,” Both guards responded, going back to their original posts. The princely figure made his way in front of you and gently took your hand, pressing a kiss to it, “Good evening, my lady. I am Prince Namjoon of the Goryeo region, under King Taejo’s rule.”

You blinked, your mind hazy. He looked exactly like the artwork done of Prince Namjoon. Was this some type of fucked up dream? Did you pass out in the forest?

He let go of your hand and slid it up to your shoulder, gently guiding you in front of him into the palace. You decided to play along, still not sure what was going on.

“I am L/N Y/N, your Majesty. I am sorry for intruding on your palace so late at night-”

“No worries, Ms Y/N. You are lost, yes? We will make sure you get home safely. Where are you from?” He coolly responded, smiling as you looked in awe around the palace.

Holy hell, you thought, the detail! They got every little intricate detail down about the palace’s structure and decor.

The gold, the candles and torches, the velvet carpets; they had it all.

“Seoul,” You mumbled, still dazed.

“Seoul? I have never heard of such a place.”

Whipping your head to look at him, your eyebrows furrowed, “It’s the capital city of South Korea.”

“South Korea? Where is that, exactly?” He seemed genuinely confused, his expression similar to yours.

“Here!” You had the urge to yell, however you swallowed that urge and licked your lips nervously, “It is far from here. I wish to not go back, I fled to escape my cruel family. If you allow me temporary hospitality, I will repay you with whatever I can get my hands on upon leaving to support myself on my own.”

“I see,” The prince nodded, seemingly deep in thought, “I will let my family know of your presence. For now, I shall lead you to a room to stay and.. Change,” He glanced down at your outfit, making you bite your tongue from shooting a snarky remark in response, instead looking down with an embarrassed blush on your face with a nod.

* * *

You sat on the large, plush bed and stared at your hands. What was happening? Were you really in the tenth century?

Were you ever going to see your friends and family again?

You sighed and slid your hands down your face, biting your lip. This was all too much to take in. Maybe if you sleep, you’ll wake up tomorrow in the woods. Or better, in the car.

Looking over at the nightgown on the dresser, you nodded, making a mental decision, and stood up to slip into it.

* * *

You never did get any sleep that night.

Now, it was a week later, and you sat in the private garden with the youngest prince, Taehyung, listening as he rambled about brush strokes.

“For outlines of things or thicker areas of colour, you use thicker, more bold strokes. Then, for detail, you use a smaller, thinner brush for lines of the same..”

You never thought the loneliest prince was so outgoing and a conversationalist. He was so fun to be around, by far your favourite of the three, and he was bubbly and cute. He didn’t seem like the type to be a prince, nevermind the prince of Goryeo!

Of all your studies of Goryeo, you never imagined it would be this beautiful and wonderful. The doctrines, recreations, and artwork really did the era no justice.

“Y/N? Are you even listening to me?”

You jumped out of your thoughts to turn your head to Taehyung with a sheepish smile, “No, I’m sorry.”

He sighed and chuckled at you, “Always in your own little world. I’m glad my father allowed you to stay with us. You’re different from other women.”

“Oh?” You mumbled, looking down a bit. He hummed and nodded, “Yeah. You’re more straight-forward and easier to talk to. It’s like you don’t care about gender, that just because I’m a man doesn’t mean we can’t sit and have a conversation. Especially despite my status.”

You bit your tongue from making a remark about how people are equal despite gender and that everyone’s human, that no one shouldn’t be able to not have a conversation with someone else because of their gender or status-

“I like having you around.”

Your head snapped up to look at the prince, who was grinning down at you, “You’re not uptight like my brothers or any others from my family. I feel like I actually have a friend.”

You gave him a soft smile and gently set your hand on his arm, “I’m so glad you think so. I think of you as a friend as well, I’m grateful to have you during this hectic time in my life,” You sighed.

The young man hummed, “What is your story? Namjoon didn’t tell me much.”

Sliding your small hand down his arm to set it back down on the stone bench the two of you were seated on, you sighed. Of course, you couldn’t tell him the truth – or could you?

No, not now. Maybe later on, if you stay long enough. Then again, it’s not like you knew anything about time travel to leave anytime soon anyway.

“I am the daughter of a nobleman. He had lots of riches, but he was cruel. Behind closed doors, he beat my mother and I. So, I took my mother and we ran. My mother died during our journey, but I didn’t stop. I stumbled upon your palace and a guard almost killed me, but Prince Namjoon came along and took me in before I could be killed.”

Taeyhung’s eyes were slightly wide, “I see. How awful... I’m sorry that happened to you.”

You gave him a pained smile, “No worries. What happened, happened; it cannot be undone.”

“That is true. Let’s change the subject, yeah? I’m of my twenty-first year, and you?”

It took you a second to realize that he was asking for your age. But once knowing that he was twenty-one, you also immediately calculated the year you were currently stuck in.

Taejo was born in 877, and founded Goryeo in 918, making him thirty-one years of age when he did so. He had his first son, Seokjin, when he was twenty-eight, and Namjoon when he was thirty. Then he had his youngest, Taehyung, when he was thirty-one. That meant that the current year was 939 CE. You bit your lip upon remembering that Taejo of Goryeo died in 943 at age sixty-six, and Kim Seokjin died in 940 at age twenty-five.

All the more reason not to get attached to anyone of the royal family, or anyone of this time. You were going to have to go home eventually.

“I am of my twentieth year,” You murmured.

* * *

You’ve been in Goryeo for a month now. You smoothed out your dress as you greeted Prince Taehyung at a bridge near the palace.

The youngest prince and yourself had grown very close in your time here. You didn’t like to think about it. Especially now that you were catching feelings for him.

“Y/N!” He called, a large smile on his face as he gently set his hands on your arms, “How are you? I just finished an inscription I’d love for you to read over for me!”

Taeyhung wanted to be an artist and a scribe. You saw that the doctrines and biographies of the prince that you’d read did not lie – this was truly his passion.

“I am well, Taehyung, and I’d love to read over your writing. I’m sure it’s just as amazing and beautiful as the last one I read.”

“You flatter me,” He giggled, taking your hand, “Come, I wish to show you something!”

You laughed as he tugged you along, blushing lightly from the contact.

He lead you to the stables, where he let go of your hand and held the reins of a horse instead. The majestic creature had been saddled and ready to go – he must’ve prepared this.

He grinned at you and you gave him a nervous smile in return. Namjoon had attempted to take you on a horse ride a couple weeks ago, and it did not end well. You had to scrub mud out of your hair for fifteen minutes straight.

Taehyung took you by your waist and lugged you on the horse, making you squeak and hold onto the saddle for dear life. He laughed at your uneasiness and hopped on behind you, taking the reins in his hands and gently willing the horse to begin walking forward.

“You’re cute,” The prince muttered, looking down to give you a cheeky smile.

You blushed lightly and puffed your cheeks, “Did Namjoon tell you what happened last time I was on a horse?”

“Yes,” He answered coolly, “And Namjoon can’t ride a horse to save his life. He’s very clumsy, the last person I’d trust to take me horse riding. Relax, I’ve got you.”

You sighed and nodded, leaning back into Taehyung’s chest and watching the scenery as the two of you rode down a path. The silence was not awkward, but comfortable. You felt the young man set his chin atop your head at a point in the ride, and smiled to yourself.

You were enjoying this too much.

Your smile turned bitter.

* * *

Three weeks later, you found yourself in the royal library, looking in the ancient books for anything that could help you get home.

You were starting to fall in love with this place, and you couldn’t allow yourself to do that. You had a family back home, and it would be wrong to leave them. It would be even more wrong to possibly alter history further than you already have.

Your biggest problem, one that you had to face, was that you’d fallen in love with Prince Taehyung.

While flipping through the pages of the olden literature, you found an old legend; a natural phenomenon that seemed to cause something not-so-natural.

It was said that the sun became too powerful for eyes to bear, causing anyone who looked right at it to go blind or have severe sight problems. It happened once in a blue moon, and once, during this strange occurrence, a woman dissipated into thin air while standing on a bridge. The very bridge you met the prince on a few weeks ago.

It didn’t take you long to figure out what this was; a solar eclipse. A partial solar eclipse.

Instead of the area getting dimmer, which it does in the slightest, the sun seems to become more powerful as staring into it can burn your retina and/or your cornea.

If you remembered correctly, this happened over Goryeo on the seventeenth of September in 939.

That was in two days.

Suddenly, you knew; this was most likely your way home.

* * *

Later that night, you called for Prince Taehyung to join you in your room. You paced back and forth until a soft knock rang out, causing you to take a deep breath before opening the door. There stood the prince in all his glory, his face seeming worried.

“Are you all right?” He asked frantically, looking at your appearance.

“Yes,” You responded, biting your lip, “Come in.”

You closed the door behind him when he walked inside and sighed, facing him, “I’ve been lying.”

“W- What?” He croaked, his eyes wide.

“I am not from a place far away. Well, I am but... I am not from this time, Taehyung. The city of Seoul is not that far from where this palace stands, but it is more than one thousand years in the future.” You explained, searching his eyes for any signs of hostility.

“Are you saying you’re from the future? Y/N, did you hit your head or something? Shall I take you to a doctor?” He moved to hold your hands, still worried.

“No, Taehyung. Here, I- I can prove it,” You pulled away from him to fish out your bag and old clothes from where you stashed them all that time ago under the bed, lying them on top of the mattress.

“That clothing, and that bag. They are not from this time. Have you ever seen anything like them?”

“I-” The prince stammered, shaking his head, “No, but it could be from another country. Not the future.”

You huffed and opened the bag, taking out the contents: more clothing from your time, your bright pink water bottle, your phone, and its charger.

“What are those?” Taehyung asked, leaning over them.

You took your phone and powered it on, causing the man to jump in place as he watched the Apple logo appear on the screen.

“This,” You said, “Is technology. It’s called a phone, specifically an iPhone. That rubber-like chord, there, gives it power. See? Tell me this isn’t futuristic.”

The ancient prince blinked, watching as the device powered on, “I.. cannot give any other explanation. I suppose it would also explain why you suddenly showed up at the palace... I believe you,” He turned his gaze to meet your eyes making you smile.

You set the phone down and gingerly wrapped the man in a hug, which he returned enthusiastically.

“Taehyung,” You mumbled into his chest, “I have to go home soon. I have to leave.”

He let go and held you by your shoulder, pushing you back only slightly, “Soon? H- How soon?”

“Two days,” You mumbled, looking down.

Taehyung’s face crumbled as he stared at you with pained eyes. He took his hands off of you and reached into the pocket of his silk robes, “I.. wanted to give you something. I was saving it for.. A little later on, but now I want our time left together to last.”

You snapped your scrutiny up at him, “What.. What is it?”

He fished something out of his pocket and held a ring between his fingertips, it was covered in emeralds, rubies, and other rare jewels. Your eyes widened as he smiled shyly, “This belonged to my mother. She told me to give it to the one I wished to marry. I want to marry you, Y/N.”

You blinked, attempting to register the situation. Of course, in this time, there wasn’t really courting; it was marriage. Usually arranged marriages, like the one Taehyung was supposed to get later in life.

“I’ve grown to be attached to you... And I want- wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. But now, I want you to accept the ring, not to marry me, but to take it back with you and... Remember me.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you nodded, stepping closer to him once again, “I’ve developed romantic feelings for you as well. I tried to push them away because of course, my departure is inevitable but I just.. Can’t.”

Taehyung stepped closer to you as well, so that your chests were touching, and gently slipped the ring on your finger while searching your eyes with his, “I’ll never forget you, okay? None of us will.”

“I’ll never forget you all either,” You sniffled, tears beginning to fall.

The prince gently shushed you, wiping your tears before cupping your face and planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You were going to miss him. You were going to miss Goryeo.

This was going to be harder than you imagined.

* * *

After looking into the books a bit more, you discovered the exact time and place you had to be to leave for good. And so, at high noon, you changed back into the clothes you arrived in and snuck out of the palace, knowing that anyone who saw you would order you to change immediately.

You let the king know the night before that you would be making your departure. You thanked him for the longer-than-planned hospitality and quickly scurried away, intimidated by the founder of Goryeo.

You asked Taehyung to meet you at the bridge before you had to leave, and as you arrived and saw no sign of him, you sighed. You couldn’t wait; it was now or never.

You stepped in the middle of the bridge and looked at the partial eclipse, the bright sun hurting your eyes. You watched as your fingertips began to disappear and bits of solar light surrounded your body.

This was it.

Suddenly, you heard a loud, deep voice call your name. An all too familiar voice.

Whipping your head in the direction of said voice, your eyes widened upon seeing your love running towards you, tears in his eyes.

“Taehyung,” You mumbled as he hugged you, careful not to knock you out of the spot you had to be in to leave. He sobbed on your shoulder, you would’ve run your hands through his hair, but they, along with your arms, were disappearing.

“I don’t want you to leave. Please... Don’t leave me.”

“I have to,” You cooed, “I’m sorry.”

He released you from his death grip, watching as you dissipated before his very eyes.

“No,” He whimpered, capturing your lips in a needy, passionate kiss.

He let out another sob as he pulled away, watching as your crying figure continued to fade.

“I love you,” The prince whispered, watching you with helpless eyes.

“I love you too,” You gave him a soft smile through the tears.

And then, you were gone.

* * *

It’s been a year since you travelled to the time of the Goryeo Dynasty. You wrote a very successful book titled Through Time, There Was You. You’re currently at a signing event which includes a Q & A session, which is taking place right now.

“Ms L/N! Was there an inspiration for this book?” A woman asks.

You smile brightly and hold the microphone to your lips, “Yes, in fact, there was. A personal experience, followed by the painting done by Kim Taehyung of the Goryeo Dynasty. His most famous piece, of a maiden disappearing while standing on a bridge, surrounded by lights. The one titled ‘Her,’” You play with the jewelled ring on your finger as you wait for the next question, twisting it and running your opposite thumb over the emeralds.

A middle-aged man asks the next question, “You mention the Goryeo Dynasty a lot in Through Time, There Was You. Do you have a connection to it?”

“Ah,” You hum, thinking, “Not directly, no. But I have always been fascinated with it and any of my friends can tell you that I’ve always been a history nerd, especially when it comes to Goryeo. You could even say I went there once,” You grin cheekily.

“Okay,” The manager of the event says loudly, “We have time for one last question. You, young man with the blue jacket in the back.”

Said man makes his way to the front with a microphone in hand. Upon seeing him, you furrow your brows a bit. He looks awfully familiar, if only you could place it...

He has dyed dark brown hair that’s a bit long, like a mullet. Smooth, tan skin, and even lips that curl into a boxy smile. He’s wearing ripped jeans with a silk dress shirt, black Gucci shoes, and a blue Gucci jacket. You’ll hand it to him, he has style.

When his teary eyes meet yours and his voice rings throughout the library, your eyes go wide and you almost drop your own microphone as tears well in your eyes as well.

“Do you believe in reincarnation?”

You bite your lip as the two of you gaze at each other for a few seconds. You know then; it’s Taeyhung.

You then break out into a huge, dumb smile, and bring the microphone back to your lips, “I do now.”

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snowpeawritings · 7 years

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3. New World... And A Bear?

Philemon seems to enjoy seeing his Wild Cards live on with their lives…

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Persona 4 Golden X FeMC!Reader

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Afternoon...

"Hey, have you guys heard of the Midnight Channel?" Chie asked as you shook your head no.

"You still believe in that fairy tale? I thought you were mature." Yosuke chuckled slightly making Chie pout.

"I am mature!" She looked at you. "(Name), do you believe in the Midnight Channel?"

You shook your head. "I don't even know what it is."

"They say that if you stare into a turned-off TV when its raining, a person appears on the screen and whoever it is is your soul mate!" Yosuke shook his head.

"What kind of off-based rumor is that? You seriously need to get your head out of the clouds."

"Well why don't you try it for yourself? Then we'll see who's mature." She turned to you. "You'll try it too right?"

"I guess." You shrugged.

Evening...

You sat on your sofa in your room. It was raining outside, the raindrops were the only source of sound besides the occasional clap of thunder. The turned-off TV stood across you. It reflected your reflection, almost, making your doubt if the strange rumor heighten. You sighed, embarrassed by believing such a wive's tail.

However when it ticked midnight, your doubt was gone.

The screen glowed a static yellow. You were sure you turned-off the TV-the plug that was sprawled on the floor proves that. You could make out a figure in the screen. It was a girl, wearing the Yaso High uniform. It looked like she was in pain.

'I am thou,' Your head started throbbing as a voice called out. 'Thou art I.' You clutched your head in pain as thunder cackled. The pain was unbearable, almost deadly. You didn't know if you inhaled something bad to do something like this. Suddenly the pain started to numb as you looked at the still static screen. You didn't know but... something was pulling you to it. You tapped the screen softly but instead of a tapping sound, a sharp ping was heard together with white ripples where you touched. You decided to go further. You plunged your hand in the screen. It felt like you were touching water except it wasn't wet. Suddenly you were pulled inside, leaving your lower body out side the screen.

You struggled to pull yourself out. Inside you saw nothing but fog. It reminded you of your dream last time. Finally pulling yourself out, you landed on your behind, making the back of your head hit the coffee table hard. You hissed in pain as you clutched where it hurts. Suddenly someone knocked on your door.

"Are you okay?" Came Nanako's voice.

"Yes. I am." You yelled through the door. You then her footsteps slowly going away until she was in her room. You stared at your hand. Did that just... really happened? Next morning...

"So, did you see it?" Chie asked.

"Uh, well..." Yosuke trailed off. "I don't know. I can't tell who it was." He looked at you. "What about you (Name)-san? Did you see it?" You nodded and told them what you saw.

"That's weird. I saw the same thing." Chie said. "Wait does that mean my soul mate's a girl?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we saw the same person. She looked like she was wearing our uniform." Yosuke added. "She looked like she was writhing in pain. I wonder what's happening to her?"

You also told them what happened last night. What happened inside the TV and the weird voice. After that, they looked at you, confused.

"I can understand the voices, but going inside the TV? Are you sure you weren't dreaming?" Yosuke asked. You nodded.

"I did went inside the TV." You said.

"Well, it is kinda funny though. Cause your TV is so small and only your top half went through." Chie giggled. You were embarrassed to envision it.

"Well if you want larger TVs. We got a sale today on Junes. We'll see if what you're saying is real." All of you nodded as you waited for school to end.

After school...

All of you were at the electronics department in Junes where Yosuke led you to many large-screen TVs. Each of them having varied prices. The three of you stood in-front of the largest one. One that could fit probably three people. Chie and Yosuke glued their hands on the screen but it didn't go through.

"Well that proves it then." Yosuke said. "While we're here, why don't you look over the other TVs we have for sale?" He asked Chie. She looked at the many price tags on the TVs. She gawked.

"Whaaat?! That's way too many zeros! This isn't fair!" They continued to talk about the discount prices as you looked at the screen in-front of you. You were sure you went inside the TV last night, so why didn't it work on Chie and Yosuke?

Deciding to try this for yourself, you placed your hand on the screen and, just like last night, it went through.

"What do you think (Name)... Huh?!" Chie gasped as she saw the state of your hand. Yosuke followed her gaze.

"What the-!" They ran towards you, still shocked of the scene before them.

"Wh-how did you do that?!" Chie asked.

"That must be some trick! You gotta teach me that!" Yosuke said. You feel nothing as you moved your hand around, sending ripples every once in a while.

"I'm going in." You said, not caring about their protests. Also like last night, your upper body entered the screen.

"Whoa what? Don't do that!" Chie exclaimed. You ignored her and looked around. All you could see is empty space...

>You told them that.

"What do you mean empty space?" Chie asked. Yosuke freaked out.

"Oh man, I seriously need to take a piss!" You heard them freak out until the wind was knocked out of you as all three of you went inside the TV...

All three of you landed in a loud thump! as you regained your eyesight.

"Ow... I think I cracked my wallet." Yosuke mumbled, rubbing his behind. You stood up and looked around. The same fog in your dream enveloped the area.

"Where-where are we?" Chie said, looking around. All of you seemed to be inside a studio however with no cameras. The stage lights didn't work to light the fog. The floor was eerie, having outlines of corpses drawn together on a bullseye.

"Is this-part of Junes?"

"Hell no! But-what kind of a place is this? Some kind of filming studio?" Chie gasped.

"Guys... I don't see a way out!" True enough you all looked around and find no means of escaping even the way you came through.

"How do we get out of here?!" Yosuke asked Chie.

"I don't know! Why are you asking me for?"

"Guys," You said sternly, "we need to calm down. We can't fight right now." They calmed down a bit.

"Yeah, there's no point fighting right now." Yosuke said.

"Y-you're right. We should try to find a way out of this place." Chie said shakily. You sighed in relief that you managed to calm them down, at least, just a little. "Now, we should try to search around the place." You said. Chie and Yosuke nodded as you three wandered around the sea of dense fog.

After a while of walking, you all walked in what seems to be an apartment complex. The whole sky was patterned with red and black as the outside seemed like black mounds. The doorway leading to the apartment was rippled with black and red too.

"Hey guys...? Don't you think the fog is too dense here?" Chie said, feeling lightheaded.

"Now that you mention it. I feel really dizzy. What about you (Name)?" Yosuke said, turning to you. You didn't hear him, for you were studying the whole place. The world just had that vibe that reminded you of your dream that made you quiver.

Yosuke took notice. "Hey, are you okay?" You blinked, unsure.

"Lets just keep moving." You said. You all entered the black and red door and find yourselves in a room.

"Good, the fog doesn't seem to be thick here." Yosuke said. He grabbed his phone from his pocket. "Dammit no signal." He muttered under his breath as he pocketed it again. Chie finally caught up with you.

"Hey guys... Wait up-" She stopped, horror clearly written on her face. "Wh-what the-!"

You followed her gaze and you were surprised that you didn't even notice it. Posters of a defaced woman scattered the room together with yellow, white, and red paint (hopefully) splatters. Yosuke drifted his gaze to a chair in the middle of the room with a noose above it.

"This chair and rope... This definitely doesn't make a good combination."

"Guys... I wanna go home..." Chie muttered. You on the other hand weren't mortified like Yosuke or scared like Chie. You were probably just curious.

"Oh crap!" Yosuke whined.

"What!? What is it?!" Chie exclaimed.

"I've forgotten to go before we left!" He groaned. "I really need to piss!" He went to a wall opposite of you.

"Your gonna do your business right here?!" Chie groaned. "Gross! (Name)! Lets get out of here. We can leave Yosuke to his business." You obliged, following Chie out of the room.

"Hey guys! Wait for me!" Yosuke zipped up his pants as he caught up with you.

After a while, all of you were at the strange studio again. You were beginning to doubt that there really is a way out.

"Are we... Gonna be stuck here forever?" Chie asked grimly.

"Don't talk like that. You're making me feel like there really IS no way out." Yosuke said, shaking his head. You checked your surroundings once again. You really can't see through this stupid fog. Suddenly your ears heard something like... Squeaking?

"Wh-what's that?!" Chie exclaimed. You and Yosuke looked at her direction and saw a silhouette of... something. When it came closer, you realized 'it' was the one making those squeaking sounds for every step it takes. It was like a stuffed animal, having blue fur and wearing red and white jumpsuit-like clothing.

"What is this thing? A bear? A monkey?" Chie said, looking at the animal.

"You guys shouldn't be here." It said, covering its ears.

"Whoa! It talks too!"

"How did you get in here? Its too dangerous. The Shadows could attack any minute!"

"Wait, what?" Yosuke asked, confused. "Just what are you and what is this place?" The animal whimpered.

"There getting closer! No time to explain." Suddenly a stack of retro TVs appeared in a puff of smoke.

"When did that get in here?!" Chie exclaimed.

"Get out before they come closer!" The animal pushed us to the TVs. It was like being sucked inside the Junes TV again. Only this time the TV was the size of your own.

All of you were sprawled on the floor of the Junes electronics department. The ripples on the TV faded until blank.

"We-we're back?" Chie said. Suddenly an announcement came, signaling that its almost nighttime.

"Whoa, its this late already? We've been in there for a long time." Yosuke said.

"That's right..." Yosuke said. "Now I remember where I saw that poster. Look over there! That's the poster we saw!"

"What's up now?" Chie asked.

He pointed towards a cardboard cut-out of that enka singer that showed on that news report some time ago.

"Hey, you're right, they're the same. I couldn't tell before without the face, but it was Misuzu Hiiragi..." Chie said. "She's been all over the news lately. Something about... her husband having an affair with that announcer lady who died the other day."

"Hey, so does that mean...?" Yosuke started. "That weird room we saw... Could it be related to that Yamano lady's death...? Now that I think about it... there was that creepy noose hanging from the ceiling..." He shook his head and groaned. "Stop! No more! We gotta stop talking about this. I'm gonna wipe what happened today from my brain. I don't think my poor heart can take anymore." Chie slummed down a bit.

"I'm feeling a chill too..." She muttered. "Let's go home... I wanna lie down and rest."

Evening...

You went back home and saw Dojima and Nanako sitting down with ramen bowls in-front of them.

"Hey, welcome home." Dojima greeted. You took a seat, feeling every inch of your muscle was like jelly.

"Uh--Hmm..." He started. "Well, I doubt you'd know... But have you heard anything about a student named Saki Konishi?"

"She wasn't at school today." You said.

"Oh. I see..." He let out a deep sigh. "To be honest... we got a call from her family. She's disappeared. We've got people looking for her, but she hasn't been found yet..." Yous sunk this news inside. Somehow, you have this feeling that Saki might be related to what happened inside the TV.

Dojima let out another sigh. "Work just keeps piling up..." Instead of pushing the matter forward, he directed his attention to the news.

"And now, more on the case still casting a shadow over the foggy town of Inaba. Not long ago, television announcer Mayumi Yamano was found dead in the small town." He showed a picture of the announcer. "Up until now, her whereabouts prior to her death had been unknown. But the police investigation has found that she had been staying in the region's famous Amagi inn."

You furrowed your eyebrows. That's where Yukiko's family runs.

"She had apparently been staying there alone. Perhaps she was taking a vacation to recover from her ordeal...?" Suddenly a commentator appeared on the screen, the background showing the Amagi inn.

"Oh yes, the Amagi inn! Their hot springs are first-rate. The manager's teenage daughter also works there, and it's rumored that she'll take over the inn this spring. If that happens, she'll be one of the youngest managers on record! I should book another trip there!"

"Uh... I-I see... Moving along, it's time for the weather report." The announcer said. "The rain has begun to subside. From now until morning, heavy fog warnings will be in effect in the Inaba region. Visibility will be severely reduced, so please be careful if you plan on driving in the area..." As the news continued on, you thought back to Yamano's death. Just before she died, she was staying in the Amagi inn, run by Yukiko's family. And it seems the whereabouts of Saki Konishi, who discovered the body, are unknown.

"Is the ramen ready now?" Nanako asked.

"Give it some more time." Dojima said. You didn't care if they forgotten to make you ramen. You were too tired to eat. Suddenly you sneezed, feeling a slight chill.

"Are you sick? You're probably still adjusting to the new environment." He turned to Nanako. "Nanako, could you get him some cold medicine?" She nodded as she ran towards the kitchen.

"You should get to bed after you take it." He said to you. You nodded. You gratefully took the medicine and trudged upstairs to your room, sleeping instantly.

#start of a new fool #yosuke hanamura x reader #kanji tatsumi x reader #teddie x reader #kuma x reader #persona 4

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Playing with Ice (2)

Jungkook x Reader

Chapter: 1, 2, 3

Genre: fluff/angst/smut later?? Word Count: 1.9k Description: You strike a deal that hockey player Jungkook can’t say no to. Insp by this tbh.

A/N: Hi! Thank you for reading the first chapter and I finally got the next one. I hope you enjoy it! Take a look at this performance that kinda inspired it all (maybe at the end so it won’t spoil anything ^u^) tbh I’m having my week of hell at work coming up so the next part won’t be out anytime soon ;o;

Jungkook had been figure skating ever since he was a small child. His mom would take him to the exact rink he practiced hockey in now. The only person so far to know that he figure skated was the skating rink manager, him, and now you. So when it came to pulling some strings and being let in before anyone else, he didn’t have any troubles. “So umm, how exactly did you get us in early?” “Did I say you can ask questions?” he retorted to which you frowned at. He wasn’t out right rude like the other boys on his team but he wasn’t exactly personable either. “You know, you could at least talk a little more to your partner…” “Yes, the partner that is blackmailing me to be her partner. Yes, I will totally be kind and cordial to you from now on.” His voice was smeared with sarcasm and the smirk plastered on his face didn’t make it any better.

Jungkook fiddled with the ring of keys he pulled out of his backpack and unlocked the doors to the skating rink. “Are you sure we should be doing this?” you questioned him. There was no one there except for you and him, the halls dead silent and still veiled by the early morning darkness. Jungkook didn’t answer you and just flipped on the main power switch, filling the whole rink with light. He sat down on one of the benches and pulled out an old pair of black skates that were more streamlined than his usual hockey skates. So he does actually figure skate, you thought silently to yourself. Even while lacing his skates he noticed you staring. “So I assume you are blackmailing me more than to just ogle at my good looks?” he teased. “Psh. In your dreams Jeon.” “Ok that what is your plan?” he finished the last knot, turning his eyes back to you questioningly.

This was a first. You would normally come up with your own routine if it was a solo performance, but your ideas fell to the side the last time you had a partner. “Uhhh…” you stood there like a dope who hadn’t a clue what ice skating was. Jungkook gave you a pitiful shake of his head and sighed. He was a person for detailed plans that were meticulously thought out to the very last move all thanks to years of hockey. There was always a plan A, B, C, and D. So realizing that he was stuck doing something he didn’t want anyone to know with someone without a single clue bugged him to no end. “Ok do you want quads? What move set up do you want? Is there a specific theme you’re going for?” He started listing a million things off his head that only confused you more. You, the exact opposite of Jungkook, did things rather haphazardly and on the spur of the moment. If it looked good, you would fit it into the routine without a thought.

“Oh. My. God. Let’s just skate first and see how it goes, can we?” but you jerked him up off the bench before he could answer, pulling him onto the ice. All he could do was mumble a small ‘fine’ under his breath. You didn’t really know what to do with an extra body skating along with you and opted to hold his hand sheepishly while skating around the rink. It was rather silly going around in circles and Jungkook’s impatience got the better of him after doing way too many pointless rounds that he finally pulled you into the center of the ice. “Look, I’m only doing this for the sake of my dignity” he placed his hand on your waist and you automatically grabbed onto his shoulder. With his other hand holding yours, he guided both of you “but we gotta start somewhere.”

Skating as two people was a foreign experience and one you still weren’t comfortable with yet. It called for you to not only be confident in yourself but also put trust into the person you’re skating with, neither of which you felt. Jungkook sensed this from the way you tensed up with a single touch. His movements never faltered though, continuing to spin you around and skating with you from different angles. He guided you from behind, hands gently perched on your hips while your own arms were outstretched. He pulled you in too close for comfort, your nose touching his broad chest for a second before spinning you away from him. Jungkook bent you back in his arms, swung you in circles from your hands, carefully playing with how your body worked to familiarize himself with it. All the while whispering encouragements whenever you kept in sync or did a move particularly well. His stone hard expression that was practically carved into his face earlier had smoothed out. His eyes were serene yet still full of attention that was all on you. There was a moment you swore he smiled, just a little turn of the corners of his lips.

His attentiveness to your own sensitivity brought a comfort that made you forget time existed. The only things that existed was the grating sounds of the ice beneath your feet and the heavy breaths between you and Jungkook. You guys had skated an hour without any breaks before stopping to catch a breath. You chuckled at how exhausted Jungkook was himself from just skating. He would play hockey looking like he hadn’t broken a drop of sweat but here he was hunched over in front of you, sweat dripping down his neck and gasping ruggedly for air. It was a sight you had to take your eyes away from to quell the dangerous fluttering in your heart.

“What are you laughing at?” He smiled tiredly

“Nothing, just thought we earned this break.”

His wide eyes caught onto the end of your sentence like he had a eureka moment. “____! That’s it!” His enthusiasm startled you and you quirked your brow. Jungkook mustered up the rest of his strength to skate towards you and place his hands heavily on your shoulders, almost knocking you off balance. “What the hell Jungkook.” “Our song. Let’s skate to Earned It!”

If it weren’t for the rare excitement in his eyes you would’ve dropped everything and left, face flushed from not just skating. You’ve seen one of these rare moments before where his eyes were wild with fire while his hands whirled around in crazy motions. He was making a meme face at his other team members to make them laugh and you had to blink twice to make sure that was actually the serious Jungkook everyone knew.

You shook your head and playfully pushed him off of you. Doing such an intimate song and by The Weekend nonetheless was a feat you couldn’t imagine, but Jungkook had other ideas. “Come on, the routine doesn’t have to be hard. We don’t have to do a lot of flips or jumps, I can handle all the extravagant moves. I can lift you a couple times and add in the moves we did earlier. It’ll be a great piece!” The more he talked about it the more you were starting to fall into his delirious plan. He was right about not doing challenging moves, but the part where he wanted to use your body as juggling balls didn’t sit too well. “I’ve pushed the whole hockey team off my ass before, I think I can balance you with one hand.” His cockiness came out as endearing and a light giggle fell from your lips. “Think I’m kidding?”

Jungkook took you into his arms and stared at you for the greenlight. You teasingly rolled your eyes and nodded but his strength was still abrupt, making you squeak as he lifted you up with both hands above his head. He spun around gently, letting the air of the momentum swirl your hair. An accomplished look was plastered on his face as soon as he let you down, with great care.

“Okay we can skate to Earned It.”

It was hard not to give into every one of Jungkook’s ideas. He’d always ask for your opinion and reiterate that you could always add your own ideas when they came up, but he ended up choreographing most of the routine anyways. Time was flashing by, slipping between your fingers with every minute you spent with Jungkook in the early November mornings. Your body, ironically, never favored the cold even after spending a huge amount of your life on ice. But cold was never a problem when you were with Jungkook. His jokes and silly antics warmed the blood under your skin and the times where you were both close enough to breathe each other’s breath got your capillaries bursting. However, each time his harsh words from the first day this started echoed in your head. Once this performance is over, we never speak of this again. We go back to not knowing each other. You’d end up pushing your frivolous thoughts away to focus on the routine instead.

Jungkook on the other hand, grew more at ease to the point that he found he was enjoying himself for once on the ice. Everything had been about winning and it had been a while that he skated just for the heck of it. Just to make art. He started to wake up, eager for the next practice with you and by the end of the first week the routine was pretty much set. There were a couple more technicalities to work on, but nothing that couldn’t be fixed.

It was one morning after a rather near perfect practice that Jungkook decided to announce something that had been gnawing in his chest. “Hey, can we talk?” For some reason you dreaded those words that meant something different for you than it did for him. “We have a huge match coming up, it’s the day before your…our performance. I have to focus with the team two days before that so I can’t really meet up with you those days.”

You let out a sigh of relief that was quickly hidden by a pretend cough. “Yeah, Kook, that’s fine.” He smiled fondly at your nickname for him. “There’s…There’s something else. I was hoping you could come see the game. I mean, if you had free time.” This shy part of Jungkook was probably the most adorable side you’ve seen of him and it took all your will power not to scream Y-E-S in his face. The way his gaze shifted to the floor and even the nervous twiddling of his fingers. Practice was over but your heart was still racing a mile a minute after having rested.

After wrapping everything up, Jungkook led the two of you out and locked the doors to the building. It became habit for him to walk you to the bus stop every morning, though you reassured him that it wasn’t necessary, he still waited to see you get on the bus. It was a sweet gesture that made the very tips of your toes tingle. It was in a moment of silence, unforgiving wind nipping the tip of your nose, that you had a thought. A simple question, really.

“Jungkook? What got you into figure skating?”

#jungkook scenario #jungkook fluff #jungkook fic #bts scenario #jungkook angst #jeon jungkook #bts #bangtan #jungkook #omfg i hope this isn't cringy #like i'm not good with dialogue ;n;

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