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The Library of Our Love {KNJ x GN!Reader} - Oneshot

“My library is an archive of longing.” - Susan Sontag

��Did you figure out that I’m a book after I met you? Or did you turn my page?”

- 방탄 소년단, Outro: Her

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Gender-Neutral Reader

Genres: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort… I’m sorry in advance for hurting u

AUs: college students!AU

Word Count: ~4.6k

Themes: strangers-bestfriends-(maybe)lovers, unrequited love, pining, the slowest of slow burns (to the point where the fire almost goes out)

Warnings: some mentions of blood and violence, vandalism, strong language, negative self-image and feelings of depression/sadness, excessive consumption of gummy bears (don’t do it pls)

Ratings: sfw, pg13

Summary:

From this day forth, the rules set out by the users of the study table should be:

This table shall only be populated by one Kim Namjoon and one ___, all others must ask for permission before using the premises.

Albert L. Lehringer’s word is the supreme law of the land.

The library is for learning only, not for falling in love.

Oops.

Please picture this Namjoon.

Shoutouts: Thank you to @papillonsgf for being my #1 supporter and baji and designing the most gorgeous banner known to humankind 💞And Eva @dinamitae for being the sweetest last minute beta reader I could’ve asked for 😊 Also, I have to give a big shoutout to all the writers on Tumblr: I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for inspiring me to put my feelings down on paper, and for touching my heart with your beautiful stories.

A/N: This is my first time writing any kind of fiction whatsoever, so please be kind 🙈This fic is deeply personal to me because all of the events portrayed actually happened in my life (with creative liberties). As a result, please do not plagiarize bc that would make me big sad 🥺 I hope you enjoy reading it!! And yes, every vignette is titled with the Dewey Decimal number of the section where you can find that topic (bc I am a nerd)!

Crossposted to AO3 here.

Glossary:

Albert L. Lehringer: the dude who wrote my college biochem textbook

Kal-guksu: Korean knife-cut noodle soup dish

시조 (sijo) (pronounced SHEE-jo): a form of Korean poetry similar in format to the haiku. Originally intended as songs that can represent romantic, metaphysical, or spiritual themes.

Theodicy: the vindication of divine goodness and providence in the view of the existence of evil

Incunabulum: Latin for “place of birth”, or “beginning”. Also one of the earliest forms of a printed book.

523.66: Cosmic Impact

Lee? Lehman?

You flit through your mind trying to remember the author of the supplemental textbook Dr. Kang had recommended to you. The 6th floor of the library is cold; a steady draft seeps in from the slightly open windows. Shrouded in obscurity, all the science books are clustered together into one dark corner among tall, looming shelves.

Lehringer!

Aha, there it was! You eye your target and move towards the shelf at the end of the aisle, eyes focused. Like a predator honed in on its prey, you lose all awareness of your surroundings. Pressing your books to your chest, you pounce towards it when suddenly a large shadow obscures your path. Ramming into a hard, firm chest, you fall back into space, books tumbling everywhere. A sturdy, muscular arm reaches out to grab you.

“Oh gosh! I’m so sorry, are you alright? I wasn’t looking where I was going, I tend to be super clumsy, no wonder my friends call me the God of Destruction.”

The tall stranger beams down at you, two tiny corresponding craters forming in his cheeks as he stares fondly.

“Again, I’m super sorry. Were you also looking for Dr. Lehringer’s Principles of Biochemistry text?”

He reaches it easily, lifting it off the shelf and passing it into your waiting hands. You open it to peruse when you are again interrupted by his dulcet timbre.

“I’m Namjoon, by the way. I figure the least I could do is tell you my name after almost knocking you over.”

“Kim Namjoon? You wouldn’t happen to sit at the very front of Dr. Kang’s fundamentals class, would you?”

His smile widens, turning his eyes into crescent moons, as he timidly rubs the back of his neck with his right hand.

“Now how would you happen to know that?”

“I’m ____, I sit in the middle row. You’re very tall, you know. I can’t see the board half the time.”

A blush colors his cheeks as a sheepish grin falls over his face. He stares down at a speck on the floor. He looks like a scolded puppy, utterly bewildered and completely adorable.

“I- , I’m so sorry, I had no idea. I can move seats maybe, or try and slouch a little bit, even though I know that’s bad for my posture and I’m too young to be having back pain, oh gosh, I can’t believe this, I always thought I felt someone staring at the back of my head - “

“Hey, it’s alright, I was just joking. Thanks for grabbing the book for me, maybe I’ll see you in class sometime?”

“____. Yes, of course, I’ll see you around!”

He waves and strides down the aisle, disappearing out of sight. A steady gust of wind enters through the window, and you hear something flutter. Whether it’s the pages of your open book or the drumming of your heartbeat in your chest, you can’t begin to tell.

177.42: Ethics of friendship

Staring down the endless rows of wooden tables, each illuminated by an antique brass lamp, you spot a lone figure sitting at the farthest one, glasses perched on his nose and his entire being buried in the Principles textbook as though his life depends on it.

Suddenly, you feel restless. Dr. Kang’s midterm examination was looming over the next day, and you knew Namjoon would already be on top of preparing considering you had noticed him sitting at the same table every day since your encounter mere weeks ago.

I’m just going to sit down and ask him if I can study there, you mused. Maybe we can bounce ideas off of each other? A study partner, that’s all. A fellow lover of learning, a devotee of discovery, a paramour of perusal.

So then why did your heart lurch like you were free-falling from 10,000 feet above?

You can do this, just walk up to him and ask if you can use the table.

“Namjoon?” His head turns at the sound of your voice, and a heart-stopping smile illuminates his face. “Do you mind if I sit here and try to study for Dr. Kang’s course too? We can ask each other questions if we’re stuck.”

“Did you read my mind? I was just wishing I had a friend to talk things over with. Sadly, my roommate, Hoseok, is a dance major, so he doesn’t quite understand how to predict dihedral angles based on chemical shift data.”

“Make yourself comfortable,” he beams, pushing aside the pile of books, multicolored pens, and gummy bears. “We have a long night ahead of us.”

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You feel a warm hand press on your shoulder and blearily gaze up to find Namjoon’s concerned visage gazing at you from across the table.

“Hey there, are you alright? It’s almost 1am, the library’s gonna close soon.”

You blink, trying to remember the events of the past eight hours. Both of you made a brilliant team, working through the problems for the exam expertly and efficiently. Along the way, you fell deep into conversations about not only the equilibrium governing every reaction in the book but also the thin and delicate strings of matter that made up your lives thus far.

Namjoon waits patiently for you to find your bearings, as you hastily shove books and papers into your backpack. He slides the bag of gummy bears in your direction.

“Take one, for good luck tomorrow. Or maybe three. Or you don’t have to take any, they’re probably bad for you and I don’t want you to have a toothache before the exam. Just let me walk home with you?”

The two of you stumble out into the chilly fall air, following the stark lamplight lighting up the way back to the on-campus apartments.

At the point where your paths diverge, Namjoon spins on his heel to take in your retreating figure.

“HEY ___! See you after Kang’s exam tomorrow? Same time, same place?”

“See you then!”, you grin, whirling quickly so he can’t see the devastatingly wide grin that consumes your entire face.

135.30: interlude_dream, Reality

The dim rays of the afternoon sun.

A checkered blanket under the shadow of an oak tree.

The crinkle of a plastic bag full of copious amounts of Haribo gummy bears.

A tall stack of books that had tumbled over onto the grass.

His dimpled smile and eyes that turned into tiny moons --

You’re jolted awake from your reverie by the droning of hushed voices and furtive conversations in the library basement. Blearily rubbing at your eyes and massaging your temples, you fight the stiffness in your joints that is urging you to sit up from your resting position on the couch which occupies the far corner of the main room. All too suddenly, your tired mind sharpens, catching wind of a conversation that is happening just a few feet away.

“Hyung, I know it happened so suddenly, and we only met just a few months ago, but I’m starting to feel something. We’ve been spending more and more time together and I feel like I’m falling harder and harder.”

You freeze. That voice. You would recognize the melodic timbre of the man who you’ve been studying alongside in the library for months now from across campus.

A high-pitched laugh echoes in response, squeaking like the windshield wipers on a car in the middle of a downpour.

“Yah, Namjoon-ah, don’t tell me you’re in love? You, who’s always been focused on his studies. They must be something special.”

Your exhausted body is on the brink of keeling over as your pulse quickens. Your stomach ties itself into a knot, and heat rushes to your cheeks. Who are they talking about?

“Hyuuuuung, it’s not like that yet. We’re just good friends for now.”

You redden in response to the term “friends for now”, as you hear the bashful lilt to Namjoon’s voice. Could it be possible? You dare to dream, just this once.

“So, what do you plan to do about it? This is your last year here, you know that right?”

“I’ll think of something, Hyung. I don’t know if I can last so long without saying how I really feel. But what if they don’t feel the same way?”

I do, you silently scream as you desire to break down the walls of their intimate conversation. I do feel the same way, I have for a while now.

The loud scraping of chairs and closing of books force you to halt your inner monologue, signaling that it’s time to head to your next class. You’re left dazed and confused, yet with a blissful smile on your face, as you see Namjoon and Seokjin exit the library, their backs turned to you.

You feel buoyant as you stand, bouncing on the balls of your feet. Exiting the library, the world seems effervescent and hazy with a new rose-colored filter, mirroring the pink of your gums as you smile brightly, ready to take on the day ahead with renewed fervor.

641.86: Just desserts

Whoever thought there should be a specific day devoted to love was the silliest person alive, in your opinion. How could they reduce a force as wonderful and as powerful, as full of tenderness and adoration, to a mere day full of hearts and flowers? Love was beyond that, it was something that could take a person and erode all their harsh lines, their straight angles, and make them soft and pliable.

Ever since you had overheard his conversation in the library basement, you and Namjoon had only become closer, spending your days and nights at the same table, laughing at each others’ jokes, crying under the weight of exhaustion, and opening up to each other about anything and everything.

You had never thought you could feel this way, never thought that someone would find you riveting enough to share more than a five-minute conversation with, let alone spend hours of their life in your presence. Your friends were well aware of your feelings towards Namjoon, urging you to explore the possibility of something more. They knew all too well how guarded you kept your heart in terms of romance, preferring instead to bask under the gentle glow of friendship than to ever submit yourself to the blinding passion of opening up your heart and soul entirely to another.

You trekked nervously to the main study room, protecting the small box in your hands with your entire being. Valentine’s Day may have been silly and trite, but you weren’t going to miss the perfect excuse to offer Namjoon a gift of appreciation under the guise of fondness that everyone seemed to be partaking in today.

He’s waiting for you with a smile, as always. You look down, unable to hide the blush that colors your face from your temples to your forehead.

“Happy Valentine’s Day ____! Too bad we’re spending it in the library, instead of out on dates with someone, right?”

“I guess so, although I don’t really mind wasting away in the library if it’s with someone like you.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen and his smile grows even wider.

“Let’s call it a date, then. We can stop halfway through and grab something to eat from the new place that opened right by West Campus. I heard they make a pretty mean kal-guksu,” he winks.

This is too much, you think. Too much all at once, and yet not enough. Your silly gift seems like an outlandish display of affection now, compared to his completely chill offer of grabbing a meal together.

Reel it in, your brain tells you. Play it off. He probably likes chill, prefers it that way. Why would he go out of his way with you, when you see each other every day? When he’s never done it before?

No! You fight your subconscious, remembering that fateful conversation in the basement that changed everything between the two of you. He said he wants something more, that he’s falling for me.

“Namjoon, I made some cupcakes and cookies for y-, for us to share. Maybe we can wallow in our loneliness -” you blink, faltering as you press your lips together. You weakly offer up the box, ripping off the “for you, my favorite study partner” tag quietly underneath the table.

Why couldn’t you just be honest? You were friends, why did everything have to become so complicated?

Namjoon doesn’t seem to catch onto your face falling, doesn’t seem to hear the sound of your heart dropping in your chest. His dimples become etched into his face as he grins from ear-to-ear.

“Every day, I thank the supreme power known as Albert L. Lehringer himself for letting me bump into you on the 6th floor. Where else could I have found such a kind, considerate, beautiful study partner who bakes the best red velvet cupcakes on campus?”

You gape, jaw becoming slack. Beautiful, he said. He’d never called you beautiful before. Your heart swells on the inside.

“Yah, you and that smart mouth of yours, Namjoon. Just keep quiet and eat your cupcake, we have work to do,” you answer back sarcastically, your own grin mirroring his.

Maybe your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you after all.

165.19: Fallacies, or errors in judgment

Spring. The season of rebirth and renewal. Flowers blossomed and birds chirped as the campus came alive again, leading you and Namjoon to spend more and more of your time outdoors.

Currently, the two of you were curled up on a checkered blanket underneath the big oak tree on campus, your biochem classes having finally eased their loads, leaving you to ponder on your philosophy term paper and Namjoon to pore over his Korean literature homework.

“Have you ever heard of 시조 (sijo), ____? It’s meant to be songs written as poetry, mimicking the current tune of whatever your mind is feeling.”

“Really Namjoon? That sounds fascinating. And what would be the current tune you have in your head?”

Namjoon bends his head downwards, unable to make eye contact.

“You know the pre-grad formal?” he mutters, his normally deep voice becoming no more than a whisper.

“Yeah, what about it?”, you question, as butterflies suddenly convene in your chest and the din of your heartbeat becomes louder.

“I- um, well I-, I- was thinking of asking Seolhee. You know Ahn Seolhee, that girl that sits at the table on the other end of the library? She’s in one of my chem electives, and I joined the Chemistry as Art club because she’s president and we’ve been talking more and more this semester. I don’t really know what I feel towards her, but I feel like it could be something. I guess asking her to the formal is the only way to figure it out, right?” he’s rambling now, redness staining his cheeks as he talks about her. Seolhee.

Your heart stops, and the roaring in your ears becomes louder.

Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid.

Of course, Namjoon had a life outside your library. Of course, he had friends that weren’t you. Of course, he would like pretty Seolhee, leader of a sorority on campus, president of so many clubs, and recently accepted to the university’s Ph.D. program in Biochemistry that would be starting in the fall. She was bubbly and beautiful, friendly to everyone she met, wearing her heart on her sleeve and with nothing short of a smile on her face all the time.

Not like you, who had recently been accepted to a post-baccalaureate program because you’d failed to get into medical school this time around, while Namjoon was waiting on the results of his many interviews.

Not like you who didn’t have any popularity or accomplishments to boast about because you’d been slowly exhausting yourself day and night in the library, poring over labs and problem sets, having to work twice as hard to prove you were just as brilliant.

Not like you, who kept their heart under lock and key because how could you complain when all you’d ever loved and wanted was the man who spent every day in the wooden chair across from you?

“___?” Namjoon interrupts the whirlwind of thoughts that are running through your mind. “Are you listening? I was just saying, Jin-hyung’s date from his MBA program fell through, you guys should go together, we’d all have fun!”

You nod, blinking back tears.

Spring. The season where new life blooms, yet storms brew, washing away everything in their wake.

214.06: Theodicy

One month. It’d been one month since the revelation which had caused your daydreams to come crashing down.

Two weeks. It’d been two weeks since you had gone to the formal, hiding your pain behind laughter as you were forced to look at Namjoon and Seolhee gazing at each other, touching each other, dancing with each other, drunk on champagne and in their affection. Jin had found you back then, curled up on the floor in the marble-walled bathroom of the fancy manor hosting the event. He’d taken you straight home, Namjoon oblivious to your disappearance.

You hadn’t been back to the library since. Instead, you claimed a table in the busy student center, among the smell of brewing coffee, raucous conversation, and shrill pop music. Your hands feel clammy. Your head is pounding.

You long for the warm glow of antique brass lamps, the crinkle of a packet of gummy bears being opened, and the melodious laugh of a man with dimples deeper than the craters on the moon.

Focus, you chastised yourself. This term paper won’t write itself.

Theodicy. The vindication of divine goodness and providence given the existence of evil. Why bad things happen to good people. Why suffering can be justified.

You feel sick to your stomach, jolting as the tears flooded your eyes, abandoning your books and coffee behind you.

The door of the bathroom stall slams behind you as you sink to the floor.

616.025: Medical emergencies

Thanking the reference librarian for their help in finding the materials you needed for your final papers, you make your descent down the back staircase of the library. It’s usually abandoned around sunset, most people preferring to use the main entrance closer to the dorms. You shiver at the chill the night air brings, wrapping your jacket tighter around yourself.

You see red and rainbow shards of the once beautiful, but now broken, stained glass alcove before you see him.

Namjoon is slumped against the wall, eyes shut tight and chest heaving. His knuckles have been ripped apart and stained with blood dripping onto the floor as his sobs echo.

You rush to his side.

“Namjoon, Namjoon, please look at me. What happened?”

Namjoon doesn’t open his eyes to see that it’s you, instead retreating further into himself, like a small child, his sobs growing into wails.

“Kim Namjoon! It’s me, _____. Please, please, I need to know if you’re alright. We need to get you to a bathroom or something,” you’re sobbing now too, heart shattering at seeing him so bruised and broken. You sling his arm around your shoulder and drag him into the staff bathroom close to the alcove.

You toil to distract yourself from the pain both of you are feeling. You open your backpack and take out the pack of tissues and the box of band-aids you always kept on hand for when the now defeated man in front of you had a bout of clumsiness and knocked into the edge of a table or cut himself on one of Kang’s 100-page problem sets. You take his hands in yours, washing them gently with soap and water.

Slowly, Namjoon opens his eyes to stare at you, fat tears dripping down his face.

“Fuck, ____. It just all fucking fell apart, I don’t even know what happened. The-, the-, interviews, and I thought I was doing so well…” he trails off.

Your mind is only half listening, as your temples begin to throb.

Rejection, you hear.

“And fucking Seolhee, she told me she was just fucking around, trying to use me to catch the attention of some other guy…”

Rejection, you hear, and your vision turns cloudy and red, like the water mixed with blood that has smeared in the sink.

“And then I was looking for you everywhere ___. I needed you, but you weren’t there. You’ve always been there.”

You can’t take this.

“Stop, Namjoon. Stop it right now. What do you mean you were looking for me? All you had to do was find me. I would’ve dropped everything for you. Yes, rejection fucking hurts, but you can’t do shit like this. How is punching a fucking window the right reaction huh? Why didn’t you trust me, why didn’t you tell me?” your voice wavers as it begins to rise in octaves, finally spilling out all the pain and resentment that you’ve been feeling since that spring day froze over into a meadow of frost.

“What the hell would you know about rejection ___?”, Namjoon clenches his jaw, a vein in his neck bulging as he throws out the accusation.

“You can’t mean that Namjoon, you seriously can’t fucking mean that.” Your tears are falling onto the floor now too, mixing with the bloodstains.

For a moment, you think you see a look of understanding flash across Namjoon’s face. For a moment, you think he might’ve been able to access your memories of the past months, ones that now mirror his own.

However, the look is now gone, and you’re left wondering if your mind is playing tricks on you again. Instead, the look is replaced by hurt and despair that color Namjoon’s face.

“I’m sorry ___. I’m so fucking sorry,” the door swings as he runs out of the bathroom, leaving you to wonder how his shredded knuckles that are still embedded with glass slashed open the wounds that had begun to heal in your heart.

124.73: Teleology, or the end of things

“Mom? Dad? I’ll be back in a little bit, I just need to say one last goodbye to some people I saw at the library,” you lie.

The library is closed today. Everyone is out on the campus green rejoicing, celebrating the hard work of the past 4 years. Still, your heart would feel incomplete without bidding adieu to the place that had been your second home over the past year, the place that still held the remnants of your love for Namjoon.

The door to the main study room is open. Strange. It creaks as you push it further open, taking in the rows of identical rectangular tables, the wooden chairs that made your back ache, and the brass lamps that lit up the darkest of your nights.

There’s someone here. The lonely figure of a tall, lithe man in a crisp white dress shirt with a black tie, navy gown draped over it. He’s slumped over the table that was once shared between the two of you.

He looks up as he hears your footsteps approaching.

“Hey,” he says, mustering a weak smile. “We made it.”

“Congratulations, Namjoon”, you whisper quietly, unable to tell if he can hear you.

You make a gesture to leave when he catches you by surprise one last time.

“___? Can I ask one last favor of you?” he extends his hand to you, and you shy into yourself.

“Please?”, Namjoon’s eyes shrink into the tiny crescent moons you’ve come to know and love.

You take his hand in yours as he lifts you both to stand on top of your table.

“Ready? Hats off in 1-,2-,3!”, both of you throw your hats up to the ceiling, Namjoon’s narrowly missing plonking onto his head as it comes back down. Your face lights up in a smile.

“Hey ____? Thank you, for everything. I’m gonna miss you, and this place, so damn much. I’m sorry we couldn’t enjoy the last few weeks here together.”

“It’s okay Namjoon, I forgive you. I’ll miss you too. Let’s stay in touch, yeah?”

He grins. Those damn dimples. “Yeah.”

You turn on your heel, feeling renewed and restored, leaving him behind as the doors to the library of your love close behind you for the final time.

Epilogue: six years later...

115.17: Time’s arrow

“___! You made it, I’m so glad to see you!” Seokjin’s broad shoulders envelop you into a warm hug. You shoot Hoseok, Namjoon’s former roommate, a warm smile from across the room. It’s been too long.

“Drinks should be in the cooler over there, feel free to grab some food, and enjoy the party! I’ll be around at some point after I’m done playing host to ask you all about how your final year is going, so don’t you dare try to get out of it!” his thinly veiled threat is punctuated by the sounds of his windshield wiper laughter.

Some things never change.

You settle into a corner with a drink in hand, being swept into a conversation with some of Seokjin’s friends.

“___? Is that you?”

That voice. You are unable to turn, afraid to look him in the eye.

It’s been six years since you’ve seen Namjoon. Six years since you walked out of the library, all the young impulses and the misunderstandings that had distressed your relationship behind you. In that time, you’ve learned to heal others’ hearts as well as your own. You’re no longer as hot-blooded and easily affected by things. You’ve become stronger, and more capable of nurturing your own soul instead of looking to another for fulfillment.

The two of you tried to make good on your promise to keep in touch, but life got in the way. The texts stopped after a year, turning into sporadic well-wishes and wall posts on Facebook. But now he’s here, in the flesh.

“Hi Namjoon,” you spin, facing him. “Long time no see.” You’re surprised at the genuine smile that lights up your face in response to seeing him.

“Same to you. How’s the final year of med school going? I saw your post on Facebook that you’d matched into a program for cardiothoracic surgery. Congratulations, I’m so proud of you,” Namjoon looks upon you with the same fond smile he had the moment he bumped into you on that cold, dark floor of the library so long ago.

“Thanks, Namjoon. How have you been? Seokjin told me you’d recently moved back to the city.”

“Remember 시조 (sijo), ___? The poetry that is supposed to represent -”

“Your current tune,” you finish his sentence for him.

“You remembered,” he says breathlessly. “I’ve been writing recently, not anything professional at all, but just songs and poems. I’m compiling a portfolio to go back to school and get my MFA in Literature and Poetry.”

Tears spring into your eyes. “Namjoon, that’s great, I’m proud of you too.”

“___!” Hoseok ushers you over, “Come join us for a round of beer pong!”

“Namjoon, it was nice seeing you again. Maybe we’ll see each other around sometime.”

“Wait! ___!”, he touches your arm lightly as you turn back around.

A blush colors his cheeks as a sheepish grin falls over his face. He stares down at a speck on the floor.

“There’s a new library that just opened on the corner of 5th and Oak St. I was wondering if you’d like to go check it out sometime?”

For the first time in many years, Namjoon doesn’t make your breath catch in your throat and your pulse begin to race, but instead fills your heart with a deep sense of fondness and contentment. Maybe this library will no longer be an archive of your longings, but an incunabulum of a fresh start.

“I’d like that a lot.”

A/N pt. 2: It’s finished!! I wanted to leave Namjoon and the reader's relationship at the end open to interpretation. I think this fic was more about their feelings than the events that unfolded. I’m not sure I’ll write another story ever, but I’m very proud of this one. Any comments or feedback are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway.

With all my love,

Isi 💜

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musubiki · 3 years ago

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who did lime kill? and how does the eedt of the guild feel about it?

(this is all mostly beta so far, post-timeskip and actually closer to the end of the story) but umm...,,im not sure who he is yet..,.i know he knew cat-ears in the underground, probably another good fighter who was all the shit before lime got down there and swept the floor with him, and hes never forgive cat-ears since, so at the very least hes a member of the magic community, and a good fighter!!

after the cat-ears thing cleared up with mochi, some time later there was a bounty put on "cat-ears'" head, which was from this same guy looking for a real rematch (big pride i think, and also supposedly very rich?? rich enough to put a heavy bounty)

anyway mochi and lime go to have this rematch (lime wearing his cat-ears disguise), and whoops the guys ass again, but sometime during that fight or after, said guy figures out/realizes that this witch that cat-ears is protecting is the cat-witch, and so that becomes a new motive for him. not sure what he wants yet,,..to kill her?? take her power or try to?? sell her to the highest bidder????

anyway this guy - i have no idea what power he has yet - but he causes a lot of shit for mochi and lime. hes the one that uhh actually KILLS lime, the same episode where sulluvan shows up and mochis like "what are you doing here" and 5 seconds later lime gets..something.,,,,shoved through his body..,,sulluvan is there to take his soul to the afterlife and mochi has to delve into some shitty dark magic to save his ass and it corrupts her magic for a while (beta)

he also does/tries to do something to mochi, again not sure what yet but at the end of it she is not okay and the result was he is very hard to kill so he got away and she was terrified of him finding them again

after THAT fight, lime finds him instead. and the guy is kinda fucked up from mochis magic, but still alive and recovering, and he gives the whole villian monologue, blah blah you thought you could kill me but ill have my revenge, she cant run from me forever and when i find her im gonna do (insert evil fucked up deeds), she'll never be rid of me because she cant kill me blah blah

and after lime is like "yeah youre right, she cant kill you." and then summons his thunderbat, and cracks the guy in the jaw with it, and when towering over him he goes "...but i sure as hell can." and absolutely fucks the guy up beating the shit out of him. wont go into the gore but lets say lime is very thorough. maybe sulluvan shows up here too and lets lime know that he'll take care of the rest,,

when lime goes home mochi is feeling a little better, working on some spell to keep that guy away, and lime walks in with blood all over his bat (maybe some splattered on his face), and goes "You dont need to worry about that moch. hes not gonna bother us anymore." and she realizes

she asks him if hes alright but honestly, it wasnt a huge psychological damage to lime at all. tell her he guy almost - well, he DID kill him, hurt her, tried to keep hurting her, and everyone hates him so the guy deserved it and the world is a much better place without him. she gives him a tight hug anyway and a soft thank you

(as for the rest of the guild, shit theyre all on limes side too LMFAOOOOO they all love him by that time - yes even coco - and losing lime wouldve sucked for everyone. plus the fucker tried to hurt/did hurt/tried to kill mochi and NO ONE is okay with that. the guild backs him 100%. cocos a little jealous. when will i make my first kill, she says, and mochi says thats not funny pls shut up)

(its also worth noting that every member of the magic community is an outlaw - literally outside the law. they are free game for anyone to do anything to, its the wild west in the magic community. the gov doesn't give a shit if you kill each other, in fact they probably prefer it, so lime never faces consequences for that, and is also why mochi works so hard to protect herself and the people shoe loves because theres no help to be found within the community or outside of it)

#ANYWA!!!!! kinda long but #beta #this is one of the darker adventures #and one i probably wont talk too much about cuz its darker #by the first or second time you meet him youre alreadi (yeah fuck that guy)#again im not sure what his power is??#mage of something #again this is all beta so it might change or not be used at all #for sure at one point lime kills someone for either this reason or a very similar one #limes 'killed' coattails before but this was a lil different #either way hes okay with it #he tells mochi its 'and eye for an eye' he killed me i killed him #he didnt have a witch to save his ass but thats between him and god #mochi loves lime so much

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azroazizah · 5 years ago

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Want you to know you are a gift that I am grateful to have found to keep a touchstone couple like SoMa alive for people like me that miss them. I was wondering, what’s your top recommended fanfic for SoMa, your own work included?

sjgsvjkdsjkd stop you’ll kill me with diabetes, pls, I beg you

this list is sacrilegiously short, bc I only list what’s currently been on my mind lmao, a complete list may follow at a later date. so here we go, in no specific order:

Red Eyes Bleed Green by Bitter November. (M). A mangaverse fic where Soul is the absolute dumbest boy with negative self-esteem. Good thing Maka tries her hardest to drill into his thick skull that he's the only one she wants. Featuring shipper Wes. God, I love that man.

Stereo Hearts by Bitter November. (M). Soul has everything going for him to woo Maka. Mood music, cheesy serenade, romantic gift, witch's death curse-say what! Bitty writes so much interesting and hilarious SoMa. Check other fics as well and you’re not gonna be disappointed.

Bare Feet & Cowboy Boots by khaleesimaka. (M). In which Maka Albarn went to be one of the candidates to win the heart of Cowboy Bachelor Soul Evans. All Liz’s fault. She's certainly not going to catch the case of feelings, of course. wdym

Dragon by Odat. (M). Dragon!Soul. Who purrs and schedules his naps. Absolute delight.

How to Train Your Soul by Poisoned Scarlet. (M). Also Dragon!Soul, with Maka as his rider. A++

Blind Faith by Poisoned Scarlet. (T). Housewife Soul in a biker wardrobe caring for this tiny little blind girl? Hell yeah.

the delta sun burns bright and violet by Poisoned Scarlet. (M). Mermaid!Maka. Someone really should teach her how to use curses. Or to wear clothes. Poor Soul.

Cloudburst by Poisoned Scarlet. (T). Grumpy Cat Soul. Maka really had no idea that her cat was a human. A very attractive human.

Someday by Poisoned Scarlet. (M). Warlock Soul and his ‘angel’ lover. You heard me mention Scarlet a whole lot. Yes. All she’s written was pure gold and unicorn tears. She has like a hundred of SoMa fics. Read all of them. Five stars.

Steady Hands, Steady Hearts by TooOceanBlue. (T). Canonverse fic. Bruh, I live and breathe in Evans Family Headcanons and how Maka reacts to them and their relationship with Soul, and this one is the kind of Evans family I love the most.

We Just Don't Give it a Name by Aedien. (K). This. Absolutely what I thought how mangaverse SoMa relationship is. A+++

Amplify by Marsh of Sleep. (M). In which Soul and Maka realizes there’s a psychic link between their souls.

Lodestar by Marsh of Sleep. (M). Cowboy AU. Hooooo boy, this is one of the first SE fics I've ever read and it constantly returns to my mind every other day.

If Only Tonight We Could Sleep by Marsh of Sleep. (M). Zombie Apocalypse AU. sometimes poetic and sometimes heartbreaking. Often both. “Soul?”.......... “Speaking.” God I love those two lines far too much

Quantum Entanglement by Marsh of Sleep. (M). In which Soul find his main tank is actually a girl. A very cute girl who cosplays. I. Absolutely. Can’t. Keep. A. Straight. Face. I really love how Marsh write character interactions and dynamics. She makes a very adorable Soul (he gives his family cute nicknames like Matriach or Firstborn, what a dork). Actually just go read all of her fics. They’re gold. No. Platinum.

Count to Eight by infantblue. (M). In which Maka was dragged into another timeline where she'd died on the Moon and find her beloved partner broken beyond recognition. An evil fic. A very evil fic. Pls don't read if you still want your heart whole. (jk, read it and cry with me as we curse Chloe together)

One Damn Thing After Another by metisket. Mangaverse, from Soul’s point of view. If you want to peek inside of the snarkiest, the darkest, the most anxious, the dumbest pining idiot in existence, read this.

The Exception Clause by Lisp. (T). In which Maka Albarn refuses to lose a bet, and Soul Evans makes a surprisingly good fake-boyfriend. I like their dynamics a lot.

Two of Us by Professor Maka. (T). A mangaverse fic featuring the Evans family. Perfect set of Fake Dating (fake marriage?) and Mutual Pining.

Touch Cats Shut Up by makapedia. (T). Fruits Basket AU. With Soul as the cat. Angst, check. Fluff, check. Stubborn Maka, check. Completely adorable Soul, check. Kid as Edward Cullen, check. lmao

Poor Unfortunate Soul by makapedia. (M). In which Soul is a terrible incubus. No, not just terrible. Absolutely dreadful. At least until he meets a certain pigtailed girl. Kat makes very fluffy and adorable Souls, I swear. Read her other fics too!!

ALSO I FOUND ANOTHER LIST OF AUTHORS AND I ABSOLUTELY AGREE WITH THIS PLS CHECK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. 100000/10 WOULD RECOMMEND!!!

I, uh, I haven’t written that much fanfic, really, well, I have, but that’s just my 276927494 opened-but-ignored wip documents speaking. My betas and the discord people I annoy on daily basis might murder me bc I have a shamefully big unfinished WIP list planned lmao, no guys I promise I’m working on it,but uhh, if you wanna read what I’ve published so far then... uh....

A Winter Solstice. (M). Easily my favorite work so far. Fullmetal Alchemist AU. In which Maka Albarn, a second generation state alchemist, stumbled across Soul, a lonely Ishvalan boy who could transmute himself into a scythe, among the ruins of Death City.

Those Unspoken Things. (T). SoMa Week 2019 collection

Love is in the Air! (kill it, please!). (T). Valentine fluffshots.

So yeah, I plan to write more, and finish what I started wwwwww, bc what’s life without constantly making two dorks kissing each other?

Anyway, thank you for asking!! I’m a bab in this fandom so I haven’t consumed that much food yet, I’m so sorry this is too blasphemously few. I certainly forgot lots but everyone is welcomed to add more! (actually, pls add more, I need to have more ways to destroy my sleep schedule)

#zi answers #soul eater #fic recs #soul x maka #pls add more I beg you #the-undiscovered-muse

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greekgeek21 · 4 years ago

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A Percabeth Holiday AU

Hello, readers! I decided to write something last minute before xmas and it wasn't finished being edited until now, so I'm sorry about that. This might have a Part 2, Idk. It depends on the response to this. This is mostly just to give to my followers to hold them over until my Avengers/PJO fanfic is ready (early march?). It's kinda a Goodgirl!Annabeth and Punk/Badboy!Percy fanfic. Mortal au. And a special thanks to my amazing beta reader, JJ (nightskywithrainbows on Ao3). You are a really great person if you can sit through my unedited stuff, trust me. *shudders* Go check out their stuff on Ao3!

I hope you like this! Comment, like, and follow me pls!

– your author

DISCLAIMER: Sadly, only rick has the pleasure of owning pjo.

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Annabeth wasn't sure who she offended, but it had to be somebody. There was no way her luck was just THIS BAD.

First, she found out that she's required to go to her family's Christmas dinner. You know, the one with the whole extended family as well. Then, her stupid pride got in the way again. Her evil stepmother was interrogating her on her nonexistent love life, and Annabeth, being stupid, said that she was bringing a date to dinner, even though she hadn't been planning on it. Now, Annabeth had one week to find someone willing to go to Hell with her.

Unfortunately, Annabeth wasn't exactly what one might call "popular." She had a group of friends at school, but they were all like her. They were smart and tended to act like know-it-alls. For that reason, she was having trouble finding someone good enough to go with. There was no way Annabeth was going to show up with anyone ordinary. If she was going to go through with this, it had to be spectacular. She had to show it to her judgemental extended family that she didn't care what they thought of her (even if she definitely did).

Her only option so far was the one boy at her table, Octavian and that was NOT an option she was willing to take. Nobody knew why he even sat with them, but they were too afraid to even ask him. He always just sat there staring at people. He was a real creep.

So that was a no.

Annabeth was stuck. She was desperate, and she would probably ask the next person who walked into their shitty school quad.

Just her luck that it was the school's resident bad boy, Percy Jackson.

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Annabeth decided to corner him after school, where there would hopefully less students around. Percy tended to hang around the more forgotten parts of the campus, so it shouldn't be too hard.

Not that Annabeth had been watching him, or anything. She just liked to observe the people around her. In her opinion, you can learn a lot about a person when they don't know you're looking.

As soon as the last bell rang, she was up and out of her seat, speed-walking out the classroom door and into the hallways. She didn't run, though. Even if what she was doing was the most stupid idea she'd ever had, it was the best option in the short amount of time before the dinner.

Her only worry was that he would say no. Of course, Annabeth was the best at manipulation, but she'd rather not use that. It made her feel sick inside.

So, her plan was to just ask first and MAYBE use some manipulation if necessary to get him to agree.

Percy ended up being right where she suspected: the roof. She had seen him and his friends heading up that way multiple times, so she thought she should start there. As always, her deduction was correct.

He was up there with his group of friends, so Annabeth figured she would need a way to separate him from them. It was already embarrassing enough to be asking this of him, let alone three others as well.

They hadn't heard her open the door, so Annabeth took a second to compose herself before approaching them. She evened out her expression and stood up tall, exuding an air of confidence. She was about to approach the "most dangerous" kids in school, so she had to be strong.

With a deep, calming breath, Annabeth strode over to the group. They noticed her when she was about half-way there. They were all either sitting on the ledge, or they were leaning up against the small wall. The group had just laughed at something one of them said, but their laughter died out at the sight of Annabeth.

Percy's friends were Nico di Angelo, Thalia Grace, and Grover Underwood. Grover wasn't like the other three in his fashion sense or personality, but he had been friends with them for longer than anyone knew, so nobody really questioned it. Annabeth suspected something, but she didn't want to delve too deep into the inner-workings of the clique.

They all stood up in a sort of defensive stance. None of them knew what to do with someone like Annabeth Chase walking up to them. They were ALL in undocumented territory here.

She walked right up to Percy, standing with her arms crossover in front of her. He raised his eyebrows and looked down at her, amused and confused at the same time. What would ANNABETH CHASE want with him. He didn't remember doing anything to piss her off.

"Yes?" he asked with his signature troublemaker smirk.

"Come with me," Annabeth ordered, turning around and starting to walk away.

When he didn't follow, she looked back at him and spoke again, this time with a more icy tone, "If you want to talk here, that's fine with me, but I'm not so sure you want your friends to hear what I have to say. Unless you want them to know how you're failing–"

"Stop! I'm coming," he interrupted, briskly following her through the roof-access door.

Sure, he trusted his friends, but he was still capable of embarrassment. It wasn't his fault that his Math teacher didn't care that he had dyslexia. So what if he was failing, anyway? He was barely passing in his other classes, and that was mostly because the teachers thought he would fight them or something if they failed him.

Percy didn't know how Annabeth knew he was failing, and he wasn't planning on keeping it that way. He knew her reputation. She had probably manipulated it out of the front office lady or something. She was known to be cold and ruthless. He wasn't afraid of her, but others were. That's part of the reason she was never asked out by any sane guys.

He didn't think she knew that, though. She had always acted indifferent when others whispered crude names about her, so he believed she had no idea what others thought about her. How she managed to miss that, he wasn't sure.

She just kept walking ahead of him, expecting him to follow. She never said a word the entire time. It was really getting on Percy's nerves.

"Hey, Blondie! Where are we going?" he asked, grabbing her arm to stop them as they were passing through one of the hallways.

Annabeth ripped her arm free of his grasp, a murderous look on her face. She didn't answer, but instead looked around their surroundings before her gaze sharpened on a door leading into a janitor's closet. Percy got even more confused when she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the closet with her.

This girl was so confusing.

"What are we doing here?" Percy asked, noting how close they were forced to be in the small space.

Annabeth had noticed, too, but she was determined to not let it bother her. She had already sacrificed all pride even walking up to the group, let alone shoving Percy Jackson into a closet with her. There was no turning back now.

"I have a proposition for you," she said.

Percy raised his eyebrows in amusement, "And what do you think you have that I would want?"

This was Annabeth's secret bargaining chip. She would never go into a confrontation without one.

"I'll tutor you," she stated simply.

She knew that Percy was failing Math. Annabeth was one of the students who offered to tutor others in lower classes. She was in Honors Calculus, and Percy was in Pre-Calculus. It would be easy to tutor him in a class she had taken last year.

Percy was still skeptical, though. Nobody did things like this without some serious reciprocation. Besides, he had long since given up on doing better in school. It was better to just make other think you weren't trying than to let them know you were stupid.

Still, he was interested. "And what do you want in return...?"

"A date." If Percy had been drinking something, he would have done a spit-take.

"I'm sorry, WHAT?!" he exclaimed.

Annabeth sighed. This is going to be harder than I thought.

"I want you to be my date to a family dinner," she over-pronounced every word to make sure he heard it all.

Percy was gaping like a fish out of water. He couldn't believe this! Why would someone like ANNABETH CHASE want HIM of all people to be her date, to a family dinner no less!

"You're joking, right? This was some sort of prank?" he said.

Annabeth wished that were true.

"No, this is not a prank. I really need you to be my date. I'm desperate," she sighed. "Why do you think I'm asking you?"

It was still pretty hard to believe, but Percy was trying to warm up to the idea. He really didn't want to see that same disappointed look on his mother's face the next time he came home with another failing grade.

"Alright, I'll consider it. I need more information first," he said.

Honestly, Percy was even surprising himself. How he was managing to not make a fool out of himself right now was a mystery and a miracle.

"We can't do that here," Annabeth pointed out, glancing around the tight space they were in.

"You're right," Then an idea came to Percy, "What if we go to your house. I'm gonna have to get to know you better, anyway."

Plus, Percy had a feeling that it would get under her skin to have him around her things, and annoying people was apparently what he did best. Even if this little deal did go well, he still had a reputation to uphold. He was the bad boy, the kid who you don't want dating your daughter, or whatever. For that reason, he wanted to make sure he knew what he was getting into first.

"Fine," Annabeth ground out through clenched teeth.

She was already regretting this decision.

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"Oh, no. I'm not getting on that thing," Annabeth planted her feet onto the ground.

After Percy had texted his friends saying he was heading home, him and Annabeth had gone out to the parking lot, and since Annabeth had missed her ride, their only options were walking or taking Percy's motorcycle. She would rather walk.

"Come on, blondie! Let's just get out of here!" Percy was getting agitated.

He did not want to be seen letting Annabeth onto his bike. He was known for not letting anyone touch it, let alone ride it.

"Do you know what the fatality rate for motorcyclists is?" she exclaimed.

Percy sighed, "No, and I really don't care. You can wear the helmet. We'll be fine. It's only, like, three miles, right?"

She had told Percy her address when he asked, and he had known the neighborhood. However, she was still refusing to get on that death trap.

Percy let out an almost animalistic growl, "Chase, get on the damn bike before someone sees you doing it and thinks we're going to hook up, or something."

Her eyes widened in fear. From him or the idea of hooking up with him, Percy didn't know, but it got the job done. She grabbed the helmet from his hands and slid onto the bike seat behind him.

He kicked the bike into gear and the engine roared to life, "Hold on!"

Tentatively, Annabeth wrapped her arms around his torso. Once she was secured, he hit the gas and they drove off campus.

Annabeth didn't want to admit it, but Percy was really warm and comforting. It was intoxicating just to be this close to him. His scent reminded her of a warm day at the beach, and she had to hold herself back from hugging him close when he sped up. She did not like Percy Jackson, and that was the end of it. This was just a business deal.

Percy was going through a similar problem. He thought that having Annabeth Chase's arms wrapped around him would make him flinch away, but he found himself leaning back into her embrace. It was so confusing. They had barely talked. The last time he had held something resembling a conversation with her was in Freshman Orientation four years ago.

He was lost in his thoughts, but he was still able to navigate his way to her house. He had lived in New York his whole life, and it was almost muscle memory getting everywhere by now.

"We're here," he told her as he turned the bike off in front of her apartment building.

She had subconsciously tucked her face into his back as the wind whipped against it on the trip. As soon as she realized, she jumped up from the bike and started taking the helmet off.

"Well...let's get inside," she said, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.

Percy cleared his throat, "Right."

He climbed off, grabbed his bag, and followed Annabeth into her building and up the stairs. She hadn't spoken again, so he just followed her lead.

Stopping on the third floor platform, she silently walked into the hallway. She led them to apartment 3E before taking out a set of house-keys from her pocket and unlocking the door.

Before they could get farther than the entryway, she rounded back around at him, "Stay quiet. I don't want anyone knowing you're here."

"Got it," he nodded, resisting the urge to make a sarcastic remark. For some reason, he felt that it wasn't the right time to.

They tiptoed their way to the third door down before Annabeth once again shoved him into a room with her. Except this one was larger, cleaner, and brighter. Annabeth's room was nothing like he would expect. It was clean in the sense that there were no clothes sitting around in random places, but it was cluttered like nobody's business. Her desk was overflowing with blueprints and pencils and pens, and her large bookcase was bulging with more books than Percy had even heard of. She had an old fashioned, white dresser on the right covered in lotions and perfumes and other girl products. And then her bed: a white frame with a fluffy grey comforter and two marshmallow-like pillows. Even looking at it made him want to pass out. Upon further inspection, Percy saw that there were already three books sitting on the mattress, and two more on the nightstand. He knew she was smart, but not that she was a bookworm, though he supposed that came with being smart. You enjoyed doing things that others struggled with.

That just made him bitter towards her again. People like her used to patronize him all the time for his dyslexia and ADHD, and it pushed him to become who he was today. What right did they have to act all high-and-mighty just because they were a part of the few who did well in school?

Annabeth's voice broke through his thoughts, "Sorry for the mess. I didn't expect company today."

"It's whatever," he grumbled, crawling back into his rock-hard, badboy shell.

"Oh. Alright," Annabeth muttered, confused by his sudden change in demeanor, "Why don't we sit down and get started?"

She plopped herself down on her fluffy rug and learned back against her bed, staring up at him in wait. With another grumble, Percy sat down next to her, pulling out an old pen from his pocket. Annabeth didn't want to question it, but it was so tempting, and she's never been the best at curving her curiosity.

"Why do you have that?" she pointed at the ballpoint pen.

"It was a gift from my dad. I guess I just keep it around now," he shrugged, trying to downplay the actual enormity of the meaning it held.

It was the last thing his father had given him before he died, and he cherished it. Only his close friends knew why he kept it with him, and that was because most of them were his cousins.

"Oh. That's cool, I guess," Annabeth tried to get back on topic, "What do you want to know?"

"Um...I guess who's going to be there, stuff about them, and stuff about you. I feel like I should know more about you if I'm meeting your family. That usually means you're important," Percy answered, surprising himself and Annabeth with the unusually strategic answer.

"Well, it's going to be this immediate family, two of my dad's sibling's families, and my dad's parents," Annabeth said, and Percy noted how she never said her family.

"I have my dad, step-mom, and two half-brothers, respectively Fredrick Chase, Helen Chase, and Bobby and Matthew Chase. Dad is a US history-buff, so just ask him about his model-planes and he'll talk your ear off for the rest of the night. Helen is kinda a prude, but if you compliment the food or decor, she'll probably love you. Bobby and Matt are pretty simple. They're thirteen-year-old twin boys, and they're not that hard to impress. Just talk about your motorcycle or video games or something, and they'll never stop asking questions," she took a big breath of air, "That's the immediate family."

"Now for my aunt and uncle's families. My Aunt Darcy is divorced with one son in college, Malcolm. He's great, but he might be a little overprotective, so just be prepared for that. And my Uncle Casey has a wife and two daughters. His wife is named Carol, and she's a lot like Helen, but much worse, so avoid her at all costs. Their kids are alright, if not a little spoiled. Their names are Alexandra and Cassandra, and their 14 and 16 respectively. Alexandra goes by Lexi, and Cassandra goes by Cass," Annabeth said.

She could tell that everything she was saying was overwhelming Percy, but they were almost done, so she kept explaining the inner workings of her messed-up family.

"My grandparents hate me, so that will automatically transfer to you. Their names are Mary and John Chase, though they'll probably tell you what they want to be called," she informed, "And that's it! The dinner is in 7 days, so the third day of winter break."

It was the Wednesday before break as they were talking, so they had a while to prepare. Some might think Annabeth was overinforming Percy, but she wasn't exaggerating on anything. She was the mistake her father made in college, and nobody wanted her, not even her own mother. Annabeth hadn't even seen her mother in two years. The most she got were impersonal birthday cards and two hundred dollars into her college savings account. She was not winning in the motherly-love department, that's for sure.

"What about you? Or us? We need a reason for why you're bringing ME to a family dinner," Percy said.

"I've planned for that. You're a friend from school named Percy. We'll figure more stuff out at the dinner as we come up with stuff. And what do you want to know about me?" she said.

"Basic stuff, I guess. Like your favorite color, animal, what you want to be, middle name, favorite song..." he started listing off.

"Grey, owl, architect, I don't have a middle name, and I guess Immortals or The Run and Go," Annabeth answered.

That shocked Percy. Annabeth didn't seem like the kind of girl to listen to Fall Out Boy.

"You listen to Fall Out Boy?" Percy questioned.

"Sure, they're great," Annabeth shrugged, getting up and grabbing her backpack before sitting back down again, "But I feel like we should get a grasp on your studying situation now."

Percy really didn't feel like studying, but he knew he had to, "Fine."

"Great! Let's get started. Now what unit are you guys on right now?" she exclaimed, feigning excitement.

Honestly Annabeth didn't know what to expect going in besides a struggle. She had a pretty good idea of Percy's grades at the moment, and it would be a journey getting them to rise. However, she never backs down from a challenge, so she grabbed an old textbook, some scratch paper, and a couple pencils before sitting next to the mysterious bad boy of Goode High.

Little did she know, Annabeth was in for a lot more than she bargained for...

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"Annabeth!" Percy called out, running up to her in the hallways.

Annabeth's friends all turned to look at her in various degrees of shock. She just gave them a sheepish look in return. So what if she had conveniently forgot to tell them about her deal with Percy? It's not like it was that important, anyway.

It was the last day before break, Friday, and Percy was stressing about the test he had next period. It was in Math, and he knew that him and Annabeth had worked really hard getting him prepared the days before, but he was still convinced he was going to fail.

"I'm so screwed," he said as he reached her, not even paying a mind to her friends watching this interaction in confusion, "I'm so gonna fail!"

"Percy, you are going to do fine. You are prepared for this," Annabeth assured.

"No, I'm not! Everything you taught me is gone! It ran away in fear!" he protested.

Annabeth tried not to laugh, but a small smile graced her lips, "Just take a breath and relax. You're going to do great."

Personally, Percy thought that was a load of crap, but at that precise moment, he realized that almost everyone around them was staring at the baddest boy in school talking to the nerdiest girl, so he shut up. He turned and gave everyone his best wolf glare before walking away.

Annabeth watched him go with a fond sigh.

Then, she mentally slapped herself. Get a hold of yourself! You do NOT like Percy Jackson, she thought. There was no way.

It was hard not to, though. Annabeth didn't like lying to herself, so she admitted that she thought Percy was pretty hot. But they would never work. For starters, there was their respective social statuses. And then there's also the tiny part about how they even started becoming "friends" or whatever else you call their relationship.

So, she took a deep breath before walking to her first class, ignoring her friend's threats about interrogations later.

At lunch, before Annabeth could even make it to the cafeteria, a hand latched onto her arm and pulled her up to the roof. Of course, she realized it was Percy pretty fast, but she was still confused on what was going on.

When they got up there, he pulled up to the same spot from Wednesday and took a piece of paper out of his bag. He held it up proudly in front of her face without a word, displaying the large red B- on the paper.

Her face broke out into a grin and before she could realize what she was doing, Annabeth jumped up into his arms.

"Oh my god! You did it! Congrats!" she exclaimed.

He chuckled, and put her down before saying, "Thanks! The teacher graded it for me right after. I don't think I've gotten this good of a grade ever!"

"Well, now you have," Annabeth couldn't help it, she gave him one more, sweeter, hug.

"I couldn't have done it without you," Percy said, placing a calloused hand on her cheek.

Annabeth blushed and shook her head, "No, you did this all by yourself. I just helped push you along a little."

And, GOD, she smiled that cute smile and Percy really wanted to kiss her. Then he realized what he had just thought and quickly pulled his hand down. No, Percy was impulsive, but he wasn't that stupid.

Inside, Annabeth was a little disappointed, but she didn't show it on the outside. She just smiled at him once more before taking a step away.

Percy cleared his throat, "Well, I've gotta get going...somewhere. I'll see you Wednesday."

"Oh! Right. Yeah. See you Wednesday," Annabeth responded before remembering, "Oh! I almost forgot, dress nicely."

Percy grimaced, but he figured he owed her for helping him get this grade, so he nodded while opening the roof access door.

Both of them had a lot to think about. There was no way they were developing feelings for each other. It was impossible. Percy was Percy, and Annabeth was Annabeth. There was no Percy and Annabeth or Annabeth and Percy. They were two separate people in two completely different parts of the high school caste system.

Ω❖Ω

Annabeth was freaking out. It was a stupid idea to begin with, but she still did it. She let her emotions control her, and it led her to that morning; the morning of the dinner.

She was pacing back and forth, running a path along her carpet in her bedroom. She had two outfits laid out on her bed, but she wasn't too worried about those yet. What she was worried about was Percy. Annabeth had started to somewhat trust him, but as soon as she had woken up that morning, every possible way he could let her down popped into her head.

Sure, she kinda wanted him to surprise her father by his appearance, but that was only as a small act of rebellion. Her father had mentioned that he hadn't seen any boys around ever, and that he was concerned about her social life. Therefore, she decided to give him the opposite of what boy you bring home to your parents. She was giving him Percy Jackson.

Oh, she was such an idiot!! There was no way Percy was going to follow through with his side of the deal, he had already gotten what he wanted. She helped him pass his math test, and now she wasn't needed anymore. He could cut her loose, just like her mother.

Annabeth felt her chest constrict in anticipation of an anxiety attack. She knew what was going on, and how to handle it. These weren't uncommon with her. So, she sat herself down on her bed and started counting her breathing. Inhale two three four, hold two three four, exhale two three four, repeat. Soon enough, she was calming down, and then her mind realized how irrational she had been acting. There was no reason to doubt Percy until he gave her one. She had to put her trust in him, something she had done to hardly anyone.

But she had already committed, and Annabeth Chase does not back down from challenges. She could do this.

Ω❖Ω

Percy was also freaking out.

Okay, so not as badly as Annabeth, but it was bad in its own right. He had admitted days ago that he felt something more than friendship towards Annabeth, but he still refused to believe it was a crush. Percy Jackson didn't get crushes. Or at least, that's what everyone in school believed, and in high school, your reputation is hard to get rid of (mostly because nobody wants to). So what if he let everyone believe he was a womanizer? It's not like it was true, and he and his friends knew that. He respected women more than probably every boy in Goode. Being raised by Sally Jackson tends to do that to you.

So there he was, freaking out over not having anything to wear. Don't get him wrong, Percy had plenty of clothes, but not one of them was appropriate for a "formal dinner." And if he had any chance of furthering his relationship with Annabeth, he had to be perfect. This night had to be perfect, for her.

Oh god, he sounded like a lovesick puppy!

He took one last look at his closet before falling back onto his bed in defeat. That was when an idea struck him. Thalia, his cousin, had a brother (who could also be classified as a cousin), and he was dating Piper, a total fashionista. They had only really interacted a couple of times, but he knew that she was a nice person. If anyone could pull him out of the ditch he had dug himself, it would be her. The only problem with his plan was how he was going to convince her. He hadn't even told his mom about the deal with Annabeth, let alone his little cousin's girlfriend!

In his typical Percy way, he decided to just wing it.

He grabbed his phone off his bedside table and pulled up Jason's contact, which was labeled "Sparky." Percy quickly sent a text asking for Piper's number, and it took a while to convince Jason that he wasn't trying to make a move on her, but he eventually got it.

With speed his dyslexic brain didn't know it was capable of, he texted Piper, letting her know who he was and telling her it was urgent for her to get to his apartment. She responded with a question mark, and he let out a groan of frustration.

Didn't she understand that this was a life or death situation?!

Finally, he just decided to call Piper. His tone of voice would hopefully sway her.

"What do you want, Jackson?" she answered on the first ring.

"I need your help," he answered.

"Too bad. I don't feel like committing any felonies today, sorry," she said.

"No, nothing like that! I need you to come to my apartment," he responded.

She scoffed, "I'm definitely not doing that. What's this about?"

With a sigh, Percy relented in a whisper, "I need your fashion advice."

"Sorry, what was that? You need to speak up," she said.

"I said, I need your fashion advice. Actually, I need your help dressing for a formal dinner," he answered.

She actually burst out laughing.

"This isn't funny, Piper," he grumbled.

"No no, you're right. This is hilarious! Percy Jackson, asking for fashion advice for a formal dinner!" she broke out into another bout of laughter.

"McLean! Are you gonna help me or not?" Percy snapped.

The girl in question took a deep, calming breath before answering, "Sure. I'll be there in 20."

Without waiting for his response, she hung up.

Percy had the strange feeling that he had just made a huge mistake as he settled onto his living room couch, waiting to open the door for Piper.

Ω❖Ω

"Annabeth! Come down here! I need your help!" Helen called from downstairs.

Annabeth had managed to distract herself for another couple of hours with homework and reading, but now her step mother wanted her to help with preparations, which would only remind her that the dinner was coming up. She didn't want to be reminded, but she also wasn't in the mood for a fight with Helen. So, she pulled herself up from her desk chair and went downstairs.

What she found was not the downstairs of her home. It was completely different. Decorations were set up everywhere, and the living room had been stripped clean of any of Bobby and Matthew's toys. The dining room was where she found Helen, who was hurriedly setting the table.

Annabeth was a little confused. Last she checked, they still had an hour before anyone would be showing up, so why was Helen acting like they had five minutes?

"Helen?" she asked, "You do know we have another hour, right?"

Her step mother's head snapped up, "Yes, I do know that. That's why I'm rushing. I still have to finish making the food, and put more presents under the tree, and finish setting the table, and get your brothers to clean up upstairs. We're running out of time!"

Annabeth really didn't want to comfort Helen, but she seemed like she really needed it.

"I'll help you. We'll get it all done, okay? It's gonna be okay," she said, "Why don't you go finish dinner while I finish setting the table? Then we can get ready while the boys clean up upstairs. We'll figure out the rest after."

"O-okay. Just make sure it all matches! Lord knows I have enough issues with your grandparents already," Helen agreed with a deep breath.

"Bye," Annabeth nudged when Helen didn't move.

"Right! Bye," she walked into the kitchen.

With a sigh, Annabeth continued her stepmother's work. She knew that this dinner had to be perfect for more than just her now.

Ω❖Ω

"Thank god you're here!" Percy pulled Piper through the front door and to his bedroom, ignoring her sounds of shock and protest.

"What are you doing?!" she exclaimed.

"I told you. I need your help," Percy answered.

He pointed towards his closet, which was disappointing him more with every passing minute. Why couldn't he just be a good closet and produce some nice clothes to wear? Was that so much to ask?

"Okay, I know that, but can I have some background info? Like who you're doing this for?" Piper said.

"No," he answered on instinct.

No way was he telling her that it was for a sorta-date with Annabeth Chase. He knew her reputation of being a total matchmaker, and he was not in the mood for her canoodling. It was just part of a deal. He had to keep that mindset if he had any chance of getting through the night.

Okay, so he wasn't being completely honest with himself! So what?

"Percy, I need to know what kind of event I'm dressing you for," Piper said in a gentle, but urgent tone, "I promise I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to."

She seemed to be serious, so Percy relented, "I'm going to a formal dinner with Annabeth Chase's family."

Whatever she had been thinking, his answer clearly wasn't it. Her face split into one of shock and then giddiness.

"I knew it! Jason said I was crazy, but I knew it! You like her! Oh, you guys are such a cute couple!" she exclaimed, practically jumping up and down in excitement.

Percy rushed to correct her, "No no no! We're not dating! We made a deal. I would go to this dinner with her if she became my tutor."

Piper's face fell.

"Oh. Well, I guess I can still help you," she muttered, "But I still think you guys would make the cutest couple!"

Percy let out a sigh of relief. He had started to get really worried there.

Some might think it was odd for him to put this much effort into a date, but this was just the real him; the one he hid from the world. He refused to let anyone take away his power now; to hurt him. No more Gabes.

But that was all in the past.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he yelled.

"No problem," Piper responded before walking up to his closet and starting to file through his clothes.

Every so often, she would make a click of disapprovement, or she would sigh in exasperation, but she never looked up at him. For the longest time, Percy had to hold in his comments. He figured that it was best to be silent while she worked.

This was her specialty, after all.

Piper pulled out a couple of random clothes and tossed them onto his bed.

"This is the best I could do. You seriously need some new clothes, by the way," she said.

By the way she was gazing at his clothes, it almost seemed like Piper was physically hurting for his lack of style. He wasn't sure whether to laugh or be offended.

She had pulled out a black button-up that he never remembered buying, and a pair of new, dark jeans. He would've never worn any of the items, so he concluded that his mother must have bought them for him when she still thought his choice of clothing was just a phase he was going through.

"Put them on!" Piper ordered when she saw him just staring at the outfit.

"Alright, alright. Can you turn around please?" he said, going to lift his shirt off.

She scoffed but complied.

Once he had finished, he told her she could look, and then they just stood in silence for a second. It worried Percy that Piper hadn't said a single word, and was just staring at him.

"Well...?" he prodded.

"Damn! You clean up good, Jackson," she exclaimed, finally.

He let out a laugh, but a slight blush was dusting his cheeks. So what if he wasn't actually a punky badboy? That was for him to know, and for nobody at school to find out.

The only reason he let Piper see this side of him is because it was obvious that Jason was going to marry her eventually. It was kinda sickening how cute they could be sometimes.

"Alright, how long until you need to be there?" Piper asked.

He checked his phone and let out a noise of panic once he saw the time: 4:30 PM. He had to be there at five, which meant he had to leave, like, now.

"Crap, I'm late!" he yelled, rushing around his room gathering his phone, wallet, shoes, and keys.

All he recognized was Piper's muffled laughter as he hurriedly left and told her to lock up on her way out. He didn't even care that he was walking in socks on the New York City sidewalks, just that he got into the car as soon as possible.

The car he was driving was an old, beat-up, blue Prius that his step-dad, Paul, owned. Percy had asked to borrow it for the night so that he would look more meet the parents-like.

It seemed he was starting to come to the conclusion that he really wanted something real with Annabeth. Maybe even accepting it, screw his reputation!

Ω❖Ω

He was late. That's all Annabeth's mind could focus on as she tugged on her nude, strappy heels for the night. She had decided to go with a lacy, burgundy, off-the-shoulder dress that ends at just above the knees. She was, of course, wearing her lotus flower necklace (a gift from her mother years ago), and her ears had some simple diamond studs. She had given herself a slight grey smokey-eye and a nude lip. Annabeth wanted to go with her natural curls, so all she did was make them slightly more organized.

To some families, this might seem like a bit much, but to the Chase's it was normal. They prided themselves on regalty and opulence. Annabeth had never liked that, but it was easier to comply with her father's wishes rather than fight them.

But back to Percy's tardiness.

He wasn't actually late, but he wasn't there when she told him to be. She told him to be there at five, rather than 5:30, because she wanted to get the immediate family introductions over with first. Plus, Annabeth liked to plan for things. Planning meant no possibilities of mistakes, and Percy was messing-up her plans.

Just as she was ready to call him and chew him out for being late, there was a ring from the doorbell, and Annabeth was dashing downstairs. She had hoped to beat Bobby and Matthew, but apparently, luck wasn't on her side that night because when she got there, she saw the twins standing in the doorway looking up at Percy in confusion.

Her half-brothers hadn't yet learned how to not be blunt, and it was showing in that moment.

"Who are you?"

"You're not supposed to be here."

"I'm Percy, Annabeth's date," Percy replied in his perfectly smooth voice.

"Bobby! Matthew! Go away!" she ordered before they could ask more questions.

Percy's head shot up at her voice, and his mouth literally fell open. His eyes tracked up and down her body slowly, growing wider by every inch while Annabeth just stood that with a light blush coating her cheeks.

"You're drooling," she joked.

"You look beautiful," he said.

She gave him a big smile and grabbed his hand, "Come on, let's meet the 'rents."

"Yay..." he cheered half-heartedly.

She pulled him over to the kitchen, where her father and step-mother were finishing up dinner preparations. She cleared her throat to get their attention and they both looked up, shocked at what they found.

Clearly, they hadn't believed Annabeth when she told them she was bringing a date.

"Dad, Helen, this is Percy Jackson. Percy, this is my dad and step-mom," she introduced, awkwardly waving her hand between the two groups.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Chase," Percy shook both their hands.

Annabeth, internally, was shocked, but she just beamed proudly on the outside. Who knew Percy Jackson had manners?

"Nice to meet you too, Percy," Helen said.

Mr. Chase just nodded, skeptic eyes analyzing every bit of Percy. His eyes locked onto something peeking up from under his shirt collar.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing to the blemish on the boy's skin.

That was the last thing Percy wanted to answer. He had tried to hide his tattoos, but the one on the back of his neck was hard to hide. It was trident.

"Oh," he glanced at Annabeth before answering, "It's a tattoo."

He might as well just get straight to the point, right?

Fredrick Chase raised his eyebrows at his daughter, who chose to not be phased. She had known Percy had tattoos going into this, and it just added to the appeal of rebellion against her parents.

"Any special meaning?" he asked.

"Um...it's a trident. It's for my father, who died in the Navy," Percy answered, shocking even Annabeth.

She hadn't known his father had died, or that he had been in the Navy. She had just figured he was one of those teens who got tattoos with no meaning. Guess even she could be wrong sometimes, and a lot of that was happening around Percy.

She guessed it just proved the "don't judge a book by its cover" thing.

"Interesting," Mr. Chase mused, but didn't comment any further.

He instead chose to continue cooking, so Annabeth grabbed Percy again and pulled him into the living room, where her brothers were playing.

"Boys, this is Percy," she said, getting their attention.

Their heads snapped up in almost-perfect sync.

"We know," Matthew answered, "We met him at the door."

"Right," she said, unsure of what else to say after that.

"Are you guys dating?" Bobby asked.

"No, we're not," Annabeth answered.

"Cuz Percy said that he was your date," Bobby continued.

"Well that's not the same as dating," Annabeth clarified.

"You guys seem like you're dating," Matthew said.

Annabeth and Percy looked at each other, noticing that they had gravitated to sit right next to each other on the couch, with Percy's arm resting behind her. It felt so natural, that they hadn't noticed their bodies doing it.

Neither of them knew what else to say to that statement, but they didn't have to because there was another ring of the doorbell soon after. Annabeth hopped up to go answer it, and she found that it was actually the entire rest of the family, punctual as always. The funny thing was, she didn't even bat an eyelash at it; just welcomed them in and took her grandparents' coats.

As they were walking further into the house, Malcolm walked up to her and whispered, "And so it begins."

She let out a snort, but tried to hide it with a cough.

Unfortunately, he wasn't so far off. Family gatherings were one of two things in her household: loud and full of anger, or silent and awkward. There was no in- between.

As they got into the living room, she noticed that everyone was staring at Percy, who hadn't even noticed it yet. He had gotten down onto the floor and was playing cars with Bobby and Matt. That sight brought a smile to her face for a moment, before she realized that she had to explain why there was a "stranger" in the house, playing with her little brothers.

She walked up to Percy and pulled him up, "Guys, this is Percy. Percy, this is my Aunt Darcy, Malcolm, Uncle Casey, Aunt Carol, and Lexi and Cass."

He waved awkwardly, making Annabeth do an internal face-palm. He had done so well up until that point!

Nobody really introduced themselves, and that was fine by Annabeth. The less confrontation, the better.

The group dissipated and spread throughout the house, with only Malcom staying in the living room. He had a major scowl going on, and he was staring down Percy, who seemed pretty intimidated by it for some reason.

Honestly, he was intimidated by Malcom. He wanted to impress Annabeth's family because he kinda wanted to date the girl! It was crucial that at least some of them enjoy his presence, or at least tolerate it.

"Hey, I'm Percy," he held out a hand for Malcom to shake.

He ignored it and just continued to analyze every inch of the teenager who was "dating" his little cousin.

"I'm Malcom, Annabeth's cousin. What are your intentions with her?" he got straight to the point.

"Um," Percy swallowed, "I would like to continue hanging out with her. She's really nice."

He wanted to punch himself. 'She's really nice'?! Stupid, Percy! Stupid, Percy!

Malcom still still didn't seem happy with Percy being there, but he decided to not continue any interrogations, so that was a plus.

Annabeth let out a sigh of relief, and pulled Percy down onto the couch with her. Not even caring about the implications of it, she rested her head against his shoulder and intertwined her fingers with his. It was all very coupley, but she didn't care. That was what she wanted this to lead to, right? And it seemed like Percy was the kind of guy who needed clear signals, and this was about as clear as she could get without straight-up kissing him.

Percy didn't end up commenting on it, but he did let a small, discrete smile slip onto his face. He had gotten the signals, and now he had a plan.

Ω❖Ω

Dinner ended up going relatively smoothly, for a Chase dinner at least. The adults held a sorta-steady conversation, while the kids occasionally talked. The most-common topic amongst the teens was Percy. Cassandra and Alexandra were extremely happy to learn more about the boy, as they so-obviously were attracted to him. Annabeth wasn't sure whether to be jealous or amused that Percy played along with them.

When the night was drawing to a close, and the extended family members had finished saying their goodbyes, Annabeth led Percy to his car. She wanted some privacy for this conversation.

But it was a little distracting that Percy Jackson, badboy, owned a blue Prius. Sure, it was his step-dad's but still!

"This is too great! Leo's gonna love this!" she exclaimed, laughing.

"Haha, so funny. Are you done?" Percy deadpanned.

"Sure, sure," she gasped, and then moved to a more serious tone, "But I do want to talk to you about something else."

"What is it?" Percy asked, leaning back against the car door.

He didn't want to worry, but his mind jumped to conclusions he didn't even know it could. What if she didn't want to talk to him ever again? What if she needed him to commit a murder? What if she was pregnant?! Okay, that last one's a little far-fetched, but his mind is a little odd, okay? Leave it be.

"I was wondering..." she started.

"Yes?" he nudged her with his foot..

"Would you maybe want to go on a real date?" she sped out.

Percy grinned, "Are you sure you wanna go out with rebellious teen Percy Jackson? Won't I be a bad influence?"

Annabeth smirked, "That's what I'm counting on."

And oh god, that was not the right thing to say to him unless she wanted to be kissed. Absolutely not.

Percy said in a very serious voice, "I'm going to kiss you now."

Annabeth smiled, "Okay."

Then his lips were on her, and the metaphorical fireworks were going off, and confetti was being thrown, and everything around them was blocked out, and it was perfect. Their lips fit perfectly with each other, one slightly-chapped and the other plump and moist.

Percy could kiss Annabeth all day, and it felt like they did when they pulled away, breathing heavily and trying to catch their breaths. They had basically just started making out eventually, but people (unfortunately) have to breathe at some point.

"Wow," is all Percy could come up with.

Annabeth giggled, and it was the best thing Percy had ever heard, "Very intelligent, Seaweed Brain."

"Seaweed Brain, huh?"

"It just slipped out, but I think it kinda fits," she answered.

"Fine, then I get to call you...Wise Girl," he declared, settling his hands lightly on her hips.

"You know that's a compliment, right?" Annabeth said.

"Whatever, it fits," he said.

And that was such a Percy statement that Annabeth had to give him one more peck on the lips. Then, she pulled away and started to walk backwards towards her house.

"I'll text you!" Percy called.

"I'll be waiting for it!" she called back.

And, okay, so maybe the dinner wasn't how they planned, but it was better.

Ω❖Ω

Part 2? This can also be found on FF, Ao3, Inkitt, Wattpad, and Webnovel.

#percabeth #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Hereos of Olympus #teen #Goode High School #romance #Christmas

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disdaidal · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Questions

Nobody tagged me, I just stole this.

How many works do you have on AO3?

4 fics. I haven’t written a lot I know. But I have more ideas and I want to.

What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

12595.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On AO3, only Harringrove. On Livejournal (and other fanfiction sites), I wrote mainly jrock fanfiction (band rps, yes) and some KieferLou.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Well since I only have 4, I can’t do top 5. 😂

It’s Always Been You (drunk Billy, love confession, yay)

Count Harrington (my first fic on AO3, two dorks celebrating Halloween together)

I Want To See (All Of You) (Steve showing some love for Billy’s scars)

My Pain Brought You To Me (Bills with a migraine, Steve looking after, still a wip ughh)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes. Haven’t got many of them and I love getting comments, so I always try to reply back.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t do angsty endings, sorry. I may be a cliché, but I want my boys to have a happy ending.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I probably did a couple of crossovers back in the jrock fandom, but mostly just pairing members from different bands together. Gotta tell ya, I’m not a huge fan of crossovers in general.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Given that English is not my first language, I did get some mean comments on my grammar back in the day. Even when I used beta readers lmao. I think the meanest comment I got was in my own language though. This person came to give me a long-ass comment, basically criticizing my characterization, their actions and well – pretty much everything that just happened to annoy them. I guess it made them feel better about themselves. :) I got so pissed off that I ended up deleting that fic in the end. Thus, I also stopped writing fanfiction for a long time, became overly critical of my stuff.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yup, though none of my AO3 fics have any explicit stuff yet (I plan to write some for that wip though, hehe). But umm… I’ve rp’d Harringrove with another person for almost a year now and we’ve written a lot of smutty scenes together already, so. I guess I’m really into dirty talk. And the boys doing it in all kinds of places, not just the usual bedroom. And sex toys too.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

As if. xD Please.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Back when I still used Livejournal, somebody translated one of my ficlets into Italian. <3 I was so honored. I think I still have it saved somewhere.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I’ve only rp:d.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Ahh man, I can’t answer this. I currently really love Harringrove, but I’ve had a long history in shipping in many different fandoms so I can’t possibly pick just one. They’ve all been important to me, more or less.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Last year when Resident Evil 3 Remake came out, I actually started to write this one Carlos/Jill fic. I got as far as writing chapter two and I had it all planned (for once), and my original plan was making it 6 chapters long. But yeaaahh… who knows, maybe I’ll write it and even publish it some day. Haven’t wanted to put it up because no guarantees that I will ever finish it and don’t want to disappoint people.

What are your writing strengths?

I don’t know. I’d like to say I pay more attention to my grammar these days but that’s not entirely true, because my shit brain keeps malfunctioning and voila – there are missing words and other dumb stuff all across my writing. xD I guess I’m good at rambling and describing stuff? Cause I seem unable to keep things short. Dunno if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

The fact that I get such vivid ideas in my head, but my fingers can’t seem to type that all down, and I get overwhelmed by it. And I still ramble a lot.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Umm… If there are a couple of lines there and there, I guess it’s okay. But if there’s a lot of it, I’ll lose my interest very quickly. This thing happened quite regularly in the jrock fandom (people mixing Japanese with English) and it became confusing to read, especially if you weren’t familiar with those words/phrases yourself. So I’d advise to keep it at minimum if you fic is going to be written mainly in English. But yeah, I mean that’s just my opinion (don’t kill me pls).

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

This is going to be a little embarrassing to admit but when I was 14/15, I was very much into this one band from my country and sort of wrote a self-insert story with them. xD But that’s all I’m gonna say about it rofl.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Out of the ones that I’ve published on AO3… Probably My Pain Brought You To Me. I wrote it specifically for someone else, so I got very invested in it. I’ve also got most comments on it and some people actually subscribed it too. So, I really intend to finish it.

I’m tagging @gothyringwald, @lazybakerart and @wingedbears because your fics have given me so much life recently. ♥ But I welcome other writers to take this too and tag me into it, so I can read your responses. :3

#fic writer questions #fanfiction #tag games #writing #sorry i'm a little bit drunk right now

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alphaofdarkness · 4 years ago

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I wish to know more of your awesome OCs!! So, 19, 22(or maybe as an alternative if they don't, something you mischaracterize on some of them by mistake? Odd, but I sometimes mess up my own ocs XD), 23, 24, 26, and 32 for the OC questions!!

Oh! You beautiful person you! 💖🥺 Of course I shall tell you more about my many, many ocs! Hopefully I can fulfill! 🥰🤗

More undercut because this turned out to be very long ~ 😅

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why).

Aw, honestly all my OC’s mean so much to me! It is hard to play favorites sometimes lol. Though, if I had to choose, I’m going with two of them!

Samantha, or Sam, is definitely my baby and has definitely developed so much from her original self. Nonetheless, still the same shy, curious girl who has a big role to uphold as chosen Beta to her Alpha. Plus, being a Legendary Wolf Warrior of Light, even more so! Still, despite many the many hardships and obstacles she has faced, she is still hopeful and a total sweetheart. She just wants a settled life and live her with her closest pack mates.

I have definitely put her though the ringer a lot, emotionally and even explored just several internal things with her. I know Danielle is meant to be me in a sense, but personality and emotional wise, I am more like this lovely Angel. Best girl and everyone loves her!

Second is definitely Danielle (my BsD self insert). Personally, because I have started to embrace her and give her more of my personality and who I really am. Still keeping her as her own person with her struggles, in some aspects, but giving her more of me as well. She has definitely allowed me to have some more self love for myself. Even if it is come and go on most days. She has just grown to be more of a gradual part of me in the recent years since I got into Bsd. I truly love her as she gives me a reason to embrace the parts of me I never would have considered so much or even just not like about me.

Self shipping has definitely also helped, I just love Dany very much and hold her close, please she may be stubborn but she is hella fragile ;;;w;;;

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

Hm, I wouldn't say anyone has mischaracterized my characters so much that I know of, maybe my parents whenever there is a moment they see my Oc’s and just make a judgement on them on the spot lol.

I suppose me mischaracterizing my OCs would probably be the Seven Deadly Soul Sins? Maybe ^^, These seven, practically, ghost entities of the Seven Deadly Sins are meant to be perceived as the worst possible people/wolves. Their existence is the reason people do bad things and are the negative contrast to the Legendary Wolf Warriors.

Take an old, unfinished draw of all 7 of them together~

I know what they are, how they behave, what their very existence and presence entails. However, I have come to the bad tendency of redemption in my line of story telling, I often find myself back and forth whether there is any redeemable qualities that should be given to them considering their very existence and such. Envy, or Evelyn, is one that I can definitely see having something on that accord, but she is still at her core bad.

I don't know if I am saying this correctly or even answering the question well lol. But yeah, I say my Deadly Sin OC’s often can be mischaracterized in a way. I can definitely picture them being top favs if my story was an actual thing. I support the fans in all they come lol ^^

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

I can't think of one I changed too much out of concern for what they are like that I can remember to be quite honest ^^,

I guess maybe Wisler? I know when I first came up with the start up concept of the LWW, I never intended for him to be a previous Warrior. It was always meant to be Dany’s Aunt who possessed it and Wisler was just a precautious elder wolf who needed to teach her to better her powers, less she gives it up like his daughter had.

Of course, the whole concept and idea, just gives way for him to have been a possible warrior in the past. If anything I just the developed the idea more and made it more of a tragedy for Wisler. Normally, the concept of being a LWW is meant to be a blessing, a gift bestowed by a greater power, but to him, after giving up his power and remaining upon the world, he just sees it as a curse. Pride only solidified that into his mind. Nonetheless, he becomes a mentor to the other warriors to better themselves and keep them from giving up their power.

Second, was more of a momentary interest in the Chronicles of Narnia and being ever so salty about Susan being left behind, while her family died and went to Narnia ;;;w;;;

Silly thing really, but literally chose, out of all the warriors, Lidia to be the one to be left alive, from whatever scenario I had at the time, because she refused her soul gift of the LWW’s. It was a momentary silly concept, I don't know why I would chose her for this scenario at all, she doesn’t deserve that ;;w;;

If anything, the ones that I can picture are Yamato and Danielle, just because of their mental state and emotional turmoil under such a heavy weight of loss. It was a silly concept I had thought of once, and just cry little at the thought ;;w;;

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

Heck, I would love to meet all of them... and heavy apologize for all the hell I've put them all through ;;;w;;;

But Jason~ most definitely...Not cause I self ship myself with him or anything but UwU,,, He is a sweetheart and a beautiful boi ~ I want to love him and give him a soft life pls.

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

Ahh,,, All of them, in a way? ^^; my middle self was something else entirely~

I think design wise, most if not all my warriors, are still the same. Maybe just a few new upgrades in their fur shade, colored eyes, and maybe their human designs too. Most definitely will change more in the future, just for the sake of bettering myself to draw people.

Old, high school art~ Cringe

Any new design change is purely out of being in a more better mindset of design and just development of what make them unique. I have definitely changed all of their Soul Markings, I have changed Lidia’s name from Leafia recently, Taka’s formerly sky blue eyes to more of a pale green, Sora’s former tail scar to the claw ones on her shoulder, etc.

Origin, personality and relation wise on the other hand, GRADUAL SHIFT! Some points:

Sora, Yamato, and Takaru are heavily inspired by the Digimon Adventure kids of the same name, I kept their surnames of the ones from the series for a long time into at most Junior Year of High School. Til I learned, if I want to make them my own, I have to change this entirely!

So Sora, Yamato, and Takaru are definitely different entirely from their original selves, personality and kind of design wise.

Sam was kind of meant to be like Kari from Digimon in a way, but heavily refused to name her that or make her in similarity of the character.

Another Oc of mine named Jacob Wolfe was originally going to be the Warrior of Earth before I came up with Lidia.

There was originally meant to be just 5 Warriors, Lidia and Jason not yet part of it and, surprisingly, neither was Danielle.

Jason was originally named Damien and was kind of, for a while, Danielle’s twin sibling... Changed that drastically and entirely after renaming him to Jason.

Originally, had some other mythical beasts living amongst them in the Forest of Dreams, like dragons and gryphons for a while.

Originally, played with the idea of the warriors coming back to life if they didn't give up their powers, but... after much though it just became more of a “too cheesy of choice?” Especially for an ending thing before the next generation kids come in, it was just not an option after a while.

These are just some that I can think of at the top of my head at least, I am sure there is much more scrap things in my mind lol.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?

...God I don't want any of them to fecking die grueso-(I should shut my mouth actually),,, even though I will admit I did internally put my warriors into a shitty thought-out idea of them in a Final Destination scenario...

Ahh, may Yamato in a way as that stoic, hardened protagonist with the will too try and survive, Wrath is his counter self sin, I find that fitting in a way. Same with Jason, just because of his slight nativity to being a warrior and how he left his former abusive living from his alpha and stepfather. Oddly enough, maybe Sam? Just because of her ability to see the worst things to happen in the future, but I am not sure lol.

Am thinking of the new Resident Evil game I see floating around with some gamer youtubers and I can see Yamato and/or Jason in the position and setting.

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I truly enjoyed all these questions! It gave me time to think and reflect on my ocs! I do hope you enjoy some old, blurred and unfinished art from ya wolf girl~ I truly appreciate this and gives me the feels of validation! ;;;w;;;

#the legendary wolf warriors #alpha’s art #alpha howls #oc ask questions!#bsd oc #original character #alpha's ocs

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 4 years ago

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for the writers ask meme, 16 and 34 pls!

16. Cover love/dream covers?

Oooh this is something I’ve never thought about because I haven’t thought of publishing a novel in so long so I honestly don’t know?? I feel like I have dream covers more for... ~other people LOL but here’s a collage of my favourites:

Honestly not to flex on myself, but I also love... my own book covers that I make hehehe here are my ALL TIME faves:

Technically the Hunger Games recreation for Moth Work isn’t my design, but I’m SO proud of how it came out and how I managed to construct every piece of it! My favourite book cover I have ever designed and that I would LOVE to have in a similar style for a book of my own is the cover I designed for @shaelinwrites’ short story collection Pareidolia (second from the top left).

34. Unpopular writing thoughts/opinions?

I have... many (I brainstormed back when I was planning a video which is still in the works as I want to take as much time as possible to collect my thoughts). But those are:

1. Beta reading can be an inefficient way to get feedback and can be unethical

I actually don’t think beta-reading is evil or that no one should do it ever because I enjoy beta-reading for others and have had my work beta-read multiple times, I more have a problem with the commodification (in some sorts) of beta-readers in the online writing community (mostly authortube) and the expectations writers may have for beta-readers (being aware of these expectations and potential ethical hiccups would be the first step in creating a well-rounded, equitable beta reading process which is more than doable) *THIS IS MOSTLY IN REGARDS TO BETA-READING NOVELS*! I won’t go too far in this because I timelined the history of beta-readers over the last twenty years so there’s LOTS of info, but my main points are (and take these with a grain of salt, this is not black and white of course):

So much pressure and responsibility is placed on the beta but so little responsibility is placed on the writer soliciting their feedback.

Beta-reading has been deemed a new part of the writing process, but most importantly, a new free part of the writing process.

Beta-reading can reaffirm a power dynamic and therefore may not actually be as “unbiased” as we think.

Beta-readers are expected to do the work of a professional editor usually because a writer doesn’t have a critique partner or cannot interrogate their work themselves due to a lack of editing skill or confidence.

These are of course some of the negatives and not the positives so this may look harsh, and again, looking at this concept with nuance is IMO the most helpful! I think, when it comes to critique, as long as a consensual, equitable, personal, (and oftentimes, reciprocal) critique relationship is established, there’s nothing wrong with beta-reading, I’d just love to see these things be discussed more in the online writing sphere, specifically on authortube.

2. There is no ideal/easy/hard POV—you just might not know how to use them.

I’ve heard this sentiment before—that so and so point of view is better than another point of view. My take here is that there literally is no superior/easy/hard point of view—point of view is all in how the writer uses it. I’ve seen posts on here that go over the “pros” and “cons” of XYZ POV and while POVs will of offer different things and one may work “better” for a project than another, getting stuck in a mindset of “first person is easy, third person is hard” (for example) can often just be unproductive and unnecessarily dividing? I no longer have a default point of view, and embracing the nuances of each point of view is one of the best things I did for my writing.

3. There is no superior genre/category, all writing is fine.

I feel like this is pretty self explanatory! Let’s just love everything!

4. Writing is also an art, not just a business (but these things can coexist).

Again, sort of pointing to the commodification of writing/craft. As someone who’s witnessed the blossom of the online writing community (in regards to specifically authortube) since the beginning, it’s been really interesting to see folks really take a business approach when it comes to writing, and while there’s nothing wrong with incorporating business with art (I think these things can coexist and I believe writers deserve to be paid for their work), I think so much emphasis on sales, publishing, marketing etc can be a little isolating for writers who are interested in furthering their craft but not publishing, newer/younger/teen writers, and so on. I love the business side of authortube, don’t get me wrong, but I’d love to see more talk about the artistic side of the writing journey!

5. Aspiring/amateur writers are writers. Can we just not use this term lol.

More of a pet peeve (but if you consider yourself and aspiring/amateur writer that’s okay!). If y’all didn’t know, I’m a visual artist, but never considered myself to be one. When I was in high school, I was like “but guys I’m not an artist” to my art cohort, and they were like “Rachel. Do you make art?” and I was like “yes oops” and they were like “Then you’re an artist” and I’d love to see this energy also in the writing community because IMO you’re a valid writer no matter what stage you’re at in your journey!

Ok those are enough hot takes for now!

#asks #writing

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drarryruinedme7 · 6 years ago

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Prompt! Prompt! Prompt! Prompt! Pls do something with Drarry and hugging. You know me, I'm not original, i Just want our boys to hug, PLSSSSSSS😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Lovely @rose-grangerweasleyisbae , you asked hugs and! Hugs shall I deliver! ❤️

The usual love to my wonderful beta @rockmarina ❤️.

Drarry | Rating: Teen and Up | Word count: 1.5K | Tags: hugs, two soft boys in love, Lucius is a cold father, Pansy and Draco are pure friends | READ IT ON AO3.

Men never, ever, ever hug other men

“Draco, you can’t say I love you like that, it is an important deal. I’ve told you too many times, I’m tired of always repeating the same thing,” Lucius admonished his son, staring at him with arctic eyes.

Draco froze, his eyes already shining with tears. “But…I understood what you told me, Father. I can’t say I love you to anyone who’s not my partner, because love is a fiction, and we, as Purebloods, must know when to play the right cards — ”

Lucius nodded, visibly cheered up by his son’s words. “Then why did you say I love you to Pansy, just a moment ago?”

Draco tightened his lips and looked at Pansy. She was slightly trembling; she had confessed to him that Lucius terrified her. He felt a lump forming in his throat, but he couldn’t cry in front of his Father. That was another rule they had. Malfoys never showed their weaknesses in front of anyone, not even their family.

He swallowed his tears and tried to talk steadily. “Because…we are friends, she hugged me and I felt like it…I — ”

Lucius shook his head, sighing. “Of course you did, Draco, she’s your friend and you’ve grown fond of her. That doesn’t mean you can go and say I love you just like that. You have to be careful what you say, to whom you’re saying it, when, and why. Four W’s, it’s all you have to remember.”

Draco nodded. He looked up to avoid tears streaming down his lashes and didn’t blink. “Yes, Father. I’m sorry.”

Lucius turned to Pansy, satisfied. “I’m glad you are friends with my son, Pansy, but you should have learned by now a Pureblood lady never shows affection for anyone who’s not their husband, no matter the age. You are children, but surely you can understand simple things like these. Don’t embarrass your family again, is it clear?”

Pansy’s eyebrows were knitted, her lips trembling; her efforts to avoid tearing up in front of Lucius Malfoy were evident. She shared a panicked look with Draco, who nodded to prod her. She cleared her throat. “Yes, Mr Malfoy. I am sorry if I caused distress between our families.”

Lucius smiled and briefly puffed her cheek. “Don’t exaggerate, Pansy, no such thing happened. I welcome your friendship, but our families aren’t betrothed, so beware, okay?”

The children nodded, not daring to look at each other now. Lucius stood up and left the room, wishing them a good day with their games.

But they didn’t play together anymore that day. They went to Draco’s favourite spot in Malfoy Manor’s gardens and talked about love, friendship, Pureblood rules and families.

Draco was nine. That’s when he started to suspect all those things about Purebloods and Half-bloods, Mud-bloods and Muggles were just a big pile of bullshit. But neither he nor Pansy had the courage to say so out loud. They’d learned their lesson.

*****

Draco was eighteen the first time he hugged someone again who wasn’t his partner. He had started the so-called Eighth-year at Hogwarts and he shared a common room with all of his former classmates, without house distinctions.

For House Unity, McGonagall had said.

Draco found himself sharing a room with Harry bloody Potter.

Again, for House Unity, McGonagall had said.

After the first months spent side-eyeing the other while they got ready for bed, sharing awkward moments — “Fuck, Potter, close the door when you’re in the bathroom!” — and staying silent most of the time, things changed.

A few days before Christmas, Draco came back to their room with his face covered in blood. He slammed the door behind him and launched himself on the bed, smearing the pillow with blood. Potter didn’t say anything — he just approached him.

“Do you need help with that?”

Draco replied with his mouth pressed against the pillow. “I most certainly don’t need our precious Saviour’s help. Wouldn’t want anyone to think you get involved with such a filthy piece of scum like me.”

Potter’s tone seemed amused, the git. “Is this what they told you while beating the shit out of you?”

Draco slowly turned his head to scowl at him. “What do you want, Potter?”

He shrugged. “To help you.”

Draco rolled his eyes but sat up on the bed. He spat, “Stupid Saviour, with his stupid Hero Complex. I’m perfectly fine.”

Without bothering for an answer, Potter raised a hand to brush his fingers against Draco’s cheek, where a deep cut was drenching his skin. Draco winced, taken aback. The fucking wound hurt.

Potter smirked. “You don’t seem perfectly fine.” He brushed his fingers on Draco’s cut again and Draco felt heat tickling his skin, followed by a strong pulling all around the edges of the cut. Potter had healed his stupid cut with fucking wandless and wordless magic.

Even worse, Potter’s magic prickling his skin had done weird things to Draco, who was now feeling shivers running down his spine and butterflies hovering in his stomach.

He cleared his throat and tried to assume a cold stare. “I didn’t say you could heal me! And, and — you’re a show-off! Yeah!” He pushed Potter’s chest backwards, but something even weirder happened.

Potter grabbed Draco’s hands on his chest, pulling him up with him until they were standing mere inches apart, so close that Potter’s breath was ghosting over his chin. Draco felt those goddamn shivers again.

Potter sucked in a breath and whispered, “You shouldn’t believe them. You’ve done some shit, but you aren’t evil. You are worth living, you are worth feeling, and you are worth studying here with all of us.”

Draco felt the ground shifting beneath his feet. His knees buckled and he lost balance, falling like a thin leaf between Potter’s arms. Potter held Draco against his chest, gripping tight, stroking his back while Draco let his tears soak Potter’s pyjamas. He started to sob, muttering incoherent apologies — for what he’d done, for what he hadn’t done — telling Potter he was wrong, that he wasn’t worth living, nor surviving the war.

Potter didn’t say anything — he just embraced Draco tight against his chest, lulling him through his crisis.

When Draco felt like he had nothing else to say, to cry out, no more tears to shed, he sniffled and reached with his arms for Potter’s back, finally able to return the hug. Shame instilled in Draco’s chest and he hid his face in the crook of Potter’s neck, hoping he’d vanish that instant.

No such luck.

He was very solid and concrete against Potter and he suddenly felt like laughing. So, he did. He started with a quiet snort that soon became proper laughter, his voice thundering out of his mouth like a fountain of living waters.

Potter let go of him, regarding him with wrinkled eyebrows, but soon started laughing with him, eyes quickly filling up with tears.

They let their bodies fall on Draco’s bed, still laughing. Draco huffed and stretched a hand on his face, trying to get a hold on himself. “Fuck, Potter, that was weird. You know, my Father…” He glanced at Potter, not sure he could talk about Lucius in front of him. But he didn’t seem baffled; he was looking at Draco expectantly, his head crooked, his eyes intent, his lips half raised.

“Erm, right, my Father always told me that I shouldn’t hug anyone who wasn’t my partner. That it wouldn’t be appropriate. This is the first time someone has hugged me in almost ten years.” He let out a bitter laugh, that didn’t match Potter’s this time.

He was looking at Draco with his face scrunched up, eyebrows knitted. His arms wrapped around Draco’s shoulders once again. “Fucking Merlin’s tits, that’s horrible. And sad. Everyone needs hugs.”

Starting that day, Harry made a habit of hugging Draco literally everywhere and in every moment of the day, no matter if there was a good reason for it or if it was appropriate. He would just turn to him or reach him, wrap his strong arms around Draco’s waist or neck or shoulders, and hold him tight, whispering in his ear he was worth it.

One day, towards the end of the year, they were all sunbathing near the Black Lake together, relishing the calm of being real teenagers, finally. Harry was sat with his back against a tree, and Draco was resting against his chest, Harry’s hands on his belly.

Ron rolled his eyes and pouted. “For Godric’s sake, will you kiss already? It’s been ages since you started hugging like bloody children all over the place! Just get on with it!”

Draco felt his face growing hot and thanked the sun, that was probably burning his skin, for hiding his embarrassment. He knew his feelings towards Harry were slowly melting into something beyond friendship, but they had never talked about it.

He was wondering what he could possibly reply to something like that, with all of their friends staring at them, when he felt Potter’s heartbeat quickening against his back and his breath faltering against his ear. His voice trembled. “Maybe you’re right.”

Before Harry’s words could completely sink in, Draco found himself drowned in Harry’s mouth, his lips hot and wet, his teeth gently nipping at his bottom lip, his tongue darting inside, making Draco dizzy with joy.

His Father could be damned, with his stupid rules and his men never, ever, ever hug other men.

#drarry squad #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #drarry #HarryxDraco #mywriting #fluff #hugs #draco malfoy #Harry Potter

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