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elriel-oblivion · 4 years ago

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I think it's been three days? Dunno, I don't keep track of day or night like I should lol but here's part three 😁 Next part up in five days so I can waste even more time before writing part six pft 😅 Thanks to all who interacted with the last post 😊🥰🤗

Word count: 3K. Lemme know if you'd like to tagged/removed 😊

Shoutout to @julesherondalex @verifiefangirl and @queen-of-glass for picking up on my fave paragraphs in the last part 😁😭 Can anyone do it again? Maybe I should make this a thing lol, shoutout to anyone who can find my faves. I think there are only two (or technically three?) this time 😅

Also, I'll prob put this up on AO3 this weekend, thanks to @acourtofcouture for reminding me 😊

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Ashes from the Deep

Part III

Warmth soaked into Azriel as Elain poured a jug of water over his head. His throat loosened as that warmth fluttered through his body, pulsing against those frozen veins and humming under his skin. Goosebumps tickled his arms.

But it was nothing compared to the sheer bliss that rippled through him as her fingers delved into his hair. It was an effort to restrain the groan reaching through his throat, so he let out a light sigh instead. He didn't think it prudent for Elain to hear him moan under her care. She was so kind to do this for him; he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

Two more jugs of water followed.

'Is that nice?' she asked, as though it could be anything but. It felt almost exactly like his mother's hands when she'd wash his hair in those so few minutes he was allowed to see her every week. Gentle and tender and pleasant.

He could fall asleep here if he weren't so aware of Elain in the room with him. Touching him. As it were, that warmth pulled deeper into him, loosing his muscles, thawing his bones.

'It is.' His voice sounded thick and he cleared his throat.

She was silent as her fingers worked, and after a minute or two, she rubbed soap into her hands. The scent of lavender filled the air. She massaged his scalp and lathered his locks, her touch so comforting it almost broke him.

Cauldron boil him, she was so much like his mother, right down to the scent of the soap she used. Her touch had just the right amounts of care and force as it worked across his scalp, relieving a knot of tension at the base of his skull.

His blood was now a soft thrum under his skin, that warmth guiding him further from consciousness, like he was wrapped in his shadows, safe from expectations, safe from judgement, safe from the world.

'Azriel?' came Elain's voice.

He jolted, eyes snapping open. 'Huh?'

She let out a light laugh. 'Your shadows are sort of hiding your head.'

Indeed, his shadows swirled around him, thickest by his eyes. 'Sorry,' he murmured, leashing them back in.

'Don't be. You can close your eyes again.'

As he did, he noted how soft her voice had been, the sombre touch to her words. She hadn't stepped away from his shadows. They must've been cold on her skin, but she'd made no comment. What did she think of them? It irked him not to know.

She continued her work, occasionally adding more water to his hair. Her fingertips rubbed his scalp, the cool night air touched with that lovely lavender.

Behind his closed eyelids, his mother smiled at him. Her smile was so sweet, so radiant and inviting, so homely that he wished he could freeze time to extend that one hour into eternity.

'You're so beautiful, my boy,' she whispered, her voice tender. Her arms were extended and he ran into them, savouring the comfort he found there. It was astonishing that he could experience this warmth after those long miserable days in that cell.

Those days. They often blended into each other, dark and dank as the cell itself. When he'd be taken to see his mother, light through the windows was painful as it pierced him. It was always too bright, the sun. Always too penetrating, like those rays sought him out to display all his wrongness - especially his shadows, a frenzied, wild and unchained beast before he learnt to control them. Terrible, dark magic not born of the Mother, his father constantly claimed.

And oh, how dark those shadows looked in the sunlight.

But then he'd be reunited with his mother, and her light was mellow. Soft like a caress, serene as sunset, always calming his hurricane of shadows. She bathed him in her light, let it wash over him with her smiles and kind words, ever flowing in their hours together.

He regretted most the little time he had with his mother growing up. Resented it, for it was neither of their faults. It was always too fast, that weekly hour, and when he was finally thrown in the Illyrian camps without a clue what his culture truly meant, it was eternities before he could see his mother again and bask in her soothing glow. Those times were long and cold, even with his found brothers by his side.

His mother's image faded into darkness as something soft touched his eye. 'Mother?' he rasped.

'No, it's Elain,' whispered Elain.

Elain? As he opened his eyes and blinked, his murky vision cleared and he found her staring down at him in her dim bathroom, brow creased. His shadows were everywhere but one of her hands held a fresh towel; the other hovered by his eye. He dispersed his shadows into clear air. What did she make of his address?

And was that salt he scented?

Cauldron, did he - did he cry?

'I asked you to lift your head but you'd fallen asleep,' Elain said. 'I didn't want to wake you, but we should dry your hair before you really go to sleep. Especially if you'll be going outside again. Although I would ask you to consider taking a guest room.' She frowned.

When had he fallen asleep? And how could it have been so sound a sleep that he didn't feel Elain finish? There must be magic in those fingertips of hers to relax him so deeply.

'Right,' he said, slowly sitting up. His neck was stiff and Elain reached behind to hold it as he pulled it forward. Water dripped down his temples, off his head, some drops pattering on the floor.

Elain patted his head with the towel, wiping his neck and forehead. She brushed wet strands away from his face, her focus so intent on his hair. He dropped his heavy head, and she gave the back a more thorough dry. A few minutes of ruffling his hair around, during which she pulled the towel from his neck, and she seemed satisfied. She raked her fingers through his hair, flattening the spiky mess he was sure sat atop his head, and a ripple of comfort descended through him. She discarded the towels on her bathtub.

As a thin breeze breathed over his wet head, he noticed the plants resting on small stools around the tub. How did he not see them earlier? Exhaustion, he supposed.

Blooms and vines overflowed their small pots, cascading down in bursts of bright colour. Three hanging baskets of what he smelled as rosemary lined the wall, wild green clusters of stems trailing over the edges and hiding the ivory stone behind. He wanted to touch all those soft petals and velveteen leaves, feel the depth of Elain's care through their touch.

He made to stand, but she held his shoulder. 'Wait,' she said. 'I want to clean your face, too.'

He'd forgotten about all the dirt she'd found there earlier.

She wet a cloth and knelt by his side, touching the cloth to his cheek, right above the gash that rogue Illyrian had opened earlier.

He winced, the skin tight where the mud had dried.

'Sorry,' she said softly, pausing.

With a smile, he gave her the same response she'd given him earlier: 'Don't be.'

Elain breathed a laugh and dipped her head. 'That cut does look very bad, though. I think I'll have to clean it with alcohol too.'

'Let's crack open that wine, then.'

She laughed again and blushed. 'Not tonight, Azriel.' And she patted his cheek again, rubbing off the dirt and blood.

The sound of his name on her tongue heated his blood. It wasn't that pleasant warmth as she'd washed his hair; no, this was something more charged. Something that settled his weariness into a quiet hum and left him a little more awake.

He drew in his shadows, sending them through his veins. The cool they delivered wasn't nearly enough to pacify his rising heartbeat. Not with Elain so close. If he moved forward just a few inches, there'd be no space left between them.

He didn't usually think of Elain like this. Think of the feel of her mouth on his.

He blamed the exhaustion, even as it hunkered down.

And - she was so lovely. And he was Azriel. He should be disgusted that he was here, letting her tend to him, making jokes with her, imagining them kissing. That was enough to tame his heart a while.

But Cauldron boil him. How would he sleep with his mind teeming with so much conflict. The dead girl and her family, his mother. Elain too now, whether he liked it or not. He'd hoped his physical fatigue would win over his crowded mind. That he'd get some proper rest and deal with all the rogue Illyrian troubles and whatever else later.

Apparently not this night.

As Elain stood and washed the cloth, he let out a deep breath through his nose, then shifted on the seat, hoping to put more space between them. Distance - even an inch - might be helpful.

Not that he'd make the first move.

He never did.

Elain knelt down again, wiping the cloth across his jawline, nose, cheek. He faced her to give her more access, but she kept her gaze intent everywhere except his eyes, as if cleaning his skin required her utmost focus.

Look at me, he almost said. With her so close to him, it was maddening not to share even an accidental glance.

She abruptly went to close the window, a heavier silence settling over the room, then moved to the cupboard by the door, pulling out a small bottle of alcohol. Her petite frame looked so delicate, yet a tautness relaxed from her body in the way her shoulders loosened. It was probably just her defence against the cold, though the temperature was nothing but mild to him.

She poured a few drops onto a clean cloth and took her place beside him. She cringed. 'This'll hurt.'

He smiled faintly. 'It's all right.' He doubted he'd even feel it.

She delicately touched the cloth to his cheekbone and he clenched his jaw, the alcohol harbouring more ire than he expected. Mother above, that was a deep cut.

Elain creased her brow and patted along the gash. 'Are you all right, Azriel?' Her voice was subdued.

The truth would be more painful to put out. 'I'm all right. Are you all right, Elain?'

'I'm fine.'

He doubted her just as she probably doubted him. The dark circles around her eyes were faint but still there. But theirs was a friendship of mutual respect and boundaries. If she didn't impose on his, he certainly wouldn't do so on hers.

But oh, how he wished she would feel comfortable enough to truly confide in him right now. It wouldn't be the first time she'd done so; he just needed to be patient. But he'd do anything to relieve the tension humming behind her eyes. From her manic visions, pain he knew lurked under her skin and in her mind, general exhaustion from keeping up appearances - he would swallow them all in his shadows and dispel them on the highest wind if it meant she would be all right.

They were silent as she finished up. When she washed the cloth, he turned in the seat and spoke. 'You can talk to me, Elain, whenever you need.'

She beamed at him and her eyes finally met his. 'I know.'

He stood, holding her gaze. Something was very off about that smile.

Her hands fiddled to turn off the tap, the cloth falling from limp fingers. Her body faced his, and her smile fell, brows rising slightly. She cleared her throat. 'We should go downstairs to the fireplace. It'll be warmer there.'

In an instant, they were wrapped in shadows, her wrist in his hand, and the great living room came into view. A thin sheet of moonlight through the windows was the only illumination. Just as their feet found the floor, Elain bent to put three logs into the fireplace, lighting them after a few tries. 'Those shadows are quite convenient at times, aren't they?' she said.

He huffed a laugh and rested a forearm against the mantelpiece, crossing a leg over the other. 'They can be.'

The blaze flared out and she stepped back, looking up at him through that shadowy amber glow. 'Just a few minutes now and we'll be warm.'

Her eyes didn't leave his. And how stunning they were, soft and subtle in the dim light. The brown looked richer among the warm tones of the fire, something like dark chocolate - or rosewood, perhaps, with a mahogany undertone.

'I think you'll need a bandage for that wound,' she said.

'I'll be fine without it.'

'It's quite deep.'

'Not a match for my Illyrian healing.' He smirked, trying to relieve whatever pressure thrummed in the air between them. He hadn't even noticed it come; one moment the air was clear, the next it was pulsing a steady beat. What the hell was this? Did she feel it too? He wished his shadows would just devour the tension, if only to reduce his own shame.

Her eyes flicked to his wings behind him, and they rustled, spreading a bit. He straightened. The heat in his blood turned to a simmer and he knew in his bones it had nothing to do with the fire. Why couldn't he control this? She met his eyes again.

He'd wanted to see her eyes on his, but now they were just too focused, and if she didn't stop looking at him like this, like she could see the blood beginning to bubble beneath his skin -

She cleared her throat and scanned his face, likely checking she hadn't missed anything. 'Oh,' she said, raising a finger to his temple.

Her touch on his skin sent his blood boiling. His heart was pounding a loud rhythm and because his mind was so muddled from the fight and the blood and his childhood somehow entering his conscience, and the lines between the past and the present were so blurred tonight, and this heat was just searing - he grasped Elain's wrist where it hovered by his face.

Her breath hitched, eyes snapping to his.

This was wrong, this was so utterly wrong, but he couldn't let go. What had he done?

She stared at him, through him. 'I can hear your heartbeat,' she choked out.

Through the crackling fire, she could hear him.

He was silent. His body tensed.

'And it's a beautiful sound.'

His pulse spiked like his heart sang out to her, called her name. Did she - could she - feel the same as he?

'You're beautiful, too,' he breathed.

The air was stifling. Cursed flames. Every thought in his head narrowed to the girl before him. Her eyes glistened.

He wasn't sure he was breathing.

Was she?

Her eyes swept his face. They stopped at his lips.

'Are you going to kiss me?' she whispered.

So focused on her plump, rosy lips, he almost didn't hear the hiss of a log as it tumbled further into the fire. His throat bobbed. Maybe - just maybe this could be okay. Maybe if she wanted it as much as he did, he could put aside his own self-loathing for a moment. Elain was different, an essence of light in and of herself. Her core radiated brilliance; it'd take more than just a few of his shadows to snuff out her glow.

And damn the consequences anyway. The Azriel of later would deal with them. If he didn't burn alive here first.

He swallowed. 'Only if you want me to.'

'Yes.'

His chest tightened at the resolve in her tone. Yearning and compunction warred within. He craved her touch, yet disgrace corded his heart. How could he even think this could be fine? She would be poisoned, made impure by his mouth.

'I know what you're thinking,' she said, 'and I want you to know I trust you, Azriel. You will do me no harm. You couldn't.'

She trusted him. He wasn't sure why, but she trusted him. What could he give in return? His scars? He lowered his gaze, her wrist still soft in his hand. He felt his arm move like a dead weight, but it was only the feel of her thumb on his brow, smoothing out the crease there, that mollified him, that unravelled and burned away that cord of disgrace. He released a long breath.

'I trust you, Azriel. So kiss me.'

And it was the clarity in her voice, the pure stability that had him leaning down - slowly, so slowly. Doubt flickered along his bones but he couldn't savour the anticipation enough. This moment would change their path for ever.

His heart thundered with every inch he yielded, his free hand coming up to cup her cheek, fingers setting so perfectly over the delicate plane of her face. Her breath stilled when he was but a whisper from her mouth, and he paused.

Her floral scent fanned him, melding with the smokiness of the flames. Was that datura he smelled? Those exquisite flowers he loved so much, with their large petals curling off in tapered tips so like his own shadows. The first memory he had of them, that conversation where Elain had grabbed his wrist.

He was still holding hers now.

Her doe eyes were so steady on his. 'Kiss me,' she murmured.

He closed his eyes and removed the space between them.

So much for never making the first move.

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fromashescomephoenixes · 4 years ago

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Fool’s Gold

author’s note: that’s right! it’s here! the promised two fic (check out the other one here) collab with @derrysdenbrough in celebration of valentine’s day! this one is dedicated to Cedric Diggory! yep, I finally wrote a Ced fic haha :) so, enjoy!!

word count: 3.6 k

summary: a collection of secret notes and accidental spells lead to a true love!

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“I’m still not happy with you,” I said, and Cedric only laughed. “Stop laughing!” I scowled, and he swung an arm around me.

“The tournament is well and truly over, Y/n, and you never have to go in the Black Lake again.” He grinned at me, and I only scowled.

“You could’ve gotten killed, or worse, lost the tournament!” As a member of Slytherin, winning is absolutely everything. Maybe Ced dying was a tad worse.

“But I won.” His shit-eating grin said it all, and I whacked his shoulder.

“Get off of your high horse.” I shook my head, and he stood up. For some reason he had taken to sitting at the Slytherin table during meals, not that I was about to complain.

“Look’s like Sprout’s about to charge me, I’ll see you in potions?” He asked, and I nodded. Potions was definitely my favourite class, and it had nothing to do with a greasy haired git, but everything to do with the golden boy I sat next to.

“See you then.” Not a second after he left Eleanor Flint clutched my shoulder.

“You’re totally dating! When did he ask you out? Was it right after Chang dumped him, or did he wait a while? Waiting is totally more classy, but I can see Diggory not wanting to wait.” Eleanor babbled, and I stared at her.

“We aren’t dating, and nor does he want to.” I said, but as soon as the words left my mouth I knew I had made a mistake.

“But you want to.” El screeched, and I quickly covered her mouth with my hand.

“No! Cedric still likes Cho, I’m certain of it.” I said, and El pushed away my hand.

“Rumour has it she broke up with Diggory because you were in the lake and not her. If Diggory liked her more than you she would have been in the lake.” El was batshit crazy, I was positive.

“I was in the lake because I’ve been best friends with Ced since first year. I’m not listening to this, El.” I stood up quickly, and before she could continue arguing with me I speed walked my way out of the Great Hall. Good thing too, since I realised that I had left my advanced potions textbook in my dorm.

****

The dungeons weren’t too far from the Great Hall, and I made it there in what I would consider record-timing. My textbook was on my desk, and it wasn’t until I was leaving did I see the note on my bed.

I gingerly picked up the note, all too aware of how the Weasley twins had it out for the Slytherin house, and froze.

I’m like a crow on a wire, you’re the shining distraction that makes me fly.

I spun around the room, as if the writer of the notes would be standing in front of me, but the room was still, void of life aside Eleanor’s plant that was bordering death anyway.

I shook my head and stuffed the note in one of my robe pockets. I really didn’t have time to contemplate shit like this. With my potions book in my bag, I turned and left the dorm, soon entering the common room and eventually the hallways of the dungeons. I didn’t have to go far, since the potions room was only a couple corridors over. I slid into my seat seconds before Snape swept into the room, and I looked at Cedric who was already staring at me.

“What?” I whispered, and he looked at Snape before replying.

“Where were you?” He asked, and I pulled out my quill, ink pot, and finally some parchment.

“My dorm, why?”

“You left the hall in a rush. Why’d you go to your dorm?”

“I forgot my potions book. Besides, El was killing me and I had to get out of there.”

He nodded thoughtfully, and I decided to listen to Snape for once in my life. Anything to keep my mind occupied.

****

Later that afternoon, we were sat in the dark, stuffy tower for divination. The scent of lavender and peppermint was already overcoming my senses to cloud my mind and make me feel extremely sleepy. According to Trelawny peppermint was meant to sharpen seeing abilities, however I’m not sure anything can sharpen the non-existent...

Luckily, this was another class with Cedric. Merlin knows why we chose to continue it after OWLs, but I suppose that’s the Slytherin in me again: proving I can do it, and do it best.

Right as I’m preparing to drift into my sleepy daze, Ced nudges me.

“Trelawny. Five o’clock,” he mouths, nodding his head in the direction of my left shoulder.

“Hello dears!” She springs up, slightly like a jack in a box. I entertain the thought of telling her so, but she cuts me off as I open my mouth.

“Have you seen anything in your teacups yet?” She questions, staring at us in a way that is a touch too dramatic for my taste.

“Erm, yes.” I respond, trying to save Cedric’s skin since he just saved mine. Grabbing his emerald green tea cup, I grasp the golden yellow handle, and twist it three times. I’m not sure why... it just seemed right.

I glance at my book, but decide to wing it.

“I see a knight- or er. Perhaps a hero?” Trelawny nods, her eyelids fluttering as she rests them close and furrows her brow.

“No, it’s a knight in shining armour.” I nod, settling on this seeing. Cedric glances up slightly at the word ‘shining’ but shrugs it off quickly. He smirks at me,

“Oh, and what does that symbolise y/n?” His eyes flash slightly with mischief.

“It means you should keep your big mouth shut!” I glare at him, but can’t help cracking into a smile after a moment in his laughing gaze.

“Well dears,” Trelawny chirps at us, grabbing for the cup. “Indeed! I see...”

She gasps as I lazily flick my wand to float the cup off of the ground. I still wish I had remembered this trick when we were working with crystal balls...

“Oh Professor!” I groan miserably, despite the traces of thick sarcasm. “Please don’t say I’m due to die,” I throw myself back in my chair while Cedric tries to hold in a snort.

“I’m afraid you are my dear, in a most unfortunate incident involving a revolving door and a popsicle...”

****

“Charms is the worst.” Cedric groaned from beside me, and I nodded. Charms was fucking boring is what it was.

“Flitwick said it was a practical today.” I remembered, and Cedric brightened up considerably.

“About connecting minds?” He asked, and I nodded.

“I think so, partners?” I answered and asked, but I already knew what Cedric was going to say.

“Howdy.” He tipped an imaginary hat at me, and I sniggered.

“Attention seventh years! I’d like you all to get into pairs, and I will form the mind connecting spell. It will last for just one minute, and there may be minor discomfort as the minute comes to a close. Jordan and Brown, you’re first up.” Flitwick began the charm on the first Hufflepuff and Slytherin duo, and they laughed excitedly as the charm went into effect.

“Diggory and L/n, let’s get to it. Face one another and stare into each other’s eyes.” Flitwick instructed, and Ced beamed at me as we stared at each other.

“Now hold each other’s hands, please.” I felt myself growing sweaty at the thought, but Cedric took my hands with ease, and without breaking eye contact.

His grey eyes were more startling than ever, and I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell the pretty boy was thinking.

“Ut copulare,” Flitwick began murmuring until out of the corner of my eye I watched a flying wand hit the professor. “Oh!” Flitwick let out a startled cry, and Cedric and I nodded simultaneously as we broke eye contact to stare at him.

“Uh oh.” He tittered nervously, and I swallowed. The last time I heard a professor say uh oh was when Slughorn brewed a de-aging potion and it exploded on one of my classmates, rendering them to infancy for a good three weeks. Rumour had it she still used the pacifier from time to time.

“Do you feel okay?” Flitwick asked, and I nodded.

“I feel fine, Professor. In fact, I’ve never felt better.” This was a lie. I had woken up with a knot the size of a rats nest in my hair this morning, as well as having forgotten to do the potions homework last night. However, my teacher looked relieved, so I smiled at him.

“Same here.” Cedric added, and Flitwick sighed.

“Just in case the spell worked, I won’t be able to perform another one on you until at least a week from now.” Flitwick said, and with that he moved to another pair.

“Well I’d say that went well.” Cedric said, and I snickered.

“About as well as your date with Cho.” I was talking about his final date with Cho, which ended in her pouring a milkshake on his head.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, and I stuck my tongue out.

—

“Salazar, what’s the reasoning for all these decorations?” I asked as we left charms. Pink and red decorations hung from ceiling to floor, and it was then that I realised it was Valentines next week.

“Every year the house elves go overboard. We should talk to them about it sometime.” Cedric wrinkled his nose, and I nodded. This was just too much.

“What’s going on over there?” I pointed to a circle that had formed, and it looked like two people were in the centre of it.

“Only one way to find out.” Cedric said, and we slowly approached it. Adrian, a fellow Slytherin, nodded at me.

“What’s going on?” I asked him, and he gestured to the pair inside the circle.

“They’re trapped until they kiss, because a rose fell from the ceiling right in front of them. It’s magically binding, so we could be here a while.” Adrian explained, and I tugged on Cedric’s arm.

“Did you hear that? It’s like mistletoe, they can’t leave til they kiss. It only happens when two people are in love.” I repeated, and Cedric nodded as we walked away from the circle.

“I barely survived the mistletoe.” Cedric said with a shiver, and I laughed as I remembered the girls that had chased Cedric down while waving mistletoe. It had been a sight for sore eyes.

“It’s okay, Ceddie. Time for lunch!”

—

“Could we maybe eat by the lake?” He asked, already having dodged three eager third years. The Great Hall was as busy as ever, and I noticed I myself was subject to several glares.

“I suppose.” I dramatically consented, grabbing two pumpkin pasties and some carrots with hummus from the nearest table. “Let’s go,” I led the charge.

A particularly determined looking Goyle stood directly in my path, stationed by a suspicious rose. I debated how best to get around, when I felt my feet lift off of the floor altogether.

“Cedric!” I shouted as I was levitated a good ten feet across the hall towards the door. I could only hear Cedric’s laughter as he ran below me, and I ducked as I saw the doorway coming straight for my head.

“Mr. Diggory!” McGonagall was heard shouting across the hall, however we were already halfway to the lake.

Dissolving in a fit of laughter, we sank onto the bank of the lake.

“Ah, back where it all began.” Cedric grinned towards me. I could think of a great deal of memories surrounding this lake, but I wasn’t entirely sure of any that had marked the beginning of something.

“What began?” I nudged him with my elbow and took a rather ‘unladylike’ bite of my pumpkin pasty.

Cerdric shrugged, and responded by taking a large mouthful of his own. He then grinned with a pumpkin paste covering his teeth.

“Ugh, you’re disgusting!” I threw a pebble at him gently. He simply transformed it into a golden finch. And so, another calm, sunny day was passed by the lake.

****

After lunch, I took a quick trip to the dorms while Cedric was in quidditch practise. I needed to finish this potions essay, and only one person could save me.

“Come on, Y/n! You’re so slow.” Pansy teased as she speed-walked to the dorm, and I only huffed.

“These legs weren’t made for walking!” I shouted as she entered the portrait, and the only response was the faint echo of her laughter.

By the time I stepped through the portrait, the common-room was empty aside a few stray kids from the years below. I walked through the short hallway to our dorm, and Pansy was staring directly at me as I came in, a note in her hand.

“I’m the first to admit that I’m reckless, I get lost in your beauty and I can’t see two feet in front of me.” Pansy read it aloud, and I froze.

“What the fuck is this?” She asked, and I shrugged.

“I don’t know. I got another one yesterday, I kinda forgot about it.” I explained, and Pansy raised an eyebrow.

“That’s sus, but whatever. Come on, let’s get to the library!”

****

“Holy Hippogriff!” I jumped as I felt a hard impact in my lower back.

“You okay y/n?” Pansy frowned as I rubbed my back. I frowned back, puzzled by this unexplained pain.

“I think so? Something just hit me in the back,” I explained, glancing around for the remnants of a prank of some sort. None appeared. Pansy shrugged and returned to her potions work. I gathered my stuff, and debated where to head next.

It was the end of the day, and I had completed all of my homework. So I was blessed with some nice free time. In a last second decision I veered towards the Quidditch pitch to meet Cedric after his practice.

“Hey y/n!” A sweet voice called out as I was about to duck out of the entrance hall.

“Hello Holly!” I spun on my heel. Holly was always quite nice to me, even though most of the Gryffindors avoided me. “How are you?”

“Swell thanks,” she nodded. “Just wanted to say congrats to you and Diggory! You two are so cute together!” I blushed all the way up to my ears.

“No I-“ she was already speeding down the hall back towards the tower. I sighed and continued towards the pitch.

****

“Y/n!” Cedric waved across the field towards me. I noticed him limping slightly, but didn’t think anything of it.

“How was practice Ced?” I asked, and he only shrugged.

“Managed to take a bludger to the back, but it wasn’t too bad.” He said as he approached me.

“Doesn’t look good if you’re limping. Want to go to Pomfrey’s?” I gestured towards the various windowsills side by side that was the infirmary, and Cedric shook his head.

“I’m fine, Hooch said it would be worn off by tomorrow. Did you get all your homework done?” He asked, and I saw his face flinch.

“That’s it. We’re going to the infirmary. Give me your arm. Besides, my back has been aching since the library. Maybe I can get it checked out.” He held his arm out curiously, and I wrapped it around my shoulder so I could help him put less pressure on his leg.

“Thanks, Y/n.” He said sheepishly, and I smiled at him.

“I got all my homework done, by the way. Pansy even helped me with the last part of the potions essay that we struggled to do, so I’ll explain it tonight or tomorrow.” I said, and Cedric nodded.

“Sounds good, let’s go.”

****

“For some reason you’ve both bruised the exact same area in your lower back. Do you two have anything you’d like to share with me?” Pomfrey stared at us, and Cedric laughed.

“It's a complete coincidence!” He said, and I nodded, but I was mentally frowning.

There’s no such thing as coincidences.

****

“One day you’re going to spill the boiling water all over yourself.” I said as I watched Cedric in a feeble attempt to pour the water from 15 inches above into his teacup.

“I’m not the quidditch captain for nothing-ow!” Cedric yelped at the same time I hissed, and I quickly inspected my wrist.

“Some of it just landed on me!” I glared at him, and he stared blankly back.

“It landed on me, Y/n. You’re across the table it couldn’t have splashed you.” Cedric said slowly, and I realised my wrist was bone-dry.

“I swear to Godric I felt it hit me.” I said earnestly, and Cedric nodded.

“I don’t doubt it. Shall we go back to Pomfrey?” Cedric asked, and I shook my head.

“It’s probably nothing. Lighten up, Ced, we’re fine. We’ve got the lovely class of charms next, followed by Sprout’s endless herbology lectures.” I nudged Cedric with my elbow, but he still seemed upset.

“Hey, what’s up?” I leaned closer and murmured, and he leant his head on mine.

“What if it’s not nothing? What if we’ve been cursed somehow?” I wished I could erase the worry from his face.

“I highly doubt that. Hogwarts is one of the safest places ever, and if someone was going around cursing people we would definitely know about it.” I tried my best to reassure him, and he sighed.

“Okay, dipshit. I guess I trust you.”

****

“Odds on you asking Sprout what the word sex means?” I asked, and Cedric laughed.

“Ten.” I looked at him in surprise.

“You sure? That’s pretty low.” He nodded.

“Why wouldn’t I be sure?” He asked, and I snickered.

“No reason. Three, two, one!”

“Eight!” We both shouted, and I screeched with laughter. Ced was done for.

“No! Rematch!” He said desperately, and I tried to control my laughter.

“Nope! Go ask!” I put my hand over my mouth in an attempt to control my laughter again, and Cedric reluctantly raised his hand.

“Professor? I have a question.” Cedric called out, and Sprout turned around to face us.

“Yes dear?” She smiled at him, and I nudged Cedric’s leg.

“What’s sex?” The entirety of the Hufflepuff-Slytherin class erupted into screams, and Sprout gasped.

“Mr Diggory!” She exclaimed, and I genuinely thought I was going to piss myself.

“Well, as my head of house, I thought you would be the best teacher to ask.” He said, and I noticed his cheeks were bright red. He shot a glare at me before smiling innocently at Sprout.

“If you stay after class I might be able to explain, however, we are currently in a herbology lesson!” She looked like she was about to cry, and I slapped Cedric’s arm as I laughed.

“You’re insane!” I said, and the smile he gave me made my breath get caught in my throat.

****

The next day I ran into Cedric just before potions. He was about to trip right over his own two feet, when I caught his hand.

"Morning, clumsy!" I smirked slightly as he brushed off the imaginary dust he had acquired during his slip.

"Morning, y/n," he mumbled, lacking his regular enthusiasm. After chatting for a minute or two he started to back away slowly.

"Hey, I just have to run to the bathroom. I'll be back in time for class though!" He yelled over his shoulder now. He started to run down the stony corridor, however I realised after a moment that he was heading the wrong way.

"Wait! Ced, you're heading towards the common rooms!" I tried to yell after him, but figured he'd learn it in a moment anyway. It's not like he hadn't learned this before either. He came to the Slytherin common room almost as much as I went to the Hufflepuff one.

I followed his footsteps, figuring I would be able to talk to him on his way back. What I didn't expect was to see a single slip of parchment fluttering to the floor, and Cedric nowhere in sight.

I bent down quickly to pick it up, crinkling the hard corners with my anxious movements.

I’m like a boat on the water, you’re the raise on the waves that calm my mind.

It was in the same, scrawling writing as the other notes I had received, and the paper was exactly the same to all of the other's I had received.

Was it Cedric? I flipped the paper over and looked at the blank back. He couldn't possibly love me. Could he?

I smiled at the message, remembering when we met up over break once. We had taken his father’s boat sailing, and had somehow managed to capsize on three different occasions. I heard footsteps coming down the corridor, and I shoved the message in my pocket.

"Hey!" Cedric called out as he came near.

“Hi, Ced. Or should I say boat on the water?” I twirled the piece of paper around my fingers as he approached, and I watched as his face fell.

“That’s not mine.” He said quickly, and I raised my eyebrows.

“Hmm. If that’s true, then I better go search for my secret admirer.” I grinned as he took the bait and grabbed my hand, tugging me closer to him.

“How long have you known?” Ced asked, and I shrugged.

“I had my suspicions on Finch-Fletchley, but you proved me wrong with this note,” I laughed at Cedric’s reaction. “I’m joking of course, Ceddie. I had no idea who it was, but I’m glad it’s you.”

“Wait, really?” He seriously was the cutest. The way he was looking at me right now made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world; then again, I just might be.

“Of course I am. In case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve been trying to drop hints for four years.” Cedric laughed at my confession, and I elbowed him.

“Oi! I was only laughing because I’ve been dropping hints for five. I figured in our last year at school I may as well confess that I’m in love with you.” My breath caught in my throat, and he raised his hand to my face only to brush a piece of hair out of my eyes.

“You’re in love with me?” I asked, and he nodded.

“It’s practically impossible not to be. Now that you know it’s me, I was wondering if you wanted to be my valentine?” Cedric asked, and a rustling from above made us look up.

A red rose had just bloomed. I smiled, and leaned towards Cedric.

****

It was valentine's day. Of course, just about everywhere was packed with starry eyed couples. We had opted to stay at Hogwarts, and have a sweet picnic together. Cedric had taken care of the setting, and I had found all of the food.

It wasn't a bad effort. In my opinion he went slightly overboard with the pink, but I did appreciate the various hints of green he had added with the plates and napkins. Plus, I had brought plenty of food from the kitchens (which Cedric had shown me in my fourth year)

We settled down on the edge of the lake, and I took a moment to appreciate the sunny day, and the time I could finally spend with Cedric not just as friends, but as a couple. I laid down, and gently rested my head of Cedric's lap.

"We should have done this a lot sooner," I joked, but I meant it as well. Knowing I could have been dating Cedric for months before now was a little bittersweet. I tried to remember that at least we were here now together.

I wasn't exactly sure if I believed in soulmates, but I knew that if I had a soulmate, it would be Cedric.

"Thank goodness you found the note I was going to hide the other day," Cedric smiled.

"That's true, you're no Gryffindor," I teased. "Thank goodness!" I stuck my tongue out in mock disgust.

And that's when things took a turn. I watched as Cho came up to us, with a nasty frown on her face. Her frown darkened our picnic almost instantly.

“Fuck.” I breathed under my voice. What in Merlin’s name could she possibly want with me and Cedric? Obviously we were about to find out.

“Ceddie, honey!” She sang sweetly as she came closer to us. Cedric shot me a look and quickly set a reassuring, soft kiss on my lips before getting up.

“Cho. What are you doing here?” He asked, sounding incredibly confused. He rubbed his hand through his hair, anxious about her mission

“I came to rescue you!” She grinned innocently. As she reached for her hand I couldn’t help myself.

“Hey! Back off!” She shot me a burning glare, and sent a stinging spell at my wrist.

“Shit,” Cedric and I spoke in unison as we both grabbed our wrists. I muttered a healing spell or two as I glared towards Cho.

“Look, Cho, go away. Okay?” Cedric tried to kindly shoo her away. “I’m perfectly happy with y/n!” I smiled softly, glad to here Cedric say that.

“It’s okay Ceddie! I realised exactly why it was her in that lake and not me!” Cho chirped. She sounded quite proud of herself, and I was curious what on earth she had come up with.

“Yeah, it’s because I love her!” Cedric explained. Cho let out a shrill laugh, and patted his arm.

“No silly!” She smiled sweetly, as if explaining to a young child. “You THINK you love her!” She shot another laser like look towards me.

“I’m pretty sure I know who I love Cho!” Cedric’s face began to harden as he realised this wasn’t going to be easy to brush off.

“She used a love potion on you!” Cho screeched, grabbing hold of Cedric.

“I said let go of him!” I got up off the blanket and walked over.

“She’s best in our potions class, she’s loved you since we were 13, and she’s a fucking Slytherin!” Cho explained desperately! She had small, glistening tears in her eyes now. I almost felt pity for her, but I couldn’t.

I walked over slowly, deciding exactly what I should say.

“Being a Slytherin doesn’t make me evil Cho, just like you being a Ravenclaw doesn’t make you smart!” I frowned. I hated how much the stereotypes of our houses defined us. “People aren’t able to be perfectly categorised between four groups!” Cho glared and jabbed her wand at me.

Before I realised what was happening, Cedric jumped between me and the flash of white light, but it couldn't stop the spell for some reason. I doubled over in excruciating pain that hit right around my belly button. It was as if my stomach had turned inside out and began to burn the surrounding flesh. I glanced over, and Cedric was in obvious pain as well.

I couldn’t contain the whimper that escaped from my mouth, and Cedric met my eyes.

“How the hell did you hit Y/n with that?” He spat out, while Cho only stared at us in shock and what looked like panic. After Cedric let out what sounded like a painful groan, Cho waved her wand and relief flooded me.

“Tell me! How did you do it?” Now that he was able to stand up without pain, Cedric got incredibly close to her, towering over her.

“I-I don’t know! You jumped in front, she must have been faking it!” I watched as Cedric lowered the manicured finger she had pointed at me, and whispered something in her ear. The effect in had on her was instantaneous; she slowly stepped away before turning tail and bolting away.

“We need to go to Pomfrey.” Cedric spoke without looking at me, though when I clasped his hand he squeezed mine tightly.

****

“I don’t know what to tell the pair of you. Have you been hit by an unknown spell in the past month or so?” Pomfrey looked tired, I noticed.

I wondered how often she slept.

“Not that I can think of.” Cedric said, and I nodded.

“Unless someone’s hit us without us noticing, then no.” I added, and Pomfrey sighed.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with the two of you. I’ve only heard of cases like these, never seen one myself. I think there’s only been four or five documented.” She explained, causing Ced and I to exchange glances.

“Well, what happened to those people?” I asked the obvious question, since my lovely boyfriend clearly wasn’t going to. Pomfrey shifted slightly.

“One person in each pair died before a full analysis and case study could be completed.” I almost laughed at the look on Cedric’s face until I realised that one of us was totally going to die soon.

“Well, my darling, it was lovely knowing you.” I patted him on the back, and he wrapped his arms around me, encasing me with love.

“What can we do?” Cedric asked, and Pomfrey shook her head.

“Not a whole lot. Try and remember if the pair of you have been struck by a spell in the past though.”

****

It took fourteen seconds after we left the infirmary to Cedric to slap his forehead.

“I think we’re stupid.” He said, and I raised an eyebrow.

“Speak for yourself. Personally, I’m the smartest person I know.” He snickered, and I frowned. Where was the joke?

“Flitwick hit us with that spell, remember? And the spell was interrupted halfway through, which created a new spell entirely.” Cedric explained, and I sighed.

“I think we’re stupid too.”

****

We'd spent another lovely 10 years being stupid together. Sure we'd had our ups and downs, but we always knew that we were soulmates.

Since we had found out about the spell, we've helped Flitwick research whatever charm had put us in the situation of feeling each others pain. It was actually quite strange when I was pregnant with our son, Cedric had noticed the contractions first.

After spending a couple of years with Flitwick researching the spell, we'd moved to Scotland and gotten married. Life had been quite pleasant. We owned a small farm where we raised cows and hippogriffs alike. Our son was now 6 years old, and had already decided that he wanted to be in Slytherin 'Just like mummy!'

Currently we were sitting in our favorite wizarding restaurant. I gazed over towards Cedric's kind face as he helped our son go through the maze on the children's menu. I grinned over at my two lovely boys, and nudged Cedric with my foot under the table.

"Hm?" He looked up, and our son copied him. I smiled towards them both, and silently thanked Merlin that I had these two lovely boys in my life.

"What do you want to eat?" I held up the menu, and raised my eyebrows. Cedric and our son looked at each other and then looked back towards be in sync.

"PIZZA!" They said together. I giggled and they quickly joined in.

Just as we share pain, Cedric and I share the multitude of joys that have bloomed in our lives. And that made the joy all the better

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justanothermaltesewhumpblr · 3 years ago

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Maria, meet Eden

Maria sat alone in the grey room. It was cold, and smelled faintly of cigarettes and coffee.

She’d been here once before.

She’d been younger then, wrapped in a blanket, shaking, speechless as she was now.

Her parents had just died.

Rather.

Her parents had just been murdered.

The sweet nectar of the satisfaction of retribution melted over her tongue the way the arsenic had in her victim’s earlier that night.

She sighed. The officers would come in soon, probably offering their condolences before starting the procedure of giving her her inheritance. She was nineteen years old now. No more guardians. Shed made sure of that before executing her plan.

The door opened, two middle aged men walked in with a manila folder and a heavy sigh.

“Maria Abades”, they began, she knew the spiel well by now, “You’re under arrest for the murder of Emanuele Biltró”-wait, what?!-“Soledad Biltró”-how-“and their three children, Matías, Sebastían and Sofía Biltró”.

No…no no it was only Emanuele…maybe Soledad - but not the children. Definitely not the children.

She was sure she’d put it in his cup. Only his cup.

She managed to croak out a “what”. Her throat was dry, shut. Sebastían was three years old.

She put it in Mani’s cup. Just his cup. She was sure.

She’d been planning it for months, ever since that day in the basement when she had gone down to help Estella, one of the cooks, to bring produce up to the kitchen. She'd been searching through the boxes and shelves for tumeric when she’d accidentally knocked over a few of the jars. Scrambling to pick them back up, she noticed that as her knuckles knocked against the back of the shelf it sounded hollow. A false back.

She made a mental note to return to the cellar, knowing Mani and Soledad never expected her to be down there in the first place, never expected her to interact with the staff.

She’d gone back at night, carefully moving the jars and popping open the back of the shelf. A manila folder dropped into her lap.

Abades.

She couldn’t help herself, she opened it, immediately rifting through the pages, articles about her parents, articles about her father, his work, his writing. The accusations, the evidence … he’s been about to expose everything.

Mani knew.

He'd contacted the right people, paid the right price, and organized the funeral once his plan had been carried out successfully. He'd even volunteered to take in the newly orphaned child; bless.

She remembered at this point, in this room, with these men, that it was at exact moment that she had known what true, fierce, unadulterated hatred was.

“I don't know what to tell you, Mari… you’re looking at life in prison here…”

She thought maybe she’d ask for a lawyer. Thats what her parents would have done. She would argue, and, and fight it, and deny it- Matías was seven- deny it, demand a lawyer, don’t say anything-

You killed the children.

She pursed her lips. She felt like she was breathing grease. She wanted to vomit. She was going to faint.

She realized her mouth had been hanging open; and so she closed it.

One of the men bit his cheek, she knew him and he knew her. She’d called him tío a lifetime ago, a memory infused with the scent of bandeja paisa and arepa, a guitar strumming to the sound of laughter.

She realized at some point that the other man had been speaking to her, something about lawyers and court and prison and proof and tragedy and loss as if he knew anything about such things.

And then she was alone again.

She took the liberty of getting up out of her chair, walking a couple steps to the bin, and vomiting. Profoundly.

She wasn't sure how much time had passed when the door opened again. That was, of course, the entire point of interrogation rooms.

She knew that…because she wasn’t stupid. She’d put the arsenic only in his cup-

“Maria Abades” One of them approached; a woman with dark skin and hair clipped close to her head, wearing a matching suit to the men who accompanied her. “I’m Angelica Wilson”, Maria got the feeling that wasn’t her real name. “These are my associates, William Pope, and James Cartier. We’ve come to speak to you.”

They looked like lawyers, but wore less arrogance and more relaxed authority. Like they didn’t need to prove themselves to the world. The casual flare of the woman's shirt, her gold detailed watch, the clean, elegant shape of her nails … Maria was used to wealth, she’d grown up surrounded by it… But this, this wasn’t just wealth. Their posture, their clothing, this was so much more; they were so much more. They looked out of place in the drab room, as if the only backdrop that could fit them was a kaleidoscope of steel, and silk, and liquid gold.

“I’m sure this has been explained to you, Maria, but you’re facing some very heavy charges here. Life in prison. That’s not something any nineteen year old should be familiar with. We want to give you options.”

The woman leaned forward, her hand reaching closer. Maria felt compelled to take it.

“We’re willing to offer you a contract; community service of sorts. A means for you to work off your debt to society.”

One of the men - William, reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out a piece of paper with a curled, elegant insignia on it, "The academy would enable you to study different languages, to hone your skills, particularly we think you would benefit from furthering your studies in Chemistry and biological systems. Particularly, drug dosing and tracing."

Maria felt a chill run through her body, she thought she might vomit again. They knew.

"In exchange for such training,"the man continued, placidly "you would be required to carry out some tasks - all in the interest of world peace."

That last part felt, to Maria, like it had the same cadence as when Emmanuele would shift funds, cut taxes, assign transfers… in the interest of having a well functioning society.

She looked around the room again, wondering for a moment what the men watching her from behind the double sided mirror, were thinking. Did she look panicked? Calm? She'd been avoiding looking at her reflection - for fear that seeing herself would incur a visceral reaction she did not want these people to witness.

For just a brief instant, she wished she'd drank the arsenic instead.

“You would be provided with an entirely new identity - a fresh start.”

Maria knew that was... convenient. Far too good an offer to refuse.

She also thought asking for the catch would get her absolutely nowhere.

Option B was a jail cell.

“It’s a lot to take in" the other man, who'd been silent up to this point, broke through her thoughts. "I wish we had the time to let you think this through but unfortunately we’re on something of a timer ourselves. What we can offer, if you need more time, is to come back when another slot opens up. What do you think?”

Prison or this.

Prison or This.

Guilt sickened her, powerlessness gripped her, she couldn’t give her life up, she couldn’t face herself.

Prison or this.

“… … Do I need to sign anything”, they smiled. She tasted bile.

____________________________________________________________________

She gave herself a once-over in the mirror. Her hair had been cut, a bandage lay over her elbow where they’d taken blood samples. Her freckles barely showed in the fluorescent lights overhead. She tried to ignore the dark blue bags under her eyes.

Angelica stepped up behind her, looking at her reflection with a smile.

"What do we think?"

Maria nodded drily, she figured the clothes they'd provided for her upon exiting the shower were more comfortable than a prison uniform.

"Come, sit, we need to build you from the ground up."

Maria sat across from the woman as she brought a pot of coffee over for them both.

"You'll need to learn to speak without an accent, although you are already most of the way there. You'll need a name, something completely unrelated to your former self."

Maria thought for a moment. She sipped her coffee, and in that moment a pain, sharp and sweet hit her chest. She missed her mother.

She remembered sitting in her mother's room, watching her put on her earrings as her father waited downstairs. Her mother, spritzing perfume onto her wrists and neck, the sweet lavender scent.

She had a painting, just above her bed. A beautiful garden, with a stream running down the middle, and an apple tree. The beginning of everything.

She remembered being awed by that painting as a child, sitting in her mother's bed, watching it for hours, each time finding a new detail.

She began writing on the pad the woman had given her. A new history, a new name, anew identity. The beginning of everything.

The woman read through it, and smiled.

“Welcome to the Academy, Eden”.

#whump #writing #my oc #eden #Maria #murder!gang #tw murder #tw death of a parent #tw child death

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sumsmasterpiece · 5 years ago

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Sneak Peek with Future Fanfic

I am currently plotting out a ShinKami Fanfiction and I wanted to share what I have so far Shinsou and Kaminari. Comment or message me and let me know what you think about what I have so far~

**TRIGGER WARNING**

this story will most likely be mature or explicit when the first chapter is finished and is uploaded. so please keep that in mind while reading the content of examples and backstory.

These are also based on my Headcanons for each characters.

Denki Kaminari:

birthday- June 29, height- 5’6”, blood type- O Age- 19, eye color-gold yellow, hair color- blond with a lightning streak on his left side that’s black (our right), likes- trendy stuff, hamburgers

Father:quirk- surge, job- electrician, hair- wheat yellow, eyes- gold

Mother:quirk- thunder detection, job- weather forecaster,hair- dark brown, eyes- brown eyes

Kaminair flirts with anyone and everyone because he likes the attention (never really got great attention from his parents as a child. Denki was a handful as a child with his ADHA tendensies and when he would get stupid after using his quirk.

Kaminari and Jirou are childhood friends and dated for a year before Jirou met Momo

Had a relationship after him and Jirou broke up

Denki felt pressured to do a sexual act when he wasn’t fully ready. Still haunts him.

Kaminari began to play the guitar because someone told him it would help him pick up chicks but then he fell in love with the instrument

Kaminari is in Jirou’s band (even after they broke up) as a guitarist (other members: jirou [vocals and guitar], bakugou [drums], Momo [keyboard], tokoyami [bass], Kirishima, Sero, and Mina)

Kaminari tries to help Kirishima and Bakugo get together (since Kirishima is like a brother to him

Kaminari has a thing for purple hair

Kaminari hates when it storms (afraid to short circuit and hurt someone)

Kaminari uses a fidget cube when he doesn’t have Ojiro tail

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Hitoshi Shinsou:

birthday- July 1, height- 5’9 ¾”, blood type- AB Age- 21, eye color- amethyst (dark purple), hair color- indigo, likes- cats and biking

Tattoo- crocus wrap around the cross (rebirth & rising from failure) [on chest], quote on his side, blueberry blossom around forearm with other intricate designs, a large panther along his entire back

Father: Hajime Shinso, Quirk- No Sleep, job- doctor, hair- plum, eyes- dark purple, height- 6’1”, likes- coffee and wine

Mother: Mihoko Shinso, Quirk- manipulation, job- HR, hair- lavender, eyes- violet, height- 5’8”, likes- blueberry anything

Accidentally killed his mother on his 5th birthday in a car crash when he accidentally activated his quirk

His father abandons him because he blames him for his wife’s death

His father finds him years later and blames him still (causing him to have an anxiety attack)

Shinsou was in the hospital until they could contact his uncle and he took him in (uncle is a low time thug who works with villains and uses Shinsou when he gets a little older and more control of his quirk)

Shinsou was bullied in school (being called a freak, villain, and homo/other gay slurs)

Shinsou was the rebellious type (when he was 13 his uncle was caught and sent to prison and shinsou was sent to a foster home) began to think that he’d never be able to become a hero because of his quirk and people using him to do evil (he drank, smoked, and did drugs [just pot])

Shinsou made friends with the wrong people

One night (when Shinsou was 16) he got arrested for assault after he beat up one of his buddies who was going too far with a drunk girl

Naomasa Tsukauchi calls up Aizawa (local hero on call in the area) and after talking with Shinsou for a bit he decides that he will make a deal with him and take him in) (Aizawa knows how the system works)

Aizawa gave Shinsou something to believe in again and taught/train him how to be a hero

Aizawa tells Shinsou about his (Aizawa’s) childhood

His dad was a pro hero and was watching in acknowledgment when his quirk was activated and couldn’t use his quirk to protect himself

His mother was afraid of him but lied and said she loved him

Hizashi Yamada and Aizawa Shouta are married

Adopted Eri and Shinsou

Shinsou and Eri both own cats (Shin named his Gus [Siberian long-haired cat = white with black patches] & Eri named hers Apple [calico])

Aizawa has an old cat from when Shirakumo saved the kitten named Sushi (tabby cat)

Oboro Shirakumo is dead

Aizawa mourns his death (actually had a crush on him before he died and feels responsible for his death)

When he opened his own agency he first started off as homeless

Shinsou took up drawing as a hobby

Shinsou loves storms, it calms him down. (Especially the sound of thunder and rain)

Shinsou and Midoriya dated for a while (like 5 weeks) but it was mostly a rebound relationship after Midoriya and Bakugou had a falling out (ending mutually)

Shinsou has a thing for blonds. Had a crush on Monoma and Ojiro

Realizes that monoma was using him for his quirk

First, notice Kaminari around the college campus and found his dumbness amusing and cute as hell

Kaminari is failing in his college courses so Aizawa and Hizashi ask Shinsou to be his tutor

Saves Kaminari from Mineta during a Halloween party

Begins to tutor Kaminari in November

Shinsou is kind of the counselor to midoriya (he has a gay panic moment for Todoroki)

Shinsou runs into Kaminari at a club and is turned on by Denki’s leather pants

The first kiss for ShinKami was during one tutoring session in Kaminari’s room and both were done for the night. Kaminari was showing Shinsou his favorite music sharing headphones.

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sparrellow · 4 years ago

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oops

Rin realised with absolute terror, that by some cursed oddity, the quite-revealing, most definitely embarrassing selfie she had just taken had been sent to Len.

rating: T genre: humour, romance pairing: rinlen words: 2,477

It was a balmy Tuesday afternoon, and Rin was bored, so she went window shopping.

Her favourite thing to do was try on cute outfits, take selfies in them, and then not buy anything at all. It wasn’t like she could afford to buy any of the things she tried, anyway—she was a broke university student, barely scraping by weekly on nutritious meals of cup ramen.

This day, she felt particularly ambitious. A little sexy, even. So she went to her favourite lingerie store and tried on a bunch of cute, expensive underwear.

Alas, it did not go exactly as planned.

When she unlocked her phone to take a selfie, it did some weird glitch thing, but she simply shrugged it off and went to snap a photo of herself in the pastel, frilly, mermaid-themed underwear she’d picked out. Hmm. Cute. She clicked the confirm button, and went to take another picture, except—

Except the screen didn’t return to the camera option.

Oh, no.

It didn’t.

It had, in fact, opened up her message with Len. Her uni friend. The cute guy from her Psychology class.

But that wasn’t it.

Because, Rin realised with absolute terror, that by some cursed oddity, the quite-revealing , most definitely embarrassing selfie she had just taken had been sent to him.

The final hit was the little: Read at 2:36 .

“Fuck!”

It was a balmy Tuesday afternoon, and Len was struggling to stay awake during his Introduction to Molecular Chemistry lecture. He kept nodding off every few minutes, the lecturer’s voice oddly soothing—both a blessing and a curse in his case.

But then his phone buzzed, and his eyes popped open to read the notification.

(1) Message from Rin Kagamine.

Huh. Wonder why Rin was texting him. They didn’t really talk much outside of their class together, but she was pretty cool. Pretty and cool, that was. He didn’t really think they were on that level for casual conversations yet, so perhaps it was uni-related, or something.

He reached over to unlock his phone to read the message.

And promptly turned off his screen again.

What… what was that .

His eyes had almost fallen out of his sockets. Had he just seen correctly? Or was his mind playing tricks on him? He wasn’t even entirely sure.

Reluctantly, he opened the message back up.

And confirmed, it was, indeed, not a mistake of his eyes.

She had, in fact, just sent him a picture of her in underwear. (Very nice underwear, might he add! But also, what the fuck was going on here .)

Before he could even form some degree of coherent message in response to the picture, Rin had begun spamming him in a flurry of panic.

FUCK

I’M SO SORRY

I’M SO FUCKING EMBARRASSED OH MY FUCKING GOD

FUCK!!!!

I SWEAR THIS WAS AN ACCIDENT I

I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED MY PHONE GLITCHED I’M SO SORRY LEN FUCK

He raised an eyebrow at the messages, amused. So it was… an accident? How does one send a sexy selfie as an accident? How does one’s phone glitch to the degree of accidentally sending someone a sexy selfie? Had she been meaning to send it to someone else?

There were so many questions.

Well, the good thing was that Len was definitely awake now.

Rin was crouching on the floor of the dressing room, half-naked and freaking out because he still hadn’t replied. But he had read all the messages. Oh god. What happens if he, like, posted the picture to some Facebook group to shame her? What if he used it for blackmail?

Was Len that sort of person? Did he like blackmail?

But before she could jump to any more conclusions, he’d responded with:

Thanks. I needed something to make this lecture a little bit more bearable.

He was at school? Had he opened the message in front of everyone? Had everyone else seen her in the cute little frilly mermaid underwear with her unshaven legs and pot-belly from eating two servings of instant yakisoba for lunch????

Rin sunk further down onto the ground, clutching her head, texting back rapid-fire.

I swear it was an accident I don’t know why it was sent to you I was literally just taking pics of myself and AHHHHH

Did she really just admit that she had been taking photos of herself, half-naked, in the dressing room of an expensive lingerie store?

Yes. Yes she did.

And Len had the audacity to send back a crying-laughing face.

Well idk if you wanted an opinion, but it looks cute. You should buy it.

Rin buried her face into her knees, utterly humiliated . This wasn’t what she was expecting her boring Tuesday afternoon to be like. Maybe she should’ve just stayed home and studied like a good student.

Well. It was too late to go back now.

I wish I could but it’s way out of my price range

Thanks, tho

She closed her phone and stood up, taking a breath to calm herself. At that moment, the dressing room assistant knocked on her door and asked, “Do you need any help?”

“I’m fine!” she croaked, scrambling to change into her next outfit. God forbid she let anyone else look at her body today.

Len couldn’t help but be a little disappointed at the fact that she’d stop replying after that last message.

Of course, it was normal , given that this was all apparently an accident , but he was hoping she’d send another picture or two.

You know.

That sounded dirty of him. But she was cute. And that first picture was—although very much a surprise—somewhat eye candy for him. Plus he was super bored. He still had another hour left of his lecture and his soul was slowly being leached from his body.

So, like the little disgusting man he was, he sent another message.

Is that all?

About a minute passed, before Rin responded with, What?

He internally winced. Was he really going to make himself sound like a major creep?

Yes. Yes he was.

(This was going to make his Psychology class super awkward and he knew it.)

You’re not trying any others on?

Rin’s reply came almost immediately after that. Of COURSE I’m trying others on

What, do you want more pictures of an underdeveloped adult woman with hairy legs and a bloated stomach in your phone?

Len snorted. The picture she’d sent was fine. It was a body. A very nice body he liked to look at.

So he said, I can give you a second opinion?

It was radio static silent from Rin. She’d read his message, but no answer. He waited about five minutes, before he put down his phone with a sigh and tried to tune into his class.

She’d probably blocked his number. With good reason.

God. How was he going to meet her eyes in Psychology class on Thursday?

Providing she didn’t like, sock him in the jaw for being a pervert.

But he couldn’t help it! He needed the thrill! The entertainment! Also the pictures of a cute girl in cute underwear on his phone!

Len was going to hell but he didn’t even care.

Rin had stared at her phone for an incredibly long time, not sure how to respond to her classmate.

Look, she got it. It was her fault for being a dumbass and not checking before taking the picture. She technically asked for this roundabout method of torture.

And yet. He had the audacity to ask for more.

She didn’t know whether to be mad or impressed. Madpressed, maybe.

So she left it to stew on, finished taking selfies of all the cute underwear in her naked glory, and went home very pensive. She thought very hard about it all on the bus, and glared hard at his little, stupid face in his icon on the message app.

Len was a good-looking guy. And , from the few conversations they had in class, he had a good sense of humour. And judging by his messages, he was also a cheeky asshole.

But she could’ve done worse. A whole lot worse. She could’ve sent that picture to her grandfather, or better yet, one of her creepy great uncles. Perhaps it was a good thing she’d sent it to some random (hot) guy from university.

Yeah.

So Rin decided to send the rest of her photos to him, and die gracefully in a puddle of shame.

He’d already seen one, so he might as well see them all.

Len almost tripped and fell flat on his face when Rin suddenly bulk-sent five more pictures of her in various, adorable lingerie.

He wasn’t even in his lecture anymore. He was walking home, feeling sorry for his little perverted self, and the fact that he accidentally slept through the remainder of his class. How on earth was he even going to pass that class.

The blood rushing to his head (and to the south pole), he managed to type out a response that read a lot more underwhelmingly compared to what was really going on in his mind.

Very nice.

Was it something a girl wanted to read after sending multiple pictures of herself in a vulnerable state? No, probably not. But his brain had turned to mush and was starting to seep out of his ears.

Rin wasn’t impressed.

You could’ve at least said thank you

Len fumbled for his dorm key, hands sweaty. Look, he was inexperienced. No one had ever sent him sexy pictures—or the equivalent of them, at least, whatever these were. He didn’t know how to handle it! Besides, she wasn’t even, like, a girl he was dating. He couldn’t just go full-mcCreep and tell her that he had a boner.

Could he?

No. He couldn’t.

Thank you , he responded, upon letting himself into his dorm room. I like the lavender one btw. It goes well with your hair colour

Was that too… much? He didn’t know if what he was doing was right. What did she expect him to say? He had no idea what on earth this entire situation was meant to be.

Oh really? That was my favourite

Cost like half a kidney tho

Len sank down onto his bed, relieved at her response. Okay. Okay. He was doing better. But now … he had a very important question he wanted to ask.

What’s the name of the store?

Rin blinked at his message, wondering why he was asking.

But she decided it was better not to ask. Maybe he had a girlfriend, or something. (Which, if he did, she would be incredibly pissed, because wouldn’t this classify as cheating? If he did, she was going to make sure he couldn’t walk straight ever again.)

She sent him back the store name. And left it there.

Thanks!

I’ll see you on Thursday ;)

Rin stared at his messages. Why did he send that winky face. What did it mean. What did it mean.

She didn’t respond, just tossed her phone aside and flopped back against her couch. She’d find out soon enough if she’d regret her actions.

Come Thursday, Rin had all but mentally prepared for her encounter with Len.

He pulled out the chair beside her in their lecture hall, and she stiffened, reluctantly dragging her eyes up to meet his gaze.

“Morning,” he said, acting way too casual given the circumstances. He plopped a familiar bag down on the desk in front of her and winked. Winked.

She felt her breakfast come up a little as it dawned on her, with absolute horror, that the bag donned the logo of the exact same store she’d been trying on underwear in the other day.

“What… is this,” she asked, gesturing at the bag like it was a severed toe.

Len looked smug, resting his chin on his hand. “I don’t know. Take a peek.”

“You don’t know,” Rin muttered to herself, unconvinced. She leaned forward, peering into the bag, catching a glimpse of something the shade of lavender. Uhhhh. She’d seen that shade of lavender somewhere. On her body. In the dressing room.

Hm.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Len said, shifting his gaze away so that he was facing forward. “No, I don’t know your size. I guessed.”

She wanted to send her face forward into the surface of the desk.

“But if it doesn’t fit,” he added, lips turning up into a smirk, “you can always take it in to swap it for your size. The receipt is in the bag.”

God. What on earth. What the even. What?

“Is this… are you going to like… blackmail me or something, or,” Rin spluttered, eyeing him with suspicion. “What are you going to have me do in return for… this? This brand isn’t… cheap.”

Len glanced back at her, shrugged his shoulders. “Well, you technically don’t have to do anything , but…” He licked his lips. What the fuck? Ew. Gross. “I wouldn’t mind some more pictures.”

She gawked at him, heat rushing to her cheeks. “ Re ally?” She didn’t trust him. She didn’t trust this pretty-faced man-boy at all. “So, you want to be my sugar daddy?”

He choked. After recovering from his coughing fit, he sat up straight, made direct eye-contact and said smoothly, “Yeah, if that’s how you want to see it.”

So, he gave her expensive lingerie. In exchange for. Pictures of her. In said lingerie.

Wow.

Rin wasn’t sure whether she was awake anymore, or just dreaming. Maybe she had passed out or something, and was having a fever dream. This was just too weird to even be real. She pinched her thigh under the desk, but nothing happened (alas).

“I mean, you could just go on a date with me instead, and maybe you’ll get to see the real thing,” her mouth said, without any mental input. It just came out.

It was real clown hours in this Psychology lecture, huh.

Len’s mouth popped open. Then closed. Then opened again. “That could work, too.”

It was silent. No one knew how to handle this situation, apparently. They were both staring awkwardly at the bag of lingerie on the desk between them, like it might eat them at any moment.

Eventually, Rin’s hand reached out and snatched it off the desk, stuffing it down into her shoulder bag on the ground. She cleared her throat, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, I’ll try it on tonight and see how it fits.”

Len tried not to look too pleased. And failed. “Cool.” He hesitated, side-glancing her. “If it does… ”

“I’ll meet you at Crypton's at seven.”

He blinked, surprised, before leaning back in his seat and grinning with satisfaction. “Sounds good.”

(Spoiler alert: Rin’s underwear didn’t fit, but they still went on the date anyway.)

#fanfiction #vocaloid #vocaloid fanfiction #rin kagamine #kagamine rin #len kagamine #kagamine len #rinlen #lenrin #rinxlen #lenxrin #uh... yeah

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moody-blues-requiem · 6 years ago

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I didn’t know I needed it before, but please continue the Diavolo infinite death story, you left it at such a tantalizing place, and I want him (and Doppio if possible) to have a happier fate.

anon I’m sorry this took so long but it’s by far the longest thing I’ve written for this blog (5 pages in google docs, 11pt font)

continuation of this, cut for length

You swore it was an accident.

Ever since you had found the arrow shard, you’d been using it as your last tangible reminder of Diavolo. He left as little physical evidence of himself as he could all throughout his life, but the arrowhead proved he had been with you. It was comforting to trace your thumb over the intricate carvings and remember the time you had spent with the Boss of Passione.

Of course, it was only so long before you slipped-- literally. Your thumb slid off a carving of a vine and over the edge, slicing your skin and drawing blood. You cursed under your breath, dropping the arrow and grabbing for a tissue to keep the blood from dripping on your clothes.

You bandaged the cut and forgot about it until the evening, when a fever started to bloom beneath your skin. Sweat pooled at your brow, your vision came and went, you couldn’t keep anything down that wasn’t water. You decided your best option was to sleep, but sleep was hard to come by. Pain wracked your body, your very bones felt as if they were burning. It was a fever unlike anything you’d felt before.

And in an instant, the fever broke, and you fell into sleep.

You awoke, groggy, but with no trace of the mysterious fever that you’d been hit with the night before. You reached for your phone, cracking your eyes open, but then you froze. Sitting on your chest was a bird.

It was a beautiful lavender color, with a long tail that curled like ribbon on a present. It had a small feather on its’ head, making it resemble a quail, and bright red eyes. Were you still sick with hallucinations? What was this?

“Hello,” you said to the bird. It tilted its’ head at you. You tried to recall everything Diavolo had told you about that arrow. Something about stands? You knew he had a stand called King Crimson, but you’d never been able to see it. “Are you my stand?”

The bird simply blinked.

“Okay,” you said, “I’m gonna go back to sleep. We’ll figure out what you are in the morning.”

Over the next few days you determined that this bird was a stand, your stand. You had taken to calling it Melodrama, and it seemed to enjoy sitting on your shoulder. Through trial, error, practice, and intuition, you learned its’ ability: it could track souls. So long as you had had physical contact with a person at some point, all you had to do think of wanting to locate them and Melodrama would flap its’ wings, creating a map in front of you out of what looked like glowing particles of dust. It would locate who you wanted to track, and show you their movements like a real-time GPS.

Of course, you tried it on Diavolo.

He was… difficult to locate. The first time you tried it the map didn’t change, leaving you disappointed, but not surprised. But that didn’t stop you, and neither did the second, third, and fourth times you came up empty-handed.

The fifth try, you nearly fell back in shock when the map began to move. It zoomed in on a golden light, Diavolo’s soul, not too far from the Colosseum. All you could do was watch, stunned that Diavolo was alive. You spent a few minutes tracking his movements around narrow streets and alleys, until the dot stopped moving and then flickered out. The map faded in front of your eyes. Melodrama chirped. The world seemed still.

After a few minutes spent processing what you had just learned, you knew what you needed to do.

Diavolo’s soul jumped between different universes, multiple ones if you had to guess. Only sometimes was he in yours. At least, that was your theory, but the fine details weren’t as important as the bulk of your plan. You watched Diavolo’s soul, It would appear somewhere near the Colosseum about once every day-- not at the same time every day, but about once a day. You worked quickly, eager to set your plan in motion: buying the soonest train ticket to Rome, a night in a cheap hotel, and packing a light overnight bag.

You found him by chance.

It was far too early for anyone to be awake, but you were, mind clouded with anxiety as you stared out the window, watching vendors set up shop for the day. The cheap provided coffee maker gurgled, filling the room with the smell of coffee grounds as the little pot started to fill. Your eyes lazily followed the dim sidewalk, and your heart froze as they caught a flash of hot pink.

The coffee was left forgotten as you ran to the street.

Diavolo knew death was waiting for him, he simply wanted a few moments of peace before it came. The morning air was cool and the city was silent, only a few stray souls passing by, none seeming to notice him. Regardless, Diavolo was paranoid, checking his back once, twice, and again for anyone waiting in the shadows to stab him. A fast movement caught his eye across the street and he flinched, ready to turn and run for it. But a single word stopped him.

“Diavolo!”

You saw the fear in his body language, and so you called out to him. You knew he would hate hearing his name called in a public space, but seeing you would outweigh his fears. The emotion in his eyes changed from fear to confusion to disbelief, and joy. He was at a loss for words, choosing to run towards you instead, meeting you in the middle of the street and pulling you into a tight embrace.

“You’re here,” he whispered tearfully, “you…. You got my gift, didn’t you? You found me…”

Tears were beginning to spill over your eyes as well. “I did! Oh, Dia, I missed--”

A loud screech, a bright light, and a car horn. Of course, fate wasn’t going to be kind to Diavolo.

As fast as he had come to hug you he pushed you away. You reached for him, managing to scratch his forearm before you were thrown to the side. The car slammed full-force into his body, sending him flying, and finally, crumpling on the dirty cobblestone street.

Ignoring the commotion around you, you ran to his side. He was bleeding, barely breathing but not conscious, and one of his arms was broken at an awkward angle. You tried not to look at his condition though, and instead checked if your plan had worked. Or at least, that you hadn’t failed.

Embedded in his arm was the arrowhead shard, his final gift to you.

In the blink of an eye the scene changed. You were in the alley where you had seen Diavolo, wrapped tightly in his arms. Nothing on him was broken; in fact, he looked stronger than ever, surrounded by a glowing magenta light. An angry-looking red figure hovered at his side, but somehow, you weren’t scared. It felt familiar.

“You…. you broke the loop,” he said, still holding you, running his hands through your hair and over your body. Reassuring himself that you were real. “You brought my King Crimson back.” He pulled back slightly to look you in the eyes, his brimming with tears. “Thank you.”

“I’m just so happy it worked,” you replied shakily. You didn’t mean to sound so unstable, but you were still in shock that your plan succeeded. “I…” your thoughts drifted, overwhelmed with your morning. “Come on,” you said, “I got a hotel room, we can have some privacy there.”

Your reunion was filled with passionate kisses and joyful tears. The two of you didn’t speak until the sun came up, your mouths were too busy locked together. Once you finally separated, you reheated the coffee, and sat together in the soft light provided by the window, and started to talk. You told him about how you had found him, from the accidental arrow prick to developing a stand and its abilities, to your idea of using the arrow on him. Diavolo used King Crimson to lovingly scratch under Melodrama’s chin, making it coo happily. “I knew, once we were reunited, that I would see you again,” he said. “And… I intended the arrowhead as a gift to you for safekeeping, whether you used it or not was not my concern. But not only for you to use it, but then to locate and save me….” he looked at the street below, where his death had been so close, and then back to you. “Truly, you are more than I deserve.” Your cheeks flushed red, and you sipped at your coffee. “I’d do anything for you Dia,” you sheepishly replied, knowing you could get away with using the nickname you had given him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The two of you fell silent again, simply enjoying each others’ presence. The sun grew higher in the sky and the streets crowded with workers, commuters, and tourists. Diavolo had a far away look in his eye.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, sipping at your now-cold coffee. His line of sight didn’t change, but he spoke. “Selfish thoughts. I should be grateful for everything, my life and your presence by my side, but…”

He looked down, unable to finish. You finished for him. “Doppio?”

“Doppio.”

“Would you like me to… you know….” Melodrama appeared on your shoulder as if blown in on a quick breeze. He stared at you, but then returned his gaze to the ground. “I don’t know which I fear more, finding out he’s gone or letting it remain unknown.”

Something within you steeled itself. You were also worried about the fate of Diavolo’s cheerier companion, but you wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you never checked. Diavolo simply looked away. Melodrama summoned the map before you, and it began to move. Your heart raced as it zoomed, moving across the globe until the glowing yellow dot landed on a spot just a couple feet to your side. Exactly where Diavolo was.

“Diavolo,” you said, a tone of urgency in your voice. He looked up, intrigued. But before he could investigate your stand, you dismissed the map. “I’m going to leave the room. I’ll be back.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Call Doppio. He…. just call him. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Your heart was racing as you left the room. This was something Diavolo had to do on his own, at least for now. As much as the two of you loved each other, he and Doppio would always be closer, like twins. Two sides of the same coin.

You waited in the hallway for a while, pacing up and down, letting Diavolo reunite with his most loyal companion. You knew it had worked, if Doppio didn’t pick up then Diavolo would be out in the hall with you. It had to have worked, your stand wouldn’t be wrong. Would it?

Finally after waiting what seemed like an appropriate yet agonizingly long amount of time, you knocked. The reply was a quiet “come in”.

Sitting on the bed, looking ecstatic to see you, was Vinegar Doppio. He looked like a puppy who had just been reunited with its’ owner. “Y/n!” he exclaimed, running to hug you. “You…. I…. I don’t know what happened! I was… everything was dark for a while, I was so lost, but then the Boss called and now you’re here and-- I just can’t believe it! I thought I’d never see you again! I--”

His excited stammering was cut off with a sudden “durururu!” You couldn’t help but smile as memories of time spent with Doppio came flooding back to you. He didn’t have the romantic relationship with you that the Boss did, but he was one of your closest friends. He reached for Diavolo’s (now empty) coffee cup, and held it to his ear. “Pronto? Boss! Hello again!” he paused, listening. “Oh? Sure thing, here you go!”

Doppio handed the ceramic mug to you. “It’s the Boss, I guess he knew you were here with me!” You gladly accepted the mug, and nearly jumped out of your skin when you actually heard Diavolo’s voice in your ear; slightly distant, just as if it were coming through a phone.

“Thank you, y/n. For Doppio and I both, thank you so much.”

#diavolo #vinegar doppio #vento aureo #vento aureo spoilers #jjba #va #anon

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mortaljin · 7 years ago

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Meadows Part Five

Word Count: 9.5k Warnings: Curse words Genre: All the damned angst and disoriented fluffy Hoseok. Fairy!Au Pairing: Hoseok x female reader.

Summary: He doesn’t remember. You. He. Doesn’t. Remember. You. Sure you were able to skip out on waiting another three full months for your fairy lover, but at what cost? Will believe you when you explain what happened? Will he even be the same? And why is the queen a little angry to see you today?

A/N: Yes, I know, I’m extending the list to likw part 10 at this point. Heres part five guys! I hope it can tie you over for a while since I’ll be going slightly MIA for a couple weeks! Please leave me your thoughts, questions, and love. I’d love to hear what you think about it xx

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Hoseok’s POV

Why was I born a fairy? Hoseok’s red hair floated around him as warm light radiated through him. I wish Y/N could be here with me, or I with her. It was no surprise to find that his reincarnation period would again hold a world full of warm isolation. Before meeting you, Hoseok felt as though he was slowly flying through the immensely thick air, he knows better though and understands that it is the blissful feeling that can only relate to swimming. I can’t believe Y/N pushed me into that pool. Too bad I could only stand all that water for a short time. Hoseok’s face felt like it was warming, either by the light or by the enamored feelings that he felt for you. Sometimes I wish I had the dark, cooling reincarnation that Jimin says he has. He felt nothing short of love and joy at the present moment, thoughts filled with growth, positivity, and love. Thoughts filled with you. I’m so excited to reincarnate and come of age. I hope she still wants me. In an attempt to calm his racing heart, Hosoek tried to place his palm to his chest; the density of the world he was floating through made his movements slow, relaxing him even more. You were so beautiful, Y/N. Did you know that? Even in the midst of a mental breakdown, threatening to smash that pot to smithereens, you were still the prettiest being I’ve ever seen. His thoughts flew to the shocked look on your face when you first heard his voice, and for once he was grateful that he reincarnated abnormally small that night. He thought about how he kept himself hidden from you at first, not being able to reveal himself until he had seen your intentions. How did you not realize how special that seed was? The low rumble of a chuckle that ran through Hoseok’s chest at your naivety remind him of the buzz of crickets in the meadows. Thank you for switching me out of that damned pot. One, it was making reincarnation painful, and two I just wanted to be grown enough to speak to you. He had never had to tell someone about himself like the way he did with you. Other fairies didn’t need to be told how their life works, but you, you wanted to know everything. So. Many. Questions. He didn’t mind, he almost wanted to beg you to ask more questions for the sake of hearing your voice. At first, he cringed, and then his heart soared when he thought of the first time you called him ‘Hobi.’ How beautifully dumb. He had heard all his life that he was the epitome of sunshine, and to an extent, he believed those people; trying his best to be as kind and understanding as possible. Do you know that you’re actually my sunshine? He thought about what you were doing while he was gone; if Namjoon and Jimin were treating you well, and if his parents were warming up to you. Then, he thought about how he wouldn’t be there for Christmas, nor New Year’s, nor Valentine’s. Is it bad that I almost hope you left, and never looked back? You deserve the normal life that I cannot give you. Hoseok knew what kind of lessons you’d be going through while he was gone. There was definitely going to be some school, sorry love, and he could almost hear your groans. He wasn’t completely certain, but he wouldn’t put it past his mother to turn you into her mini princess. Don’t change too much for my mother, Y/N, I fell in love with a human, not a fairy, remember that. The thought of you in your lavender celebration gown, however, made you look like you were a fairy. Minus the wings of course. You looked ethereal, so beautiful. I’m sorry that the other girls were shooting daggers at you all night, but they had cause to be jealous. At the thought of the purple dress, his thoughts wandered to the beautiful, but definitely not fairylike, memories. He thought of the way your fingers were shaking a tad bit, just like his; how he felt the fire of your feelings for him under your gaze; how a single touch of your lips, your fingertips, sent him into a fury of sensations. I was worried that it wouldn’t feel right, I had never done that before. But I think, you enjoyed yourself; you certainly sounded like you did. As humorous as we both found it that I accidentally stumbled across those videos on your laptop, I have no doubt that I’m ever living it down. Do you know how it felt to be so close to you? While it was the best physical pleasure I’ve felt in my life, I- Hoseok was getting a little emotional at the joyous thoughts he was relishing in over you. Crying tears of joy was definitely a mannerism of yours that he had picked up. I have never felt so connected to someone before, Y/N. I could feel it in my soul, my soul Y/N, that you’re it. I have no doubt in my mind that the Mother Tree will bond us now, because things that are not meant to be do not feel like that. Hosoek let his heart be filled to the brim with the feelings that you brought him; tears truly did fall from his eyes and he let out a deep laugh at how beautifully childish he felt right now. I’m going to come of age soon, and a few days after that I will take you to the Mother Tree, I will get down on one knee like humans normally do it, I will do whatever you want, as long as you’ll be mine. As he made his resolve he allowed the warmth of his reincarnation period lull him to sleep in anticipation of seeing your beautiful face again.

But the next time he opened his eyes, it wasn’t to your face. It wasn’t to anything. The once beautifully lit world around him looked as though it was colorful, rainbow glass that was shattering. The feeling didn’t resonate well with him, and he longed to feel your arms around him and use your sweet voice to calm him down. Wait, why can’t I remember what you sound like right now? The first color, green, shattered and floated into a forming black abyss. Think Hoseok, her voice. The way you would catch her dancing through the halls of her apartment singing. He started to draw a blank on his home as well, even losing your balcony garden. Why is blue disappearing too? Slowly, purple then started to break away, relieving Hoseok of the memories of your touch. What is going on? Why am I losing my memories, is something happening to my seed? Did it not get planted? Red, don’t. Don’t go. Hoseok made a feeble attempt to catch the red shards of light, but the attempt proved futile as it dissipated through his fingers. Why can’t I stop this, damn it! His words came out as nothing, forcing him to voice his sorrow in his mind. As the red ceased to exist, so did his memory of your face. Leaving him with your name, and all the love he felt for you. Remember that time we made wishes on the dandelions? He eyed the world around him carefully, looking at the two remaining colors, orange and yellow, with torment. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m going to lose next Y/N. I don’t know if I’ll lose everything about you. I don’t know why I can remember everything else, apart from my life with you, so perfectly. Y/N, please do not cry if I can’t remember you. I promise you, our souls are too entwined to be separated at this point. Orange was the slowest color to break away so far, taking its bittersweet time of relieving Hoseok of his final memories of you. What did you wish for on your dandelion, Y/N? He summoned all his energy and willpower into his arms that felt like lead; with painstakingly slow movements, and a watchful eye on the fading orange, he reached his hand to his neck, breaking the string of flowers from it. Y/N, I hope this will mean something when I can’t remember you. Your ring will not die, and I hope now, neither will mine. He took the string, wrapping it around his left ring finger, pouring his love for you into it as well. It solidified within seconds, giving Hoseok time to relax as best as he could as he waited for more darkness to take over him. I wished for a long life with you. I think that was the day I realized I was in love with you. I love you, Y/N. I wish I had given you a nickname, maybe I could remember you when I wake up if I had. I love you, Y/N. Hoseok repeated his feelings for you on a pitiful cycle. I love you, Y/N, as the final pieces of orange broke away, leaving the touch of yellow to illuminate his misery. I love you… What is your name? I love you, but I don’t know who it is that I’m loving? The question swam through his mind, feeling his love for you surging through him, yet not having anyone to connect the love to. His gaze fell upon the pieces of yellow that began to crumble around him. I don’t know what’s happening, or why but, it was getting harder for him to breath, both from the tears that were overcoming his body as well as the sensation of suffocating that had slowly been washing over him. I know I love you, whoever you are. My heart is beating so hard at the thought of whoever you are, whatever you look like. He closed his eyes, searching for the person he loved behind his eyelids. You never came to him. Instead, the world around him, a dark abyss with only the faintest piece of yellow remaining, flashed around him. Being consumed once more by light, he prepared himself to reincarnate in hopes of finding the mysterious person who had apparently stolen his heart. Whoever you are, I love you. I love you. I love you… my dandelion.

Your POV

“Who are you?” As the words full of confusion rolled out of his mouth, your heart clenched in agony as you realized the consequence of his cycle being prolonged. “Again, why are you crying?” Despite having no recollection of who you are, his true nature still shined brightly.

“Hobi I-” The thought of him not even remembering your nickname for him caused your sentence to come up short, sobs coursing through your chest again.

“And again, my name isn’t Hobi, human.” Had it been any other fairy calling you by the title of your species, you would’ve been angered. Since it was Hoseok, however, with your heart still in his hands and the lack of malice in his voice, you let it slide.

“Hoseok, can you do the fairy dust thing?” Your request came out as a hoarse whisper, and his eyes widened at the statement. “To calm me down, I mean.”

“How do you know I can do that?” The gaze he had on you was one of suspicion and interrogation, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to search for negativity in his eyes.

“Just d-do it. So, I can exp-plain, p-please.” Still eyeing you carefully he nodded softly, flying above you in quick motions. Both the sight of the red dust, as well as their effects had stopped your tears within minutes.

“I have a lot of questions for you.” Still sat against the wall on the floor, you nodded your head to let him know that you had expected as much. “Who are you?”

“My name is Y/N.”

“Where are we?” Eyes drifting around your bedroom, they landed on the flower pot with his newly bloomed flower that had been set to the side of you.

“This is my home. Well, it was supposed to be temporary until we went back to our home in another city.”

“What do you mean we? Our home?” His eyebrows were raised in disbelief at the mention of the two of you being connected to each other in any way. You simply nodded. “Am I supposed to know who you are?”

“Yes.” His question wasn’t meant to be offensive, but you couldn’t help but let it cut through you anyways. “That’s why I’m crying, Hobi. You don’t remember who I am.”

“Why do you keep calling me Hobi?”

“It was a nickname I gave you last year, not long after we met.”

“Last year?” His eyes seemed to want to pop out of his skull at the mention of the time span. “I don’t know what’s going on, Y/N.” Just the sound of your name on his tongue was enough to send you into a fit of tears again because you knew it didn’t hold the same significance that it used to. “Wait, don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I’m sorry I’m just so confused.”

“I know, I am too. When you didn’t show up on the spring equinox after Jimin left, I’ve been trying to figure out where you were.”

“Jimin? How do you know Jimin?”

“He’s uh.” You weren’t exactly sure how to describe your relationship with the pink fairy to the one who doesn’t remember you. “He’s my best friend, I guess. When Namjoon left shortly after you did, Jimin was the only one there for me during the fairy classes and the royal lessons your mother gave me.”

“Wait, what?” A look of complete shock ran through him at the mention of Namjoon and the classes. “You’ve been to my village?”

“Hoseok, I pretty much live there.” Your voice was stern at this point, and you were trying your best to not let your anger boil up and explode.

“That’s not possible. How did you get in?” That was the question that elicited a bark of sarcastic laughter.

“You let me in.” The eyes that had been staring at the ground had now shot straight up to meet your own.

“I did what?” He shook his head, almost as if he couldn’t believe that he was talking to a human let alone invited one into his village. “Y/N. Who are you supposed to be to me?”

“Hobi,” this is what drew the line on the anger and sadness bubbling up at your bottom eyelashes. Tears fell again in hot streaks down your cheeks and you tried to give him your most genuine smile. Holding up your left hand, you showed him the ring on your finger, one he knew was the work of a fairy. “I was going to be your life mate.”

This confession had him absolutely floored as he gazed at the ring on your finger. As if in a panic, he began to fly aimlessly around the room like a human would pace. You watched with a broken heart as Hoseok muttered questions to himself, rubbing his temples all the while. After a few minutes of this, he flew back to you with more things rolling off his tongue.

“I’m sorry I don’t remember you.” He reached out his own left hand in an attempt to wipe the tears from your face, only gasping in shock when he noticed what was on his own finger. “What is this? Did you put this on me?” Glancing down to his left hand, you made out a ring of small flowers, ones you remembered perfectly.

“Hoseok! These are the flowers you were wearing around your neck when you disappeared into your seed in December!”

“Do you think I did this when I was waiting to reincarnate?”

“Do you think it’s something you would have? Do you remember anything from when you were in the seed?” Your questions were full of hope, but they were destroyed when he just shook his head.

“I don’t think so. Well, I just don’t know. I remember feeling a lot of things.” He looked at you and almost shrunk under your sorrowful gaze. “They were good things, I think they were about a person. A girl.” A small smile came to your face, but he only frowned. “But you’re a human. I’ve never met a human before. I just remember these warm feelings a love and-” he stopped himself, shaking his head.

“Hobi, what is it? What else do you remember?”

“Dandelions.” His face had gone blank of expression as he threw out what he thought was an irrelevant word.

“You mean our dandelions?” A breath of excitement caught in your throat and a little sliver of hope had been planted in you again.

“I don’t know. Do dandelions mean something to us?” His innocent question had you giggling at the memory.

“I had to explain to you what they were, and then we made wishes together on our wishing flowers!”

“I see,” he hummed in response, “what did we wish for?”

“We never told each other, we’re not supposed to.” A sigh was the only sound you had made after that, a tense silence coming between you too.

“Well, I’m dumb then.”

“Hobi, do you even believe me? Or do you think I’m just crazy?” You sniffled when you asked him the most important question of the evening. For once, the face that you had spent a total of hours observing, studying, and figuring out was unreadable. You couldn’t tell what emotions he was feeling if any at all. To your pleasant surprise, Hoseok reached up to scratch his nose; an idiom that you realized months ago he did whenever he was in deep thought about something. At least he’s thinking about it. You could’ve told yourself that the reason why you had crossed your fingers, and even your toes, was an attempt to pop the knuckles. That would be a lie, and you know it would be a lie to say that you were doing anything but praying to the Fates that he believed you. Even telling me that he’s willing to try to fall in love with me again would suffice.

“I do.” His words barely had the ability to pull you out of your thoughts, causing you to hear the complete opposite reply.

“Hobi I-” your face had fallen until you saw his face turn into that beautifully dumb grin, “wait, what? You believe me? Why?”

“I reincarnate, tell you I can’t remember you when you say that we’re gonna be life-mates, and then you question me when I say I believe you?” You hid your face in embarrassment because he was right. His tone, however, was the same one he used in that first conversation when he was baffled by you asking for his name. “You want to know why I believe you?”

“Yes.”

“One,” he held up a finger, “we have obviously met. You know that I have red fairy dust, and you’ve apparently met my village already.” You nodded your head in agreement. “Two. No matter how many times I told you my name was Hoseok, you still called me Hobi. There’s no explanation as to why that name would feel so natural to you if you’ve never used it before.” You laughed because it was natural to you. “Three. These rings. You claim that you saw me wearing these flowers around my neck. You don’t seem to be the kind of person who can make up stories on the spot like that,” this warranted a flick to his head, causing him to topple over. At first, you were worried you hurt him until he started squeaking with laughter. “Ow! Have you always done that?”

“Only when you’re deserving of it. Which is often.”

“Gah, you’re something else.” He smiled, shaking his head, and the playful banter itself had your heart soaring. “Your ring, however, I do not remember doing it, but I know I did.” You shot him a questioning eyebrow raise to which he continued explaining. “I can feel the power radiating from it, the life force, and I know it’s mine. Knowing that those things decay once they’re taken off, there’s no way you could have gotten that ring from anyone else and have it still been intact.”

“So, what now?” He looked at you in silence, pondering your question. Suddenly, he was grabbing your hand in an attempt to tug you to your feet. Standing at once, he found himself lazily lounging on the same shoulder again. This time, you did not stiffen or shrink in fear; you were in total acceptance of his touch, and how comfortable he already was to do this, again. “Dandelion, you are a mess. I’m a fairy but I know humans need to sleep too.” When you sat on your bed, he flew off your shoulder and left the room, allowing you to change out into night clothes.

“Hoseok, I left the window open for you. It took a long time before you stayed in the house with me, so I figured I’d do this for you again in case you didn’t want to.”

“Thank you, dandelion. Can I call you that? It feels more natural to me than your name for some reason.” You giggled for a moment before letting him know it was fine.

“Goodnight, Hobi. And uh,” you fumbled with the sheets of your bed for a moment as you thought about what to say next, “thank you for believing me. I know I must sound crazy.”

“Honestly? Even if I didn’t believe you, I’d pretend that I did anyway. Because you are the prettiest being I’ve ever seen and if I’ve made you fall in love with me once, I’m gonna do it even better this time.”

Without even waiting for a reply, he flew out the window to do who knows what, leaving you in a puddle of goo in your bed. After a few moments of giddy squealing and sore cheeks, you let your smile fall from your face to give yourself the chance to rest. Despite how horribly wrong life had turned for you; no matter how disappointed you were that you had to build the relationship from scratch; no matter what difficulty laid ahead, you knew that you could get through it, just like you got through these past few months. As you drifted off into sleep, you figured you would dream of the meadows again. Instead, you dreamt of your redheaded fairy and the seed of hope that had been planted inside you.

April 21st

When you woke up the next morning, it was to the sound of breaking glass and groans of frustration. During the brief moments that it took for you to recognize the noise, your sleep-filled eyes darted towards the empty windowsill. The windowsill is empty. Code red signals flashed through your mind as you were automatically thrown into overdrive when you made the connection between the noises down the hall and the missing flower pot. The thought to put on more appropriate clothing to confront the intruder in your home only passed through your mind as you flew out your bedroom door. With only your underwear and one of Hoseok’s shirts on, you met the enemy with a shout that would soon be followed by a howl of laughter.

“What the fuck are you doing in my-” but your threatening question was cut off midway as you soaked in the hilarity of the sight you stumbled upon.

You were quickly able to register the source of the broken glass; a couple of your drinking glasses had been shifted onto the floor from their usual place by the sink. Next was the missing flower pot that was currently sitting in the sink itself, with a stream of water flowing into it. The source of the miserable groans? A three-foot Hoseok standing on one of your dining table chairs. On one hand, the chaotic scene was adorable and humorous, on the other hand, however, you felt as though you were ready to have a heart attack at any given moment. Plus, you were now short two pieces of dishware, and you began to notice the drooping of Hoseok’s wings even before he did.

“Y/N” His face was full of fear at being caught in the midst of his shenanigans, but you couldn’t help but soften, slightly, at his deepening voice.

“Hoseok!” Carefully scrambling over the broken glass, you hurriedly shut off the tap. “You can’t water yourself that much or else you’ll drown!” With a grunt of frustration, you picked up the soaking flower and placed it on your porch to let the sun dry it. On the way back, you grabbed a broom and dustpan to clean up the mess. “Don’t touch it, Hobi.”

Hoseok had already gotten off the chair to clean up after himself when you returned to the kitchen, but you were afraid he’d cut himself on the glass. Watching his half-grown body shuffle the chair back to the table had you suppressing a chuckle. I’m still mad at you, damn it. After a few minutes, you could see his wings visibly brighten and perk back up from the overdose of water they had received. It looked as though Hoseok was walking on eggshells because he timidly shifted from foot to foot as he watched you clean up the remaining pieces of glass.

“I’m sorry about the glasses, Y/N.” Hoseok turned his head down in shame, but you couldn’t help but pull him into a hug.

“It’s okay, don’t feel bad,” when you pulled away you ran your head through his hair to which he grinned, “this isn’t the first time you’ve destroyed something of mine.”

“What do you mean?” With a blank expression, Hoseok visibly gulped as you recalled a story to him.

“For one, you destroyed dozens of shirts. You get way too excited about things and your wings just fly out of nowhere. You’ve also destroyed a couple of the vegetable pots that I bought for you.”

“Vegetable pots?”

“Goodness, you really don’t remember anything do you?” He simply shook his head when an idea came to your mind. “Holy shit, Hoseok! I don’t know why I didn’t think of this already!”

You were flying down the hallway to your bedroom again, this time in excitement instead of fear. I’m an idiot, I should have shown him this last night! Flinging your closet door open, you were immediately jumping for the small box that had been tucked away for safety during Hoseok’s reincarnation. You smiled to yourself as you hugged the box closely to your chest, and met him on your bed.

“I know you already said you believed me about our past, but I just remembered to show you these. Take a look.”

You pressed the box into his hands and lifted the lid, causing his eyes to go wide. He pulled out the few pictures of the two of you that you had bothered to get printed off. The first one that he pulled out was a photo of the night he met your parents. Your mother had snapped a picture while the two of you had remained at the dinner table to finish your conversation; you were in the middle of laughing and Hoseok’s face was resting in his palm as he looked at you with adoration. You had scolded your mother for the candid but then proceeded to beg her to send it to you. The next one he pulled out, and his face scrunched up in embarrassment. It was a picture of you two on the train to find his village; Hoseok was fast asleep, slumped over on your shoulder while you held the flower in your lap. He gave you one of those “are you serious,” looks, but grabbed the last photo without a word. You knew which photo this was going to be, so you readied yourself for his reaction. This was the picture you had taken that day in the park when he discovered the dandelions; Hoseok was laid out amongst the yellow weeds with his eyes closed and a wide grin on his face.

“These are,” he jutted his tongue out to wet his lips as he thought about his words. “These are the dandelions, aren’t they?”

“Yes, they are,” you couldn’t help the smile that rose to your eyes, “do you remember this day?”

“No,” but he just shook his head in response. “They seem really familiar, though. You made me really happy, didn’t you?”

“If I could make you half as happy as you made, make, me, then I think I’d have accomplished something.” He looked at you with a soft smile before speaking again.

“Y/N,” he started slowly, “when can we go back to my village?” The question shouldn’t have hurt you as much as it did, but you still understood.

“We can go back when you’re fully grown. Is that okay?” The nod was followed by a broad smile, and you still couldn’t fathom how he was the embodiment of the sun. “When do you think you’ll be full grown?”

“Honestly? I’ve never grown this fast before. Maybe by tonight or tomorrow?” He gave a shrug of his shoulders to show you that he was uncertain.

“That’s alright too. I have work in a little bit, but I’ll be back tonight. Can you please behave and not break anything else?” The sheepish grin he gave you made your heart thump and you wanted nothing more than to just kiss him.

“Of course. Also?” His question had stopped you as you walked into the bathroom to get ready for work. You hummed in acknowledgment of his question. “I’m glad you’re the person I woke up to.”

You could only give him a shy smile that was barely a small fraction of how wonderful you felt inside. Work passed in the blink of an eye that day. Tina had obviously questioned you about your sudden disappearance the night before; you gave a short summary of who the hot customer was to you, but the idea didn’t faze you as you thought about your fairy waiting for you at home. How amazing is that? You hummed along to the music playing overhead as you prepared a few cups of coffee for a table that just came in. Jackson comes in and makes me freak out, and I go home and wake up my sleeping beauty. It’s like all I had to do was cry on the soil. The moment that thought ran through your mind, you stopped dead in your tracks. A subtle connection between the book and the events last night squeezed their way into your mind. Then you remembered the night you cried over his flower pot the first time. Do I have to be that vulnerable? How dorky can this fairytale I’m living in get? Despite the oddity of the situation, you shook your head and put on your customer service smile that was finally completely genuine.

“Hobi!” You called as you stepped through the front door, only to find it alarmingly quiet.

The majority of the lights were still off in the house, and so you cautiously went through, turning them on one by one. As you reached your bedroom, the panic that had been biding its time inside you begun to slip away as you heard Hoseok’s soft, melodic voice from inside the bathroom. The minute you had changed out of your work clothes and into your sleepwear, you sat against the wall next to the bathroom door. I’m glad he remembered that he knows how to sing. A giggle left your lips as you mentally praised yourself for what you thought had been a good joke. After a few moments, you allowed yourself to be reminded of more loving memories that you held in your heart of Hoseok.

“Y/N,” Hoseok called out to you one morning as the sun began to fill your sleepy eyes. Turning over to your side, you peered up at the redheaded man next to you; he had propped himself up on one elbow and seemed to be observing you quite intently. A brief smile passed over your face before you promptly closed your eyes again. “Y/N!” Hoseok’s singsong voice was louder this time, a more dramatic note change added in as well.

“Hobi, let me sleep.”

He simply hummed in response, and for a moment you thought he was complying with your request. That was until the covers were thrown off you and you were forced to roll back to face him. Your eyes were wide open for only a few seconds before you were giving him the best glare you could give.

“Good morning, starshine. The earth says hello!”

“One, I can’t believe you just quoted Willy Wonka. And two, I can’t believe you did it so beautifully. Why did you never tell me that you can sing?” Hoseok shrugged his head and you had to beg him to sing more for you, and only with promises of plenty of back massages did he relent.

“Y/N!” What are you doing out here?“ You had been so caught up in the memories that you didn’t even hear Hoseok shut the water off, let alone walk out into your bedroom. For a moment you let your eyes linger on his mostly naked body, and you were almost disappointed he had found a towel to hold around his waist. He coughed awkwardly when you stared too long and you peered up at him.

“Sorry, Hobi,” You giggled with your apology, “I forgot that you can’t remember that we’ve already seen each other naked.”

“We have?” The shock in his voice was paired with a choked reply, and you had to use all of your willpower not to laugh at him.

“Yeah, we also, uh,” Instead, you just nodded your head and continued with the explanation. “We kinda became really intimate.” His eyes widened, and at first, you thought he was upset.

“Are you serious? That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.”

“What?”

“You must be a goddess sent to love me if we did that. Holy hell, I can’t wait to fall in love with you again.” He reached out a hand down to you, and you grabbed it so he could help you up. The force of his strength caused you to tumble into him and it was only for a second that you let yourself keep your head against his chest. My head is on his chest right now.

“Hoseok! You’re full grown!”

“Oh?” He took a step back from you to look at himself, “Yeah, I am. Those things in your bathroom are mirrors, right? We need those in my village. Also, I much prefer bathing in there than in a stream”

April 22nd

The trek up the hill to Hoseok’s village was a bittersweet one today. As much as you would have loved to continue spending time with him in the isolation of your home, you had agreed to take him home once he was full grown. I didn’t think he’d be done growing in just one day though, was all you could grumble to yourself while the bubbly fairy to the right of you chatted away about fairy things, many of which you already knew. You did not tell him this, however, letting yourself become content with just listening to his voice.

In place of coherent responses, you simply nodded and hummed along to show that you were listening to an extent. For the first time in a long time, you let yourself observe the human world that was quickly dissipating around you the closer that you got to the fairy door. Due to the fact that May was just around the corner, the sun was shining so warmly on your skin only aiding to enhance the sun-kissed tan you had gained throughout winter and spring. The trees were green, so green and you almost thought that they were radiating life to you as well. Running your hands along the heated bark, you closed your eyes and imagined how so many months ago, you and Hoseok had walked this same path for the first time; so naïve, so optimistic, so in love. You brushed the bitter thought away from your mind, as you made the last few steps past the rock that marked the point where you could enter. Hoseok had stepped in front of you, ready to open the door, but you placed a hand on his shoulder to halt him.

“Hoseok, let me.” You took a deep breath and let the warm air flow from your lips to awaken the door. Hoseok was eyeing you carefully, looking slightly impressed that you had made the door appear but remaining fairly neutral in expression. “Aperta sunt mihi.”

The words came out just louder than a nervous whisper, but it was enough to allow you permission to enter. You turned to Hoseok whose features had grown both pleased and shocked, and you held your hand out to him to walk inside. He grabbed it with no hesitation, earning himself a smile that encompassed the entirety of your face. For the first time in who knows how long, the mythical story that you had found yourself living in regained its ethereal beauty; the flowers never died, the sun never froze, and the beauty of this world never faded, yet reentering with the man who brought so much love to your life only helped to magnify the magic that you first felt. The two of you walked in silence for a time, the sound of the still trickling stream adding a tone of ambiance to the path. The moment the two of you reached your treehouse, a friendly voice called out to the two of you.

“I can’t believe you, Y/N!” There was no malice in the yellow fairy’s words, only relief. His hands were steady as he held you in your place, “you never came back home, where have you- holy shit Prince Hoseok!” His grip on you was released as he finally took notice of his friend and prince, arms entrapping him in an embrace.

“Namjoon, how good is it to see you!” The two laughed as they hugged it out, the excitement soon becoming too much for Hoseok as his wings sprung forth tearing yet another shirt of his.

“You weren’t kidding,” Namjoon turned to you at the sight of the shreds of fabric settling to the ground. “How many shirts has he gone through at this point?” You simply shrugged and told him you lost count. “Hoseok, you have no idea how worried you made Y/N. I swear she’s cried enough times to water the both of us for a month!”

Hoseok watched the interaction between you and Namjoon for a few moments; how you playfully smacked his chest and then how you covered his mouth with your hands as he tried to speak again. The way Namjoon wrapped his arm around your neck, and the way he ran his hand over your head to disrupt your hair. He listened to the way your voice cried out in protest and the sound was suddenly like music to his ears. Hoseok felt something poke at him at the bottom of his heart and he wasn’t sure what the feeling was, but he knew it was only growing more unpleasant as the interactions before him dragged on.

“Y/N,” the sound of Hoseok’s cough and his stern voice pulled you back from your shenanigans, to which you gave him a meek smile. “Think you should explain to Namjoon what’s going on?”

“Exactly, how the hell did you manage to skip out on a second reincarnation, and why is he not all over you right now?” Namjoon furrowed his brows at the realization of the distance that had now separated you and Hoseok.

“Joonie, you’re gonna want to prepare yourself for this.” Hoseok mouthed the word ‘Joonie’ behind your back, to which Namjoon gave a wave of his hand.

“Fine. Explain.”

“Okay so remember that book I had you and Taehyung pull from the red section?” Hoseok looked completely lost already, while Namjoon just nodded his head in remembrance. “It pretty much was a children’s story. Except the plot was similar to mine and Hoseok’s. In the end, the fairy was reincarnated as the lover cried into the soil. Don’t look at me like that, yes its lame but it was a good book!”

“I’m sure it was, go on Y/N.”

“When I went to work the other night, Jackson showed up, and-”

“Wait, Jackson showed up? I swear I’d kill him if I was human.” Namjoon’s wings started to flap in fury as he recalled the horrible man you’d previously described to him in passing.

“Anyway! I freaked out, ran home and lost it. I was talking to the flower pot- don’t give me that look, I know I’m crazy- and I was crying and Hoseok appeared out of nowhere.”

“Well, that’s terribly tame. Nothing more exciting happened?” At Namjoon’s words of disappointment, you and Hoseok only shared a look. “What?”

“Hoseok kind of doesn’t remember me?”

“Namjoon, put me down right now!” Your shout was lost in the wind or was purposefully ignored. Either way, he did no such thing.

The moment you told him of Hoseok’s lost memories, followed by his confirmation, he was adamant about taking the matter to the queen. Despite your protests, Namjoon reasoned with you because you couldn’t hide the fact forever, as well as Hoseok needing to see her anyways. You had begrudgingly agreed, but to your dismay, Namjoon thought you were walking too slow, so he opted to carry you instead. As you entered the throne room once more, a hoard of people ran to you once you caught their eye. First, the servants ran and bowed to Hoseok, offering their aide and services. The moment he refused and thanked them, they turned to you.

“Princess, Y/N! We’re happy to see that you’re well. Namjoon was starting to worry us for you.”

“Oh please,” you curtsied to them in response, “you know that I’m not a princess.” The warm smile you gave them was enough to have them rising to their feet as well.

“Perhaps not, but we know how much Prince Hoseok loves you! He’s made his wish to soul-bond with you quite obvious before his departure!”

One of the servants gushed and swooned at the thought of your love story, and heat began to rise to your face. You looked over to Hoseok who had averted his eyes and seemed to decisively be avoiding eye contact. A tap came to your right shoulder, tearing your eyes from Hoseok to come face to face with your personal servant.

“Yoonji,” you could not contain the overflowing happiness you felt as you gazed at your fairy servant that you hadn’t seen in so long, “I missed you!”

“And I you, Princess Y/N.” She hugged you tightly and pressed her mouth to your ear. “The queen looks livid, you and Hoseok better head towards the thrones.”

She pulled away with what you now knew was a fake appearance for the sake of the queen. You risked a glance to the front, and thankfully the queen was talking to someone else, but her annoyance was evident anyway. You grabbed Hoseok’s hand out of the habit of calming your nerves, and he happily let you do it.

“I must be totally in love with you if all of my servants are calling you princess, huh?” He gave you a cheeky wink and you would have giggled had it not been for the fact that you had just reached the queen’s place.

Hosoek bowed, and you curtsied, but he left his place quickly to greet his mother. So, you stood there, craning to hear the conversation they were having. The queen looked so motherly, yet you couldn’t shake the itch in your gut that told you that she was responsible for this. The occasional glance was thrown your way and you assumed that Hoseok was explaining what was going on. Damn it, Hoseok, stop talking. But he didn’t, he went on and on, and a large grin broke over his face as he stared over to you; the queen was quick to perhaps say something harsh to him, pulling the happiness from his lip. Her eyes were suddenly filled with fire as she turned sharply on her heel to stand before you.

“Y/N, I think it’s best if you leave, don’t you?” The words were spoken through gritted teeth, and the malice seething from her confirmed your suspicions of her evil side.

“I don’t have work today, so I don’t have to leave for a while, your majesty.” You tried to remain calm and composed, but the flicker of offense that flashed over her face told you that you had failed.

“I meant forever, Y/N. You do not belong here.” You recoiled from the venom in her words and you had taken a step back only to bump into a warm chest you didn’t even know had moved.

“Mother, what has gotten into you?” Hoseok placed his hands protectively on your sides, and you felt yourself calming just the slightest. “How can you treat Y/N like this, she is our guest!”

“She is a human,” if this were a cartoon there would be smoke rising from her head. “You have no memories of her, she is not worth keeping around!” Her tongue snapped with the anger she was dripping with, and her eyes squinted as Hoseok turned you to face him.

“I don’t care, mother.” He placed his hands on your cheeks and kissed you with the tender love that you had been yearning so many months for. “It matters not that I have no recollection of our time together, that only opens the way for us to make better memories. If you’ll let me, that is?” You knew his question was meant solely for you.

A wave of d��jà vu rushed through you at his inquiry about your consent, and your giggle was swallowed by another kiss from Hoseok’s waiting lips. You hardly noticed the shriek that the queen gave off as she flew from the throne room, chaos being left in her wake. The only thing you allowed yourself to focus on was the softness of Hoseok’s left thumb still caressing your cheek; the warmth of his breath mixing with yours, and the vibrations humming through his chest and yours as your souls inched closer to each other, beat by beat to meet again.

“That insolent human, how dare she question me!”

The queen was furious, curses and sounds of disgust never leaving her mouth as she flew to her secret keep. As she glided towards the black door, two guards bowed in reverence to their queen. She flicked a pointed finger towards the door, silently demanding it to be opened. She crossed the threshold with a grunt and slammed the door behind her. Sitting in the middle of the barren cell was a pot; it’s pink color looked dull and bleak, a representation of its conditions. The queen allowed her wings to spread out in full, the orange, lacelike shapes spreading out to span almost the entirety of the cell. With closed eyes, she drew her focus to the pot sitting so vulnerably before her. The thought to break it, to crush its inhabitant crossed her mind, but only for a brief moment. Instead, she allowed a wicked smile to grow on her face. The aura in the room grew sinister, any sense of joy diminishing with the blink of the queen’s eyes. Her wings flapped. Once, then twice. As she did so, the warm orange color practically melted from her body, only to be replaced with wings as black as night. It’s nice to rid myself of that disgusting color, if even once a year. What should have been orange fairy dust floating down to the flower pot was instead black; dust so black it was like shards of pure obsidian glass raining down like acid rain onto the soil. And what should have been a bright pink light omitted from the soil was a light that was, for a second, pink but slowly greyed and greyed into a depressing hue of pink.

Jimin’s POV

Why was I born a fairy? The pink fairy groaned as he tossed and turned, floating through what felt like an abyss. Waiting to be reincarnated is such a waste of time. The world around him was dark and empty, scary even. It wasn’t, however, or it wasn’t supposed to be, rather. To Jimin, it felt as though he was attached to the heaviest, yet softest, threads of silk; he felt as though someone could come by and give them a swift tug and he’d be carried away. What a stupid thought, you’re in a fucking seed for crying out loud. Reincarnation periods are different for everyone. Some have bright open spaces filled with sunlight and warmth. Others, like Jimin, embrace a cool darkness that once brought him peace. I suppose this is now fitting for me, the sleepy fairy thought as his body swayed under the lack of gravity. Time moves differently in the seed; what is three months outside can seem like a few hours to the fairy inside. If they choose to sleep, that is. Jimin doesn’t. I can’t believe I did that to her, then had to disappear the moment I knew she would need answers. Jimin tried to smack himself in the forehead at his own ignorance and sins, but his limb couldn’t move fast enough to have power behind the smack. I’ve never once questioned why fairy things are the way they are, but when Y/N came and I met a human for the first time- his thoughts trailed off to the thought of you and his throat tightened so painfully that it felt like he was drowning, not floating through nothingness- Unlike the elves, we do not hold unprecedented hatred towards humans, but were instead told to always be kind yet cautious. He remembered the day he first saw you, that warm December morning as everyone rushed to the prince’s side; the way you hid behind Hoseok with a look of concern and worry consuming your features. What wonderful features they were, they are. His thoughts were carried to his silent observations he had witnessed of you that first week, apprehensive yet interested. Then he thought of that morning in the throne room and how your lips beautifully formed the word ‘Hobi.’ Why do you create such dumb nicknames? That’s almost as bad as Jiminie! He let out a frustrated laugh as he longed to hear you call his name. Once Hoseok left, and he witnessed your breathtaking personality unfold, he was doomed. Waking me up so late at night to celebrate a human holiday? I must’ve been whipped from the start. He thought about the way you feigned happiness on New Year’s Eve, yet his heart ached because he knew better. The way your eyes shined so brightly when you walked into your treehouse on Valentine’s day allowed a small smile to play on his lips. Y/N, do you know how much of a scolding I got from the king for picking that many flowers for you? Jimin could almost see the horror on your face if you were to be told of that fact. When thinking of you on the day he was destined to leave, he couldn’t help but replay your image in his head for the umpteenth time. How can she walk with such unknown grace that didn’t need to be taught in lessons? Why does the sound of her laugh make my heart stop, yet beat ridiculously fast at the same time? How, Jimin’s breath got a little shaky as his thoughts of you took a more physical turn, is it possible to have hair that’s softer, more full of life than a fairy’s? Why does her imperfect skin, with its scars, blemishes, and flaws, bring me more warmth and tenderness than a fairy’s skin that is without flaw? How do the clothes made for fairies fit her, a human, much better than the beings they were created for? Jimin’s eyes scrunched in shame as the next images poured into his brain with no warning. Do you know, Y/N, the way your hips sway as you walk with joy? Can you feel how enticing your neck is when you look over your shoulder to smile at me? Surely you know how the slightest touch of your fingertips riles me up. Jimin could feel a small wave of impure emotion wash through his body as his thoughts led back to the last night of Hoseok’s celebration. I know, I shouldn’t have followed, but I didn’t expect to stumble on that! He recalled the looks of love and bliss on you and Hoseok’s faces, the way that your smile reached your ears as he whispered sweet nothings to you. It’s nearly unheard of, Y/N, for fairies to be intimate like that with people other than your life-mate, did you know that? Once I realized what I had stumbled upon, I knew how true Hoseok’s feelings were for you. When I flew away and caught the tail end of your sighs of pleasure, I knew right then that you never would be mine. Any arousal that Jimin had gained from his recollection of his moments of spying was quickly diminished by the guilty pain he felt in his heart. Fairy’s aren’t even supposed to get aroused during the reincarnation period, I’m supposed to be sleeping right now!

But he couldn’t; he couldn’t bring himself to feel any sense of pleasure or happiness while he knew that you were on the surface, losing your mind. The tree, Y/N. God damn it I hope you, for some reason, thought to look in my treehouse for something. It’s there, he’s there. Wetness threatened to fall from his eyes, and for a moment Jimin tried to stop it, to no avail. “Jimin! You’re a fairy. I thought you were supposed to be filled with warmth, butterflies, and all things good?” Your words hit him like a bolt of lightning, and soon the tears that were building behind closed eyelids fell, or rose, rather. I’ve always wondered if anything else would float in here, Jimin watched through blurry eyes as his teardrops collected in the air to form a ball of gravity-defying liquid. I’m a disgrace, Y/N. There is no warmth, no butterflies, nor goodness in me. I broke your trust, the girl I love because I was scared. I hope you have found Hoseok’s seed, and I hope you can nurture him back to the world before I can return. Knowing that you have his soul to keep yours intact will let me have more peace of mind when I must look you in the eyes and tell you what I did. Jimin could only hope that his excuse for his cowardice could be understood to any degree upon his arrival. I swear to you, Y/N, I will make this right. There in the darkness of his seed, he vowed over and over again to atone for his sins and wrongdoings. He deprived himself the sanity of sleeping through his reincarnation period and instead allowed himself to be tortured by the thought of Hoseok, by the thought of you. Never once, in the dimension of time that he was coasting through, did he let his resolve waver from you. He had never been awake for so long in a reincarnation period, he didn’t know how long he had been here. It felt as though he truly was living through every second of the three months that he was gone. As time ticked on, he wondered to himself once more on your condition. He wondered if everything had been solved and if you and Hoseok had soul-bonded yet. The pain in his heart called out to him like the sound of your voice, gradually getting louder and louder. It wasn’t until the darkness around him began to unfold and let in the sunlight that he knew his solitary confinement was drawing to a close. As warmth forced him to materialize into the living world, he squeezed his eyes so tightly, as if to shield him from the events to come. All he heard was the sound a woman’s stern voice that confronted him for his deeds, or the lack thereof, and the sight of black. The epitome of evil in a pair of wings.

“Park Jimin, you are a traitor to the crown, and you will be punished for your disobedience.”

Taglist: @zerotexas1975 @sockie-the-fuckingcat @thelastpinkpenguin @rainbow-pandacorn @angel-ofcolor (just to let you know that I haven’t given up on this fic yet lol) @chamgyeopsall @jmnyvs

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axelsagewrites · 7 years ago

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Hey there! Could I get a ship for the Marauder's Era and the Golden Trio? I'm a female, straight Hufflepuff with black curly hair. I am 5'7, curvy, and I have brown eyes. I'm normally very shy and awkward, but I can be outgoing when I'm comfortable. I'm so indecisive, a huge klutz, and I've been told I can be pretty oblivious. I love pick-up lines, reading, and traveling to new places. I'm a sucker for fluff, but smut is my weakness. Thanks so much!

I ship you with…

Dean Thomas

You had barely ever spoken to Dean. Maybe casual chat while waiting for a class or something but not much since you were kind of awkward. Normally if you did talk to him you were talking to one of his friends, Neville, and he joined the conversation.Honestly you never really saw Dean that way. Yes, he was cute but you barely knew him and thought he was like most Gryffindor boys; loud, confident and rowdy. Yes, it was a stereotype but so far the only person you knew who broke it was Neville.You and Neville were friends and actually, most of your Hufflepuff friends thought you two would be perfect together but both of you thought otherwise.

One day in herbology you were de-potting magical plants when Neville handed you an envelope. Neville was sitting next to you so it should have been discreet but Neville fell off his chair at the same time he went to hand it to you which brought all the attention to your station. Mrs Sprout wasn’t too pleased so instead of opening the envelope you quickly stuffed it in your bag. You didn’t see it but Dean had been staring at you and when he saw it get crushed he was just as crushed as it.It wasn’t until late that night when you were doing homework did you see the envelope again. Sighing, you took it out your bag and opened it and by Merlin, you wished you hadn’t crushed it.It was a piece of parchment that had been folded to look like a card. On the front was a beautifully drawn badger. Above the badger, in amazing handwriting, it said ‘You’re smiles like expelliarmus, simple yet disarming’. You smiled at the line and opened the card.You had known the Yule ball was approaching but hadn’t thought anyone would ask you so you and your friends had agreed to go together. However, this card changed that. It read;

Dear (Y/N)Will you go to the Yule ball with me?From Deanp.s. Neville told me you like pick up lines so I need to ask, are you a camera? Because every time I look at you I smile.

You said yes and honestly didn’t expect much but the night was perfect. You could decide on your dress for the ball and it was the day before. “What about this one?”You asked, holding the black dress to your body and asking the same question you had asked 17 times. Your roommates kept a tally.“Ugh.” Your roommates groaned. One of your roommates, Izzy, stood up and walked to your trunk. She pulled it open and rummaged through it before flinging fabric in your face. “You’re wearing this. No exceptions. You look smoking in it and I already found out what he’s wearing so it’s sorted. You wear that.” “Ok.” You said, relieved you didn’t have to pick, then you remembered. “What shoes?” groans were heard all over the room and Izzy screamed into her pillow.The next night you all got ready for the ball. Izzy helped you make your outfit up and your other roommate, Jen, did your hair and you did your own makeup (or none if you don’t wear any). Deans jaw slackened as he saw you walk down the stairs. You were kinda awkward so instead of pulling a Hermione, walking down the middle of the stairs to make everyone gawk at her, you walked down, arms linked with your friends. You broke away from them when Dean waved at you.You walked over to him with a shy smile, unlike his big grin. “Did you survive the killing curse because you’re drop dead gorgeous.” You laughed at that. You wore a flowy yellow dress that reached your ankles and billowed out when you spun. You also wore a black shawl, heels/flats, belt and a couple pieces of black jewellery. You wore your house colours with pride.He wore a black suit and black shirt but with a yellow bow tie. Izzy had definitely planned that. “You don’t look bad yourself.”You hung out with Dean and his friends and their dates. That included Neville & Ginny and Seamus & Lavender. Lavender was kinda bratty but other than that it was a brilliant night. Neville and Ginny often got up to dance and you four sat and laughed. You didn’t want to dance, scared you may step on his feet or mess up, and he was nervous to ask.However, after being there for an hour, he decided to just ask. Neville and Ginny were away dancing and Seamus and Lavender were flirty and it was gross. You were staring into space, sitting at a table with them, when he tapped your shoulder and held out his hand. “Will you give me this dance?” Your cheeks felt warm, scared you might be a klutz and step on his feet. “I’m a horrid dancer.” You confessed.His grinned widened. “So am I. the worst in fact.”“I’m worse.”“Prove it.” He challenged. Of course, you took this challenge so you grabbed his hand and went to the dance floor.You didn’t sit with Seamus or Nevile again that night.You and Dean danced, talked and flirted, unknown to you for a bit, all night. You ended up in the kitchen at one point. The house elves gave you drinks and some snacks as you sat a small table near the back.At one point Dean whispered something to a house elf who promptly nodded his head and scurried off.You didn’t say anything but after about ten minutes the house-elf came back but now held a small device. You raised an eyebrow as Dean began to press some buttons on it. “Whats that?” You asked, before drinking your juice.“An mp3.”“What?” He laughed at your confusion. Music began to play from the small device and Dean stood. “May I have this dance?” You giggled and took his hand. The house elves may have ‘accidentally’ left out some firewhiskey. You and Dean danced clumsily but smiled none the less.You had taken your heels off so Dean was slightly taller than you. You rested your head against his chest as you danced. It was around midnight when you left the kitchens. It had been a great night which you hadn’t expected.“You know,” You started. Dean looked at you as you spoke. “I never thought that this would happen. You know, like going on a date with you. I had no idea you liked me.”“You didn’t know?” He laughed. “People have told me I look like a lovestruck puppy. I stare at you across the hall and in most classes. Hell, I’ve drawn you before and you didn’t know?”You shrugged. After a couple seconds your head snapped towards him. “YYou draw? Did you draw that badger?” His cheeks darkened slightly and he nodded his head. “It was amazing. I’m soo sorry I crushed it. I hated myself once I saw what I did, I’m such a klutz.” You facepalmed and he chuckled.“No, you’re not.” After a second he changed his mind. “Ok, maybe you are but its fine. I’ll draw another if you’d like?”“You don’t have to.” None the less on Monday in Herbology Neville handed you another envelope which contained a badger drawing, a pickup line and another date and time for your and Deans next date. You looked over at Dean and smiled and mouthed thanks.That date was great as well. In fact, all your future dates were. Especially the one when you asked him to marry you and he said yes.

James Potter

James Potter was infamous at Hogwarts but you didn’t really care. You were kinda awkward and shy so it’s not like you would introduce yourself to your crush but he didn’t have a problem with it.

You were sat under a tree near the black lake with Lily Evans, reading a book she had lent you, ‘love with a chance of drowning’. She was also reading but you weren’t paying attention. Well until James Potter sat down in between you two and slung his arms over your shoulders.Lily instantly shrugged him off but he was staring at you anyway. Your face went red and you froze. “Watcha reading?” was the first sentence James had ever asked you.Sure you’d seen him around but you were way to shy to introduce yourself.“Oh, um, eh its some muggle book. You probably don’t know it so…” you muttered and trailed off. James later revealed your voice sounded like an angels choir. James tried to peer at the book but your black curly hair blocked his view. “Well, maybe you could tell me about it later when you help me study for Herbology. I’m really crap and I heard you’re great so, help a fella out?”Lily looked at you sceptically. “Sure, um when?” you managed to force out. You and James set your study date which eventually would turn into you planning real dates.

You were running to meet the marauders in the great hall. You were running since you had been held back in transfigurations and didn’t want to make them wait. It had taken you a few weeks to get used to the marauders but now it was fun hanging out with them. You were so distracting by your own thoughts you ended up tripping on the stairs. You brought your arms in front of your face to protect your fall but you never hit the ground. Instead, you landed on someone else. You heard them go ‘oof’ and groan slightly. You opened your eyes to see your boyfriend, James lying on the ground with you on top of him.Your eyes widened and you rushed to get up. “Just can’t help falling for me eh?” He asked as he began to stand.“I’m so sorry.” You tried to rush out but he just chuckled. You stopped suddenly “Wheres everyone else?”“In the hall,” you began to walk towards the door but he grabbed your wrist and spun you around. “But we’re not meeting them.” You scrunched up your eyebrows but he just smirked. He dragged you down some corridor and into a secret passage.He stood directly in front of you, not even arm’s length away. You were about to ask him why he had dragged you into a pitch black room but he spoke before you. “Gonna light your wand, honey?” he asked as you heard him start to rummage around.“Lumos.” You whispered which brought light to the small dingy passage.After a few moments, James pulled something from his bag. “Remember you asked how I got around the castle at night?” you nodded. “This is it.” He handed you a silky cloak and you furrowed your brows and frowned slightly. “Trust me. Watch” he drapped the cloak over his shoulders and his body disappeared.“Wicked.” You breathed.“Its also,” he began, taking the cloak off. “How were getting out.” James put the cloak over you and lead you out the passage.James took you to a small café in Hogsmeade for dinner. It was Friday night so curfew was slightly later than usual.The whole night was full of inside jokes, pick up line contests and talking. You talked about everything from school to family, from friends to the future. You and James made a deal that if you were still together when you left school, in a year and a bit, that you would travel to Romania to see dragons then to northern Europe, specifically France, to try and find a unicorn. James had been desperate to see one.It was in France that James proposed to you. Right after he proposed a unicorn approached you and James said it had to be since the unicorn gave his blessing. You obviously said yes. Well more specifically “Duh, you dork.” And hugged him tight.

#Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter cast #harry potter ships #dean thomas #dean Thomas imagine #James Potter #young james potter #james potter imagine

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purrincesskittens · 7 years ago

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Marichat May: Day 30; Scratch

Nathalie stood there patiently trying not to tap her foot as a sheepish Adrien fidgeted under her gaze. “Now explain to me exactly why you need a list of shops that sell the following,” She lifted up a list of things Adrien had given her when he called asking to be picked up as well as asking her to find shops that sold a whole list of items that she had no idea what use he could possibly have for them.

“High quality chocolates or baked goods containing chocolate but not from the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie, which I know for a fact is one of your favorite places to get baked goods from considering the sheer amount of boxes with their logo on it found in the trash from your room besides Camembert containers.” She begins pushing up her glasses to read off the list.

Adrien scoffed his foot shyly a faint blush on his cheeks. Nathalie was good, like really good at figuring out his favorite foods especially if he wasn’t supposed to have them. “Note to self find a new way to dispose of Plagg’s cheese containers and any boxes from Marinette’s place. Nathalie knows all.”

“Flowers the biggest bouquet of pink and white flowers there is and those too must be high quality, a fancy pot with lavender planted in it, a couple yards of fabric at least three colors high quality as well, high quality yarn at least two to three balls in several colors. Along with a fancy card of apology.Is there anything else you would like to add to that list?” Nathalie asks raising a brow as she looked at him.

“Umm maybe another potted plant? Something small and delicate?” Adrien asks giving her a hopeful look green eyes pleading. Nathalie sighed rubbing her forehead. “At least tell me why you need all these things.” She was already mentally noting that the things he requested all sounded like they were for a girl and she had an idea of which one judging by how he didn’t want the pastries or chocolates to be from a certain bakery.

“Umm I may or may not have accidentally gotten into a fight with a friend and now she won’t talk to me and I’m banned from her place which is really sad because I like hanging out with her and she can whoop my butt at Mega Strike without really trying. So If I’m to be forgiven J.J. says I need all those things.” Adrien looked down ashamed to have gotten into such a stupid argument with Marinette in the first place.

“You ran into Miss James?” Nathalie questions surprised the girls brother let her out when it was beginning to get dark unless of course she snuck out like Adrien had. Adrien started to nod before something occurred to him and he began to panic internally.

He forgot J.J. wasn’t from Paris and she had detransformed and hadn’t had any bag on her so no fruit so Accalia couldn’t recharge which meant no transforming. Which also meant he left her stranded on the rooftops like an idiot and she didn’t know how to get down without being transformed. He was officially an idiot.

“Umm can you make the flowers and chocolates a double order?I may need to apologize to J.J. as well next time I see her.” He asks quietly his face pinched in a look of regret and a bit of fear over what the older girl might do to him.

Nathalie stared at him before sighing. “Alright what colors do you want for her?” “Any colors but I think she likes red and orange and brown alot. Ohh and some dark colors too.” Nathalie added those things to the list before opening the door to the car that the Gorilla sat in waiting. “Get in I know exactly what shops to go to a quick call and they will remain open a bit longer as well as have the stuff ready.” Adrien climbed in with a grateful smile. “Thank you. Thank you both of you.”

Several stops later all the items were gather and placed in boxes and bags. Marinette’s bouquet was gorgeous with pinks and whites of all shades. He got the potted lavender along with some potted lily of the valley. A small delicate white plant he thought suited Marinette perfectly. J.J.’s flowers were bright cheerful and a mixed hue of reds, oranges and darker colors mixed in.

Without him having to mention where he needed to be dropped off Nathalie had the car drop him in front of Mari’s house or at least the entrance to the bakery. He gathered his packages together giving a thanks to Nathalie once more before heading around the corner making sure to duck out of view of the street once he was sure he was far enough away from the car for him to be seen.

“Okay Plagg ready?” Adrien set his stuff down gently his arms having been pretty full from it all. “As about ready as I’ll ever be. I don’t see why we have to go apologize to your girlfriend tonight why cant it wait till tomorrow when I’ve taken a nap and had more cheese?”The black cat gripes grouchily. “She’s not my girlfriend!” Adrien hisses softly before calling out “Claws Out!”

He was transformed in no time and making his first trip up to the roof with part of his load of gifts before going back for his second load. He positioned the plants on the empty spots on Marinette’s balcony before gathering everything else up except for J.J.’s stuff which he left sitting tucked in a corner.

He approached the hatch leading to Marinette’s room below with cation. It was still closed and locked but he could barely make out Marinette’s voice; a slight murmur from within. He peered in barely catching sight of her flopped on her chaise sprawled out across it. She didn’t look like she was crying anymore just sad and talking to herself apparently.

Tap tap tap. The noise confused Mari at first before it continued louder this time more persistent. Grumbling she got up from her chaise and climbed her loft crossing her arms when she saw Chat Noir on the other side of the hatch. “What do you want?” She demands with a scowl not ready to see him just yet.

“I’ve come to apologize Princess. Please let me in.” He holds up the flower first to show her that he really was there to apologize. Marinette gasped her eyes widening at the sight of the beautiful bouquet of flowers. No one besides her family had ever given her flowers before.

She hesitantly unlocked the hatch propping it open before scooting back kneeling on her bed. Chat lower the bags in first before dropping in himself kneeling in front of her he present her with the flowers.

“Ohh Chat they’re gorgeous!” She breathes taking the flowers from him and burying her face in them. She inhaled their lovely scent smiling warmly at the bouquet. “There’s more a friend told me to exactly what to get for you.” He present her with the chocolates followed by the rest of the gifts.

Marinette’s blue eyes were blown wide by the time he was done. “Oh and those flowers are all non toxic towards cats so you don’t have to worry about your kitten getting at them and there is a new lavender plant and another new plant on your balcony for you to replace the one I broke. I just wanted to say I’m sorry I was an idiot and a jerk to you and Ad... your friend. My friend explained it to me and made me realize exactly what I did wrong and told me how to apologize. This is kind of the first time I’ve had to do this I haven’t had much experience with girls before I’m sorry.”

Chat Noir looked so earnest while he apologized making her understand that he really was sorry. She set her gifts aside reaching out she gave his ears a scratch as well as flashing him a shy smile. He turned his head into her hand encouraging the scratching.

Soon enough Marinette was sitting on her bed with a sprawled Chat Noir, his head resting in her lap while she scratched his ears and under his chin earning a content rumbling purr from him.

He was in heaven he decided as his Princess scratched his head behind his ears and under his chin. He wished his lady would do this more often that would be even better not that Mari doing it wasn’t amazing or anything but Ladybug was well the love of his life.

Scratch, scratch, scratch. He wasn’t sure how long he layed there like that purring enjoying the scratches when a female figure dropped in through the hatch. “Hey Mari Girl.” J.J. greets with a warm smile a bouquet in her arms along with the bag of chocolates.

“Umm hi?” Marinette greets confused her hand stilling on top of Chat’s head. “Thanks for the flowers and chocolates Chat since they had my name on them I took them. You are forgiven for what you did by the way.That turned out to be pretty fun actually.”

Marinette blinked in confusion before peering down at a sheepish Chat Noir. “Kitty? What exactly did you do?” “I ran her over literally and then after she told me how to go about apologizing to you left her stranded on a rooftop having forgotten she doesn’t know how to get down.” He flashes her a smile full of regret for his actions.

Marinette turned to look back at her friend who had crawled around them towards the edge of the loft. “How did you get here then?” “I finally figured out how to jump from one roof to another took me a while but I did it. Found my way to your roof and figured I could maybe finally get down from here. Oh mind if I raid your fridge for fruit?” The older girl climbed down from the loft careful of her flowers.

“Uhh go ahead I guess.” Marinette continued to watch the girl open the trapdoor to her room and descend into the rest of the house startling her parents by her sudden appearance. When questioned where she came from she gave a simple, “From the roofs I got stranded and couldn’t get down finally managed to get to here so I could get down. Mari said it was okay if I got some fruit.”

“That girl gets more and more confusing as time goes by.” She mutters her hands moving once more to continue scratching Chat’s ears. A few minutes later he sat up with a sigh. “As much as your presence delights me Purrincess I must be going it is rather late out and I really should deliver that poor girl home after leaving her stranded as I did. Until next time I bid you farewell.” He took her hand and gave it a kiss with a flourish and a bow before climbing back through her hatch and disappearing.

Marinette couldn’t help but giggle shaking her head as she closed her hatch smiling in delight at all her gifts. “That cat really does go over the top with everything he does.” Tikki giggles as well appearing out from behind her pillows. “Yes yes he does.”

#marichat may #marichat may day 30 #marinette cheng #chat noir #adrien agreste #nathalie sancoeur #oc #wolf miraculous holder #apology #Adrien finally got the girl down from the roof #Adrien forgot about leaving said girl stranded on the roof #She got down more or less on her own

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blastingxff · 7 years ago

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Fate that Binds pt. 5

This part: Lunch with Jessebelle and James goes about as well as it can. Also, Jessie is the new Eugene because that’s my favorite fairy tale (like even before the Disney movie).

first part // previous part // next part Series: Pokemon Characters: Jessie, James, Meowth, Pikachu, Ash, Brock, May, Max, Jessebelle Ships: hints of rocketshipping if you read it that way, mostly just friendshipping though Summary: It had been a throwaway wish, something made out of the frustration of the moment- it wasn’t actually supposed to happen. But the magic of a well haunted by a pokemon’s spirit ended up altering reality. Now, Jessie, James, and Meowth aren’t in Team Rocket. They don’t even know each other. And it’s created far darker a world for the TRio than Ash could have ever imagined, and now he and his friends want nothing more than to change things back to how they were. Genre: Friendship, hurt/comfort, so much angst, all the angst, drama, butchered canon, Words: 1,904 / part 5 out of 16 Trigger Warnings (this part): swearing, abuse Notes: This popped into my head and didn’t get out until I wrote it down. It’s 16 chapters, and entirely written already in about three days. So that will explain a helluvalot. Like the bus-sized plotholes. I just wanted to be mean to my favorite characters, geeze, is that so bad? XP Also can be read on Ao3.

Chapter 5

One Week until the Wedding

This… this isn’t what he wanted.

Those words marqueed in her mind. Her blue eyes shooting towards her travelling companion who looked as though he had gotten little sleep. Did he still blame himself for this? No, Team Rocket had annoyed them all. It was only by sheer chance that she hadn’t wished upon that well herself. I want Team Rocket to just leave us alone. But this was… this…

This isn’t what he meant.

She tried to meet the eyes of the lavender-haired man across the table, his parents having excused themselves on account of business. Beside him a proper, haughty woman ate her lunch with elegance and poise. His manners were impeccable as well, but his shoulders, while back out of politeness, were heavy out of crushed spirit.

When she had managed to catch those green eyes during one of their brief ventures up from the safety of the plate in front of him, she almost wished she hadn’t. They were dull, faded, holding no sign of his vibrant personality in the sparkling emerald she had glared into on so many occasions, the corners of his lips showed no sign of ever engaging in that joyous laughter she had heard from him before, he had been tamed. Broken.

Ash’s puffy eyes that morning had told her he had been crying. Pikachu’s closeness to him confirmed the fact. And now she felt very much like doing the same.

What she wouldn’t give for this to be an elaborate set-up. For them to stand up right now, rip off the unnatural looking blue formal dress Jessie was wearing, the stiff suit James wore, Meowth disguised as the pretty Jessebelle using Wobbuffet to make himself taller, and start the motto. She realized in the moment she was actually wishing, desperately, for them to try to steal Pikachu.

Jessebelle had just finished telling a “hilarious” story about when their Vileplume accidentally got stun spore all over James’ clothes. May was starting to slowly be convinced of her theory of this being a set-up. That’s it. It had to be a trick. This was too messed up. It had to be. “Sounds like having a vileplume makes so you really need to prepare for trouble.”

Her partners caught on immediately to the last three words, and subsequently on some level realized what she was trying to do.

Jessie’s brow only raised a little, but she continued to eat- using the opportunity to get as full as she could. James remained unmoved, focused on his own food. He hadn’t even noticed.

May’s shoulders fell. No, it wasn’t a trick. Unless they decided to nix the motto in the past twenty-four hours, this was the new reality.

“So, James,” Jessie began to speak suddenly, May’s attention made sharp. It was the first word Jessie had said that day, and it was to him. She exchanged an anxious glance with her brother, “What do you do around here?”

“My fiancé here is a master pianist, he plays the most beautiful songs,” Jessebelle spoke before James even had the chance to register that someone was talking to him. His gaze had shifted from the plate to Jessie. For the first time, their eyes met.

Jessie didn’t back down, “I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to James.” Her words came sharp; Jessebelle looked affronted that someone would dare speak to her like that, and in her own home!

“Ah yes,” she recovered smoothly, “My darling is a man of few words. I know he doesn’t mind me speaking for him. It saves him the trouble.”

“Really? That’s it? Because you’ve been talking nonstop for the past, hm,” she glanced at her wrist as though it held a watch, “thirty minutes? Hour? Perhaps it’s because he’s a man of few words. Maybe it’s just because you’re a teensy bit conceited.”

May watched Jessebelle’s face start to change color, lips pursed. Before she could retort, however, a small scoff came from the lavender-haired man. A little, light laugh it seemed came from the beaten-down human before them. May realized then how relieved the sound made her feel. For a moment, things seemed almost normal.

“Sweetheart,” the words were anything but soothing, her hand reached out for his, gently caressing his knuckles. The touch made James stiffen unnaturally. His eyes widened, he swallowed. She could see the regret in his eyes.

That woman terrified him.

Satisfied, Jessebelle took back her hand. Jessie’s eyes only hardened as she looked from him to her and back. She looked like she wanted to say something, but a familiarity to the situation held her tongue. It’s the exact same. May realized, give or take a couple hundred grand.

The awkward silence filled the large dining room. Brock broke it, “Hey, so, Miss Jessebelle?”

Her attention was earned.

“Have you ever heard of any mysterious wells or the like?”

“Mysterious wells? How do you mean?” It seems James’ offense had been forgiven, but he had yet to relax. His eyes were fixated on the plate. He showed no sign of having heard anyone.

“We came across a beautifully decorated one. We’d like to know more about it,” Brock explained.

“It was a blueish color, with a purple roof and gold bricks at its mouth,” offered Max, getting out a notebook from his backpack to draw its shape, “the roof’s shingles had carvings on them of a Pokémon I think. Um… I don’t remember exactly….”

May thought back to the well, trying to imagine the top of it. She had looked at those carvings closely, their uniqueness drawing her in. The image took shape in her mind, “Oh! I remember!”

Max handed her the notebook and she sketched from her mind. Perhaps it would be a little different in reality, but the drawing was good enough she felt. She turned around the notebook so that the couple across from them could get a look.

James slowly glanced up, as though trying to make sure that Jessebelle didn’t see him examining the picture. He tilted his head, and May saw a glint in his eyes. He knows something. “I’ve never seen such an ugly thing in my life,” Jessebelle waved her hand, pushing the notebook away with a flick in the air, “Now put that away. It isn’t proper to draw at the table. If we’re done with our main course, I would love for you to join us in the parlor. My fiancé simply loves to play the piano for guests.”

She stood up, glancing over at Jessie, “Unfortunately, there’s only room for six in the parlor. You are dismissed.”

“Bitch,” she coughed, “I didn’t want to see you treat James like a fucking dancing mankey anyway.”

She grabbed a bread roll, giving the finger before turning, “I’ll get our shit together so when you come back from the circus we can split.”

May watched the woman leave, turning back to see that she wasn’t the only one. James’ face told her that he wanted every bit to go with her. To have the courage to talk to Jessebelle that same way.

“Sweetheart,” the name caused a tremor to shake through James’ body, “Please don’t make me ask you to get up again. Go play the piano, our guests expect the best.”

All he could do was nod, accepting her order. May felt heartbreak in her gut. His walk was too heavy. It looked as though he were an old, frail man- too weak to defend himself. Too beaten to know he was worth defending.

They had to fix this.

* * *

“Guys where’s Jessie?” the question came by the light of the campfire. They hadn’t gone far from the mansion, as per Jessie’s request. But as they settled down for the evening with the bare supplies they had managed, they realized she was missing.

Her few items, however, remained.

Instead of worry, the four decided to wait to see if she was there once more by morning.

Max realized, as he went through his backpack, his notebook was missing a page. The page with the drawing of the well.

* * *

“Knock knock, Rapunzel.”

The voice broke through the otherwise silent room in one of the four towers of the mansion. James found himself turning around quick, eyes wide as he saw a figure sitting in one of the two window sills, “Did they really lock these windows from the outside? Like what the fuck are you, some sort of animal? Geeze. Is that door locked too?”

James’ eyes went towards where Jessie was pointing, the only door in the room. He returned his look to her, and nodded.

“Fuck. And I thought I had it bad. What happens when you gotta piss? Got a pot in the corner or something? Damn,” she let her sneakered shoes touch the inside of the room, “So, wanna go get into some trouble? We can make it back here before they even notice you’re gone.”

He froze as he tried to register what she had just said. She stepped forward, waving her hand in front of his face, “Hey, James, Jimmy, Jim, come on, I’m breaking you out.”

Suddenly, realization seemed to hit. He backed away, shaking his head violently, his eyes went to the door as though terrified his ‘beloved fiancée’ would come through, terrified she’d see this, terrified she’d realize that he wasn’t alone.

“Fine, then I’ll kidnap you. I’ll return you by morning. If they find out, I’ll hold you ransom, okay? It’ll all be because I’m a thug and you come out smelling like a rose. Deal?”

She held out her hand for him to shake. He hesitated longer, “What do you want?”

The words came from a voice that hadn’t been used in who knows how long. But she didn’t let him see the sorrow she held for that. Pity sucked, “Just for you to play by my rules.”

He paused, looking at her hand, then up to study her face. Find her bluff. Find the trick. Her deal was tempting to him; she could tell he had a deep desperation to get out of that building. How long had he been trapped in there? But fear was holding him back. After a moment she saw his eyes narrow with resolve. He had nothing to lose. With a deep breath he reached out, taking her hand, “Deal. How did you find me?”

Her grin was genuine this time. She went to the window, “Don’t ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies. Just follow my steps,” she was already halfway out, starting to let herself down. Before her head dipped below the sill, she looked at the man who seemed to still be caught in a little bit of inner turmoil, but the reasonable side of the turmoil appeared to be losing satisfactorily.

“If I’m the princess then, does that make you a prince?”

“Prince?” her nose scrunched, “Too many rules. How about I’m the handsome rogue? You okay with handsome rogues?”

He feigned thought on the matter before returning with a smile, “I think that’s okay.”

“He does smile!” She let herself return his faked thought with her own acted surprise. “Looks good on you. Now let’s get out of here. We got a lot to do and an itty bitty time to do it!”

#fatethatbinds #{my writings}#{rebloggable}#pokemon fanfiction #team rocket fanfiction #musashi #kojiro #team rocket #pokemon fanfic #((but really I do love Rapunzel like I have so many renditions of the fairy tale #old vhs and old books and such))

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