#i am sorry i forgot the moon on her forehead okay

[oc-cafe]

i made this on a browser program on a dell laptop yall BETTER appreciate it

one of these couples is canon'nt

anywAY HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

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[atinymonster]

peacemaker

ateez 9th member.

when bobby uses his last resort to help calm the awkwardness between hwiyoung and sunwoo.

request from a lovely anon hehe!

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Stepping out of the van, Jiyu stared up at the building, feeling the slightest bit intimidated by how much of an aura it gave off. 

“It’s been years since I’ve been here...” she mumbled, pulling her bucket hat back onto her head after it started to slip from her craning her head.

She never thought she’d have a reason to come back to YG after MIXNINE. 

“Hi Jiyu, I think I need your help.”

“I—huh?”

She was surprised that Bobby was actually calling her, staring at her phone in awe at the caller ID for too long at that she almost forgot to answer the man. Needing her help for something was the last thing she had expected. 

“You and Sunwoo are dating, right?” he asked.

“Y-Yes,” she stuttered, wondering where he was going with this, “Did something happen?”

“Do you happen to know why he keeps staring holes into Hwiyoung? Or why Hwiyoung’s so cautious of him?”

“Is Sunwoo going through that phase again?” Wooyoung asked, leaning close to her to eavesdrop on the phone call. 

Pushing Wooyoung’s face away, Jiyu sheepishly chuckled, knowing the root of the problem. “I think I do actually...”

And that was how Bobby had the grand idea of inviting her over to YG to help him deal with a savage Sunwoo. Deep down, she didn’t really mind since then she could see him for a bit before she had to go back to dance practice. 

Entering the building, her jaw dropped open when she saw how large and spacious the interior was. She was so busy admiring the new environment that she almost elbowed the person who snaked their arms around her waist, but she immediately recognized the person when she heard him giggle. 

She twisted around before gently digging her hands into his hair, making his giggles intensify. “What’s it with you and sneaking up on me?”

“Your little jumps are cute,” he cooed, bumping foreheads with her before pulling back and slightly tilting his head to the side, “What are you even doing here?”

Right, she was supposed to be here to help Bobby. 

“A little birdie told me you were, and I quote, staring holes into Hwiyoung sunbaenim and he’s being cautious around you.”

The corners of his lips turned down before he whipped his head over to where Bobby and Hwiyoung looking anywhere but at them and casually eating the ice cream they bought. While feeling kind of embarrassed since Bobby was someone he really idolized, he also felt kind of bad that he had to resort to bringing Jiyu here to help. 

“Can you blame me though?” he turned back towards her and asked, giving her his best puppy eyes to hopefully soften her up. 

Which worked, but she wasn’t going to let it show that easily. 

“Woo, I thought we already established the fact that all was forgiven and that we’re friends now,” she softly chuckled at his dejected expression. He resembled a scolded puppy that had his ears hanging down and his eyes downcast. 

His arms tightened around her waist. “But I can’t let such a golden opportunity pass when we’re in the same team,” a mischievous smile crossed his lips, “I promise I’m not doing any real damage, I’m just teasing hyung here and there.”

With a breathy chuckle, pinched both of his cheeks in with her fingers, enjoying his little grunts to let go. “You really are a big child, aren’t you,” she teased. “Bobby sunbaenim even called me over during my break from practice since he needed help handling you, you know.”

“Is that why you’re sweating or is it because of me?” he asked, cheekily smiling before he bursted into giggles when Jiyu playfully punched his shoulder.

“Just be nice, okay?” she asked, pulling out her cute voice (one that she uses once in a blue moon), and looking up at him with her own puppy eyes. “I thought these,” she held up her wrist that was adorned with the matching white obsidian bracelet that she had bought for his birthday a few days ago, “made it clear that I was with you.”

Seeing him waver, she internally smirked at her success. According to Eric, her cute acts had always been Sunwoo’s weakness ever since their first encounter. She decided to try it out, and lo and behold, it worked.

“I’ll try, but no promises,” he childishly grumbled, looking away from her and pouting his lips. 

A bright idea passed her mind. Rising onto her tip toes, she leaned in towards his ear. “Think about it this way,” she whispered, sending a shiver down Sunwoo’s spine, “we had our first kiss thanks to him.”

Pulling away from his ear, she placed a quick peck on his lips before innocently smiling up to him as if she didn’t just leave the poor boy a flustered mess in the middle of the building, in public.

Reaching up to pat his head, she held onto his hand before dragging him back to their two sunbaes, who had whipped their heads away so fast the moment they saw her about to kiss Sunwoo.

Catching sight of Jiyu’s innocent smile in contrast with the boy’s reddened cheeks and how he shyly scratched the back of his neck, they figured it was best to not know what she whispered to him. 

But at the same time of being left in the dark, it was sort of scary how she made Sunwoo, who’s usually the one doing the teasing, turn into a blushing middle school boy.

“Is everything okay now?” Bobby asked, laughing at Sunwoo’s change of attitude. 

Jiyu nodded with a little mhm. “Sorry you had to call me over, sunbae.”

Bobby waved his hands in front of him defensively. “No, no. I should be sorry I pulled you away from practice,” he grinned. “And that you’re helping your rivals, no less.”

Jiyu laughed before nudging Sunwoo back to the group. “Then as a thank you, can I get a sneak peek of the rap team?” she joked. 

Now it was Bobby’s turn to erupt into laughter before pointing to their new matching white shoes. “There’s your little hint,” he said with a toothy and boyish smile. “But how long is your break?”

Looking at her phone, she saw a text from Seonghwa letting her know she had fifteen minutes left before they started practicing again. “I actually have to go now.”

Much to Bobby and Hwiyoung’s amusement and adoration, Sunwoo waddled back over to Jiyu and gave her a hug goodbye. “Bye lovebug,” he whispered in her ear like how she did to him earlier, chuckling when he felt her slightly tense from his breath in her ear. 

Payback.

“Hm, bye, sunshine.” she said, but he didn’t miss the light pink hues on her cheeks. Smirking, he let her go. She politely bowed to Bobby and Hwiyoung while saying her goodbyes. 

“Wait,” Hwiyoung called out to her before she walked past him. “I’m really sorry about today—”

“It’s alright, really!” she cut him off with a smile, watching Bobby take Sunwoo back to the snack shop to get him an ice cream, “But he really doesn’t dislike you deep down.”

“I hope that’s the case. He looked ready to bite me,” he admitted, sending Jiyu into giggles at his choice of words. 

“Let me know if that ever happens,” she said, patting him on the shoulder before walking away. “I really need to go now before Seonghwa starts nagging. Bye, sunbae, and I wish you all good luck because we Mayfly are aiming to win!”

And with that adorably bold comment, she quickly scurried out of the building and back to the van. 

Bobby stared at the door, surprised at her declaration, before flicking his eyes to the boy next to him, who had an adoring smirk on his face. Snorting, he gently jostled Sunwoo on the shoulder. “She really has you wrapped around her finger, doesn’t she?”

Sunwoo looked away, embarrassed at being caught before scuttling away from the iKON member. (But he didn’t know he had her wrapped around his finger as well...)

Bobby felt his phone vibrate and fished it out of his pocket. He almost choked on his saliva from the message. 

[ateez’s jiyu] sunbae! i forgot to tell you, but i also wish you luck in being peacemaker should the time ever come!

[ikon’s bobby] what? h-how am i supposed to calm him down?! i can’t kiss him!

[ateez’s jiyu] i believe you’ll find another way, sunbae! fighting! ☆ ～('▽^人) “She put too much faith in me...” came his defeated sigh.

[thebeebi]

your little games pt. 6

pairing: Jungkook x reader

warnings: fluff in later chapters, smut, non-con, mention of r*pe attempt, implied murder and many more! Read only if you are okay with these topics!

genre: historical AU, 18th century?

word count: 3.8k+ [part 6] 

a/n: I am posting a bit later today. I am sorry but I hope you will enjoy this part!  I was too busy to check grammar, so I am sorry if you see any mistakes. English is not my first language. :) Enjooooy ♥

taglist: @njrwifey​ @danietoww04​ [If you want to be added, just let me know :)]

You ran away from the man who tried to take an advantage of you. You stabbed him and escaped. Escaped to the arms of the handsome captain who was even worse than the man you just killed.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

You could see him smirking even in the darkness. His teeth were showing and the bright white colour pulled your eyes in. “That is not necessary,” He came closer to you and you felt like your heart was about to jump out of your body. The familiar voice made your knees go weak and you were about to fall down. With a scream, lord Black was ready to save you from falling but Jungkook’s strong arms held you still. He let go of you soon enough seeing the older man pulling the chair for you to sit down. “Are you okay?” Lord Black was worried about your well-being but your aunt hit her fist on the table. “Don’t spoil her, Lord Black.” You looked down on the chair and shook your head slightly showing him that you do not want to sit on it. Lord Black frowned and looked at your aunt. “I am sure she deserves to sit down after living with you. She deserves to relax.” With trembling fingers, he removed hair from your forehead. “You scared me, Y/N.” You looked into the lord’s eyes and whispered. “I am sorry.“ Suddenly you had the need to cover your already clothed body. You knew the feeling. You felt Jungkook’s hungry eyes on your body who was already taking off your clothes with the sight. You were about to say something but your aunt interrupted you telling you what to do. “Now tell us again what happened. Lord Black wants to know all the details because he wants to be sure there is no injustice towards captain Jeon. To put it simply, he does not want to make the captain Jeon father of your bastard when there is a possibility of it… well, not being his.“ Lord Black exhaled and pressed his lips together not wanting to sound rude. “Dear lady, I am sure I can speak for myself. So please, let me do that.” With that, he turned to you and held your hands in his. “Y/N, tell me.” He started hesitantly. “I have my honour and I cannot force captain Jeon to be the father of your child, while I am not one hundred percent sure, that he is the father. So tell me, was there some el-“ He wanted to continue but you shook your head as the answer. “There was no one else. When I left his ship, one man of his crew got me a carry and with that, I came to my aunt’s house. My aunt is the witness when I came there.” You looked down and your aunt stood up hitting the table once again. “And when she came in, I did not let her out of my sight.“ Your aunt smirked as if proud that she made you into the prisoner. “What about before that?” You shook your head and Jungkook who was the entire time completely silent tilted his head to the side and smiled proudly. “I am the father.” Your aunt giggled and turned to the lord Black. “See? He admitted that.” Lord Black sighed and nodded. “I should have taken Y/N away from you all these years ago, she would have not suffered with me.” The aunt’s eyebrows furrowed. “It is not my fault that she’s s slut. She shouldn’t have gone to bed with that man-“ She was mad but you could not take it. Not when you knew all she was saying was not the truth. “No!” You screamed which surprised everyone in the room but your aunt did not hesitate and walked towards you slapping you right across the cheek. She forgot she had a ring on her finger which caused your skin to tear a little near your lips and a little cut was filled with the blood.

You could hear a jar hitting the table loudly from behind you after the harsh slap. It surprised the lord and he backed away from Jungkook who placed his hand on the table and stared at your aunt. His cold deep voice caused you to run your hand down to your stomach. “Madam, I believe you are behaving more than inappropriate. You act like a savage, if you were a man, I would ask you to repay for what you just did. You touched something that belongs to me.” He was mad and you knew it. After that one night, you knew what you could do and could not, but your aunt did not know as much. “It will be better if Y/N went to the bed. She is tired and confused.” You were relieved that you might finally go since Jungkook said that he was the father and he wanted you to go. You stood up, passing by your aunt ready to leave the room but your aunt changed the plans. “No! She will stay here since she caused all of this! I kept on telling her that her body is the art of the devil. No normal woman would cause this trouble. Just look at her body.” She grabbed your dress and with a swift pull she ripped them apart letting the material fall to your feet.

Jungkook who was sitting the whole time stood up so quickly it caused the chair to fall. With fast steps, he walked towards the opposite side of the room. Your aunt got scared when she looked at him, she remembered that she always called you a slut and witch, but this man was Lucifer. She tried to put oh her hand to protect herself but Jungkook swiftly pulled down his cloak ignoring her. The captain wrapped the material around your body after seeing you wrap your arms around yourself to cover the nakedness. You felt the heaviness of his cloak which was soaked due to the heavy rain. You were shaking but not because of the coldness but because he was so close. Him being close scared you more than anything else in this world. “Enough,” Jungkook said coldly. “This woman has my child and I am responsible for everything. I will not return home right away but will stay here for a bit more. I will look for the house for her and for the stuff that will serve there. I will provide everything for Y/N.” He turned away from you looking at your aunt. “I wanted this to be my last voyage, but I will return once a year to provide for her and my child.” He walked towards the aunt and frowned. “I have to do that because she cannot stay with her abusive family anymore. I am worried they might hurt my child too. I am warning you madam, do not touch the girl while she is in your care, or you will regret it.” Then Jungkook’s sight when to the older male in the room and sighed. “I am done here, when you will need something, then find me on my ship.“ With that Jungkook walked out of the room. As he passed you by you noticed his handsome face that was frowning and realised there he did not talk about the marriage. He said that he would take care of you and your child but never mentioned the word marriage. He will make you a mistress. Just as he wanted. You froze still once you heard your aunt’s words. “Once we will be done with him, he will not act to mighty.“ You heard her giggling and lord Black’s sigh. “I hate doing what you want, madam but I have to. For Y/N. But let me tell you, you should listen to captain Jeon. He is hot-tempered. It would be better if you did not touch Y/N anymore. Not like you had any good reason to anyways.“ He looked at you once he heard your aunt. “He has no right to command me around. I will do whatever I want. I will do whatever I want to her.” Lord Black come closer to you and pat your head gently turning again towards your aunt. “You are wrong, madam. He has every right to do so. He is the father of the child and in a few hours, he is going to be Y/N’s husband.“

The gentle sun rays came through the windows that still had residue raindrops of last night’s rain and touched your face. You covered your face with the right arm and turned to the side groaning. You covered your head with the blanket and tried to continue dreaming about your father and mother who were smiling.  You knew you were awake and were not happy about it but you uncovered your face and inhaled the fresh air that came through the window. For the first time in a long time, you did not feel morning sickness and it honestly surprised you. You sat up opening your eyes wide. You realised where you were and looked to the side to see Jungkook’s cloak on the arm of the chair. “Idiot,“ you mumbled remembering last night’s event where you met him once again. “He thinks, that he can just buy me a home and keep me there as a mistress. I’d rather chose to give birth to my son as a prostitute than being his …well whatever.“ You said to yourself, thinking about Jungkook and his plan. I am sure he is thinking of how he is going to take me to his bed again. He for sure thinks that I will be glad for everything and I will let him do anything he wants. But he is wrong! You huffed and hit the innocent blanket then pushed it away. If he thinks that I will let him touch me he is wrong. I will not let him see his child grow inside me. The anger was speaking but even more the fear. You were scared that he would not be gentle and might hurt a little baby inside you. He wanted to take you as a mistress saying that he would treat you nicely, but you were sure if by any chance they will make him marry you, he would hate you. He would be angry and he would take you right there, even if it would be in the middle of the room.

Soon you could hear the soft knock on the door and because you did not want to wear his cloak, you pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped yourself into it. With that, you walked towards the door and opened them. You saw an older woman standing in front of you. “Hello miss, I am Ms Moon,” with a smile she introduced herself and made her way inside the room. When you were about to close the door, she pointed at the door. “these girls are going to help you with anything you need.” Suddenly a few girls bowed to you that you did not notice before. “We came here because lord Black asked us to help you with the wedding.” You weren’t sure if you heard her correctly. Wedding? You felt a stinging pain in your heart and you had to hold the door handle tighter to support yourself. The fear came back and you tried your best not to show Ms Moon how scared you were. Your legs were shaking, but she did not notice it. Instead, she looked around the room not looking at you and asked happily. “Have you eaten already, my dear?” She turned to you waiting for the answer. A little “No,” escaped your lips. You walked towards the closest chair and sat down on it, not knowing if you would be able to stand any longer. The older woman did not notice your pale face and decided to make your bed while explaining to you. “Don’t worry then, I will send one of the girls to get you something for breakfast. We cannot let you be hungry during the most important moment of your life.“ Your expression was blank. You knew what was happening but did not want to accept reality. You covered your face with both hands and rubbed them frustrated. “When is the wedding?” She turned to you confused wondering why did you not know about your own wedding. “In the afternoon,” She smiled and realised they may have wanted to surprise you. How foolish of the woman but after all, not everyone had to know the real reason behind your quick marriage.  You sighed and nodded. “I think they did not want to tell you exactly when because they want to surprise you. I bet your groom is eager to marry you. You are so beautiful, my dear.” She giggled but you did not listen to her. Your only thoughts went to the man you feared and how soon you will be laying in his bed again. How you are going to feel his breath on your lips and his hands on your body. Even though you were scared, the thoughts brought a blush to your cheeks at the imagination. He won’t be gentle. he won’t care if he hurts me. Nervously you stood up and walked to the window. When you realised you caused the tension in the room, you bit your lower lip trying to calm yourself. You wished there would be more time before it actually happens but here you are, just a few hours before the wedding ceremony.

It was lunchtime when the maids brought to you your last meal as a single woman. You were pretending to be hungry and took bites of the bread and kept throwing other things to the stay dog that was on the street through the window. When they took the dishes away and started brushing your hair, Ms Moon came closer and sprayed you with perfume. “I know you are beautiful, but either way this perfume will make your husband want you even more.“ She winked at you took out the white dress wife of lord Black sent you. You looked at the beautiful dress sighing. It was beautiful and if there would be another occasion, you would be happy to wear it. You would feel like in a fairytale in that kind of dress, but this is not the fairytale and you were not even hoping for a happy ending. They finished putting on your clothes and you did not even realise they were done until you heard the older lady gasping. “There is no prettier woman than you, my dear.” You were apathetic. You did not care how you looked like since you know what is going to happen to this dress. It is going to be ripped apart once I walk into the same room as my soon-to-be husband.

You turned to the door once you heard a knock and nodded to the maid letting her know that she could open them. Your aunt walked in and smirked when she saw you. “I see that you are all dressed up. I bet you are thinking how beautiful you look, am I right? But honestly, you don’t look any better than you looked like in my dress. Still like trash!” Ms Moon who was smiling at first frowned and stood in front of you. “Excuse me, madam, but I believe what you are saying is highly inappropriate. I have never seen a more beautiful girl, than Y/N.” Your aunt tilted the head to the side raising her eyebrows and replied. “She is the devil’s daughter. Her beauty is his work and no man that will see her will find peace. She only brings disaster. The man she is marrying is the devil just like herself!“ She spat the last sentence and Ms Moon held your hand squeezing it. “This girl is an angel” You were honestly glad that someone thought of you like that but when your aunt opened her mouth again, you froze. “Angel?! I bet you do not know the real reason why she is getting married so quickly!” She was about to continue but Ms Moon interrupted her. “Because her husband wants her to be his as soon as possible. That is why!”  Your aunt was ready to tell her the truth but stopped. You wondered if it was because she did not want to embarrass herself or because of the fear she felt thanks to Jeon Jungkook’s aura. The aunt inhaled as if to try to calm down and smiled fakely. “I have to admit, I will be happy once you are gone out of my life.” She spat looking at you. “Taking care of you was no pleasure.” You backed away after she hit you with hateful words. You did not expect that even though you knew she was always harsh. The tears in your eyes caused you to turn to the window once again. You did not want her to see how much the words hurt you. For the last ten years, you did not feel any love from your family. You wanted to feel it but was okay with no affection. Now all you wanted was love for your unborn child, but you were also worried Jungkook would not love him. You did not want your child to hate you just because you forced his father to marry you. You wished for your little baby to always love you. You were worried you would not be loved again in your life. You closed your eyes tightly preventing the tears to fall down and your hand slid down to your belly. You wanted to protect the little one growing inside even if it meant throwing yourself away. “It is the time, my dear.”  Ms Mood said smiling but there was also a hit of worry in her eyes. She was sure you were going to better hands than your aunt’s but it still did not sit right with her. She shook her head wanting to throw away the useless thought and pat your shoulder. “Come on, my dear. Your beloved awaits. Let's not keep him waiting anymore.”

“You look wonderful,” whispered the older woman who you met just in the morning and you slowly nodded thanking her. She did the last touches on your hair and moved the diadem on your head a bit to the side so it would look right from all the sides. “Like a queen.” She pinched your right cheek and smiled which you reciprocated. The music changed to the traditional ceremonial and your heartbeat got suddenly faster. “Is he inside, already?” you asked softly not wanting to look inside the church. “Who? Your soon-to-be husband?” She laughed and continued. “He is waiting for you inside. I think he is ready to marry you. Well, who wouldn’t be?” She asked not expecting the answer. She looked at you with a motherly look and sighed. “Y/N, listen to me.” She said not wanting to sound too serious. “Everything will be alright. He loves you, otherwise, he would not marry you. You don’t have to worry too much. Calm down and go find your happiness.” Her words were encouraging but she did not know the whole truth. She did not know that he raped you and that you were expecting his child. She also did not know that the made him marry you. She did not know anything, but her words calmed you down a little. “And let me tell you, he is handsome. If I were younger, I would have stolen him from you.” She winked at you and you smiled. She turned to the door and pushed you softly forward. You knew it was the time.

When you walked inside the church, lord Black lent you his arm to hold onto as a replacement for your father. You did not look at him, because your eyes were locked with Jungkook’s burning dark gaze. He looked wonderful. The satin dark green suit went well with his dark eyes. You bit your lower lip as you walked closer. When you finally stood next to him, you felt so little compared to Jungkook. At that moment no one looked taller than him. The light from the candle was showing up on his face that was frowning the entire time. He looked so cold and you tried your best not to run away from there. Nervously you clenched your teeth and quickly looked away from him. You found comfort in the priest’s face who smiled at both of you and nodded. The ceremony did not take a long time as usual but instead, the priest asked the most important question a few minutes after everything began. Jungkook was the first to answer, but hearing his cold voice sent shivers down your spine. “I, Jeon Jungkook, take you Y/N Y/L/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife…“ You could not hear him finishing the sentence, thinking about his face and the tone of his voice. He really must hate me for what they did. For what I did. When you realised the was a silence you widened your eyes knowing it was your turn to repeat Jungkook’s words. You did so quietly as if not wanting others to hear it. Jungkook took your hand into his and put a ring on your finger. With that, both of you turned to the priest and bowed down to show respect. When you both turned to each other, Jungkook looked into your eyes still holding your hand. He whispered#. “I think it is the tradition for a husband to kiss his wife,“ you nodded a little agreeing with the statement. You looked away, not wanting to look at him. Your heart beat rapidly and even though others could see it because it was slightly showing on the dress how nervous you and your heart were. With long fingers, Jungkook pulled you closer to him and placed his hand on your jaw squeezing it a bit, to hold you in place. The other hand sneaked behind your head and then he pulled you into his embrace. He held you so close as if wanting to show others that you were his. That he now owned you. The colour of your face disappeared and you opened your eyes wide. His arms felt like burning steel when he pulled you close. He leaned down to your face and opened his lips. You inhaled and he connected your lips in a heated kiss. It was the same kind of kiss as he gave you on his ship. It was full of passion, lust and need. You could feel the eyes of other people on you, but Jungkook did not seem like he really minded that. When you pushed him away from you blushing looking at the others, Jungkook smirked and tilted his head to the side licking his lips. Finally mine, little one.

Part 7

a/n: So they are married. Geezzz, looks like there is no way to run away now. Anyways, I have a question for you guys. Do you want me to post longer chapters but only once a week or three shorter ones  a week? ♥ Please let me know! 

[gojosslxt]

✧ 𝕀𝕥’𝕤 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥 ✧

this is a random one shot I came up with which contains slightly smut <3 so, enjoy !!! nsfw warning !!!

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cocaine sunday | eyedress

mind games | sickick

“...so that’s it, I thought while spying out the little window...” your eyes were glancing through the last page of the current book you were reading. Already the last page? Stunned you look up, so you could have a proper look at your little alarm clock. You shrug at the sight, realizing it was already past 1 am, the time he would be waiting for you, the time he would always lean against the little wall which was right under your window where he would always pull out one of his little coins and throw-flip them until you jumped out of your room. You never really knew why he did this or more likely where he got that from...still, he always somehow managed to look so good while doing it, doing anything to be honest. You lean a bit back against your pillow again, loosing yourself to unholy thoughts, the fifth time that day. Just as you were about to close your eyes with a little smile plastered on your face, you hear someone whispering. “Y/n?” You quickly flinch at the sound and lift yourself up, your book still placed half opened on its inside on your lap. Staring at the guy peeking through your window which was now opened up a bit, you sigh in relief, smiling again while limply raising yourself on your feet, slowly strolling towards him. He quickly lifts up the whole window pane and gets into your medium sized room with one jump. While still fixing his posture, you reach out for his neck and put your arms around his shoulders, his hands automatically pulling you closer on your waist. “sorry, I was waiting” Megumi said a bit ashamed knowing, you don’t like him getting into your room without any warning because of the concern that your parents might know. “‘s okay” you reply smiling at him tiredly. “Are you sure?” he says still a bit concerned but now with a little smile on his lips, scanning your face for any sign of worry, when all he could detect was a hint of fatigue and excitement for the little kiss you were waiting for that he gave you every time he showed up. His smile widens as he tilts up your chin with his one hand, kissing you softly while feeling the warmth of your body pressed against his’. “Well I’m sorry” you whisper after parting yourself from his lips, your forehead still resting against his’. “Let me guess, you were reading?” he slowly says looking you deeply into the eyes, his warm breath fanning against your lips. You roll your eyes a bit away still grinning in shame, thinking about an other excuse you could possibly profess him now. “Weeeell...“ you say still thinking, not looking him into the eyes. “Weeell?” he replies after you, his grin getting even wider. “....I just...finished the book” you finally say raising your gaze back onto his grey-blueish eyes again, smiling even more after witnessing his wide grin. “I’d love to know what book could’ve kept yourself so busy that you somehow completely forgot about me” he slowly whispers against your lips, causing your body to shiver, knowing that this was literally the only thing you craved for the whole day, somehow still loosing yourself to that new book you had bought a few days ago. You feel his middle finger slowly brushing down your spine, your breath automatically getting a bit faster as you slightly close your eyes, leaning in to finally feel his lips against yours again, ironically not feeling anything. You gasp at the sensation and slowly open your eyes again, immediately seeing that look in his eyes again. You knew that look. The look of uncertainty and omniscience at the same time, knowing that he always wanted to make sure that this is what you really wanted. “What about the full moon you wanted to see. I thought it was a special one?” he whispered against your lips again, causing you to bite your lower lip in thoughtfulness, still staring into his eyes. You knew he was right. After all, you were the one worshiping that one night you read about so much, you could write an essay about it. You loved the night. Not only the silence and the way everything and everyone was so calm that it automatically also calmed you down, it’s

mainly because of the night sky itself that you were obsessing over so much which was so breathtaking to you in any way. Good thing you weren’t the only one, your boyfriend standing right in front of you sharing that feel. Still you were more the one literally obsessing over it and so it was the best time for you two to always meet up at that time of the day. To meet Megumi. “Maybe you’re right...” you sigh causing him to frown. But just as he was about to question your decision you lean in and kiss him one last time passionately again before you would let him go. You could feel him being a bit confused at first but quickly smiling into the kiss again. “But now I really have to get ready so that we can still see anything this night” you whisper afterwards, looking at him with a big smile of excitement, turning around so you could head towards your closet. As you were quickly picking out the clothes you would wear for today’s walk, you could see him letting himself down your bed at the corner of your eye. Just as you were wearing nothing besides your underwear you saw him taking the book into his hands, still laying on your bed, closed this time. “Oh I read that one” he said eyeing the book on its detail after flipping through some pages. “Do you think her brother’s death was justified enough?” you ask, standing now in front of him. He lifts his head up again, his eyes getting stuck at the sight of your nearly naked body in front of him. “Y/n? What’re you doing?” He eyed you up and down properly after letting out a chuckle, leaning back on his palms while shaking his head slightly, a grin still plastered on his face. “What? Getting hard already?” you chuckle turning around again, heading back to your closet as you could feel his eyes stuck on your lower body. “Are you kidding? How am I supposed to not to?” “Sorry, I forgot that I’m your first one” “Oh wow y/n, I somehow also manage to forget that you can be pretty bald sometimes” “Don’t get me wrong, I love the way you always appreciate me and my whole self. I just kinda find it funny and cute wrapping you around my finger” you say while lowering yourself a bit so you could get into your pants. You hear his steps as he was getting towards you. But then you suddenly freeze at the sensation of his tall, clothed body pressing against your half clothed one. He slowly lowers himself whispering into your ear. “So are you really trying to tell me that I’m the easier one to seduce?” You shiver at the feel of his hot breath fanning against your shoulder tilting your head a bit to the side when he got even closer to your neck. “So tell me now, y/n, should I really show you or do you really wanna watch the moon instead?” he breathes against your neck, moving your hair slowly to the side, his lips nearly touching your neck now. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip so you wouldn’t let out that little moan you were hiding. Just as you wanted to say anything to stop the whole situation because you knew that it’d be too late if you gave in too early, you felt his cold fingertips slowly tracing up the sides of your almost exposed upper body letting you crave for even more. You knew that he was only teasing you so that he could show you that you were at least the same, if not even more, touch starved than him. His right hand placed on your right shoulder now, he started slowly pushing his finger under the thin lace of your left bra strap, playing a while with it, waiting for any sign to come from you, when all you did was breathing faster under his touch and wanting more. You felt Megumi slowly striking it down your shoulder, lowering himself a bit down again. “It’s up to you sweetheart” he breathes one last time against your neck again before his lips finally got in touch with your soft skin. You quickly push your hand against your mouth, in fear your family would hear anything, some whimpers still somehow escaping your mouth. He started tracing kisses down your neck, nipping on your skin and leaving some marks, moving more and more downwards your completely

exposed shoulder.

“Told you.” he said lifting himself up again. It took you a while to realize but when you finally did, you lowered your hand again, letting out a gasp, turning your face a bit to the side so that you could face him a bit. “You’re not talking, was it so good? Neck kisses y/n? I’d wonder to see your reaction to way more intensely things if I haven’t already’’ he said while letting out a chuckle, putting his hands into his pockets. You gulp, feeling sexually frustrated by what he just did to you when you decide to turn around, facing him completely now while staring him deeply into the eyes, your hair still behind your shoulders and your one shoulder still completely exposed. “You know Megumi, I really love you for who you are, including your always well thought out actions. But never in my life would I have expected you to do this to me” you say with a begging look in your eyes, biting your lower lip, still only having your bra on while unconsciously hoping that he would maybe give in and continue with what he just started. “I know where this is going sweetie, now cmon the moon’s not waiting for you. While I am’’ he says with a sweet smile on his lips, winking at you and heading back to your window. You sigh, still confused by the whole situation, quickly putting your hoodie on and running after him. “Megumi, wait!” ...

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Not One of Them | Pt. 2

Pt 1

Word Count: 4k

Category: Fluff!

Warning: None

Summary: Faith wears her Harry dress, they have breakfast, and 4-year-old Faith has a gift for Harry.

..

“Mommy?”

You and Harry instantly pulled away before you turned, looking down at your daughter who was rubbing her eyes before you kneeled beside her bed.

“Hey, baby.” You cooed, watching as she squinted before she turned from you to Harry, trying to make sense of who was standing in her room.

Slowly her eyes widened, and it was when Harry smiled and waved, letting out a small “hi” that she gasped.

“A-Are you Mr. Harry Styles?”

You giggled to yourself, looking up at Harry before he knelt beside you on the floor and offered his hand for a handshake. “I am, but call me Harry. You’re the beautiful Faith?”

Faith sat up, putting her small hand in his and shaking his hand before she grinned. “Yes, but call me Faith.”

Harry laughed, gently shaking her hand which felt too small in his gigantic one. “Your Mum told me a lot about you.”

“Really?” Faith beamed before looking at you, “Did you show him the video?” She whispered, although her tone was definitely loud enough for Harry to hear.

You nodded, “I did. He said he wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to see me?” Faith turned to Harry, the smile not leaving her face.

“Very much. Tell you what,” Harry inched closer, “How about you get your sleep and then tomorrow we can meet over breakfast? Would you like that?”

Your heard fluttered, jingled, danced, gleamed, you name it. You turned to look at him with slightly parted lips, looking at him as if he grew two heads.

Eagerly, Faith nodded before looking at you, “Can we, Mommy? Please, please, please?”

You laughed in disbelief, still looking at Harry before shrugging, “I mean I don’t see why not. Only if Harry is 100% okay with it.”

“I’m a 101% okay.” He assured you, giving you a nod and a smile.

“Mommy makes the best pancakes.” Faith said.

“Is that so?” Harry smirked, tearing his gaze from Faith to you, “I think we need to test that, love.”

You chuckled, “Fine. Breakfast here.” You agreed before looking at Faith, standing before bending to kiss her forehead, “But you, missy, need to sleep. It’s past your bedtime.”

“Can you sing me a song, Harry? I like your singing.” Faith asked as she lied down.

“Baby, he ca-”

“I’d love to.” And to assure you, Harry put a hand to your back, eyes set on Faith as he kept his voice gentle.

Your lips parted, staring at him as he inched closer to your daughter, asking her what song she wanted him to sing.

“Canyon Moon.” Faith beamed, reaching beside her to grab her dinosaur and cuddle it against her before she turned to face Harry.

“Canyon Moon it is.” Harry nodded, getting comfortable on the floor and crossing his legs before clearing his throat. “Gotta see it to believe it…”

And you watched. You sat beside him, eyes going from him to your daughter, being too speechless and motionless to react whenever he’d reach to pat her head or whenever Faith would quietly sing along with him. You watched the man whom you met only a day before sing to your daughter, lulling her to sleep.

You watched Harry pull the covers up and on her shoulder as Faith’s eyes finally shut, her breath going steady.

“She’s out.” He whispered, finally turning to look at you.

Not trusting your voice, you nodded, getting up with him on right behind you before you turned on her night light before getting out, leaving her door ajar.

Harry was worried. He feared that he had crossed his limits, doing something that no stranger would do. He wouldn’t have thought so if it weren’t for the lack of words that left your lips as the both of you stood in your living room.

He found himself sighing, taking off your crossbag which he almost forgot he was wearing, putting it on your couch before a hand was placed on his hip, the other one reaching to brush back his hair. “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that back there with Faith, I know you probably don’t want her getting the wrong idea or-”

“Do you regret it?”

And finally, you talked.

You looked as nervous as he was, rocking on the balls of your feet as you clutched your hands together in front of your body.

“What?”

“Do you regret it? Singing her to sleep? Meeting her?”

“No. I don’t.” Harry replied in a heartbeat, slowly approaching you, “She’s a lovely kid,” he whispered, standing right in front of you with little space between the both of you. Harry reached up, gently grazing your skin with his knuckles, “You did an amazing job, Y/N.”

And that was it. The lump in your throat, the itching in your nose, your eyes growing tearful, it made Harry frown as he cupped your face.

“Hey, hey, why are you crying? Did I say- Did I do anything wrong?”

“No,” you sobbed, “God, no, far from it.” You sniffled, “I just- Nobody has ever sung her to sleep except me.”

His heart swelled. He didn’t know what to say and thankfully, you went on.

“My mom tried a few times but Faye never sleeps when someone else sings to her.” You cleared, “This is all too much for you and it’s only our first date a-”

And God, he wanted you to stop talking so he took matters in his own hands and pressed his lips against yours, feeling you melt right there and then before you kissed back, your hands going up to hold onto his wrists as he gently held your face in his hands.

It was sweet and short, sufficing to do the job of making you shut up and because Harry just really thought kissing you had to be one of the greatest feelings he had ever felt.

Pulling back, the distance between the both of you remained little. “Then let me take you out again,” he softly said before pecking your lips, “And again,” this time, he pressed a kiss to your nose which had your face scrunched up and had him smile, “And again,” your left cheek, “And again,” your right cheek, “And some more.” Finally, again, your lips.

“This is a responsibility, you know that?” You asked, eyes gazing into his, “Harry, I can’t have her get attached to you just so you can one day decide to leave because you want out of this. I’ve never done this before,” you admitted, “I never had to explain to her the absence of a figure in her life because I never allowed a single person close enough to me like that, to her. I don’t want her growing up seeing temporary partners in my life either.”

“And I admire that, I do.” Harry said, moving his hands until he had them on your waist, “We have all the time we need, that you need. Slow, yeah?”

You nodded, “But you have to make it to breakfast tomorrow.”

“Only if you want me to.” He smiled.

“I do,” you assured, wrapping your arms around him before pulling him into a hug, pressing your cheek against his chest, “Just- No kissing or anything in front of her, okay? We’re just friends to her.”

“Just friends?”

“Just friends.”

“Well, friend,” Harry chuckled, pulling away and looking down at you, “I hope you didn’t friendzone me because I would really love to take you out on a second date.”

“I don’t know, I think I did.” You joked, laughing quietly as you looked up at him, watching as he tipped back his head and laughed.

“Well, just friend, would you mind giving me a kiss goodnight?”

//

“I don’t like my hair.” Faith groaned from her seat on the kitchen table.

“Faye, we changed your hairstyle 3 times.” You commented, flipping a pancake.

“I just don’t think I like it.”

“Well what do you want?”

“Can you do these buns here?” She asked, putting her hands on her head, showing you that she wanted space buns.

“Alright, final hairstyle. If you don’t like them, just let it down, okay?” You asked, putting the pancake on a plate before turning off the stove and walking towards her.

“When will Harry be here?” Faith asked as you unbraided her hair.

“Should be here in a minute, Nugget.”

“Is he your friend?” She asked as you began twisting her hair into a bun at the top of her head on the side.

You only hummed in confirmation.

“Does that mean you don’t kiss?”

Your eyes widened, glancing down at her to see that she was casually playing with her dinosaur. “Uh, yeah? Why?”

Faith shrugged, “I don’t kiss my friends, but I see Aunt Cece doing it all the time with uncle Sean, and I saw Boyd’s parents kiss, too. So maybe you and Harry don’t kiss because you’re just friends.”

Well damn was your daughter clever.

“Yeah, Harry and I are just friends.” Who went on a date and kissed way too many times but that was a story for another time.

Yours and Faith’s heads turned once the door bell rang, you instantly taming your hair and straightening your blouse.

Faith was out of her seat in a second, running towards the door with you hot on her heels. “Faith, what did we say about you opening the door?”

Timidly, Faith’s movement halted with her hand on the knob before she looked at you with a bashful smile.

You peaked through the peep hole and surely enough, Harry stood with two bouquets, looking to the side.

“Go ahead.” You signaled with a smile, watching her open the door.

“Harry!”

Your eyes moved from your daughter’s grin to the man on the receiving end. In off-white corduroy pants, a striped cotton t-shirt underneath, a black Statesman jacket, black vans, and a black short crossbag across his chest, Harry stood with two bouquets; one was of strawberries – which had you grinning – and another was a single sunflower.

“Come in, come in.” You attempted to contain your grin as you moved aside, Faith jumping up and down in excitement with a wide grin on her face that lit her face up.

As soon as Harry went inside, he knelt down, looking at Faith with a soft and genuine smile on his face, “This is the best dress I have ever seen. You look beautiful.”

“Right?” And as if to add emphasis, Faith gave a twirl in her dress – the Fine Line black tee. “Do you like my hair?” Faith raised her fingers to point at her space buns.

“I love your hair!” Harry’s eyes widened as he exclaimed, “Did you do it yourself?”

Faith shook her head, stepping closer to you to lean on your leg, “Mommy did.”

Harry looked up at you, eyes glimmering, before he stood up, eyes set on you. “Mommy did a great job.”

You smiled, your hand finding its way on her shoulder.

“Oh,” Harry’s eyebrows went up, “This is for you.” He handed Faith the sunflower, watching her gasp before taking it from him.

“Sunflower! Like your song!”

Harry’s heart seemed to make a dance of its own at the comment, smiling bashfully at the 4-year-old before nodding, “Just like my song.”

“What do we say, Faye?” You asked her quietly, feeling like you were about to melt at the interaction.

“Thank you, Harry.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiled before looking back at you, reaching to hand you the strawberry bouquet with a small smirk, “And this one’s for you.”

Your face heated up, taking the fruit bouquet from his hands before tilting your head slightly, giving her an appreciative smile, “Thank you. They’re lovely, but you didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense. I wanted to,” Harry clutched his hands behind his back, “Besides,” he cleared his throat, leaning forward a little as to whisper, “I have to make a good first impression.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes at him, “My daughter is wearing a t-shirt from your merch. I think the impression is quite nice.”

The 3 of you then had walked towards your dinning table where you had set the food prior to Harry’s arrival, the table being beside a huge window which had done a great job at letting the sunlight through, a vase of baby pink and white tulips in the middle while the food decorated the rest of the small circular table.

“Mommy, can I put this here?” Faith asked after she climbed up on her chair, her sunflower in one hand while the other pointed at the vase.

“Yeah, of course.”

Gently taking out the flower from the biodegradable wrapping paper, Faith sat on her knees before reaching forward to place it.

“Harry, coffee, tea, orange, apple, peach juice?” You asked.

“Orange would be great, thank you.”

With a smile your way, Harry stood politely by a chair close to Faith’s, watching you nod before going out of sight to the kitchen.

Knowing your daughter’s favorite is apple juice and yourself wanting orange, you poured the juices in glasses before placing them in a tray and going back to where Faith and Harry were, chuckling to yourself when you saw Harry standing and nodding to the story Faith was telling him, seeming to be very invested in it.

“And then-and then, Mrs. Castillo made me play with her puppy.” She concluded with excitement.

“Really? She did?” In a matching tone of excitement, Harry responded, “That’s so nice of her. Do you like puppies so much?”

As you placed the juice glasses in their places beside the plates, you knew that your daughter had eagerly nodded.

“I want to get one but mommy says we can’t now.”

“Hey, sit,” you motioned to Harry, watching as he sat on the chair opposite to yours, “And yes.”

“Why’s that?” Harry asked.

“Because,” you began as you put two pancakes on his plate to which he mumbled a “thank you” for, “I don’t think I can handle this one and a dog at the same time now. It’s too big of a responsibility.”

“Puppies really are a responsibility,” Harry agreed and nodded at Faith as he cut a piece from his pancakes, “Mummy’s right.”

“But I’ll take care of it.” Faith frowned, holding on to her utensils.

“I know you will, baby, but it’s going to go through a teething phase where they destroy and chew on everything, and it’s going to need potty training, and about 2 walks a day. It’s a lot right now but I did promise you that we’d get one when you’re older, right?”

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “Can we get a fish?” Faith then turned to Harry, “Like the one in your video!”

You chuckled as you saw Harry’s face turn to one of amusement, maybe because he wasn’t sure that she had seen it. “That was a big fish, wasn’t it?” You asked.

“What happened to it? Do you still have it?”

Your innocent daughter definitely didn’t know that the fish was real and you weren’t going to destroy her imagination like that anyway.

Harry glanced at you before looking back at her, “It’s back in the ocean with its family and friends.”

“Did you name her?”

“Yeah,” Harry nodded, before he reached a hand to wiggle it at Faith, “Named her Faith.”

Faith broke into giggles, “No, you didn’t.”

“We’ll never know.”

“How about you eat your food and let Harry enjoy his for a little bit?” You suggested with a chuckle.

A minute later, you and Harry broke into a conversation about lyrics and the writing process of some songs.

“Sometimes I’d have these lyrics written, and I have a tune in my head and things are just- very poetic,” You said as Harry nodded in understanding while chewing on the strawberries you had placed on his plate, “And then the final product would be this upbeat song that completely drowns the lyrics and I just go,” your eyebrows went up, “Oh.”

“I get that,” Harry nodded, “It sucks. Like yes, music itself is amazing and working on the beat is enjoyable but some people just don’t give the lyrics any justice.”

“Exactly,” you pointed at him, “I remember writing this one song about,” you paused, discreetly tipping your head to the side, “You-know-who,” and by the looks of it, Harry had understood that you meant your ex and Faith’s father, “And it was so heartbreaking that I remember being so astonished by it and I wanted to like, release it out there, so somebody linked me with this A-list singer and the first demo session was just-“ You cringed.

“Did they end up singing it?” He asked.

You shook your head, “Nope. Might have lost a good deal but I just,” you shrugged, “I couldn’t have my words drowned out like that, especially these words.”

Reaching forward, Harry placed his hand on top of yours, “You did the right thing.”

Your eyes were on your hands, face heating up as you smiled to yourself while brushing your hair back, Harry clearing his throat with a smirk before looking at Faith.

“So, that fish…”

//

Faith sat on a chair, legs dangling as she had a pillow on her lap, her sketchbook on top of it as she drew while you and Harry sat beside each other on the couch beside her, low noise coming from the television that played a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episode.

“You actually bit off the tip of your tongue?” You asked in shock, a hand to your heart.

Harry nodded, “Yup. Jumped out of a window and I just, hit my chin with my knee.”

“Why would you even jump out of a window?” You laughed.

With a shrug, Harry sheepishly scratched the back of his head, “I was high.”

Alright, maybe he didn’t want to let you know that. Maybe you’d think he was a heavy druggy. Maybe you’d kick him out. Maybe you’d ghost him because you couldn’t have your daughter around someone who got high.

“Ah, looking for inspiration?” You asked, no sign of any annoyance or worry.

He nodded, “Nothing too heavy though. Shrooms.” Harry said quietly, making sure that Faith couldn’t hear the conversation.

“I had a friend once,” you giggled, sitting straighter, “She got promoted and where she works, they usually host a party to celebrate, right?”

Harry nodded along, subconsciously smiling like you were, his eyes traveling from your eyes to your lips to your eyes again.

“And she’s just the worst with words. Like, really bad, used to fail so many courses back at uni. And she had to give a speech. So before the party, she had some shrooms and Harry, I kid you not, that might as well have an Academy award speech.”

“No way!”

“Yes! And everyone was just so emotional and it later got posted on YouTube, has about 300 thousand views, and nobody knows that she was high all along.”

You and Harry laughed together, you leaning on the couch on your arm as you were both turned towards one another.

“Put Matthew McConaughey to shame.” You jokingly added.

“And then look at you,” Harry tilted his head, a small smile on his face, “Doing it all while sober.”

“Aw, no.” You waved him off bashfully.

“No, seriously. You’re a lyrical genius, Y/N. Besides the awards, everybody knows when it’s a song that you wrote. There are a lot of songwriters who go unnoticed but-“ he shook his head, “Not you.”

You couldn’t reply. What was there to say? Thank you? A “thank you” wouldn’t have done his words, his tone, or the butterflies in your stomach any justice.

Maybe it was why you felt yourself leaning closer, Harry mirroring your actions slowly, gaze on your lips.

It was soft and gentle the moment your lips were against each other, nothing heated, nothing heavy – just gentle and soft.

So much for not kissing with your daughter around.

“Harry, look!”

You both instantly pulled away, Harry clearing his throat as he turned and wiped his sweaty palms on his pants, biting the inside of his mouth to stifle the wide smile that wanted to break out on his face.

Faith was in front of him in a second, holding out a paper for him.

“I made you a gift.” Bashfully, Faith said quietly as Harry held the white paper, looking at it.

Your shoulder against his, you looked over and your heart fluttered.

Three stick figures were standing alongside one another, a tall one, a shorter one with longer hair, an even shorter one with two small balls on its head, a yellow flower beside the last figure.

“This is you,” Faith pointed at the tallest figure, “This is Mommy, and this is me. And this,” pointing at the flower, “The sunflower you got.”

Right above the figure was a big, asymmetric red heart.

Your stomach fluttered, looking at your daughter for a moment before looking at Harry.

It looked like Faith had taken a liking to Harry – one that was bigger than you had expected.

Harry was speechless, eyes on the drawing as he felt his face heat up from the admiration, the innocent act being enough to have him feel like crying.

“This is the best gift anyone has ever given to me.” And he meant it. Looking at Faith, he looked into her eyes – which he had realized were exact replicas of yours – “Thank you so much, Faith.”

You couldn’t help but feel like tearing up when Faith threw herself on him, struggling but managing to wrap her arms around his neck in a hug.

It seemed to have surprised Harry, too for a moment, but it took a second for Harry to help Faith up properly on his lap, hugging her back.

Faith was affectionate, you knew that, but she was never that affectionate with people other than family and the people she had grown up surrounded by. It was why you backed a little to watch, your hand loosely on your mouth.

//

“Thank you for breakfast,” Harry said as he stood by the door with you, “And the talk, and everything.”

“Thank you for coming. Faith and I had fun,” you smiled down at the ground before looking up at him, “I’m sorry if it was too much – with the drawing and Faith hugging you and talking your ear off and e-”

“Are you kidding?” Harry shook his head with a small laugh, “That was the best thing to happen to me in a long time. I’m framing that drawing the minute I’m home.” Harry patted his crossbag, where the drawing lied.

“She’s actually never like that with new people,” you admitted, “I’m surprised myself.”

“What can I say?” Harry teased, “I have my ways with kids.”

“Ha ha,” you jokingly rolled your eyes, “You associate yourself with single moms often?”

“No, just the beautiful and talented ones.” He gave you a shrug, “That was very cheesy.”

“It was,” you laughed, “But it’s alright, I liked it.”

“Well then, we’re okay.” Harry nodded with a smile.

“We’re okay.”

A second passed before Harry furrowed his eyebrows, “You doing anything on Friday?”

“Not that I know of, no.”

“In that case,” his face softened, “How does dinner sound?”

“Dinner sounds lovely.” You smiled, clutching your hands together against your front. “But you know we need to start working, right?”

“Then how about we work then maybe cook a homemade meal at my place?” He suggested, “Faith is very much welcome to come.”

“Faith and work? Yeah, right,” you cringed, “I can drive her to mom’s for the day, it’s when my mom has my cousins over anyway so she’ll be alright.”

“If anything goes wrong, just tell me. I can get her anything she needs for entertainment.” Harry spoke honestly.

You smiled, stepping closer to him, “I’ll let you know.”

“Good. 5?”

“5.” You nodded.

“So it’s see you soon.” Harry smiled softly, looking down at you before gently moving one hand to your waist, leaning down to press his lips softly against yours.

“See you soon.” You repeated quietly against his lips as you pulled away.

“Call me?”

You nodded, licking your lips, watching as Harry’s eyes glanced at your lips again. Saving him the movement, you leaned closer to peck his lips.

//

hes.updatesss: Harry restocked the black and the white Fine Line t-shirts and added kids’ size on his website!

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Neo Got My Back (Jaehyun x reader)

a/n : a domestic Jaehyun fluff scenario! 

enjoy! you all deserve a ( good bed time) story.. though I hope this is good enough.. 

warning : mentions of past incident of almost dying but nah you lived :D, some slight cursing

tagging @yutahoes who might like this domestic jaehyun and ofc @neopalette

--- here goes nothing ----

It’s starting to get dark outside and your house still feels empty. You walk around the small room holding your phone while checking if there is any new message or a call. It’s been a long day for you to finish your works and take care of your dog that’s feeling a bit under the weather. You give up waiting for a reply and choose to just leave your phone and take care of your sick dog.

“Neo, come here.” You make yourself comfortable on the floor and pat your lap as the small Labrador walks slowly to you.

“Aw look at you, you’re still sick but feeling better?” you ask when the good boy wags its tail

“Are you excited to meet daddy?” you coo at your pal and he licks your cheek. You giggle and kiss him back “I also miss Jaehyun, don’t worry he is coming home tonight.”

Your dog seems to understand what you said, maybe its because he heard Jaehyun and home in one sentence and your tone sounds happy. If you are happy, then Neo is happy.

“Let’s try to eat some more, you’re not eating as much as usual and I don’t find that settling.” You reach on the dog food you’ve prepared before hand and try to feed Neo.

He eats, but without much energy. You’re sad actually to see him acting like this, at night he also whimpers some soft painful growl. You’re planning to take him to the vet if he’s whimpering again tonight.

“Are you sick or are you just acting up to see Jaehyun?” you tease your Labrador, who once were caught acting sick just to bring Jaehyun home. Jaehyun loves Neo to the point where he is willing to drop his business to come and hug this good boy. Maybe it’s because Neo once saved your life.

You told Jaehyun about the story where Neo saved you from almost drowning in the beach when you were a teenager. Since then, Jaehyun’s love to Neo sort of jumps over the moon. He said he ought Neo everything because thanks to Neo he got to meet you.

Your dog finishes his dinner and proceed to lay on his bed to sleep, maybe he is not feeling well. You put your worry aside and grab your phone again, checking if Jaehyun actually replied your message or called you.

Nothing. No messages, no calls. He must be busy in the office, you thought to yourself. Trying your best to stay calm and think of positive things. You trust Jaehyun, he won’t be home late for any other reasons other than caught up with work or stuck in the road.

Jaehyun sighs and glances on his watch again. It’s already one hour past his regular go home time and his phone battery died the moment he was about to tell you he will be home late.

Well the project he is working on this month has a change on the product launching date, so the team has to rush things up and make sure they’re ready for the launching next week.

His attempt to stay calm with tuning into his favorite radio channel fails. Not even his music playlist can calm him down. He knows you’re probably worried something bad happens to him without news or update from him to you and that is not settling in his heart.

“I am so sorrryyyy..” he mutters to himself when he sees the red lights and rows of cars all crawling in the night street. Why must the road be congested today?

He made it into your neighborhood and at that moment he realized something.

“Shit, I forgot to download the Netflix movie she wanted to watch.” Jaehyun internally curses himself. Works really preoccupied his mind to the point where he forgot. Well he hopes you won’t be mad and just let him download it for awhile to avoid pauses.

The lift ride to your room is not helping. With the lift keeps on stopping on different floor, he has to hold his patience and not cry in there when the door once again opens and he’s still halfway to your floor.

The man with a nice fitted suit finally steps out of the crowded lift. His face shows how tired he is, but the smile he has in his face upon imagining the face of his lover and faithful pal is bright enough.

Jaehyun takes a deep breath when he presses the six-digit combination lock to your home and once he presses the handle down, all of his exhaustion seems to leave his shoulder.

The familiar scent of your favorite aroma therapy candle greets him. Slowly Jaehyun takes off his shoes and when he did not see you or get a surprising jump from you, he knows you’re probably in your room doing works or maybe playing with Neo.

His steps resonate through the room, first the kitchen looks bright with a nice simple dinner nicely arranged on the table. Though it’s no longer steaming, Jaehyun can feel his stomach rumbles.

“(Y/n)?” he calls your name slowly after putting his working bag and suit aside. His hand unties his tie as he uncuffs his buttons and walk to look for you.

“Oh you’re asleep?” he talks to himself in whispers when he finds you laying down sleeping on the sofa with Neo cuddled next to you, despite the lack of space!

Gently he tucks your hair aside from your face and leans in to kiss your forehead. “Sorry for being home late.”

You twist in your sleep and slowly open your eyes. Blinking your sleep away and gathering your energy to process what is this. Is this a dream or is this Jaehyun?

Your hand reach out to touch his cheeks and when you feel it you smile. “Hello love,” you yawn and hug his torso.

“I haven’t showered or changed.” he runs a hand on your hair and the other free hand is already rubbing Neo’s chin.

“It’s okay, you can shower later.” You mumble as you bury your face into his torso.

“Have you eaten?” you ask, definitely knowing he hasn’t eaten yet.

He nods “I am hungry.”

“I can heat the food for you. Take a bath quick.” You push him to the toilet. He laughs and ruffles your hair before leaving to take his towel and clothes.

You bring Neo with you to the kitchen, and start to heat the food again.

Seeing Jaehyun still try his best to smile in front of you despite his stress and tiring job, makes you feel grateful and that the only way you can pay him back is by giving him the attention and cares he deserves.

He returns with a brighter face and a comfortable tee shirt and sweats. You’re done with heating the foods and so you join him sitting on the other end of the table as you scoop him some foods into his plate.

“Thank you, you cooked this?” he asks while taking small bites on the foods. Knowing his best to not expect too much when you are a terrible cook.

You bite your lips “I tried a receipt from Taeyong’s website.” You look up at him with expectations, couldn’t be that bad right? You’ve been practicing for a while. Jaehyun nods and eats more “I guess you improved?” he chuckles when you let out a delightful clap

“I am glad!” you grin. “I am ready to be your housewife.” You tease him.

He giggles and reaches out for more kimchi “Who made this kimchi? So good.”

You roll your eyes “Mom.”

“Ah, learn from her first to make this good kimchi, then you can marry me.” He playfully pokes your cheek and you pout at him “You hold your words. If I succeed making that kimchi, you’re marrying me.”

He flashes his ring finger to you, the one with a couple promise ring he has with you and winks “I am more than ready to change this ring into a diamond one.”

You blush “Keep your words okay. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He nods “I am. I am going to keep my words. Right Neo? You are our witness.”

The dog barks and stays under the table accompanying the warm night both of you spend together.

“About not replying to your text, I am sorry my phone died, and I don’t bring my charger with me today.” He brushes his hair away from his eyes.

You nod “I knew it, you and your hobby of running out of batteries. I’m just afraid something bad happens.”

“No, don’t worry. It’s just we had to take over time to finish a project for next week. Sorry to keep you waiting.” He raises from the chair and brings his plates to the dish.

You quickly keep the remaining foods into the refrigerator while Jaehyun takes the gloves and starts to wash the sink.

“Ow poor you, did you finish it? Things are okay?” you lean on the counter next to him.

“Yes, I can go home because I finished my parts.”

“Good then,” you pat his shoulder “You must be tired, let’s-“

He cuts you in “About Netflix-“ he takes a sharp pause “I am so sorry we have to postpone watching A Whisker Away, I haven’t downloaded it yet.”

You smile and rubs his shoulder “Don’t worry, the film is not going to disappear! Let’s rest instead. You had a long day and I want to cuddle with you.”

Jaehyun smiles and jumps into your side, he hugs you and pulls the cover over you both “Okay, cuddle it is then! Come here, let me hug you until you beg me to stop.” He peppers you with raspberry kisses on your neck and arm and you giggle loudly.

“love you Jae!” you kiss him quick to which the other man smiles and kisses you back “And I love you most.”

end

[greenygreenland]

Riptide: Cole x Reader

-HAPPY 10th ANNIVERSARY NINJAGO!! -I write for females (just as a side note) because I’m a girl and it’s easy for me soooo yeah :/ -i know jay and cole are besties, but for this, let’s just say jay still likes to tease cole (friends do that anyway tho??)

Summary: Cole finds you at the beach trying to drown yourself. When he rips you out of the ocean, he realises you look familiar.

WARNINGS: Near-death (drowning)

The waves quietly lapped against the edge of the sand, tickling Cole’s toes as he made his way across the wet grains. The moon stood high in the sky, shining brightly overhead like a lighthouse. Cole promised to catch up with the others, but he couldn’t rip himself away from the calm of the waves. 

His heart stilled with the quiet waves, sinking into the wet sand like his feet. A cool breeze passed over his face and it brushed through his windswept hair. If only Ninjago could stay this calm. If only he could be like the ocean, free, never ending. 

Cole found himself walking deeper into the ocean and away from the banks. The waves slowly met his ankles, then his knees. It soaked into his rolled up trousers, travelling up until he was waist deep. He didn’t worry about being so far out since it was low-tide. And even if he did find himself getting swept out to sea, he still had his powers. 

Something softly splashed over to his left. He whipped around, immediately taking a defensive stance. As ineffective as it was, he’d rather be safe than sorry. 

Cole eyed the smooth waters. He wondered if it was a shark, or worse, a mystical beast he never heard about. For a few moments, it was quiet, save for the waves, the calm breezes, and Cole’s steady breath. “Maybe it was a fish.” he whispered to himself with a chuckle. Something brushed his leg and he reared back with a squeal. 

“Not a fish not a f--First Spinjitzu Master!” 

The first thing Cole saw was a shirt, then a bundle of floating hair and a face hidden among it. He wanted to freak out, but a girl was laying in the sand underwater. Underwater. He plunged under the cool waves, wrapping his arms around the girl’s torso and hauling her up. “First Spinjitzu Master... First Spinjitzu Master...” Cole placed a hand on his earpiece.

“Guys! I found a girl in the ocean. She’s unconscious and...I don’t think she’s breathing. Come quick!” 

“We’re on our way.” said Zane. The nindroid’s voice was a relief to hear. “We will arrive in five minutes, and as an extra precaution, I have phoned nine-one-one.” 

“Okay, great, great.” As Cole laid the limp girl on the grainy sand, he frantically looked her up and down. Even through the curtain of hair plastered over her forehead, he could tell her face was unnaturally pale. So much, that it could have been a mirror of the bright moon.

It suddenly occurred to Cole that he had to do something. The girl wasn’t breathing and she’d die if he didn’t do something. “Gyah! I’m not the smart one!” He ran a hand over his face. There was one thing Zane did bother to teach everyone in the group, whether it be for civilian use or themselves. Cole pictured Zane standing by his side.

Place the heel of your palms on the centre of the chest.

Cole placed his hands on the centre of the girl’s chest. 

Interlock your fingers. Remember to press two inches down.

Cole interlocked his fingers. 

I have read somewhere that pressing down to the beat of Stayin’ Alive is said to ‘do the trick’ and make it easier. 

And so Cole did just that. “Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Stayin’ alive... Stayin’ alive...” He wasn’t sure if it was working, or even if he was doing it right to begin with. How would pressing two inches down on someone’s chest do good? How would this save her from being killed?

Suddenly, she jolted upward, coughing and sputtering out a load of water right into Cole’s face. He didn’t care though. That meant the water had come out of her lungs, right? The danger had been avoided, at least for now. 

“COLE!” 

He whipped around, letting out a loud sigh of relief. Zane and Pixal took Cole’s place, reviewing her vitals and diagnosing her with whatever. He wasn’t sure what they were doing, so he stood off to the side as Jay babbled away. “What happened? Are you okay? How did you find the girl? You didn’t have to swim out there did you?” 

Kai looked at Jay weirdly. “Do you think Cole would swim out that far to begin with? He probably found her washed ashore.” Cole wanted to say something, but he was in a daze. The more he thought about the girl, the more he wondered where he saw her from. It was like a smell you know you’ve smelled before but can’t put a name or memory to. 

He ignored the background chatter and zeroed his gaze on her limp body as Zane carried her to the ambulance. When Zane turned around and motioned for him to come over, Cole finally came back to his senses. He could think about the girl later, right now, he had to answer some questions. 

Three weeks later

“Urgh,” said Cole. “Why do I have to go with Jay?” Sensei Wu raised a brow at him as if to say, ‘really?’. “What is wrong with Jay?” he inquired. “He is a brother, and brothers should be respected.” Off to the side, Jay loudly applauded. “Period. Brothers should be respected, Cole.” He rolled his eyes with a sigh. 

“Now,” Wu interjected. “I want you both to visit Jamanakai Village. You will find Mystake’s tea shop. Get these and only these.” He handed Cole an old drawstring bag. It had a label on the string, but the handwriting was so wonky that Cole couldn’t read it. “If she tries to kick you out, tell her I sent you. That is all, I expect you both back by Thursday.”

Jay let out a long groan. “Why can’t Kai do it? Or Zane? Or Lloyd?” He smugly glanced at Cole. “Or even my wonderful girlfriend Nya? I thought they were the responsible ones.” Wu raised a brow and Cole snickered. “You will both go to Jamanakai Village. That is final. While you are out, do not forget to eat and whatever you do, no Elemental Dragons and no vehicles. You will walk the entire way to the village, am I clear?”

“Yes, Sensei.” 

To say the walk was gruelling was a nice way to put it. There were tens of thousands of other words Cole could have said to describe the terrible pain of having Jay around. Of course, he didn’t actually mean that, but hypothetically, the walk was terrible. 

“You know,” said Jay, “these birds are said to have been exported from the Dark Island.” He pointed to a nearby tree, where three or four birds sat. Their oily wings were like liquid obsidian. Funnily enough, the colour matched both Cole’s gi and hair. He watched as one of them flew away, fluttering straight over his head and into the sky above. 

Cole wondered if it would be nice to live life as a bird, but then he realised he wouldn’t have a bed or cake or chocolate and candy. 

“I’m guessing they were exported before the Dark Island became...you know.” added Jay. “I mean, how could these cute little guys be from there?” He reached out to pet one of the birds. It squawked and bit his finger. “OW!” Jay rounded on the tiny bird, who actually appeared to be laughing. “Bad bird! That’s a no-no! You don’t bite people like that.” 

Jay ripped off his glove and sucked on his poor finger. Cole stared at him as he whimpered. “Is it bleeding?” 

“Gwee, I fondt knowh.” 

Cole dug a hand in his pouch. He felt around and pulled out a band-aid along with a small alcohol wipe. “Here.” Jay took the band-aid and wipe, gingerly dabbing it on his wound and wrapping the band-aid around his finger. “Thanks.” 

“Yeah.” 

They continued on in a comfortable silence, caring only to watch the leaves sway in the wind. When they arrived in Jamanakai village, their feet were sore, and they were tired. Jay’s stomach grumbled, and so did Cole’s. 

“I knew we should have eaten before we left.” Cole muttered. Jay let out a long yawn. “Sensei Wu said we were supposed to be back by Thursday. That’s three days away without video games. Do you think I can survive like this? Do you Cole?” 

He wasn’t listening. A heavenly smell reeled him in like a fishing line. It was sweet, yet it smelled like green tea. Maybe it was cake; Cole hoped it was cake. “Do you smell that?” he seriously inquired. Jay knitted his brows together. “The bakery? Oh, it’s right there.” He pointed to a small shop to their left, where a girl stocked freshly baked cakes and buns. 

Cole could already imagine how pillowy and soft the buns would be. They would have sweet fillings that melted in his mouth, and the cake would be the perfect texture with the right amount of cream. He made his way to the bakery, keeping a keen eye on the fresh chocolate cake. 

“Cole, we’re not here to buy cake.” said Jay. “If we’re gonna eat, we might as well eat a real meal.” Cole rolled his eyes and pointed to a slice of chocolate cake. “I’ll take one of that, please.” 

The cashier took out a pair of sparkling tongs. “Will that be all?” she inquired with a smile. “My grandma just finished steaming the buns, they’re fresh.” Cole whipped towards the cashier. For some reason, her voice sounded so familiar. It was again, like a smell that reminded him of something he couldn’t quite place. Sweet, nostalgic, kind.

That’s right, he thought. This was the girl he saved on the beach. But before then, he knew her as the studious (Y/n) (L/n) from the Marty Oppenheimer School of Performing Arts. When Cole had no one to talk to in class, she was there. When he forgot his lunch, she shared it with him. When he decided to run away, she promised not to forget him. 

(Y/n) walked out from behind the counter. She handed Cole a bag of two containers. “It was you, wasn’t it?” Her voice was rather soft, like she were embarrassed anyone else would hear. “You saved me, on the beach.”

“Y-yeah, I did.” Was it just Cole or was it getting hot out here?  He didn’t need anyone to tell him his face had gone beet red. “Thank you Cole. I might have snuck ‘a few’ more cakes in the bag. That guy’s your friend, right? There are some buns in there for him too.” 

Cole met (Y/n)’s bright eyes. They weren’t as lively as he remembered, but they still held that warm glow that always made him feel safe. “I--uh--(Y/n)...” 

“Yeah?”

“Uh...do you still go to the Marty Oppenheimer School?” Do you want to hang out sometime? “I mean...uh...” How have you been? “T-thank you for the food.” He let out a nervous laugh and (Y/n) chuckled a little. “If you’re wondering, I graduated last year.” she said. Cole’s eyes widened. Had that much time already passed? 

“I live in Ninjago City now.” she added. “I didn’t think I would make it this far, but I did. I’m here in Jamanakai for the next three months before I go back to the city. I heard you’ve been up to things too--ninja stuff. Saving lives.” She smiled at Cole, as if the two shared an inside joke. 

“(Y/n)! Help me carry this, it’s too heavy for me!”

(Y/n) glanced over her shoulder. “One second, grandma!” She turned back to Cole and wrapped him in a tight hug. It was brief, it was sweet, and it made Cole remember just how close they used to be. “I have to get back to work. See you soon Cole?”

“Yeah.” he awkwardly replied. “See you soon.” He watched as she disappeared out back. When did he finally become taller than her? When had she actually spoken so nonchalantly? Last time he saw her, they were still kids. They were young, and even with responsibilities, they were still free. 

“Sooooo, you’ve got yourself a girl?” inquired Jay. He took the bag from Cole and made his way over to the fountain. The two sat on the ledge as Jay sifted through the food. There were buns filled with red bean paste, lotus paste, and even barbeque pork. Under that were five different desserts. Two velvety chocolate cakes, one egg tart, and three pieces of perfectly wrapped mochi. 

Jay took one of the meat buns. “Wow, this is really good. Tell your girlfriend to teach you how to cook.” Cole let out a short sigh. “She’s not my girlfriend, Jay. I haven’t even seen her in years.” 

“What? Why?”

Cole closed one of the boxes. He dug around the bag for a fork, but he grasped a small slip of paper instead. Jay peered over Cole’s shoulder with wide eyes. “Ooooo she gave you her phone number? See! Dating. Case closed. I’m gonna tell everyone when we get back.” 

“No you aren’t.” Cole retorted. “Like I said, I haven’t seen her in years. She probably only wanted to get back in touch.” Jay raised his brows and Cole elbowed him in the stomach. “Get your mind out of the gutter.” He pulled out one of the buns and took a big bite out of it. “We went to the same school together as kids. We became friends there, but when I ran away from home, we lost contact.” 

“So go talk to her!” exclaimed Jay. “Before we go, I’m setting you both up on a date, or at least a night out together. We’re not going home on Thursday, got it? We’re staying ‘til Saturday and that’s final.” Cole raised a brow in amusement. “I thought you said you wanted to play video games.”

“If your girlfriend has a phone, then she has video games.” said Jay smartly. Cole let out a bright laugh. All he really knew now was that he’d have to come to Jamanakai Village more often. 

NOTE: I will make a part two soon, so stay tuned! Tip jar

[byuncock]

Do you still love me? // Baekhyun

pairing: baekhyun x oc/reader

genre: angst, slight fluff?

word count: 1.6k

a/n: unedited! inspo came from a oneshot that is no longer available to read.

The cafe was filled with such a happy atmosphere. You were feeling everything, but.

You looked over to your boyfriend as his attention was solely on the one person sitting across from him. Which so happens to be his ex.

The both of you were out for your anniversary celebration, but it seems like you were the only one excited noting the outfits as you looked down at yours then looking over to Baekhyun's laidback hoodie and sweats. Good thing anything he wears makes him look stylish.

For some reason his ex keeps glaring at you from time to time. You havent even talked to her beside a simple introduction of hello's and my name is.

Your mood for the day has been ruined and dampened even more at the fact that he was paying attention to his ex more than you. You heave out a sigh while staring ahead just wanting them to finish talking so the both of you could just end the day even though it's only the after noon.

Hearing the sigh Baekhyun turns towards you while his friend is still talking. He stares a bit feeling bad that you had to deal with this on a special day.

He turns to her, "Well, it was nice seeing you again. If you don't mind leaving us since we are celebrating our anniversary after all" Baekhyun shoos her politely.

She let's out a flabbergasted "Oh!" and nods at the both of you then leaving. Baekhyun turns his head towards yours and gives a peck at your temple.

Feeling annoyed you stood up to leave not before telling him, "Let's go home, Baekhyun"

You were washing the dishes. Deep in thought about when things went wrong with your relationship with baekhyun.

He's been distant since around a month ago you ponder. Then the affection started decreasing weekly along with dates and communication you investigate.

As you were deep in thought Baekhyun was standing at the entrance of the kitchen the whole time with his arms crossed while staring at you. Also, deep in thought of what words to start off.

"Hey, we need to talk" he starts off as he uncrosses his arms and walks closer to you leaving a good distance.

Coming back to reality you looked over to him then down at the sink since you were still washing the dishes, "What did you wanna talk about?" letting out nonchalantly.

He opens his mouth, but the words are stuck. He closes and swallows, trying again, "I don't think I want to continue this relationship anymore" he lets out softly. As if he was hesitant even saying it, scared even.

You knew this was coming. Were you surprised? No. Just disappointed. You ceased washing the plates and turn to look fully at him, "Why?" genuinely curious even though you were breaking inside.

He stayed silent while looking around. Trying to find the words you assumed. "Do you still love me anymore?" you questioned in a whisper.

He stares at you straight in the eye, "I don't think I love you anymore" he finally lets out. Breaking you completely.

It was suddenly getting harder to breathe. You feel the tears creeping up. But you swallowed a large lump and nodded. Going back to finish washing the dishes, "Alright then, I guess this is it?" you questioned.

Not letting him say anything else when you added, "I'll pack my stuff when I'm done with this" you turn your head at him with a forced small smile.

Then he left.

-

It's been about a few weeks. Or a month. You don't really know since you lost count of the days. Not having the energy to even care about anything else besides your broken heart.

You were staying at your friend's place, who is kind enough to let you move in, but because of reasons you didn't want to do that to her. Letting her know you'll only be staying there for a short time until you find your own place.

The sun has set and the moon is shining brightly. Though the weather has been nice lately your mood hasn't got any better. So you try to cheer yourself up by having walks daily either in the morning or night.

This time around you were feeling extra sad and heartbroken which led to all memories with Baekhyun and self doubt. Must be your incoming monthly cycle.

You were walking out at night aimlessly. Which should be dangerous, but you didnt care at the moment. Not until someone grabbed your shoulders from behind and turned you around, startling you.

You were so shock you didn't really get to process who the person was before they pulled you into their embrace. The scent giving it away.

The tears you've been trying to keep at bay for the past week had finally been let go.

Baekhyun hears you sobbing and hugs you tighter while whispering apologies and I love yous in your ear.

You were so upset and hurt that he broke it off just like that. All the anger and sadness coming out through your sobs and actions. You pushed him away while looking at him.

"W- What ar-are you doin- doing?" you asked while hiccuping. Now that you were finally able to take a look at him you cried even harder.

He was flabbergasted, didn't know what to do, but pull you in his embrace once again while apologizing, "I.... I'm sorry my love.... I'm so sorry"

He tightened his hug while whispering apologies and sweet nothings.

While you just stood there. Limp. Bawling your eyes out at the same man who broke your heart.

So many thoughts were bombarding your already tired head. Why is he here? Why is he hugging me? How did he recognize me? What the fuck?

Baekhyun let you cry in his arms while he soothes your back. Waiting for you to calm down before he speaks again. When you do he lets out softly, "I would like to speak with you. If that's okay?" pulling away at arms length so he can look at you. Trying to decipher the emotion on your face other than sadness.

You were so confused, "What do you even want to talk about?" giving a deep frown as you try to back away from him and have a decent amount of space in between.

Baekhyun didn't like that. Even though you created distance he still managed to graze his hands down to yours to intertwine them.

"I wanted to apologize" he started quickly. "I know I broke your heart and told you I no longer loved you, but baby was I so damn wrong," he tightened his hold on you.

Millions of emotions ran through you. Still confused obviously. But now. Upset. How can he just do that? One second decides he no longer loves you and breaks it off then come back because he was wrong. Who does that?

He was eagerly waiting for any type of reply, but all he received was a troubled look and thoughts running through your head.

"These past weeks we've been apart felt like hell. I realized I made a mistake shortly after I broke it off with you, but I didn't want to get back to you so soon because I wanted to be sure that I still love you. Which I do, which is why I was trying to plan something until I ran into you" he pauses. Letting you soak in what he said before continuing.

He saw your eyes move from the ground up to his eyes. He took that as a queue to talk again and hopefully convince you how sincere he is.

"Something in my gut told me to do it now or else I wouldn't have got a chance later. So I took it." he pauses again and slowly gravitate you towards him into an embrace so the both of you could look directly at each other.

"Now I am hoping you can forgive me and give me another chance because I love you so damn much. I'm a fucking moron to ever thought I didn't love you anymore. Please, baby. Give me another chance and let me be with you again." he softly lets out with his lips just a centimeter away from yours.

His eyes occasionally drift between your eyes and your lips. Somehow his arms were wrapped around you.

You were still soaking it in. Everything was too much at the moment and in the state you were currently in didn't help.

The whole time he talked you didn't even reply back with anything besides all the emotional looks he caught.

You were deep in thought. So deep in thought you forgot what was happening until you feel his arms tighten around you.

You can tell the situation was making him anxious and your lack of response made it 10x worse.

"I don't" you croaked. Clearing your throat you tried again " I don't know" you finally let out.

He ended up placing his forehead against yours and stared deeply into your eyes. "Please" he begged with a crack in his voice. He closed his eyes and his expression seemed like he was holding back his tears.

You didn't feel bad.

You pulled away from him. Making sure you were six feet apart and he stood there with his eyes closed. You can see a tear run down his pretty features.

"My number's still the same" you whispered. You stood there for another few seconds then turn to leave.

If he wanted you back then he better work his ass off.

You were not going to experience that heart break again. You wanted to be sure that he means it so if the both of you do get back together there wouldn't be doubts. There wouldn't be second thoughts of what if Baekhyun falls out of love with you again. Because you have no idea if you can handle that the second time.

-

As you are walking back to your friend's place. Your phone vibrates.

~

a/n: lmk your thoughts!

[bbytetsu]

SIGNS

pairing: osamu miya x gn! reader

word count: ~3k

author’s note: angst. warnings for slight swearing, very slight suggestiveness. best read to signs by bloc party.

on the winter day marking your first year together, you’re reminded of how deeply you’ve fallen in love.

as you exit the subway station, you’re greeted by the familiar intersection splitting off into narrow streets, each lined by streetlights. the outskirts of osaka are humble, with their greige painted walls and steep, weathered roofs. but the ordinary things here—the 7/11, the spinning barber pole, the cat lingering by the red mailbox—are like landmarks to you, noticed and loved by your crescent eyes. scanning your surroundings, you turn left towards his apartment and continue straight.

5 minutes away from his place.  

you amble past the 7/11 store. traces of nikuman waft in the cold air, inviting you in. you catch yourself smiling as you see the regular obasan, red-rimmed glasses perched on her leathery skin, bantering with the store owner—they’re definitely flirting, you think. through the wide windows, you watch the local high school boys’ volleyball team scatter throughout the rainbow aisles. some squat just below your field of vision, others pore through magazines by the register.

3 minutes away from his place.

you take a left. on your right, you pass the family-owned barber shop he visits. its endlessly spinning barber pole is a welcome dash of color amidst the neutral hues of the neighborhood. across from the shop stands the house with the red mailbox. the family’s calico cat idles dangerously close to the road and licks it paws before wandering off.

1 minute away from his place.

you pass the empty bike rack, and the gated residence comes into sight at the end of the street.

it’s all the same, but suddenly it’s not.

small fluffs of white begin to obscure your vision. you glance up at the sky, and your eyes widen—it’s snowing. juxtaposed against the osaka skyline, it’s almost as if the city lights are disintegrating, their embers falling around you in the form of bright snowflakes. you watch the snow in a trance, and before you know it, winter has draped a sheer white veil over the street, dusted over naked trees with its snowy kiss.

on the winter day marking your first year together, you feel as if your love for him has overflowed and trickled out from your chest. and now it surrounds you in the form of snow. falling so softly, so wonderfully dizzyingly.

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“i’m here, ‘samu,” you call out in a singsong voice as you twist your spare key in the lock. pushing open the door, you’re stunned to find his place completely dark. you step into the apartment and wrangle your boots off of your feet.

“’samu? you here?” with your eyes trained on the floor for any potential tripping hazards, you tread through the dim foyer.

“yeah, i’m here.” his familiar voice rings out, partially relieving your confusion. you look up to search for his figure.

“why’s it so- oh my god, what’s all this?” you nearly trip into the kitchen. you gasp at the sight of candles casting golden highlights across the dinner table. slivers of mahogany peek in between plates of nigiri, bowls of miso, and other tableware. in the center of the table, a glass vase holds two crimson roses, petals coated with glassy dewdrops.

you try to collect your thoughts. “i thought we were just meeting here,” you pause to think. “wait, did our dinner reservation get canceled? did you call me earlier? i might’ve missed it...” you fumble for your phone in your coat pocket.

he grins a slightly lopsided grin. “ya still haven’t caught on? i didn’t actually make a reservation, i was just tryna surprise ya… seeing as ya like surprises and all that. plus,” he clears his throat. “why would we go out to dinner when i can make it myself? i hear their wasabi isn’t even freshly made.”

you’re silent as tears well up in your eyes.

“hey, you’re not about to cry, are ya?” he’s unsure whether to poke fun of you or embrace you in a warm hug.

“i just can’t believe you did this all yourself,” you whisper, still fixated on the feast in front of you. even to your untrained eyes, you can tell that each each piece was handled with precision, delicacy, but above all, love. the air between you feels thick and honeyed, suffused with all the feelings brimming in your chest.

“i mean, i do this for a living.” you glance up at him. he shrugs, but you notice the tender twinkle in his eye.

“i know, but it’s still amazing. i don’t even know what to say,” you confess.

“ya don’t have to say anythin’,” he murmurs. “just let me enjoy the quiet for once.”

“huh?” your eyebrows furrow, but your lips curl into a faint smile. “okay, i take it back. you better be prepared to listen to me all night.”

he cocks his eyebrow. “why? is there something ya wanna do all night?”

“‘SAMU! don’t twist my words,” you lunge towards him. he recoils.  

“oi, relax!!”

just as you’re about land a solid smack on his ass, he maneuvers behind you and folds his strong arms around you in a back hug. laughing, you squirm in his embrace, but he doesn’t budge.

“gotcha,” he huffs into your ear. he loosens his grip around you, allowing you to wriggle your arms above and over his. you intertwine your fingers with his, and the two of you sway from side to side like in a slow dance. he pulls your body closer to his chest.

“happy anniversary,” he whispers, as if he’s afraid that speaking any louder will disrupt the romantic atmosphere he’s so diligently crafted.

of course, you know that nothing could ruin this moment.

“mhm. happy anniversary to us.”

with his eyes closed, he breathes in your scent. the two of you are quiet—there is no need for words. the way your limbs melt into each other, no beginning or end to either of you, is enough for the both of you.

he loves you. you love him.

he’s thankful that sushi doesn’t need to be served hot. he’d hold you here for an eternity if he could.

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it’s funny how things change throughout the years.

you sit motionless, with both of your elbows pressed against the cold mahogany of the table. when you first sat down, the sun had just begun to creep below the skyline, wispy streaks of reds and yellows blazing in its wake. now, the sun was long gone, and your only companion was the moon, whom you know all too well these days. round and low in the dark sky, it casts shadows across the empty dinner table.

the apartment is silent besides the quiet ticking of the kitchen clock.

tick, tock. as if it’s a bomb waiting to explode. as if it’s mocking you for waiting so long. as if it’s counting down the time you have left with him.

you lean your forehead against your hands, clasped in a silent prayer. with your eyes closed, you allow any and all emotions to wash over you.

how could you forget our anniversary? does our relationship even matter to you? do i even matter to you? why am i always your second choice?  how did things end up this way?

the muffled jangle of keys outside the door interrupts your thoughts, and the lock clicks as it turns open. hours ago, you would have perked up at the sound, but now it’s been much too late. you remain motionless. after shaking his shoes off, he walks into the dim kitchen to find you sitting at the dinner table, your forehead still pressed against your clasped hands.

“you forgot,” you whisper, refusing to look at him.

“i know, y/n. i’m so-”

you cut him off. “you could’ve called. or texted.”

“i’m so sor-”

“save it. i’ve been sitting here for the last… i don’t even know how many hours. and i’ve just been thinking about what to say.”

he’s quiet. how many more mistakes will it take for you to realize he no longer loves you like he used to? you shudder at the thought, but are unable to ignore it any longer. you’ve opened pandora’s box, unleashing thick smoke that swallows you whole. it clouds your every thought and contaminates your memories with him; it stings your eyes and steals the breath from your lungs.

you begin to shake, and he watches as your breaths shorten into small, erratic gasps. his chest tightens at the sight. kneeling down onto the ground to level himself with with your seated figure, he stretches his arms towards you. but to his shock, you flinch at his touch.

“don’t!” you gasp. “don’t come near me. i don’t want that-” you’re unable to finish your sentence, sudden gasps curbing whatever words were to come next.

“y/n, i’m sorry.” his voice is low, his mouth sours with dread.

“i know. but it’s not the first time that you’ve done something like this. remember my birthday?” you choke out, burying your face in your palms.

he grimaces at the mention. “i do. but ya said ya wouldn’t bring that up again. i thought we agreed to move past that.”

“well, yeah we did. but the thing is, it’s become a pattern.”

he stands up and hovers by your seated figure. “me forgetting? it’s happened two or three times. i wouldn’t say that’s a pattern. but listen, i know i was in the wrong and and that’s why i wanna say i’m sorry. i really am.”

you look up at him with puffy, bleary eyes. red tinges your waterline. “you just don’t get it, do you?”

“whaddya mean?” his mind scrambles. get what? he replays your interactions in a frantic attempt to uncover whatever deeper meaning he was missing.

“it’s not just you missing our anniversary, or you missing my birthday. it’s so much bigger than that. all of this,” you wave your hand. “is just a symptom of the bigger problem.”

he raises an eyebrow. “i wasn’t aware we had a bigger problem.”  

his lack of awareness shocks you. how can you be so unobservant, so oblivious? all the sorrow and rage that you’ve repressed begins to bubble and overflow, like a pot of boiling water with its lid on for too long. you ball your fists as hot, stinging tears run down your cheeks. “you wanna know what it is, ‘samu?” you straighten your back and turn towards him. “it’s the fact that you no longer have room in your life for me! admit it, onigiri miya is more important to you than i am!”

“what’s onigiri miya gotta do with all this?” he retorts. his voice is grating. “i know i’ve been busy with work, but ya couldn’t possibly think that. you’ve always supported me and my dream of running my own damn restaurant, but now it’s the problem with us? the fact that i have a dream?”

“no, the fact that your dream doesn’t include me,” your voice quivers. “there’s no space for me in your future, ‘samu.”

“oh come on, ya know that’s not true. i’ve just been busy keeping up with it, especially with how business is growing.”

anger flares within you. how dare he dismiss your concerns as if they’re not legitimate? as if you’re nothing more than a small child whining for candy?

“but think about it!” you shoot up from your chair and look him in the eye. “when you envision yourself in 5 years, what do you think about? you think about onigiri miya, you think about how business is booming, critics are raving about your cooking. you’re raking in so much cash you’ve opened a new restaurant and you’re standing there in front of the new place, and maybe you’re cutting the ribbon for the grand opening. but am i there? am i standing next to you anywhere in your dream? do you think about us, where we’re going to be in five years? no, no you don’t. i’m not anywhere in the picture and you know it.”  

even in the dark, you can see his jaw clench. the rest of his features grow rigid with frustration.

he, too, has reached his boiling point.

“how can ya possibly say that?” he seethes, his tone unforgiving like steel slicing through palpable air. “i told ya already, y/n. i’m sorry. i fucked up. i missed our anniversary. i even missed your birthday. but that is not the reason we won’t work out, i won’t let that be the reason. ya know i love ya. i do. but ya wanna pit yourself against my job... don’t ya think that’s a little unfair? for fuck’s sake, not even my job, but my dream? ya know how it’s been a dream of mine since forever to open my own shop. ya know how hard it’s been, how i shed blood, sweat, and tears to open it, much less to keep it going. of all people, ya know how hard it was for me to find something i wanted alone, something that was different than ‘tsumu’s. something that would let me be my own person. and now i’ve finally found it ya wanna take it away? all because ya need attention?”

his words leave a metallic aftertaste, and he watches your features twist in pain as you confirm your growing suspicions.

he’s outgrown me.

“i- i’m sorry. i know that you’re not trying to take anything away from me,” he confesses. he wants so desperately to take back his mangled words, but it’s too late. he’s dropped a lit match onto your bed of oil, setting flame to what he once knew.  

you stand up shakily and face him: the man who taught you what it meant to love. the man who taught you what it meant to hurt.

“you’re right, i’m not. but you know what?” your voice cracks before growing raspier. “thanks for telling me that. because when i imagined my future, i always imagined a future in which you were by my side. i thought we’d move in together someday, maybe even get a dog, maybe even get married, maybe even have—oh, i don’t know—kids, and move into a house! help them with their math homework! take them to the aquarium, go on family picnics! make onigiri on sundays! but, i guess i’ve been a fucking fool, haven’t i?”  

he looks at you with wide, dinner plate eyes.

you choke back sobs, not even bothering to wipe away the wet tears trailing down your cheeks. your heart weighs heavier than lead, and you turn on your heels.

“i- y/n, wait, where are ya going?” he reaches for you, the tips of his fingers brushing against your arm as you shoulder past him.  

“outside. to think.”

as he realizes you have every intention of leaving the apartment, he trips into the hallway after you.

“wait, it’s fuckin’ freezing outside-”

“ii’ll be fine.” you forcefully grab the woolen coat off the coat rack and swing it over your shoulders.

“y/n. please, we can work this out.” you’ve never heard him like this—quiet, but painfully desperate.

too late.

“i need to think.”

you step through the doorway, not daring to look back.

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you trudge through the half melted snow that coats the street. as your eyes burn with tears, the faraway osaka city lights blur in your vision like a kaleidoscope. shivering, you dig your bare hands further into your pockets and clench onto the fabric—an attempt to preserve whatever heat there is, but more so as an expression of your anger.

your legs seem to move by themselves, and you grit your teeth to keep yourself from crying. how did things end up like this?

1 minute away from his place.

you hurry past the empty bike rack and the brick walls guarding the houses. the greige walls have never looked grayer.

3 minutes away from his place.

you pass by the house with the red mailbox, its obnoxious color like a warning that’s much too late. the calico cat has abandoned you and is nowhere to be seen. the spinning barber pole taunts you with its endless dance.

5 minutes away from his place.

you pass by the 7/11. there’s no one in the store except for the regular obasan, whose wrinkles are drawn taut in a frown. you watch as she fires words at the shopowner, her one hand pointing at him animatedly and the other resting on her hip. they’re definitely arguing, you think.

you finally reach the open intersection in front of the subway station. leaning against a streetlight, you survey the neighborhood defeatedly, trying to find beauty in the surroundings you once regarded with so much affection. trying to find a sign. water seeps off of branches and falls onto the pavement like teardrops. the steep-roofed houses huddle together in the cold, their walls practically rubbing against each other.

it’s all the same, but it’s somehow different.

you look down at your feet, slush coating the edges of your shoes. it pains you to see that the the snow is no longer bright or pure, but translucent. tinted an ugly brown. with footprints littered across its surface.

on the winter day marking your fourth year together, the snow you loved so much has melted into slush, revealing nothing but barren soil beneath.

it’s over between us.

[writing-fanics]

[ Mamoru x Fem!Reader ]

•Legend of the Forgotten Moon Princess•

[Part III] Mamoru and Y/n

a/n: in this chapter y/n and mamoru spend sometime together getting to know each-other a bit more...]

so complete of season one follows the manga the next part of the story will be season ii cause i really like that season.. but for the final battle im doing the show version with a twist at the end.... so im taking out the manga version of the reincarnation and having the tv show version instead since that one is more impactful and i like it more. 

[ Finding Sailor Jupiter ] 

[Y/n] was at the Crown Game Center, with Usagi, Ami, and Makoto. The new transfer student in Class 6,  [Y/n] watches Makoto play the Sailor V, game. 

"You sure you’ve never played this game before?” Usagi asks, Makoto.

”it’s the same as fighting in real life.” Makoto says, to her.

”you let the bad guy chase you so you can catch him off guard, then you hit him with your ultimate attack!” She says, as she plays the game.

”Ultimate attack!” Usagi says, in awe.

”Hi Usagi! Y/n! You’re here early today.” Ami says, as she walks towards them.

”Oh! Hi, Ami!” Both Y/n and, Usagi say. Looking towards her.

”Have you met the new girl yet? She just transferred into, Class 6 today.” Usagi says, to her.

“I’m Makoto Kino,” she says, looking over at Ami.

”I’m Ami Mizuno. I go to Juban, too. It’s so nice to meet you.” She says, to Makoto.

"Nice to meet you too." Makoto says, looking at the game. Then Motoki came over, "Hey Usagi! So are all the girls you're friends with cute." He says, and he looks and sees Makoto who turns her head and, looks at him. A blush spread across her cheeks, 

"Its...you." She says, quietly looking at him. Then the sound of game over interrupted them, she turned back towards the screen. 

"Oh! Nothing I thought you were someone else.." She says, looking back at them game.

[TIme-Skip] to bridal shop cause this bitch lazy.. 

"Well this is the bridal shop he was talking about." Ami says, as the girls look at it. 

"It's also the same one Naru went to." Usagi says, looking at it.

"Where's Mako?" She says, looking around and sees her looking up at the shop, with a blush spread across her face. She sees a dress and, looks at it. 

"So gorgeous. I wish I could wear a dress like that." Mako says, to herself.

As two girls pass by, "See thats the bridal shop." One girl says, pointing to it. 

"You mean that's the shop thats cursed?" the girl beside her asks. 

"That's right! Sometimes people see it! That ghost bride." [Y/n] says, looking at the shop.

"The mannequin on the balcony wanders around at night, trying to seduce the male-passers by Everybody! says so." She says, to them. 

"And if you buy a dress from the shop, you become cursed by the ghost bride. and spend your life in misery." She says, looking at the shop. 

"Whaa? Well, when I do get engaged, I'm not going to go there for a dress." Mako thinks, to herself. The girls, make their way towards Rei's. 

Rei looks at Makoto and, feeling a powerful presence from her. All the girls catch Rei up, on the bridal shop. 

"A cursed bridal shop? The ghost of a bride? Yes, it is suspicious." Rei says, to her friends.

"That groom who went missing...I wonder if he was seduced by that ghost bride?" Ami says, to herself. 

"If he was, he's got no-one to blame but himself for being lured in by a ghost." Rei says, her arms folded. Makoto then turn back towards the girls, 

"This is all too complex for me. I'm going home." Makoto says, to the girls then leaves. And, as she does Luna, jumps up onto Rei's, shoulder. 

"Luna.." Rei says, looking towards Makoto...

"Yes.." Luna says, as she looks up at Rei. 

"The day we're all assembled might be sooner than we think." Rei says, watching as Makoto walks away.. 

[Y/n] was fast asleep, in her bed when all of a sudden Tuxedo Mask, appears at her window. She gasps and, watches as he runs away. She rushes out of bed and, follows him. Atlas notices and, notifies everyone. 

"Ami-Chan, Rei-Chan, Usagi-Chan, Wake up! Tuxedo Mask is leading Y/n-Chan away!" Atlas shouts, into the watch..[Y/n] arrives at the Bridal Shop from before, and gasps seeing Makoto. Everyone else, arrives and transforms. Seeing the ghost bride, 

'Lunar Prism Power! Make-Up!' She shouts, as she transforms into Sailor Luna. And, everyone else into their own respective guardian. 

"Stealing the sacred form of the blushing bride and whispering of love! We wont stand for it!" Sailor Moon, shouts at the ghost bride.

"I'm the Sailor Guardian, Sailor Luna. Who fights for the stars and, the moon above." 

"I'm the pretty guardian sailor moon who fights for love, and for justice.." 

"And, I'm the Sailor Guardian Sailor Mercury." 

"And I'm, the Sailor Guardian Sailor Mars.." 

"And we'll punish you" 

They say..

"You were controlling and tricking people?" Makoto says, looking at the ghost bride. 

"You mean you were serious damn it.." She says, as a symbol appears on her forehead. 

"I'll let you know about a woman's pure feelings with raw strength." She says, picking up the ghost bride, then she suddenly transforms into Sailor Jupiter. 

"Flower Hurricane!" She shouts, as a flower hurricane appears. "Jupiter, the planet I guard, bring a storm!! And down your thunder!" She shouts, at Nephrite. 

"Jupiter Thunder-bolt!" She shouts, as a thunderbolt strikes Nephrite killing him...Makoto falls to the ground, and all the girls run towards her to see if she's okay and, she was. And, Luna tells her that she's Sailor Jupiter..

- sorry for it being terrible and short i was using the manga' 

[ time skip ] y/n's off doing her own thing she has work to do..

[Y/n] sighed, as she looked at the papers scattered on her desk. [Y/n] wrote down stuff, from her textbook down onto the paper. She looks down and, groans. She barely got any sleep last night, since she was up all night just, working on this and, was tired really tired. 

She sighs and, decides to take a break. She makes some coffee and, decides to go out for a walk. Not knowing about what was happening outside, after walking for about ten minutes, she began to feel dizzy.

'My head is all fuzzy and, my strength is going... ugh what's going on?' She says and, she begins to fall to the ground. 

'Must be the work of the enemy..' She thinks, as she falls to the ground. 

Mamoru rounds the corner and, sees [Y/n] lying on the ground unconscious. He runs towards her, quickly checking for a pulse. He brings his hand to her cheek, "Hey! Snap out of it." He says, to her. And, she stirs awake looking him in the eyes, but seeing Tuxedo Mask. 

"Tuxedo Mask!" She says, in amazement looking at him. 

"What are you doing here?" She asks, as her cheeks turn red.

"My bad judgement and actions brought us to this point." He says, to her and, she looks at him in shock. 

"Tuxedo Mask! So this whole situation was your.... You did it are you actually?" She asks, worried. 

"No, I'm not! I didn't mean for this to happen! I wanted to find the Legendary Silver Crystal no matter the cost. But I didn't have any information to work on!" He says, looking at her.

"And I don't have powers like you do!" He says, to her. And she gasps, 

"You must transform into Sailor Luna! I can't do anything about this situation myself at this point." He says, and, she gasps once more. 

"Y-You know I'm Sailor Luna.. Just who in the world are you?" She asks, looking him in the eyes. 

"You're the only one who can come to the rescue." He says, to her. And she looks him, in the eyes. Those familiar eyes, that would seem that she sees everymorning. 

[Y/n] stands up and, places her hands on her brooch. 

'Lunar Prism Power Make-Up!' 

[Y/n] then makes, her way to where everyone else, was...She gasps, seeing so many people, lying on the ground she didn't know if they were dead or just unconscious. Even though she's seen stuff from the enemy, nothing to this extent. She was scared nervous, what if she couldn't bring anyone back... 

But then she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, "Snap out of it Sailor Luna! I know you can do it." Tuxedo Mask, said to her as tears ran down her cheeks. Then a stick appeared and, it was in the shape of a star. She takes it in her hands, "Please! Take everybody.. and give them back their lives! Please!" She shouts, holding the stick.. 

And, after she did and, everyone was waking up. She suddenly felt sleepy and, went limp. "Sailor Luna?" He says, grabbing hold of her, before she hit the ground. 

"You used too much power?" He says, looking down at her. A smile, spread across his face as he looks at her. He tucks, a strand of hair behind her ear. 

"But well done.. Sailor Luna." He says, to her as he picks her up bridal style. 

'What is this?' 

"This familiar warmth..' 

"It's as if this warmth is giving me back my energy'

As he places her on the his bed, he looks at her. She seemed so at peace, even though using up so much power and energy during that fight. 

[Time-Skip] 

[Y/n] woke up, in an unfamiliar place. She looked around, she was lying in someone else's bed. 'Where.. am I?" she says, as she looks around. She looks down and, sees a pocket watch. She looks at it and, sees that it has the phases of the moon on it. 

"So you're awake?" Mamoru says, as he looks over at [Y/n] who looks, over at him. Then she looks at the suit he was wearing, 

"Why are you Tuxedo Mask...?" She asks, looking at him. 

"It's for my memory. That's why I have to get my hands on the Legendary Silver Crystal." He says, to her and, she looks at him.

"Your memory?" She asks, looking into his eyes. 

"I lost my parents, on my sixth birthday. There was a car accident and, I lost both of my parents. And, I forgot who I was." He says and, [Y/n] gasps tears running down her cheeks. 

"And, I started having the same dream over and over. Find the Legendary Silver Crystal.. Just that phase. time and time again in my dreams." He says and, she looks at him. 

"And before I knew it... I was stealing through the city at night like some strange sleep-walker! Wearing a tuxedo like some phantom thief." He says, 

"The only clue to my past, are the word find the legendary silver crystal." He says, 

"What about you?" He asks and, she blushes looking down. 

"Um... Well it isn't so quite defined Atlas told me to find it alongside Sailor Moon, and protect it, so.." She says, blushing. 

"I see." He says and, she looks at him curiosly. 

[Y/n] brought the mask closer to his face, placing it over his eyes. She should've known, that all to familiar voice that she heard, every morning. Those all to familiar eyes she'd, get lost in. Even though she only lives a few doors down the hall. This moment in time between them felt like, they've met this way before but in different circumstances. But at this moment, if time were to stop she wouldn't mind at all. 

She looked down nervously, her heart racing. "A-Atlas is waiting for me. I... have to go home." She says, turning to leave but stops, when Mamoru place his hand, on her shoulder. Her heart pounding against her chest, "N/n." He says, and she turns around to look at him. 

A blush spread across her face, "N/n. Your bag." He says, and she nervously takes it from him. Covering her face with it, as her face turned bright red. She walks towards the door, and leaves. 

'...He called me "N/n" That's who he said.' She says, thinking to herself as she walks down the hallway to her apartment, her heart racing as she thinks of him. 

'Maybe I could call him "Since he's Mamoru, maybe I can call him Mamo-Chan.' She thinks, stopping outside her door. She reaches, into her pocket. And pulls out Mamoru's broken pocket watch, 

'I brought it with me... his broken pocket watch.' she stares at it, bringing it to her lips and kissing it. This all too familiar warmth returning once more, but stronger than ever before. [Y/n] has never fallen in love before, but this moment was completely different, she feels like she already knows him. 

He's opened up to her, he trusts her enough to tell her why he's going after the Legendary Silver Crystal. That moment, between them just moments ago. Felt as if they were in a fairy tale, as if they were two lovers. Finding out each-other's secret identities,  a fairy tale she wanted to be in. 

She never thought she'd fall in love so quickly, but it doesn't feel wrong. Not one bit, for to her it feels like she's falling in love with him all over again. As if she knew him from as past life. She looked up, hearing that voice once more. 

'You're my one and only love.' 

She walked into her apartment and, sighed as she thought of Mamoru. She brought her hand up to her face, her face bright red. A smile spread across her face, as she looked at the broken pocket watch. She held it close to her chest, holding it over her heart. 

'Is this what being in love is like?' 

{ Chapter Four } Princess Serenity and Princess Y/n  Sneak Peek

And how Mamoru noticed, how shaken and scared she was. When they tried to talk to her, [Y/n]'s face turns red, as she feels Mamoru's hand on hers. "Are you okay?" He asks, and she looks down, then at him. Her heart racing, pounding against her chest. "Yeah, I'm fine Mamo. Just seeing them, after all those years startled me." She says, looking up at him, smiling. 

They close the gap between them, their lips touching. [Y/n]'s hand places her hands, on Mamoru's chest. This kiss between them, felt magical familiar as if, out of a fairy tale. Mamoru places his hands, on her waist. She didn't want, this moment between them to stop. 

He weakly brings his hands up, looking at [Y/n] who looked down at him worried, tears in her eyes. 'I remember now, I came back to be with you again. I found you, Y/n." He says, his hand going limp.

"My...Star." He says, and [Y/n] looks down at him in shock, tears streaming down her cheeks. [Y/n] shakes her head, and screams in anguish. As she wraps her arms around Mamoru, tears streaming down her cheeks. 

[misslilli]

Welcome to Miss Scully's classroom 🤓

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

Chapter 12 - A Rainbow In It's Natural Habitat

[ FM ]

The weekend passes quickly in a blur of household chores, runs along the beach and unpacking the last of the boxes in our basement. Before long, I find myself back at the school to drop off Felix and hoping against hope for seeing a certain someone I can’t stop thinking about.

I check my phone for new messages when a classroom door opens and there she is, stepping outside, on the phone and with a frown on her face. I can only see her profile from where I’m standing and would it be totally ridiculous if I started to write poetry about the way her nose curves inward just the tiniest bit before the tip? ‘Yes, you need to be checked for head injuries, man, this is beyond ridiculous!’

“No, it’s totally fine, I understand. Tell him to feel better, okay? I’ll figure something out, don’t worry!” She sighs after she hangs up, rubbing her forehead exasperatedly. As if she senses my eyes on her, she turns to look at me. “Hi! Mr. Mulder right? Um… I’m in a bit of a situation here and I was wondering if you could help me out… please?” I’d give her the moon in a basket with a bow on it, if she asked – hell, I’d give her the whole damn milky way! Stars, planets andworm holes! But she doesn’t know that.

I see the hand with her phone in it shake slightly and her intake of breath is just a bit louder than normal when I step up to her. Could it be because of me? No, don’t flatter yourself. Maybe? No. Shit, you still haven’t answered her question.

“Yeah sure, what can I do?” Relief washes over her face.

“I asked a parent to help out this morning with our reading-centers but her kid is sick with the flu, so she won’t be able to make it. Do you think you have time to help? It’ll only take an hour, 90 minutes tops, I promise!” If she had been nervous before, it had quickly dissipated, her professional side taking over.

“Of course I can, I still owe you for being the knightess in shining armor for Felix last week, remember?” At that, her lips curve into a smile. ‘Yes! Took you long enough.’

“You’re absolutely right, I almost forgot my selfless good deed as Knightess of the Injured Children. Remind me to let you fill out an IOU next time! Come on in.” You both chuckle while she walks into the classroom in front of me and my hand itches to land on the small of her back to guide her inside. ‘Don’t touch her, don’t touch her, donttouchherdonttouchherdonttouchher! Send help.’

24 curious pairs of eyes stare at me when I’m inside and Miss Scully is bombarded with questions about who I am and what I’m doing here. She just shakes her head and points me to a small table in a corner with two chairs, instructing me to sit in one while the kids come to me one after another to read to me. I’m immensely relieved I don’t have to stand up in front of the classroom and actually teachthem stuff, because that would scare me shitless.

I look down at my hands as she moves to stand in front of the classroom because I don’t trust myself not to stare at her ass in that black pencil skirt. Also, and more importantly, I don’t trust the kids not to notice and ask her why that strange man is staring at it. And I’m sure they will. Notice. And ask. So until she’s in front, I stare intently at my hands. Then I look around at the kids.

I notice that most of them quiet down when their teacher takes her stance in front of them, safe for a boy in the back (it’s always the ones in the back), who’s still talking to his neighbor. I expect her to call him out on his behavior, maybe to raise her voice just a little and I feel a bit sorry for him already. Teachers in my school always raised their voice at the smallest misbehavior.

Instead, I find her just looking straight at him with a calm look on her face. Huh? Then I notice subtle changes in her body language. First, she shifts her weight onto one leg, her eyes never leaving the talkative boy. Then, she purses her lips ever so slightly. Some of the other kids are starting to catch on, turning their attention to the boy.

Next, her eyebrow goes up, just one, and I find myself hoping that I’ll never be on the receiving end of that look.

I send a silent prayer to the God I don’t believe in to make the kid shut up already.

When he still doesn’t and all the other kids are looking at him, she crosses her arms in front of her chest. Finally, the boy he’s talking to catches on as well and puts a finger to his mouth, pointing to the front of the classroom. The culprit looks in the direction in which his neighbor points and immediately shuts up.

‘Okay, here it comes. Oh no. Bet you’ll wish you would’ve been quiet right away, now buddy.’

“Thank you, Charlie. Alright, now that we’re all ready to get started, good morning kids!” ‘What? That’s it?’

“Good morning, Miss Scully!,” they reply in unison. I’m just sitting here like an idiot, awestruck. How in the world did this work? What a magic trick!

“Alright, as you’ve all noticed, we have a guest here today. This is Mr. Mulder and you’ll get to read to him when we’re doing reading centers this morning.” I feel a little uncomfortable under the stares of the children, but they all greet me with a smattering of Hi’s and Hello, Mr.Mulder. “Who can tell me what our expectations are when we have guests in our classroom?” A little girl raises her hand.

“Respect and best behavior. Oh and no running in the classroom” Miss Scully nods and proceeds to giving them instructions on the other centers. Soon, she sends a girl to my desk and the lesson is on its way.

While I listen to the fourth graders read, I see her walking around the classroom in my peripheral vision, helping out kids whenever they need her assistance and I’m reminded again how different it is to my own days in school.

After the lesson, the kids return to their desks and eat their snacks and I make my way over to Miss Scully’s desk. She stands and smiles at me gratefully – Yes! “Thank you so much, Mr. Mulder, you’ve been a great help and the kids loved you!” ‘Can YOU love me? Please?’

“Aah it was fun, no problem. That was awesome, by the way, the thing you did before the lesson? How did you do that? When I was in school and behaved this way, I really had it coming!”

She just smiles enigmatically and shrugs her shoulders. “A magician never reveals his tricks, Mr. Mulder. But I can tell you a secret: Yelling at kids to get them to listen is a rookie mistake. Don’t tell the Magician’s Guild I said that, though.” I laugh and shake her hand goodbye, kind of disappointed that I have to get going.

“Well, as a fellow magician I can appreciate that. Goodbye, Miss Scully.”

“Bye Mr. Mulder. Kids?”

I walk out the door to their Goodbyes and smile to myself. Off to a good start.

[jangmi-latte]

Hiiiii may i order a Leona Oneshot please? Where NRC holds a party, a ball perhaps, and the s/o is ready and all but her insecurity gets the best of her and instead of going straight to the party, she wanders around school grounds,,crying and leona comes around looking for her? THANK YOUUU

❞ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ❝

➻ content: a jar of flowers and an expensive gown

➻ warnings: none

➻ comments: ballroom...leona...comfort...anonie...pardon me but..i got carried away and wrote this in first pov. hope you don’t mind! and if any of you are familiar with the setting of the story, my my, cogratulations ;)

I could hear the music playing in the distance. It’s so calming, yet I knew inside that room probably holds one of the best parties NRC has ever thrown. Probably not formality wise, but maybe because it’s open for guests outside of the school. There are celebrities, some friends fellow classmates invited, and beautiful people walking around the grounds.

Everyone is so...breathtaking. 

The way they casually held their head up high, the smile they effortlessly show their smiles and still look beautiful. Am I jealous? No... Maybe?

I looked in front of the mirror. There stood just a casual looking girl. This gorgeous gown is best off wrapped around someone else’s body. Not mine. Y/n, stop it. You were invited to this ball for a reason...

What reason exactly...?

I sighed. My hand grazed on the mirror gently, like it would break just by a simple touch. To think the prince of the Afterglow Savannah would bring me here when he doesn’t like gatherings himself. Why? I just want answers. It’s already 6 in the evening and I haven’t left my room. “Y/n?” 

I looked over at the door. There stood Ruggie who looked at me in surprise. That’s right, I’m still in one of Savanclaw’s guest rooms. “The party’s already started. Let’s go. Don’t wanna let you get lost, now would we?” He gave one of his signature chuckles while I just smiled.

“I’m coming.”

The walk to the venue was...long to say the least. The sun was starting to set. The sky was painted in deep colours of violet, magenta, and blue. The sun being a small ball of yellow and red as it slowly slept for the night. Staying out here is much better, yes? I looked back in front of me, Ruggie’s already holding the door open to the room. Inside, I could see, was the men and women that joyfully danced around. Chattering and dancing with each other. 

I barely know anyone in here. I can see Vil Schoenheit being surrounded by people, probably wanting a photograph or anything. I see Sir Draconia by the corner of the room talking to a shorter man that I can’t make out who. Doesn’t he enjoy the party, perhaps? 

“Are you coming?” I blinked and looked back at Ruggie. I can’t. I really can’t be in a room full of these mind-blowing, drop-dead gorgeous and possibly rich people. I cleared my throat and smiled at Ruggie. “I-It’s okay, Ruggie. You can go on without me.” I rubbed my hands together and looked around. Where can I go besides here? “I’ll come inside later. I think I forgot something in the room,” I lied.

Ruggie arched an eyebrow, looked inside, and back at me. “Okay then. But if you got lost just call me or Leona.” I always expected him to keep a lookout for me. Probably Leona’s orders. I nodded as I watched him head inside. I haven’t seen Leona ever since I arrived at this college. Of course, he must be inside that event having to talk to pretty women.

My legs brought me anywhere far from that place. I can’t see myself standing near any of those people. Let alone walk on the same ground and breathe the same air as them. I’m merely a commoner, not that beautiful, and just someone. At least, I am someone. I was about to head inside this botanical garden when I heard a giggle of another girl inside. Yikes, this place is taken. I turned somewhere else and once I was quite far from the garden, I saw Sir Draconia with that small man heading to the garden. 

How lucky that girl is to have the Malleus Draconia talk to her. Couldn’t be me. Why am I assuming things?

I shook my head and wandered elsewhere. I don’t know where I am anymore. I could still hear the orchestra from the event but I was in front of the woods now. I think I’m lost. How stupid of me.

I took a deep breath and just sat on a log that was near a small pond. This gown has been a waste now. Why am I wearing it? Who am I to wear it? Why, I just wasted the makeup and an expensive gown. Cruel of me. I’m sorry. I removed the pins and ties that was holding my hair up. I want this night to be over. The moon is now shining brightly above me as I looked down at the reflection of myself on the pond. 

Is this face supposed to be in a crowd of beautiful people? Disgrace. I know I’m not pretty. I’m not worth admiring. Yet why am I here? The pond rippled under me. Was it going to rain?

Oh wait, that’s just me.

My hand went up to touch my cheek as I sniffled. Pathetic little girl, are you? No one can see me, good. Let this place be a secret where a stupid girl cried all alone. Why? Because she’s ugly. That’s the truth.

“I don’t like the fact you made me walk around the school just to look for you.”

I snapped my head over to look at whoever talked behind me. To my surprise, there, I see the second prince of the Afterglow Savannah looking at me. The moon illuminated his features beautifully. The suit he’s wearing isn’t exactly as prim as it should be. Three unbuttoned top buttons, the black blazer he wore doesn’t look ironed to me, his hair tied into a side ponytail and a hand in his pocket. Handsome, yes. 

I looked away and wiped my tears. Damn it, y/n. Do you know how miserable you look in front of a prince? “Glad to see you’re not inside that stupid party. Spared me the noise,” he continued as I heard him coming closer to me. I kept my head down, keeping my sniffles low as I wondered. Did he really make an effort to look for me?

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sounding unintentionally shaky as I feel the tears starting to prick  my eyes again. It was quiet. I never looked up from gazing on my lap. It feels wrong having to look at Leona when I look this pathetic. I heard him ‘tsk’ before I sensed his presence in front of me. 

His fingers went under my chin, pushing it upwards so I would face him. Ugh, the embarrassment. My nose and eyes are probably red by now. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. I couldn’t accept the fact that I feel so... I don’t know...

“Why are you crying? You look miserable,” he remarked.

“I know...” I mumbled. I can’t look at his face. My eyes are closed and yet I could feel his gaze at me. 

“Damn, you’re a pain in the neck,” he grumbled and flicked my forehead making me wince. Not really painful, just made me rub my forehead as I looked at him with scrunched eyebrows. He was just looking at me as if not knowing what to do. 

“Why aren’t you at the party?” I sparked a conversation, still wanting answers unto why he’s here in front of me instead of being with the others. I know he hates gathering but he could’ve just went back to the dorm. “It’s unsightly if I let a guest I invited be left alone. Didn’t you think of that, herbivore?” he commented.

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“You didn’t ask anything...” I trailed off as he rolled his eyes and sat on the log next to me. “Why were you crying out here all alone?” he grumbled and crossed his arms, laying his back on the tree behind us with his arms crossed. “Nothing...” I mumbled.

“I’m being serious here.” His sharp emerald eyes glared at me. I know he’s trying to help without having to look like a big softy. I’m glad to have him around, however, I can’t help but just be bothered by these thoughts that kept swallowing me whole. I ended up not speaking as I looked back down.

“Y/n.”

I hummed, still not looking at him. How do I exactly respond to that? Blurting out and just saying I’m insecure is awkward, isn’t it? I rubbed my hands together, letting my fingers intertwined with each other as I felt the atmosphere frow intense. He must be asleep now. 

How wrong was I when I looked over at him. Please don’t just stare at me and say something, Leona. “What...?” I stuttered out. He gave me no response. I hate this atmosphere. I pushed on his shoulder, making him yelp in surprise before I scooted over to the edge of the log and turned my back against him.

“You blasted herbivore,” he huffed as I looked over my shoulder. He’s not mad at all. I’ve known this bastard for years. “You suck at comforting!” I said and glared at him. He rolled his eyes and stretched his legs, commenting, “I’m not here to comfort you, idiot.”

“Then why are you here?”

“To get away from the party.”

“Then go back to your dorm.”

“It’s boring.”

“You just it’s unsightly for you to leave me alone.”

“Are you always this talkative?”

Damn you, Leona Kingscholar! I exhaled through my nose and stood up from the log. Fine then. I’m leaving your ass out here. I marched around him, making sure my gown hits his face before I felt his hand grip my arm and pull me down. The hell does he want now?!

“You were just crying minutes ago. Why are you smiling now?” he smirked. I folded my lips after realizing and feeling the edge of my lips stretch out. Y/n, what’s wrong with you? 

“Either way. You’re not leaving me here. You only get to leave after I’ve taken my nap.” He yawned while I frowned. 

“I’m not gonna sit here and let you sleep.”

“Then tell me why you were crying.”

“Because I didn’t feel pretty, dumbass,” I blurted out and sucked my lower lip. His beautiful green eyes somehow softened, or am I hallucinating? If this is the only way I could open up about myself, then so be it. Not like he would even care right? At least I have him to be with me.

“And who told you that?” he grumbled, his arm just laying limp around my waist while he laid his head back on the tree. “Me.”

“That’s just your opinion.”

“Better start judging myself rather than have other people whisper about me...” I sighed. I really am talkative.

“Have other people even seen you? No. I don’t think so. You didn’t even go inside. How can you guarantee they would call you ugly?” 

“Because I am. All of them are pretty. Men and women alike.”

“Pretty on the outside, a bastard on the inside,” Leona remarked and closed his eyes. “If only you...” he yawned and continued, “...heard how chatty they are. All they care about are gossips.”

“Oh?” My eyebrows raised in surprise. 

“Do you think I would come to you if you’re the same? No. Now shut up and let me sleep.” he grumbled as I laid my back on his chest. His words processed deeply in my mind. Sure it wasn’t direct. He might’ve had a different meaning to what he was saying. Leona Kingscholar isn’t one to comfort you after all, but he could give one of the greatest words your mind can process.

He came to me instead of staying in that party. He looked for me. He didn’t let me leave. Kingscholar, you surely are something else. This time, I didn’t stop the smile to stretch on my lips as I looked up at the slumbering lion. You truly are something else. I’m glad to have you by my side.

I guess this night isn’t a waste after all. I stretched my neck and looked back at the pound. There, in my reflection, is a woman who may not see herself as beautiful. But is still reminded as beautiful in the inside. It’s not the looks, it’s the personality, y/n.

Remember that.

[asmo-ds]

(1) i tried to think of a belphie one so here it is, sorry if it kinda bad👉🏻👈🏻 mc has been begging belphie to go to the human realm for xmas tgt but he isn't very sure about it since he did try to kill mc. since mc knows how much he used to love the human realm and humans he probably also loved xmas, they thought he would be excited to go.

How to Love Christmas Again

Belphegor x gn!MC

Word Count: 4295

Genre: Fluff

Summary: As the holiday season rolls around, MC requests to go back home and spend Christmas at their apartment in the human world. Diavolo agrees on the condition they bring a brother to protect them since they have pact marks yet no knowledge of how to use them. Who better to bring then their sleepy boyfriend, Belphegor, even if it means they have to avoid all other humans the whole week!

“Oh right, I almost forgot that was today,” A young Belphegor reaches under his bed to pull out the gift boxes Lucifer had helped him wrap for his twin and the young girl. Beel runs to his own bed bringing out his own gifts for his siblings.

“Did you wrap these yourself, Lilith?” Beel giggles as he observes the horror show of wrapping paper around his gift from her.

“Did you wrap these yourself, Lilith?” Beel giggles as he observes the horror show of wrapping paper around his gift from her.

“Did you wrap these yourself, Lilith?” Beel giggles as he observes the horror show of wrapping paper around his gift from her.

“Did you wrap these yourself, Lilith?” Beel giggles as he observes the horror show of wrapping paper around his gift from her.

“Well… I tried to but had trouble, so I asked Mammon and Leviathan for help - but then Leviathan got wrapped up in tape and it just turned into a mess,” she giggles with a blinding smile. “Anyways open your gifts!”

Belphegor watches as Beel unwraps the gift from their baby sister, revealing a box of freshly baked cookies she had made that morning. Beelzebub gave her a hug thanking her before he moved to watch Belphegor open his gift from Lilith.

He unwrapped the gift and saw a soft pillow covered in the pattern sported by cows. He smiles wide and wraps his arms around her in a tight embrace. 

“I sewed it myself, I hope it is soft enough,” she smiles at him. 

After they opened their gifts from Beel, a new blanket for Belphegor, and a new dress for Lilith, they moved on to Belphegor’s gifts.

“Don’t call me cheesy, okay?” He blushes as they pull out the shiny golden necklaces. Beelzebub held a necklace with a charm shaped like a sun and Lilith’s sporting a star. Belphie reached down his shirt and pulled out the necklace he had gotten for himself, a moon-shaped charm resting on the chain. 

“Belphie these are beautiful!” Lilith exclaims as Belphegor puts it around her neck.

“Think of these as a promise. A promise that we’ll always protect each other.”

The three sat in the circle agreeing and swearing to protect each other no matter the cost.

The Celestial war was the last time he saw those stars. He watched as the necklace flew off of her chest, blood splatter landing on it as the arrow penetrated her wing. He watched as the chain snapped from the force of Lilith’s body flying backward. He watched as he broke his promise to protect her-

-

Belphie sat straight up, breathing heavily as he woke up from the flashback. He stared straight ahead as he tried to refocus his breathing. Despite the darkness of the attic - he could see the outline of a person next to him. He glanced down at MC as he turned on a lamp. He grabbed their face and checked their pulse, letting out a sigh of relief as they stirred, blinking away the sleep from their tired eyes. 

“Belphie? You ok?” MC reaches up to wipe a tear he hadn’t even realized fell from his violet eyes.

He couldn’t respond, his mouth open as nothing but a choked sob came out. MC sat up and pulled him against their chest, rubbing his back soothingly.

“Another nightmare?” they ask, receiving a shaky nod in return. Belphegor looks at the digital clock that rested beside his bed and reads the numbers.

It was 2:03 AM on December 20th.

-

The next morning, MC and Belphie arrived at breakfast. “MC, the human world holiday season has arrived, Diavolo wants you to be prepared to talk to him this morning about how we can incorporate these human world festivities into our home to make you more comfortable during your stay,” Lucifer announces as MC helps him clean the dishes. 

“Actually… I was wondering if perhaps I could go home. Just for a week or so to see family and be in my own home. Christmas is special for me and I don’t really want to spend it in Hell.” 

Lucifer looks surprised at their request and opens his mouth, most likely to protest the idea saying it would be a hazard to send MC out to the human world, but he is interrupted by another voice, one belonging to the demon prince himself.

“Of course you can go home for the holidays! Though it may be riskier for you seeing as you now have pacts with all seven demon brothers yet have no idea how to use them. So I will allow you to go home but you will have to take a brother with you,” Diavolo states, causing Lucifer to turn around in surprise.

“I will go with them Diavolo I am the only one who can be trusted-”

“No Lucifer, this is a special holiday and I want you to allow MC to choose for themselves for once.”

MC’s mind immediately goes to Belphie. They thank Diavolo with a big hug due to their excitement and run up towards the attic in search of their sleepy boyfriend. 

“Belphie! Belphie!” They jump on the pile of blankets that hid his body beneath them.

“What?” He groans.

“Diavolo said I could go home for a week to celebrate Christmas!” They exclaim and he gives them a half-assed smile.

“Cool. Have fun,” He turns over intending to go back to sleep and not wake up until after the season has passed.

“He said I have to take a brother with me though, so I figured, you used to love the human world so why don’t you join me?” They smile sweetly at him.

He tenses and looks at the ground, avoiding their pleading eyes. “I can’t.”

“But why?!” They whine.

“Because… because I don’t want anybody to get hurt.” He turns to look at MC and they see the fear in his eyes, “what if I get angry again? What if I kill an innocent human while we’re there. MC I can’t go, I don’t want to hurt anybody-”

“Well then we’ll just have to stay inside, no big deal,” they shrug as if they hadn’t a care in the world. “I’ll go food shopping the first day so that we can eat, then we’ll hide out in my apartment all week watching Christmas movies and drinking hot cocoa and all that jazz.”

Belphegor looks at them with hope in his eyes as he contemplates whether or not to join them on their journey. 

“You pinky promise we won’t leave the apartment?” He looks at them with a very serious look, and they lean forward, lightly bonking their forehead against his. 

“I swear on my soul.” They state before leaning their head down to kiss him softly.

-

As they prepared to depart for their trip, Lucifer would not stop nagging Belphegor like a mom sending their kid off to summer camp.

“Don’t talk to any humans you don’t know, do you have mittens?! You can’t go without mittens, Belphegor, demons aren’t built for the cold you have to bundle up or else you’ll-” he is interrupted by Belphegor loudly saying his goodbye as he and MC stepped through the portal, landing in front of the apartment building where MC resided. The portal closed behind them and MC grabbed his hand, leading him into their apartment carrying his luggage.

“MC! Long time no see!” the security guard at the front desk smiles widely at them, “you on break from your exchange program in Sweden- or wherever it was you went- for the holidays?” He stands up and walks around the desk to talk more casually to the human.

“George! Yes I’m back, and this is my boyfriend, Belphie, I met him in the exchange program,” MC wraps themselves around Belphegor’s arm as he looks down shyly, afraid to look at any human other than MC.

“Nice to meet ya, Belphie. I’m George, you’ll probably see me a lot since I'm the head of security in this building,” the man reaches his hand out to shake Belphegor’s. Belphie nervously looks at MC who takes the hint and pipes up.

“Sorry about him! He’s Swedish, so he doesn’t really understand, plus he’s a germaphobe so he doesn’t shake hands,” they smile apologetically at the security guard who lowers his hand and gives a nod. 

“Tell him I said to enjoy his stay,” George says before walking off.

“Hey Belphie, George says to-”

“Yea I heard him, stupid,” he pokes MC’s cheek before they lead him to the elevator.

As MC reaches their front door and turns the keys they can see Belphie fidget, clearly nervous that they have yet to enter the privacy of MC’s home. 

MC uses one hand to push the door open and the other to rub their thumb soothingly over the demon’s knuckles. As soon as they shut the door it feels as if a thousand pounds had been lifted from his shoulders and he lets out a sigh.

“Ok, now that we’re here… do you want a tour?” MC chuckles, grabbing their boyfriend’s hand once more, leading him through the apartment and announcing the rooms as if they were a safari guide.

“Over here you see the bedroom. The natural habitat of an MC. The MC sleeps in this room and nearly never leaves it. This room is where things such as the mating season take place,” MC wiggles their eyebrows suggestively before giving an exaggerated wink, causing Belphegor to snort from how hard he was laughing.

“Your home is very cute, MC,” he compliments.

After picking up their room a bit and placing Belphie’s luggage in the bedroom, MC decides to set up their bed as a nest for them to cuddle in. Belphie and MC lay in the makeshift nest watching horribly hallmark Christmas movies and making fun of their plots before they eventually fall asleep, ending their first day in the human realm.

-

“Hey, be careful you three!” The white haired angel yells at three teens who run through a town decorated for Christmas.

“Woah! Belphie look!” Lilith grabs his shoulder and they look over to see a giant tree, all lit up (i know light bulbs probably didn’t exist in the era before Lilith died BUT we’re gonna pretend it do :D ) and covered in ornaments. 

“Oh, I think they’re gonna put the star on top now,” he, Lilith and Beel all push their way to the front of the crowd, ignoring Mammon calling for them to stay close to him.

“It’s so pretty!” Belphie looks at the young woman and his twin, smiling softly as they stare in awe at the shimmer lights as snow falls all around them in small soft flakes they melt on their skin. 

“I wish Lucifer, Asmo, and Leviathan weren’t so busy today-” Lilith frowns. “I know they really just didn’t want to come stand in the cold but… I really think if we could’ve convinced them to come they would have loved this.” Lilith smiles gently and looks back up at the twinkling lights of the star atop the giant pine tree before them, “I hope one day we can all see these lights together.”

“I doubt you’ll be able to get those guys down ‘ere, but ya guys got me!” Mammon catches up to them and smiles.

“Hey Mammon! Can we take a tree from the human world and decorate it at home?!” Lilith asks with a wide smile.

“Well it's a bit late this year, but next Christmas I pinky promise,” He raised his pinky towards her and they locked pinkies, bringing smiles to their faces.

But next Christmas never arrived for Lilith. It was on this trip that she met the human man who she fell for. It was mere months later that he fell ill and they were all cast down from the heavens. Bringing the death of Lilith and the birth of Satan.

-

Belphie slowly blinked as he winced away from the bright sunlight he wasn’t used to. He raised his nose to the air and smelled something good, so he stood and followed the scent to the kitchen. There he found MC in their pajamas, holding a pan with eggs over a plate that already had bacon and toast on it.

“Belphie!” They place down the pan and run to him, jumping onto him as he catches their thighs, wrapping themself around him as he holds them up, tightly embracing their small form and swinging back and forth playfully.

“Someone seems hyper this morning,” he lets go of MC and they climb down with a laugh.

 “I know you were nervous about coming here so I wanted to thank you for joining me with breakfast in bed… so go back to bed and let me surprise you!” Belphie rolls his eyes and climbs back into the bed, moments later MC enters holding the plate he had previously seen them preparing. “Tada! A traditional human world breakfast!”

They eat their breakfast and watch the news, Belphie accidentally laughing at some tragic events due to his demonic nature.

They spend some time decorating with some supplies MC had hidden away in the deepest depths of their closet. They hang a wreath on the inside of the front door and MC pulls out a fake mistletoe, hanging it on a ceiling lamp Belphie was underneath as he strung some lights around the room.

“What’s that thing?” He tilts his head upwards to look at it more closely.

“It’s a human world tradition, wanna try it out?” MC asks innocently.

“Sure why not, what do I have to do-” he’s interrupted by MC pulling his face down to his for a sweet kiss.

“It’s mistletoe, if you and someone else stand under it you have to kiss!” Belphie smiles and gives them one more kiss before looking back down into the box of decorations and spotting a star.

“Oh, this goes on top of the tree, right?” he asks and MC gives a small smile. 

“Yea but I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get a tree up here by myself, so we might have to skip that part-”

“We have to have a tree! That's the best part!” Belphie suddenly bursts out, immediately blushing embarrassed by his sudden enthusiasm. “Lilith used to love the trees.”

“Oh, then I’m sure we can find a way!” MC suddenly whips out their D.D.D, pressing a few buttons before raising it to their ear. “Hey Diavolo! I need a favor-”

-

“Here you two are, have fun decorating,” Diavolo says as they finish screwing a tree he and Lucifer had hauled up to MC’s apartment.

“Honestly, I don’t think you should have called us for this,” Lucifer shakes his head with annoyance.

“Yea you shouldn’t have come to the human world for a Christmas tree, you never could do it for Lilith when she begged-” Belphie scoffs, making Lucifer shoot a glare his way.

“Lucifer and Belphie please behave yourselves, you are representing the Devildom here in MC’s apartment,” Diavolo places a hand on Lucifer’s shoulder.

(from here to the dash mark is a tiny itty bitty bit of Dialuci fluff as a small little bonus)

The three men suddenly hear some snickering as MC looks above Diavolo and Lucifer, causing everyone else to look up in return. They all looked up at the mistletoe that hung above them and MC and Belphie looked at each other with mischief in their eyes.

“Oh yea, Lord Diavolo MC taught me a fun human world tradition, would you two like to give it a try,” Belphie gives an evil smirk.

“Of course, Lucifer you join too!”

As Belphegor explained the tradition Lucifer grew extremely flustered and tried to argue his way out of it, losing in the end as the demon prince was too enthusiastic to participate in human culture and kissed him on the lips with little to no hesitation.

The men left, one beaming with excitement and the other sulking but blushing.

-

MC wrapped the lights around the tree, occasionally tripping over the long tangled wire. Belphie grabbed some tinsel, tossing it around the tree as MC finished the lights.

MC pulled out the normal ornaments first, handing some to Belphie to hang alongside them.

Then they got to the ones with meaning behind them.

“Baby’s first Christmas?” Belphie reads off the ornament shaped like a cradle.

“Oh yea, that’s from my first Christmas! It has my birthstone in there as well, see!”

As they dig through the ornaments and MC tells stories behind them all he can’t help but smile as he gets to know his lover deeper than he had before.

After hours of this, they finish and star at the star that had yet to be placed on top of the tree.

“Do you want put it on, Belphie?” MC smiles up at him.

“Me? Are you sure?”

“Of course this is your first time decorating for Christmas you said so you should get the full experience!” MC hands him the star and he looks at it, a bit nervous before feeling MC’s lips on his cheek, a silent cheer of encouragement.

He climbs the step ladder MC had placed next to the tree and places the star on, plugging it into the wall as it lit up with white lights.

MC runs to turn off the lights so they can see the Christmas light better and Belphie takes a step back, a big smile on his normally sleepy face.

They stand and stare at the tree happily for a few moments before MC excuses themselves to go make dinner. Belphie lays down on the bed and decides to take a power nap while MC cooks. 

-

“Ah, I’m so sorry sir!” Lilith exclaimed as she accidentally bumped into the shoulder of a young man. 

“No worries, having a lady as breath-taking as yourself bump into me must be my Christmas gift,” the man compliments the Angel before introducing himself.

“Lilith!” Belphegor calls after having searched for them for half an hour, he finally spotted them blushing as they chatted with a human man. Her three brothers watched from afar to ensure her safety, but allowed them to hang out together for a few more minutes.

“Lilith, we need to head back home now,” Mammon interrupted the pair, bringing a frown to his baby sister’s face. He walks away to let them say their goodbyes.

“Oh, uh, sir, I would love to see you again sometime, could we perhaps meet here in the center of town in three days time?” She asks with hope in her eyes and rosy cheeks. 

“Of course, I will wait here for you to return.” Belphie overheard their goodbyes and got slight chills, happy that his sister seemed excited, but fearful because he knew that love between Angel and human was something not taken lightly.

When they got home, Belphegor and Beelzebub sat and listened to their sister speak of the man and how they were going to return and see him soon. So every three days, the four of them travelled down to the human world, creating a new tradition. One day Lilith started going by herself, more frequently and sometimes spending days in the human world, staying with her new lover.

Belphegor was so happy to see his sister happy and he thanked Christmas for existing as he knew that if it didn’t she would never have met the person who gave her so much life. But now he couldn’t help but curse the wretched holiday as it caused her to meet the person she would give her life trying to heal.

-

Belphegor woke up the next morning with MC still in bed, sleeping next to him.

He smiled down at the human and thought to himself how hypocritical he was. He had been so mad at Lilith’s lover for her death and claimed loving humans if you were not human was wrong, but here he was staring with pure adoration at a human he was proud to call his.

MC stirred and looked up into sleepy violet eyes before slightly sitting up for a kiss.

They both got ready for the day, brushing their teeth, changing into new clothes and eventually arriving in the kitchen for breakfast.

“Ok, funny story,” MC laughs nervously as they open the cabinets, meeting nothing but air, “we are out of food and I’m going to have to go shopping. So you can either stay here alone or join me. It’s completely up to you.”

Belphegor weighs his options before a small voice in the back of his head tells him to join his significant other in public and protect them from witches or other supernatural creatures that may see the pact marks that adorned their skin.

They unplug the tree to avoid a fire and bundle up to avoid hypothermia. 

MC holds his hand the whole way, soothing any nerves he had. They tried to crack some jokes to make him feel less awkward but they eventually stopped as it didn’t seem to help him. 

As they shopped Belphie’s vice grip on MC’s hand loosened to a casual hold instead of a fearful one. 

“This is actually… kind of nice,” he mumbled as he looked around at the humans shopping, some kids horsing around as their mother tried to reign them in, an old couple slowly making their way down the aisle, a father trying to make his infant laugh at his funny faces.

“See, I told you it wouldn’t be so bad,” MC smiles at him sweetly.

They finished up their shopping and paid for their groceries before leaving. On the way home Belphegor made MC stop so they could look at a snow covered park where parents sat and watched their children and he saw some dogs run after frisbees and snowballs their owners had thrown.

The whole way home Belphie couldn’t stop smiling as he watched humans enjoy their lives despite theirs being so short compared to his own.

Then he saw a young lady bump into a man, apologizing before they struck up a conversation. He saw Lilith and her lover for half a second before blinking and seeing the strangers once more. 

When they arrived home and got settled in, putting away the groceries and getting back into their PJs, they sat in front of the TV, watching some show MC wanted to catch up on while they were home where it aired.

A commercial came on that Belphie had seen the night before. It was a Christmas movie that was apparently a “remake” of a story about some green man in the mountains stealing a holiday. He saw on the screen it was apparently ‘in theaters now’, so he turned to the human beside him.

“Hey MC… do you think maybe we could go see that tonight?” he smiled shyly and MC sat up and gave him a soft kiss.

“Of course! I’m glad to see you finally feel good about going outside.”

“I mean… movie theaters are just dark rooms you sit in watching a giant screen for a bit,” he shrugs, clearly still a bit nervous about being around other humans.

“Ok, it is still a start though!” MC hugs him before going onto their phone and looking for movie times.

-

At the end of the movie MC and Belphie walked out hand in hand, him acting much more natural than when they had first arrived.

They returned to the apartment building and were once again greeted by the security guard, George. 

“MC! MC’s boyfriend! Have a nice date?” he smiles at the pair.

“Yes! We saw a movie!” Belphie tries to put on his best Swedish accent and watches as the security guard looks surprised. 

“Very nice!” George smiles at him, talking very slowly to ensure Belphie could understand him.

Belphie continued to communicate in short and simple sentences in his god awful attempt at an accent. After they left the lobby, MC and Belphie broke into laughter.

“That was awful” MC laughs out, clutching their stomach.

“I only knew how the accent sounded from that show you were watching last night,” he responds, also laughing very hard.

The rest of the night, Belphie and MC make plans for the remainder of their time in the human world. 

The next day they went Ice Skating, Belphie falling over a lot before finally getting the hang of it. Though, by the time he got it, he was exhausted and falling asleep on the ice. MC had to hurry home so he didn’t knock out on the sidewalk.

The day after that was Christmas, and Belphie was grateful he hadn’t had any dreams to upset him the past few days.

He had bought MC a gift before they left the Devildom and MC had left to go get him one yesterday when he fell asleep. They both handed each other gifts and unwrapped them at the same time.

“A blanket that matches my pillow!” Belphie exclaims with a big smile, holding the cow print cloth up to get a better view of it. He wraps it around himself as MC finishes getting the wrapping off of his gift to them.

“Oh wow… Belphie this is beautiful,” they lift the necklace up and place the star shaped charm in their palm.

“I had it custom made,” he pulls his own necklace out from under his shirt, “Beel has one too, the third one, that is shaped like stars too, is on Lilith’s tomb under the house. You came and changed me, MC. I want you to know I don’t see you as Lilith, but you are still a piece of my family, and I promise to protect you forever.”

Belphie was certain he would never see the blood on those stars again, he would protect MC with his life and never let them get hurt by anyone or anything.

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[whenever you’re ready | 10:34PM]

they say the first time you lay eyes on your soulmate, your heart would stop for the briefest moment, eyes dilating, chills zapping through your entire body - as should theirs, a biological response to hold. to touch.

but jeon jungkook’s first words to you are what made you not want to devote the rest of your life to him.

“do you know who i am?” it doesn’t come from a place of malice - you know it doesn’t - because how else the prettiest deep brown eyes and pinkest lips with bunny teeth peeking underneath his half-agape, shock-ridden mouth, could be anything but the definition of hopeless romantic, old sap, soul searcher.

you happen to walk past him - a complete stranger - with a skip in your step as you wave at your friends. the spark was fleeting but it’d struck you right in your heart and settle like fine dust all over the surface of your existence -

and that’s just the thing, he barely even knows you besides what he sees and he’s willing to wait for you as you chatted away with your old time friends. until the cafe almost closes. and until you’ve hugged nayeon and dahyun goodbye with promises to keep in touch and “invite me to your wedding!”

“i do,” is all you offer and it’s all that it takes for this attractive stranger’s eyebrows to rise higher than the clouds - as though physically anticipating something.

with a shrug, you figure you should offer him more than a two-worded answer, “i just don’t care.”

“e-excuse me?” and that’s when that sparkle of hope in his eyes dwindles into confusion and then half-hearted anger - he looks the kind that couldn’t really be mad at his significant other.

“you are,” with that, you walk past him for the second time of the night - only to have nimble fingers wrap around your wrist. perhaps in an attempt to stop you. perhaps because it was the fear of waking up for the rest of his life surrounded by petals instead of the flower of his heart - that induced him to momentarily abandon his reservations.

the current flows through your streams like a thousand prickles of needles that don’t quite break through your skin -

jungkook withdraws his hand as though the touch burned him, “i- uh - sorry.”

he drops his head with a scuff of his foot against the ground and the same hand that wrapped around your wrist a second ago, ruffling his tresses - in the dark, it looked black but you soon learn it’s a darker shade of brown than his eyes.

“look,” you finally say, a sigh leaving your lips from the forthcoming switches in your life at what you’re about to say and do, “it’s not like i don’t feel what you’re feeling - i do and maybe that’s why you’re looking exceptionally attractive right now but that’s also why i can’t do this.”

perhaps it’s the flash of hurt in those eyes that dims even the anger in them. perhaps it’s the way he looks like a kicked puppy - but you still pull out your phone, unlock it and opened the keypads.

“i have to catch the last train but i’ll call you tomorrow,” he stares at the screen for the longest moment, as though seeing his future flash in front of his eyes when and if he lets you walk away after he punches his number into your phone. after what you just told him - well, he’s going to have to take your words for it, “i promise.”

x

they say you should take three days (four days would make them lose interest. two days would be too soon) to text a potential love interest that you’ve met and hit it off for whatever reason, be it because you found out you like the same book, or you frequent the same cafe because of it’s the only one that has almond milk or you both share a similar line of work - but never because you found your soulmate and chose to get home before your bedtime.

but just like how the generic standard of texting someone does not apply to soulmates - jeon jungkook texts you back within less than a minute.

you apologize for the belated text

you: hey

you: this is ___

you: sorry i forgot to text the day after we met

you: my supervisor was breathing down my neck 

you: because one of our team members screwed up her part

you: i just came back from the wrap up dinner with everyone

you: 😣

the emoji was every bit awkward and misplaced - on your part, at least. because the moment you renounce your livelihood with your soulmate, you at least have a sense of self-awareness that you don’t deserve to act familiar.

jeon jungkook: hey!

jeon jungkook: congrats on finishing the project 🤩🤗

jeon jungkook: if i was close by i’d buy u a meal as celebration but i don’t even know where u live

jeon jungkook: not tht ur obligated to tell me!!!

jeon jungkook: please don’t think i’m pushing you that wasn’t my intention

it’s the full sentence in his last text that sounds every bit like the man who waited for you to say goodbye to your friends and hesitantly approach you with an awkward smile and a more awkward wave of hand ‘hey’ before you acted like you didn’t know him and walked straight past him as if he was air.

x

it’s on the second week that you make arrangements to meet up at the cafe. because after two straight weeks of asking the other how their day went to complaining about the up tight kim naeun who keeps piling work on your desk before you even get at least two done - your conscience does not allow you to prolong the misery of a completely wonderful human being.

“i owe you an explanation.” wafts of smoke dances over the white bear on the surface of your latte as you shove both your hands into the pockets of your jacket, back leaned against the chair - perhaps it has something to do with jungkook’s arms that stretches over half of the table as he props his elbows somewhere just inches from its edge.

every time you get close to him, you feel the familiar burst of electricity course through your veins and it terrifies you how easily your foot takes a step forward and your hands shifting as though to hug him in greeting - before you root yourself in your spot, only allowing for a wave and a ‘hey.’

“before you say anything that will give me so much as a smidgen of hope-” jungkook holds a hand up, eyes of concrete resolution piercing through your own, “-i want you to know that it’s okay. it’s okay you have a boyfriend, girlfriend - someone you’re committed to because that could be a plausible reason, right?”

despite the steely fortress, you still manage to catch the faintest crack of desperation - as though that was a better reason than having been rejected by you because jungkook was, well - jungkook.

and that was far from the case. you want to tell him. want to reach out and hold his hands. want to clear that misunderstanding because within the limited time span you’ve known him, you know anyone that gets to be loved by him - but he’s wasted on you.

you don’t, do anything that is. or tell him anything.

“i’m not puking up petals,” he continues, shadows of creases beginning to form on his forehead, “and that means you don’t entirely dislike me - i hope.”

“i don’t.” this one, you have to say.

and just like that - even though he looked like he had plenty to say - he drops his gaze, rendering you unable to interpret what he’s thinking because the moment you met jeon jungkook, you know he’s a book with bled words and a walking story you’ll need a whole lifetime to finish. perhaps even write the ending of.

when he doesn’t seem like he plans to continue, you trace the handle of the cup- as though expecting it to wrap around your index finger in a mini hug. and so you tell him why.

you’re at a point in life where you think you can get higher than this - perhaps even become a manager in a few years. maybe buy a place on the better side of the city. but you’ll never get a car because you’re terrified of being behind the wheels. you’ve also hit that age where you prefer the solitude of eating instant noodles behind the windows inside the convenience store when you don’t feel like cooking.

as for kids - you have a brother and his wife is pregnant with their first child. you’ll be that aunt that gives your nieces or nephews whatever their parents wouldn’t give them just because you’ll have too much money and too little cause to spend it on.

“you would think someone who doubts the workings of fate would have a much more profound story to tell - but no, i don’t.” by the end of it, you’re the one avoiding jungkook’s eyes, gaze thrown to the moving world outside of the window, “i’m just content.”

“that’s completely valid.” jungkook’s voice brings you back to those doe eyes, a bashful curl on his lips, “makes me feel stupid for thinking you must’ve had someone special to be content.”

“it’s not stupid,” you counter, a smile of your own tugging on the corners of your lips, “just different.”

x

jungkook is ready to leave your life for good - or perhaps keep himself out of it because you made it clear that you don’t need a soulmate. 

it’s you who offer to show him the best barbecue place in town - the same one you went to in celebration of a job well done. it turns out jeon jungkook loves lamb skewers and he loves the one made by the old owner you call auntie kim.

in the next several weeks, you end up meeting every friday night - just because you enjoy jungkook’s company and on jungkook’s part, there’s still a trace of hope, a gleam of biological affection that comes from the cursive in on the inside of his wrist you don’t know how long he’s dreamed of finding the owner of. only for you to be everything he wasn’t expecting you to be.

but you are not entirely immune to his bunny smile and eyes that shrink into crescent moons and the endless collection of jackets he seem to own, each one differing with every meeting from the last.

on one of your countless meetings, jungkook slips a black leader jacket onto your shoulders because, “oh you know, i needed somewhere to hang my jacket on - it’s getting hot in here.”

you’re in the movies and the aircond is blasting at a minus degrees and he may or may have not noticed your hands clasped in between your legs.

and that’s when you know - you want jeon jungkook to meet your favorite people in life.

one way or another, you’re bound to each other but how you choose to treasure the other is completely up to you.

“you’re wasted on my daughter, boy.” your father narrows his eyes, as though if he squints hard enough, he’ll be able to see the strings of mistake made by fates just to confirm his claim, “you’re soulmates but you’re not even together - does that sound normal to you? i’ve never seen something like this happen before - never in my goddamn years of living!”

“maybe it’s time to put your other foot into the grave then, old man.” you can’t just sit idly as your own flesh and blood insult you - though it has more to do with getting a rise out of him than actually being offended by the truth.

and everyone at the table knows it. 

your father points his chopsticks at you, “yah, you ungrateful child.” he shakes his head but doesn’t say more - or rather, couldn’t.

“honey, don’t talk with your mouth full,” your mother, always the calm and collected one, doesn’t even bat an eye at her husband as she places a strip of meat in jungkook’s bowl, a hauntingly friendly smile on her lips, “eat up, son. you’re gonna need all the energy you can get to face the mule.”

“ah, thank you, ma’am.” jungkook lowers his head, smiling shyly at the welcoming gesture.

“oh my,” your mother coos, a hand covering her too-happy smile as she waves off the formality, “just call me mom - it’s like a blessing, my true second child has finally found his way home. it should have been you, jungkook-ah!”

“wait,” you shoot an accusatory look at your mother, “i’m not a mule - i’m an angel. you and dad called me that when i was a kid.

“yeah, that was before you grew up,” your father points out as if it’s the most obvious thing ever.

but then, if there’s ever anything you parents would agree on in a heartbeat - it seems, it’s the fact that they favor jungkook, their daughter’s soulmate, than said daughter.

x

it takes years for you to get promoted. now you have a bigger office than that miniature cubicle that was half the size of the cubicles in the toilet. your team still call you by your name. it’s like nothing has changed.

you’ve used up enough to buy an apartment - something bigger than the one you were renting off with more space and an extra room you’re planning to turn into a study.

“for what? so you can grill yourself to the bones on your off days?” jungkook’s laughter echoes off the walls the way it would with empty rooms.

he’s switched out his jackets with turtlenecks. if anything, it only serves to accentuate his sturdy looking chest and telltale abdominal muscles.

“i know my mom’s been getting more updates about me through you than through me,” you twirl on your heels, hands shoved into the pockets of your mustard loose pants, eyes narrowed at the brown haired man but the smile on your lips tells him you don’t mind, “but you gotta give me a head start here and let me buy the desk and shelves first so i’ll get to say i have no choice but to proceed with the study plan.”

jungkook hums, his own lips curling into a smile, “i don’t know - i’m gonna need a little... motivation to keep my mouth shut.”

he probably means a free lunch or a bag of chips or that new ps5 he’s been eyeing. but nothing could have prepared him for the blue cobalt box that you pull out from your pocket.

it takes a heartbeat for him to stare at the item in your hands as though he’s waiting for it to disappear so he can shake his head and call himself crazy and get it over with. but it’s still there as you twirl it in his face as thought it’s his favorite chocolate you have lying around in your pocket.

“what?” jungkook breathes out a laugh - it’s more disbelieve than humor.

“what.” he repeats the same word after he wedges it open and see the glimmer caught in the band.

his eyes follow your every movement as you pull out the silver band from the box, grip it in one hand as you get onto one knee, not quite caring about the dust that blankets the entire floor and countertops.

he doesn’t know it - but when he gets excited, he’d grit his teeth together while he smiles. and he would throw his hands up before keeping them in a tight grip over his head.

he’s doing that now too.

“i know this is all so backwards and we should at least date first but we’ve been to too many already - we just call them hang outs,” you clear your throat, “but jeon jungkook-”

“yes.” he speaks over you almost instantly - almost as though he only waited to see if you’re not about to pull a ‘that’s a friendship ring’ on him.

“i didn’t even finish!” your shoulder line jolts as you laugh, head thrown back at the comical but endearing sight in front of you.

still, you rise from your kneeling position when jungkook holds out his hand, muttering, “yes, yes, yes, yes,” your own squeals mixing together with his laugh when he picks you up and twirls you around the empty space. it is within a lapse of second, as he stares into your eyes through those crescent ones, dotted with the brilliance of a thousand clusters of stars, does he finally say, “i’ll marry you, goddamn it.”

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always here (r.l. x reader)

request: hi hi hi!!! can i request professor remus lupin x healer reader(instead of pomfrey she works at hogwarts) they are married and she comforts him and heals him after a full moon? thank you!🥺💖

sorry it took so long for me to get to writing this, school hasn’t been the kindest but here it is! I hope you enjoy <3 

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He’s never dreaded a transformation as much as he’s dreaded this one. His first transformation as a professor, his first transformation at Hogwarts without all of his friends. Everything was different, it pained Remus to think about it. Within a couple of hours he wouldn’t be the quiet and reserved man that he usually was. As he walked down the corridor he observed the portraits moving, the cobwebs around their frames, creaky wooden doors, and abandoned books and quills sitting on benches. He was in a daze, his melancholy cloaked him and the pain from wishing things could be the same couldn’t compare to any pain he’s ever gone through from a full moon. His thoughts plagued his mind so deeply that he didn’t hear the rapid footsteps that increased in volume before coming to a quick halt.

“Rem? Darling, you alright?” Turning around Remus looked down to see Y/N, his only remaining friend from his years at Hogwarts, his best and dearest friend. She was still dressed in her uniform and her hair was still up, an indicator that she had just finished making sure all the students under her care were comfortable and asleep.

“Of course love, it’s just...well you know.” Y/N had never seen Remus this dejected. She knew he abhorred his transformations, she knew that he hated feeling like a burden to her and she knew that that wasn’t the only thing that was tearing him down.

“I miss them too, but we have each other, that’s something no one can ever take away from us.” The forced smile that adorned his face slowly turned into a tight grin and he extended his arms for her to encase herself in.

It was a tradition of theirs, to walk around the halls hours before his transformation then separate, Y/N going to the common room to wait for the return of the marauders and Remus going to the shrieking shack. This very tradition led to them becoming a couple, he remembers the moment he confessed to her, the memory makes Remus glad he took Sirius’ advice all those years ago, but thinking about Sirius now makes Remus’ mood turn bitter so he tries to avoid reliving memories involving him.

They walked through the hallways, their conversation devoid of any sense of genuine interest or joy, no matter how hard they tried to force an air of comfort, how hard they tried to act like it was the same as any other transformation they went through together, they couldn’t deny it. They were scared, but they couldn’t do anything else but pretend it was all fine, that this was normal.

Y/N squeezed his hand when they passed the door of her old common room, the place where they had their first kiss. It brought a sense of comfort and just for a second, they forgot about everything around them. The awkward giggles, their clumsy attempts to make the height difference work, the tendrils of her hair that got caught between them, the rush of excitement when they felt when they finally did meet each other's lips. They continued walking their conversation gradually becoming less strained as they did what they could to block out the harsh reality around them.

“Guess I’m off now beautiful, I’ll see you in a couple of hours okay?” He let go of her hand and kissed her forehead lightly. Her trembling hands reached forward to hold his face and stroke her thumb over an old scar.

“It’s going to be alright love.” He nodded pressing their foreheads together, nuzzling their noses and kissing softly.

--------

Y/N flicked through an old scrapbook smiling as the pictures danced and moved, her attention completely invested in the pleasant memories until a knock and the soft cries of the door brought her back to earth. As soon as she looked up, her eyes widened and it took everything in her to suppress a cry of sympathy for her husband. He looked battered, contused, and completely vulnerable. His kind grin seemed out of place on his decrepit form, and Y/N knew he was only smiling for her sake.

“Oh, Merlin! Rem, sit, go on sit down.” She rapidly grabbed her supplies and kneeled next to his feeble body. Gripping his hand she realized that he had never been this weak before. The lacerations and contusions nearly devoured him, it took everything in her not to cry. Her heart raced, she was sure Remus could sense that because he kissed her knuckles and hummed. Filled with perturbation, she lifted his shirt and gasped at the myriad of abrasions that littered his body.

“This is going to hurt a bit okay? Just tell me when to stop.” Another hum as he pushed her hair back. A damp cloth slowly wiped the dirt and blood off his limp body, his muscles clenching slightly due to the new sensation. After setting the cloth down on a wooden table she fished through her bag to get the ointment. Slowly the eyedropper was pulled out of the bottle, the fluid dripping on the floor momentarily before falling into the cuts on his freckled chest and stomach. His grunts and seethes of pain distracted her for a mere second but she continued, knowing that it was better to give him relief as soon as possible. After every drop of the ointment, she pressed a kiss to a random part of his body, followed by a soft whisper telling him how much she adored him. She smiled as his breathing became steadier and as the cuts turned into light scars and bruises faded to his normal skin tone.

“Turn over love.” She continued working on him, leaving plasters and bandages on wounds that would take a bit longer to heal. She kissed each of his shoulders and tapped him, signalling she was done. 

“All better, let’s get you cleaned up okay?” She draped one of his cardigans over his shoulder and led him to the washroom that connected to their shared room.

As soon as the water was warm enough she ushered for him to sit in the tub while she ran off to get him clothes and a book quickly. He chuckled as her hasty footsteps and the shuffling of objects came into earshot, his heart swelled thinking about how much he loved her, how he knew that no one else would ever treat him as good as she does. His feelings for her grew stronger with every second he knew he had her, and he just wished he could tell that scared little boy all those years ago that he would find someone that felt like home and that treated him like an irreplaceable relic. Upon her return his smile grew, he watched as she sunk to her knees once more and started to clean him off, staring in awe at the ring on her finger as it sparkled.

“All done, want to get out?”

“No, not yet, can you join me? Only if you want.” She smiled and got in with him, leaning her head against his chest, making sure not to aggravate any of his wounds. They sat in silence, letting the candle in the room slowly die down, the only light coming from the other room.

“We’re gonna be alright.”

“I know, I’ve got you, that’s all I need.”

“You never grew out of that sappy comments phase.”

“Never will love, I am simply too deeply in love with you to ever stop.”

“Shut up you sap.” She giggled, splashing him with water.

“No, say it back, you know you want to.” Water kept flowing down her head, causing her giggles and the sound of water to reverberate in the room.

“Fine, fine I’m madly and utterly in love with you too.”

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Hi, darling. Honestly, if someone would give me a galleon for every time I think of marauders, i would be richer than Bellatrix *shakes head*. Anyway, so, obviously I have a fluffy fanfic idea of Sirius. Can you do one in which Sirius and reader see each other after a painfully long summer and are just SO affectionate and clingy with each other the whole time (ofc being the most dramatic couple ever) like they would die if they leave each other for a second?

Hi, my love!! Bellatrix didn't like this lol. Well, of course i can!! I profusely apologize for making you wait for so long, I hope you enjoy it!! 💕

warnings: fluffy, gender neutral!reader, mentions of Sirius' terrible family, I procrastinate a fucking lot so it took really long to finish it, it's a little bit short because I had no idea of how I would write this yay, english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes! requests are temporarily closed!!

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Today was the last day of summer break and you couldn't be happier. It's not that you didn't enjoy spending time with your family, you really did, but you just missed Hogwarts so much. Especially Sirius Black, the raven haired Gryffindor boy who stole your heart and the biggest sweetheart you've ever met.

You wrote to each other every day since the beginning of your vacations to tell how much you missed each other. He always complained about his family and how it felt like hell to be back at his house, and you just really wanted to save him from that place, but you knew you couldn't, so you just told him kind words and always sent him some muggle candies.

It was around four in the morning and you could barely sleep because you were too anxious to go to the platform 9¾ and start another year in Hogwarts, so you just unpacked and packed your suitcase once again to make sure nothing was missing.

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You haven't seen Sirius on the train, which you found pretty weird since you two always sat together. You sat with Lily, Alice and Frank and spent almost the whole ride talking about your summers and everything.

It was already night when you arrived Hogwarts and the castle was just as magnificent and marvelous as you remembered. The moonlight illuminated the towers and dungeons, and the moon was reflected on the lake's water and the first years were smiling brightly at the amazing view right in front of their eyes.

The second you stepped into the Great Hall, you caught sight of the boy with messy dark curls wearing his Gryffindor robes, excitedly talking to Remus and James. Remus, the clumsy tall boy with light brown hair, pointed your way with a smile while saying something to Sirius, who quickly turned around with a wide smile, just like yours.

Not really caring about the teachers' censorship stares, you two started running towards each other with open arms, tightly engulfing each other in your embraces. It had been so long since you last saw him and it just felt so great to be able to see and touch him again.

“I missed you so much!” you said as you squeezed your arms around his neck, his arms circling your waist as he pulled you even closer, if that was even possible.

“It have been so long that I almost forgot your pretty face!” he dramatically exclaimed and you giggled.

He then pulled apart from you, cupping your face with both his hands and collapsed his lips on yours in an almost desperately kiss. You hadn't seen each other in almost three months and you weren't planning on separating anytime so soon.

Well, you were planning on doing that until...

“Mr Black, Mr/Miss (Y/l/n)! No kissing on the Hall!” professor McGonagall's voice interrupted you two as she separated you from Sirius with a censorship stare, even though you could see her lips were forming a small smile.

“But, professor!” Sirius whined and pouted at professor McGonagall like a kid does when they don't get what they want “If I don't get (Y/n)'s kisses, I might die!” he dramatically exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you again.

“I am pretty sure you can survive without Mr/Miss (Y/l/n)'s kisses, Mr Black” she replied in an amused tone “Now, go sit down you two, the sorting ceremony will start soon”

You chuckled as Sirius dragged you to the Gryffindor table by your hand, refusing to let it go until you reached it. He sat by your and instantly wrapped his arm around your shoulder to keep you close, placing a kiss on your pouting lips.

James started making fake gagging sounds, as if he would throw up at any moment. “Okay, lovebirds, no kissing or else I'll puke right now”

“You're just jealous because no one wants you, Prongs” Sirius replied playfully and James gasped, putting his hands over his chest dramatically with a fake hurt expression.

“How dare you, Pads!” he said as he pretended to cry loudly.

You shook your head at their childishness, chuckling while putting food on Sirius' plate and then on yours, since he was too busy 'arguing' with James to do anything else.

They soon started eating, chuckling sometimes when one of them made a silly joke. It was around 10 p.m. when the Sorting Ceremony and the dinner were over, so the students were heading to their common rooms. You were going to the Gryffindor common room with Sirius, who was holding you just like a Niffler holds its jewelery.

“Can you believe the old bat wanted to forbid me to write to you and the boys?! She said you weren't good company!” he complained about his mother and what a piece of hell his summer was while groaning.

“I don't even know her and I already know she's the worst!” you huffed, imagining how terrible it must be to Sirius to have to come back to a place he isn't welcome and having to deal with his parents' bulshit about how he shouldn't hang around with 'mudbloods'. “I'm so sorry you have to live with those assholes, sweetheart”

“It's okay, I have you and the other guys” he replied, giving you a small smile as you said the password to the Fat Lady and entered the common room, almost immediately being dragged by Sirius to lay down on the couch with him.

He laid down and you laid beside him, placing your head on his chest as his arms found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him. He kissed the top of your head and you hummed softly.

“I missed you, baby” he admitted quietly, kissing your head once again. “I thought I would die if I didn't see you soon”

“You're dramatic” you giggled and he snorted dramatically “But I like it. And I missed you too, Siri”

He hummed happily, kissing your forehead as he played with your hair. You two stayed like this for the rest of the night, just cuddling with each other and exchanging love words every now and then.

You had spent the last few months away from each other and it definitely was not on your plans to separate any time soon.

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