#is this soulmates except they MAY have met at the wrong time

[ladykailitha]

Icarus Part 3

Hello! If you haven't seen it yet, I've got a set schedule for what story posts on what days now (as seen here) and this one as well as Well Met By Moonlight, Batshit Soulmates, and Never Hold Back Your Step... will still be posting just on rotation until I can finish some of my WIPs. (I may be stretching myself a bit thin having six going at the same time.)

In this one we have the concert. Eddie stumbles on something big and doesn't know how to deal with it all. And Uncle Wayne is bestest as always.

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Part 1 Part 2

****

The day of the concert dawned abhorrently cheerful and bright. Not a cloud in the sky or any accidents that would prevent Eddie from having to take Dustin to this event. He wouldn’t deign to call it a concert. He had heard the album and seen their posters, but he refused to wander over to YouTube and watch videos of their concerts, interviews, their music videos.

He didn’t want to be even more disappointed that they were all flash and no substance then he was sure he was going to be for the next two hours.

Dustin rolled his eyes when Eddie parked in the huge concert parking lot.

“You’re just salty because I like them as much as I like Corroded Coffin,” he huffed getting out the car. “You have to concede that Abaddon’s vocals are killer.”

Eddie scoffed. “Do not. I haven’t heard them live. Way too many artists use autotune too much these days.”

“You sound like that meme,” he sneered, “‘Old Man Yells at Cloud’.”

Eddie swatted at him playfully. “Am not.” Dustin raised his eyebrow skeptically and he threw his arms in the air. “I’m not. I am a very serious musician, Dusty. The last thing metal needs is some band that can’t write or even play their own instruments. This isn’t pop.”

“You are such an asshole,” he said and turned toward the entrance, leaving Eddie to jog to catch up with him.

Eddie sighed and put his arm around Dustin’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. You’re right. I am being an asshole. I turned into the person I swore I would never be. Those shit for brains critics that hated Corroded Coffin when we first got on the scene. And that was wrong of me.”

Dustin sighed, too. “I just want you to like them too. They are so good if you’d just give them a chance.”

Eddie breathed out through his nose. “Yeah. I can at least give them that.”

They got to their seats and Eddie was a little impressed at Claudia Henderson’s Ticket Master foo. They weren’t front row, but they were only a couple of rows back so you could actually see the stage without having to strain their necks and smack dab in the center of the row.

Dustin would have the best time. And now it was up to Eddie not ruin it for the kid. Because yes, he was still a kid as far as Eddie was concerned. Twenty-one was so fucking young. That was how old most of the band was when they got their record deal, after all. They weren’t prepared for what came next, that’s for sure.

They got settled into their seats and Eddie watched as the rest of the crowd shuffled in. They were all about Dustin’s age with very few exceptions in either direction.

There seemed to be a color theme going on with the girls in the audience though. They were grouped in clumps of red, black, blue, or white. Which made sense if each band member stuck to a certain color palette.

Well he was about to find out, he supposed.

The lights dimmed. The crowd quieted down. The spotlight lit up the drumkit first. And Eddie knew that Gareth would be drooling over it. It was all black with black metal fittings. The kit seemed to collect light almost like a blackhole.

Then from the ceiling, a man dressed all in black being lowered onto the stage with large black raven wings on his back. He wore a black hooded coat over what, Eddie couldn’t tell. It was all black. The shirt, the pants, the boots. Even his mask was all black with even the eyes appearing closed. His feet touched the ground and the crowd went wild.

“Azrael!” the announcer called out.

Azrael settled on the throne and picked up black drum sticks.He counted time above his head and played a wicked solo to the adoring crowd’s absolute delight.

Dustin jumped up and down, screaming.

The spotlight moved to the right side of stage and the next band member descended from the ceiling. Large bat wings adorned his back and he was dressed in red leather fetish gear. Complete with tight leather pants that looked painted on and a matching harness highlighting his bare chest, peeking out from the red leather hooded coat.

His guitar was fucking gorgeous, though. A Warlock, much like Eddie’s own. It was custom painted red with black flames licking up the neck.

Eddie rolled his eyes, but it seemed he was the only one who thought the whole thing was over the top judging from the screams from the girls in the audience.

He didn’t just land gently on the stage like the drummer did, oh no. He fucking stomped onto the stage with a howl.

His wings, like the drummer’s ascended back into the rafters as the announcer shouted, “Asmodeus!”

And then Eddie really did roll his eyes. The demon of lust. Of course he was.

But seconds later Eddie’s jaw dropped to the floor as the man wailed on his guitar driving the crowd further into the frenzy.

Once he finished his solo the crowd quieted again and he could see why. Because just then, descending on gossamer wings that shimmered like starlight, was their bassist.

Everything about him was midnight blue and shimmering like the night. His mask was the face of the moon. He had his own hooded coat, but it was like the night sky, with some kind of crystal or gem sewn in to make the coat glimmer like stars.

His bass was something that Brian would have sold his own mother for and they were as thick as thieves. Eddie didn’t know much about basses considering his sweetheart was an electric guitar, but he could tell it wasn’t expensive but was perfect for his style. A style he showed off with gusto to the audience’s obvious delight.

“Astraeus!” the announcer cried.

Eddie decided that this one was his favorite. It played up the whole mysterious thing without the over the top flash of the guitarist or the sheer void of the drummer.

The audience hushed as the three members of the band began to play what was clearly the lead singer’s entrance music.

And holy fuck was Eddie screwed. This man was descending like a fucking angel sent from God, Jesus pose and all.

He was all in white with an opaque lace mask that had his mouth and chin cut out for him to sing. That surprised Eddie somewhat. He figured that the guy would have his whole face covered like everyone else in the band and that he could lip sync.

But nope. Apparently no one in this band did anything by halves.

The lead singer was wearing a sheer mesh crop top under the hooded floor length coats the whole band was wearing. Only his was white with a silk powder blue lining.

Eddie winced in sympathy. They must get boiling under the lights with those things on.

A few feet from the stage floor there was an explosive pop! And the feathers from his wings flew out into the crowd who was now screaming as if their life depended on the sheer volume coming out them. He looked over at Dustin who was no different.

When Eddie could see the stage again, this angel’s wings were now skeletal and gothic.

He landed in front of microphone whose stand had been decorated with a scarf in each of of the band members’ signature colors.

“Abbadon!” the announcer yelled for the final time.

And Eddie was in love. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Dustin must have seen his expression because he was suddenly tugging on Eddie’s arm and screaming, “I told you!!”

“Indy!” Abbadon growled, grabbing the mic. “Thank you so much for having us! Let’s get this started.”

Then he began to sing and yeah, Eddie knew that the guy had charm, but this was a whole new level of epic. He was enthralled.

He didn’t utter a fucking word for several songs. But then it happened. Eddie couldn’t believe it. He hurried to snap a picture to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

But there it was it in living color. He turned to Dustin to see if he saw it too, but the kid was too busy screaming and jumping up and down.

Eddie’s jaw fell.

That couldn’t be right, couldn’t it? That Dustin didn’t know? Eddie looked back up on stage and a lot of the puzzle pieces started slotting in place. His heart sank a little.

He shook his head to clear it of dark thoughts. He didn’t know the reason for any of this and leaping to conclusions would only get a shit ton of people hurt. Especially the boy next to him.

Eddie let the music wash over him. Let the magic of metal soothe his soul. Soon he was jumping up and down and headbanging with the rest of the crowd. Right hand flashing the devil’s horns, left hand out to steady himself he let himself enjoy the band’s stage presence.

****

To say that Eddie’s mind was fucking blown would be an understatement. He pestered Dustin all the way home with rapid fire questions. Where did the band tour last time? What was their schedule this time? Was it a six month tour or an eighteen month tour last time?

Dustin answered each question with growing excitement, thinking that Eddie had finally grown to love this band as much as he had.

Eddie on the other hand felt a growing sense of dread. Well... maybe dread was the wrong word. It was certainly a sinking feeling. One he really had to exam closely.

At least he could honestly say that he fell in love with the music before he found out his little secret.

And fuck what a secret it was.

He dropped Dustin off at home and drove out to the ranch that he had gifted to Wayne when Corroded Coffin first made it big. It was a beautiful, sprawled out home surrounded by acres of land and Eddie loved it even more than Wayne did.

Eddie stumbled through the door and was surprised to see Wayne drinking hot chocolate and reading a sports magazine in his expensive recliner. And yet, at the same time, not really that surprised.

“You do realize I’m no longer that fucked up kid with anger issues,” Eddie huffed on his way to the kitchen to grab a beer, “that were almost as bad as the troubles with the law, right?”

Wayne chuckled. “Maybe so. But you’re still my boy and I’ll keep worrying about you until the day I die.”

Eddie popped open the can of beer and sat down on the sofa. He leaned his head back on the back cushion with a heavy sigh.

Wayne raised an eyebrow. “What’s stewing around in that head of yours?”

Eddie slowly raised his head. “What would you do if you accidentally found out something about a friend that they were keeping from everyone they knew?”

Wayne set down his magazine. “That would depend on the secret. Is it hurting anyone?”

“Is what hurting anyone?” Eddie asked. “The secret?” Wayne nodded and Eddie frowned, really thinking about it.

“Maybe some feelings,” he said after a moment. “But it’s not dangerous like they committed a crime or anything. It’s not even about their sexuality.”

Wayne hummed thoughtfully. “And is it a big secret or a little one?”

Again Eddie was forced to think hard about what that meant. “I guess it depends on the person, but in my eyes it’s pretty big.”

The elder Munson nodded. “Do you feel hurt by this secret?”

“Yeah, yeah. I guess I do.” He bowed his head and let out a shuddering breath.

“Is there a reason you think he wouldn’t have told you?” Wayne pressed.

“Of course no–” Eddie stopped as his brain caught up to his mouth. “Shit.”

Wayne raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Eddie admitted shyly. “There’s a pretty good reason why he wouldn’t have told me. And now I feel like the shit friend.”

Wayne stood up and pulled Eddie into a big hug. “Maybe so, but you have the time to course correct and show this friend that you are worthy of his secret.”

Eddie nodded. “Thanks, Uncle Wayne,” he mumbled into Wayne’s neck.

“I’m just glad I could help.”

****

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25

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[causeilikelix]

Stray Kids Soulmate Smut Au Series

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I have no posting schedule at the moment, all I know is that I'll be writing Felix's last because I know myself and I'll get carried away.

Synopsis under the cut:

In the magical world of soulmates, you can begin looking for them when you turn 21. Once you touch them, the overwhelming urge to consummate the union takes over you until you fulfill the desire.

Bang Chan (18+)

Bodyguard x bratty, younger ward au

Chan is your bodyguard who is determined to keep you out of trouble and protect you from those who want to use you to get to your rich and powerful father.  The only problem?  Trouble is your middle name.  Going out to clubs and getting random guys to grind up on you is one of your favorite pastimes and Chan has to go along with it.  You love how he gets gruff and protective when other people put their hands on you.  With your 21st birthday creeping up on you, these outings get more dangerous since anyone could be your soulmate.  On the fateful night of your 21st birthday, you go out to dance and when you dance with the wrong person, Chan isn’t so sure he can keep his hands off you much longer.

Minho (18+)

Prince x Maid, Bridgerton era au

Part One: 

Everyone in the ton is invited to the final tea party before the Queen announces who will be the lucky lady betrothed to Prince Minho.  Everyone except the help, of course.  It is the final opportunity for eligible ladies of age to meet with the prince to determine if they are soulmates.  The lady you work for has managed to get you into the tea because she’s not interested in the prince and would rather spend time with you.  Bored, you wander around the gardens and you run into a young man who also seems to want to escape.  After some banter, you touch accidentally and you realize this man is your soulmate.  Once you consummate the union, you have to rush away to find your lady in time for the introduction of the prince, only to find out that you just fucked him behind a hedge.  And how he can’t take his eyes off you.

How will you survive if he’s supposed to marry someone else?

Part Two:

Prince x betrothed sister, 40s Italy, past lives au

You are a noble lady who is not quite ready to enter society, being just under 21.  Your older sister, however, is out and your family is in talks with the royal family to betrothe her to the prince if they cannot find his soulmate by the final masquerade ball of the summer.  Luckily, you have no interest in marriage or soulmates, mostly because you think you’ve found yours already.  

In a lonely bookshop that very few frequent, you’ve been sharing secret notes with another reader of your favorite poetry book.  You can’t remember how it began, but all you know is that you have been corresponding anonymously with someone through notes hidden in books and you may be falling in love.  Your multiple attempts to discover the identity of the person have all failed.  Including promising to be at the bookstore on your birthday instead of at the ball.

On the night of the masquerade and your 21st birthday, your sister discovers her soulmate in someone else and begs you to take her place.  You’re torn but ultimately agree.  You dress up in your sister's gown, don your mask, and attend.  While you’re there, you see Prince Minho mingling with other guests and when you lock eyes you get the sinking suspicion that you’ve met him before…

Changbin (18+)

Brothers best friend x reader college au

 Your older brother, Chan, and your neighbor, Changbin, have been best friends since they were kids.  You were just Chan’s little sister for years so you thought that Changbin would never look at you twice, which made your crush on him that much more difficult.  Especially since you eventually developed a friendship with the three of you. Halfway through high school, your family moved away for your dad’s job but you went back to college in your hometown.

Low and behold, you run into Changbin again and your friendship picks up right where it left off.  The two of you reminisce and he invites you to his place to play Mario Kart and watch Jurassic Park, just like old times.  The entire time you’re at his apartment Changbin is nervous around you and you wonder why until you beat him at Mario Kart and tackle him in victory. 

Changbin finds himself torn… between his soulmate and his best friend.

Hyunjin (18+)

Rich CEO x Assistant reader au

You and your boss have been exceedingly careful.  Hwang Hyunjin is rich and successful and gorgeous and every single woman in his company envies your position, allowing you to be close to such an immaculate being.  You, however, find it very stressful.  Since you’re both successful adults who haven’t yet found your soulmates, you have to be very careful and go to extreme lengths on occasion to keep from touching.  You can’t let love get in the way of your work.  It doesn’t stop you from trying to quietly entice him.  You often wear borderline sexy outfits to work with the hopes that one day your hot boss will finally touch you to at least see if you’re soulmates, but he’s so hot that you can’t help but feel aroused in his presence.  You simply wouldn’t know until then. 

One day, Hyunjin has a photoshoot and interview for a high fashion magazine and he looks incredibly delectable.  You stay nearby in case he needs something but you keep to your own work.  While he’s getting pictures taken, the director gives him a prompt and asks him to think about something that makes him hot.  The director wants to sell sex for this collection.  When you look up, Hyunjin is staring straight at you and you are not sure how much longer you can keep your hands to yourself.

Jisung (18+)

College student Jisung x slightly older college student barista reader au

Han Jisung is the bane of your existence.  You’re both in the same major so you take a lot of the same classes and it’s as if he made it his personal mission to annoy you every time he sees you.  He must, because he does.  He does it in small ways, like asking you dumb questions during class just to get you riled up, stealing your pens, and overall being a nuisance.  Why does he pay so much attention to you?

One day while you’re working at the coffee shop you’re the manager of, Jisung comes in for some coffee and specifically requests for you to make it.  Despite the fact that you’re absolutely slammed, you have to comply.  You make his drink and pass it to him, not realizing that your fingers brush in the process.  Jisung’s demeanor changes immediately, instantly getting a little more serious.  You continue working through the rush, wondering why suddenly you feel the intense urge to rail Jisung into the next century.  

Closing suddenly can’t come fast enough.

Lee Felix Yongbok (18+)

Professor x graduate student au

Professor Lee’s class is one of the most coveted on campus.  It fits into multiple fields of study and even the undergrad students desperately want a chance to take a class with him, even though he only teaches at the master level.  You finally get a chance to take his class, lucky since it’s required for you major, and you realize why everyone wants to take his class. 

He’s intelligent, he’s fun, he’s charismatic, and he’s positively stunning.  He’s easily the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on.  And even you you’re initially hesitant to act like all the other students in the class and fight for his attention and a chance to touch him just to see if he’s theirs, you find yourself dressing up as well.  Not to impress him!  Not at all.

One day during class, he asks a few people to collect the paper that is due and you happen to be one of the people he calls on.  You gather the papers and ignore the ugly looks from all the others who wish they were in your position.  Professor Lee is teaching with no care in the world until you trip on the bottom stair.  Papers go flying and your cheeks burn.  Professor Lee gasps and helps you gather them while making sure you’re okay.  

Without thinking, you reach for one of the papers at the same time and your fingers brush.  Felix looks at you, eyes dark and he dismisses class without looking away from you.  The class is silent for a moment before he finally tears his eyes away from you.  His demeanor changes and he tells the entire class to leave unless they want to fail.  You begin to scramble away to follow his orders like an obedient little girl but you freeze when he locks you in his gaze again and rasps: “Not you.”

Seungmin (18+ suggestive)

Lawyer x Lawyer au.  Suggestive, no full smut

You and Seungmin have been rivals since law school.  Always trying to best each other in your final grades, who got to be valedictorian (it was you), and the most important: who wins the most cases.  For years, you two have been working for different law firms in the same building and have been keeping a tally of who wins what.  

One day you are pitted against one another in a heated divorce case.  Not your usual type of case, but you took it in order to be against Seungmin.  The case is emotional and dramatic and you find yourself arguing so intensely that the judge orders a break.  You both storm off to the break rooms to console your clients but the hallway is too narrow and for the first time in all these years, you brush arms.  

The arousal is instantaneous and you look at each other in equal surprise.  You each go to your separate chambers to calm your clients down before you excuse yourself.  You seek him out, looking into each office until suddenly someone grabs your arm and pulls you into an empty conference room.  

Of all people, why did it have to be him?

Jeongin (18+ Suggestive)

Tattoo artist x client au.  Suggestive, no full smut.

You are too innocent for your own good.  Jeongin recognizes this in you the second you walk into his tattoo shop in your short pastel skirt and matching top.  You ask him if he has time to do a simple tattoo of a line-art flower on your thigh.  Obsessed with you already, Jeongin quickly reschedules his next appointment and invites you in.  As the only artist in his shop, he can pretty much do whatever he wants.  The walls are covered in his art and you know you’ve come to the right place.  You discuss the tattoo you want, you fill out the paperwork, and sit down in the chair while he prepares the stencil. 

The second his fingers graze your thigh to put the stencil on, several things become apparent to you all at once.  First, he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen.  Second is that this hot guy is your soulmate and you can tell by the stickiness growing between your legs.  The third and most important thing?

You forgot to put on underwear this morning.  

And Jeongin?

He can definitely smell it.

[expectiations]

I can't believe it's been four months since we've been given the absolute gift that is the NineRiver audios. I remember weeping at 1 am over them and just melting at the way Nine became the most protective, most gentle, caring person after understanding River. Oh to be able to listen to Star-Crossed again for the first time!

On one note, I have seen people claim that for this particular regeneration, they're in a QPR. I object, but that's not what I started this post for.

Just like what is said in this post, the Doctor and River constantly fall in love with each other because River is River and the Doctor is the Doctor. They just click. It's evidenced by this specific pairing too. Sure, Nine may have been brash and rude to her at first but it changes once he processed the fact that apparently, he'd open up enough to marry someone in the future.

I may have said this before but one of the things I love about Archipelago is how it dispels any notion that the Doctor is forced to have sex with River. I have seen too often enough the (loudly incorrect) takes over that idea which irks me out because frankly, which version of Doctor Who did they watch? Cause it was clear af that the Doctor's very much into her and is always the one who instigates physical affection—cheek kisses, nose bump bops, see-you-next-adventure kisses, etc. Their marriage isn't built around sex. There is mutual trust and respect (and steamy, hot sparks) between these two. While some have chosen to gleefully point out that they're in a QPR, once again I respectfully disagree. If you insist, just scroll away.

I also love how he tries to understand, to *know* her. He reads her diary and tries to fathom the timey-wimey life they lead. He is basically acting the way any other regeneration of the Doctor would when they meet River, except this one is fresh out of the Time War and the wounds are still too raw and the loathing still too loud. Not that it got better by the time they met in the Library but relatively and all that.

Have I mentioned that I melt over how he's also *reaaally soft* with River? When River cries out of disappointment, he asks her what's wrong. She tries to 'hide the damage' but he shushes her and tells her to tell him what is wrong. When River tells him he should have left her in the time storm, he quietly tells her that that was never going to happen. And mind you, that was even *before* he read her diary.

For an endless moment, they had their happily ever after. They got to grow 'old' together. They got to exchange secrets no other version of the Doctor or River will *ever* know. And while there are conflicting interpretations of the part where River says 'they finally lay again together', I choose to believe they somehow found a way to have sex. Although I wouldn't be able to comprehend how considering they had crystals all over their bodies but unless I'm taking things literally, it's River and it's the Doctor and between the two of them, they're very much likely able to work it out lol

The penultimate part for me was right before they reset the timeline. When River told him that it's *the most romantic thing* he's ever done, that he's not just doing it for the timelines but he's doing it for them. He's giving up everything they had for everything they will have. And he responds that if it works, he'll have a lifetime to prove otherwise.

Oh and did I mention that I started sobbing uncontrollably AT ONE AM IN THE MORNING when I realized that their time together has left an indelible imprint in the universe??

Literally peak soulmate-ism.

[naoristerling]

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after a long night at work with little to no sleep, you nearly doze off on your way home, hitting a tattooed, spikey-haired guy in the middle of the road. Panicking, you run out to help him and go with him to the hospital, only to lie and say he was your husband so you could go back with him. Well, when he woke up, he didn't exactly take it the way you thought he would...

Overdrive | 18k @atozfic

a lonely artist finds himself in need of some human contact, so he joins a dating app but with a very specific request: he doesn’t want a relationship, he wants the experience of one. when someone contacts him, interested and willing to aid him in his search for artistic inspiration, the rules quickly become simple: no real names, no personal details, no feelings. so what the hell is kim hongjoong supposed to do when he catches himself daydreaming about their future together?- or, can you fall in love with a stranger?

Your Gentle Hands (They Feel Like Home To Me). || Kim Hongjoong. [ Part I ] | 31k @yourlocaljonghoe

meeting the local outcast shouldn't have ended with you slowly falling for him. yet you did, all while knowing you could never have this man, because you were already someones else's wife. two lovers, a dress shop, and a violent man between it all. we all know how this ends, right? ... right?

New World | 27k @sorryimananti-romantic

you've always known the crown prince was just a little power hungry, however, when you offer to kill the king for him as part of your big scheme to end the monarchy, you didn't realise he'd be ecstatic about it. while you etch out an elaborate plan to get more obstacles out of the way, you start enjoying his company just a little too much. it ultimately clouds your judgement and becomes the cause of your downfall, though... if you go down, he goes down with you :D

what lies beneath | k.hj | 13k @noramoons

there’s a pair of eyes blinking up at you from below the pier. you think you know who (or what, really) they belong to—but you might be too afraid to admit it.

The secret garden | 13k @yoonguurt

Spring brings with it the need for a change. You're in a writing rut and that just can't happen right now. You decided to spend a few months with your aunt at her massive garden estate. for the first time in 10 years. Dreams of a boy you don't remember become a nightly thing. Who is this boy?

TWTHH Spinoff: Stitched Hearts | 14k @edenesth

Throughout his entire career, Hongjoong has received nothing but praise for his work. Never once had anyone suggested his dresses were anything short of perfection. That is, until he met the youngest daughter of the Baek household��the family's black sheep, an enigmatic spinster whom he found utterly confounding.

Lust is in the Air | 6.5k ❤️‍🔥 @bananayuyu

Your best friend drags you along to a family wedding, wanting to add some fun to your all too serious life. Turns out her uncle is the one who really provides the distraction.

One-shot I ?k ❤️‍🔥 @sugawhaaa

Eita que ele tá bravo

𝔐𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔐𝔞𝔫 | ok @holybibly

You've always had expensive taste. So when you meet a gorgeous older man in a bar with the most ravenous feline eyes and diabolical smile, you can't resist the urge to taste him. You let him take you back to his place and give you the most unforgettable night of your life.

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Dropping in out of nowhere here to ask YOU! yes you dear blogger, about your ocs. Please tell me about em :3

OH BOY I have so many uhhh. I'll just give a quick rundown + lore posts for the OCs who have one, since you didn’t ask anything specific :D May or may not put this in my pinned as a general OC masterlist too while I'm at it

Pokemon -> Max - Lore post + Visual reference - 25-30 years old, lives in Galar. She works as a gym trainer, first at the Dark gym and then in Circhester's Ice gym. She prefers Ghost types above all else but she's pretty well-rounded! She’s sweet and timid but also a little gremlin and I love her dearly

TLoZ -> Ethie - Lore post - Something about soulmates through time or whatever with Link (platonic or romantic, depending on the timeline). Descendent of Malon, although I might change her canon so that she just was Malon lol. She's also Beedle's sister! Most of the lore I've established is of BotW/TotK times, where she's a traveling blacksmith with a home-base in Hateno.

Spiderverse -> Apple Spider - Lore post + Visual Reference - A little shit who accidentally ruined her canon and destroyed her earth. Now she lives permanently in Nueva York/in the Spider Society building. She's a master in the art of being annoying but lovable, and takes on kinda the wine aunt/bestie cousin role for a bunch of the younger Spiders.

Sun Haven -> Autumn - Visual reference - Half-moth amari (amari are anthros, basically), and half-elf! She's gentle and kind. Loves just hanging out with her animals and helping people around each city, rather than actually doing much farming. Winds up making permanent residence in Nel'Vari, a hidden elven village west of Sun Haven.

Sun Haven -> Marlowe

- An aquatic amari of the shark variety! Kind of a piece of shit unless you’re important to them. They’re messy and loud and blunt but they’d literally do anything for those they care about (in the end, though, the person they care for most is themself). Moved to Sun Haven to be closer to water and become a monster hunter and adventurer. They were previously a tattoo artist in The Big City

Baldur's Gate 3 -> Lilith - Visual reference - A resistance Durge! Was besties with Orin and on the verge of marriage with Gortash before being lobotomized and tadpoled. Now she just wants to right her wrongs, or whatever -- she's absolutely horrified by her Urge.

Baldur's Gate 3 -> Aether - Another Durge! Same past as Lilith, except during the events of the game, she begins sorta morally grey and evolves into a frickin monster. She's one of those "I'll hurt everyone except the people I love types," and genuinely wanted to rule Baldur's Gate alongside Gortash. After The Brain(tm) offed him though she kinda just went apeshit and embraced Bhaal.

Pikmin 4 -> Ed - Visual reference - I don't have much lore for her lol.. she mostly does night expeditions because she prefers to be nocturnal and likes hanging out with the glow pikmin. She's super sweet but bad at expressing her feelings, so nobody really knows it unless they give her a chance to open up! Her affection can come off as aggression but she just doesn’t really know how to portray herself

FFXV -> Mari Vitrum

- “One of the guys,” but not in an annoying pick-me kind of way and more so the constantly-being-a-little-shit kind of way. She was a close friend of Gladio’s from childhood, which is how she met Noctis and eventually became part of his crew. She’s not a fan of Ignis (except for his cooking) so they kinda just tolerate each other lol, she and Noct bicker like siblings, and she’s besties with Gladio and Prompto. She prefers to fight with daggers, taking more of an assassin approach and fights SUPER recklessly. Will easily have to use several phoenix downs during tougher battles, partially bc she gets dagger-happy and partially because if anyone’s gonna die, she’d rather it be her than her friends.

Stardew Valley -> Elise

- Partial visual, since I haven’t drawn her fully yet

- A lot like Sebastian in that she’s spent most of her life staying indoors nerding out, looks almost sickly pale, and wears black hoodies a lot. She only moved to Pelican Town to escape Joja and Zuzu’s high rent, really. She’s more focused on having a ton of animals (mostly to hang out with) and only keeps a few small patches of crops. Has her nose pierced and 3 ear piercings on her right side, but only 1 ear piercing on her left, in short because she got lazy. She has a vampire bite tattoo on the left side of her neck and constantly gets roasted for it (she goes along with it like a champ), as well as a sloppy self-made stick and poke tattoo over some self harm scars that says “I lived, bitch.” Still unsure of where I’m gonna plop that down on her

Fields of Mistria -> Kimi and December

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Hannigram Tropefest 2022 Masterlist

Thanks to everyone who took part in this year’s Hannigram Tropefest. For our first round, we had an amazing selection of fanfics and artistic creations. You can find all of our fics in our Hannigram Tropefest 2022 collection on AO3, but for all fic and art links, please see below.

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‘I shouldn’t feel lonely when you’re gone'

Author: Angelic_Disaster

Artist: Vampyrzky

Rating: Explicit

Length: 28,859 words

Ships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter (Mentions of Past Alana Bloom/Hannibal Lecter)

Warnings: Choose to not use archive warnings

Tropes: Amnesia, Will’s Aftershave, Chicken Soup

The heart monitor connected to Hannibal makes a sudden, unrhythmical beep the moment Will enters through the door.

“You must forgive me for my bluntness, but are we in a romantic relationship?” Hannibal asks and Will isn’t exactly sure how to answer that. He can’t technically say no, but honestly, bloody courtship may be a more proper name for it.

While Hannibal suffers from a case of amnesia, Will puts a stop to the honey-trap plan to take care of him.    

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Trope: Wrong Number (Hannigram)

Author: TigerPrawn

Artist: Ani Louhetar

Rating: Explicit

Length: 5,680 words

Ships: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Warnings: No Archive Warnings

Tropes: Wrong number, A/B/O, different first meeting

Summary:

Omegas only go into heat if they meet a compatible alpha, but with both alphas and omegas being so rare it is an infrequent occurrence. One that Will Graham had certainly never anticipated happening to him.

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Dinner Is Best Served By Tour Bus

Author: TheSilverQueen

Artist: hit_the_books

Rating: T

Length: 6,146

Ships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

Warnings: Nonconsensual Vampire Turning

Tropes: Alternate Universe - Vampires, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Hannibal Lecter is the Chesapeake Ripper

Summary:

When Alana cajoles Will into taking an actual, real vacation, he decides to go to Florence and do touristy things, like eat good food and go on tours and be spontaneous. All good things, except for the fact that his spontaneous decision to go on a tour in the catacombs brings him face to face with very hungry vampires who think he is dinner.

“I believe you all were promised an experience of a lifetime,” says the definitely-not-a-statue man on the throne. “And we do plan to deliver. For the feast of a Council is, I’m told, quite the sight to behold. Sadly, none of us are vegetarians.”

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You Were Made for Me

Author: hisvoicebrokemyheart

Artist: pensulliwen

Rating: General

Length: 3,272 words

Ships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, (past Will Graham/Original Characters), (past Alana Bloom/Hannibal Lecter mentioned), (past Hannibal Lecter/Bedelia duMaurier mentioned)

Warnings: brief mention of canon typical gore

Tropes: soulmates/soul bond, bathing, Hannibal is the Devil

Summary:

Will never thought he would be cut out for a soul bond — people were averse to his touch, he was too cold. Then he met Hannibal Lecter, and Will learned what warmth was for the first time. Their relationship was one that flayed themselves open to one another, but it seems that Hannibal has one last secret to reveal.

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Forgive Me Father, For I Wish To Sin

Author: ImpalaAngel

Artist: hughmikkelsen

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Cannibalism, Religious Trauma, Canon-compliant levels of violence

Tropes used: Priest!Hannibal, Priest!Will, Cannibalism, First Time, Gone Fishing, Hannibal is The Devil, How much whiskey can Will have before his ankles are in the air, Murder Family, Post-Fall Europe, Shattered Teacup, Voyeurism.

Ships: Hannibal/Will

Word Count: 105,635 words

Summary:

Think “Seven,” but sexy. Will and Hannibal find themselves on a yacht and sail to Italy to become priests of a local small town church with a history of corruption. They meet an enigmatic young woman and all three set out on a journey of self discovery: she by using her power for good, and they by realising the depths with which love can go. Of course, Italy is not without its own mysteries as Hannibal and Will kill and fuck their way from pride to sloth, their past catches up to them. Just how did they end up with Dr. DuMaurier’s leg on a table? And of course, they tie up a few red loose ends.

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it takes one to know one

Author: Biv_w

Artist: ScarletMothlet

Rating: Explicit

Length: 3,085 words

Ships: Hannibal/Will

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence.

Tropes: Drawing Will Graham, Hannibal is The Chesapeake Reaper, Hannibal’s Mind Palace, Skin Hunger, Sailing the Atlantic, Murder Husbands, Hannibal and his Uncanny Strength of Smell, Fluff.

Summary:

Hannibal sees a new face in prison and feels far more than intrigued.

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The Blood of the Son

Author: bittercigs_ (twitter)

Artist: i-call-me-clarence (tumblr)

Rating: Teen

Length: 4,911 words

Ships: Gen

Warnings: Religious Imagery & Symbolism; Mild Depictions of Violence

Tropes: New Orleans Police Detective!Will Graham, Priest!Hannibal, Casefic

Summary:

One of the best in the NOPD, Detective Will Graham struggles to solve a string of recent murders, leading him to temporarily turn back to the religion he’d previously abandoned.

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The Lamb of God

Author: LAfterDark30

Artist: i-call-me-clarence

Rating: Explicit

Length: 12,632

Ships: Hannibal/Will

Warnings: some pretty blasphemous uses of the Bible and Catholic history, Chilton has a BAD time, character death (none of the mains), graphic artsy violence, manipulative Hannibal, alcoholism in appearance only, betrayal, choking, of the non-sexy kind, dead dove, for the choking, anal sex, Bottom Will, Top Hannibal

Tropes: Soulmates, Priest Will, Demon Hannibal

Summary:

In a world where meeting your soul mate makes their name appear on your skin, Hannibal lived free of that nonsense. As a demon without a soul, he spent his time torturing exorcists and taunting the Church until he heard of the Church’s prized exorcist Father Will Graham, the “lamb of God,” and the idea for his ultimate masterpiece of terror took shape.

Step 1: Get close to Father Graham. Step 2: Cultivate his darkness. Step 3: Turn him against his beloved Church.

He just had to ignore Father Graham’s name appearing as a soul mark on his skin.

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The Dispersal Method

Author: victorine

Artist: hit_the_books

Rating: Explicit

Length: 16,906

Ships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

Warnings: no archive warnings apply, sex pollen, dubious consent (mutual as both are exposed to pollen), consensual choking (brief), unrecommended lube alternatives

Tropes:

sex pollen, honeypot Will, crime-scene sex, sex in the Bentley, “Is Hannibal in love with me?”, secret surprise trope (no spoilers)

Summary:

It’s a normal fall day in the forest for Will Graham. Dead body in front of him, cannibal psychiatrist behind him, the usual. Then Will brushes against the wrong flower, and suddenly neither he nor Hannibal can keep their hands off each other. Now Will must navigate his way out of the crime scene and Jack’s scrutiny while also trying not to jump Hannibal’s bones at every opportunity.

Well, one out of three ain’t bad.

Set nebulously in s2, post-Will’s release from the BSHCI. Will’s a conflicted honeypot, Hannibal’s a (not-so) secretly-besotted asshole, and nobody has brought enough lube.

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Mozzie’s Mass in C Minor

Author: @sihaya74 (AO3 MadhouseMuse)

Artist: @MissLunaKitty (AO3 MargotBloom)

Rating: Explicit

Length: 7,395 words

Ships: Hannigram

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tropes: Post-Fall Cuba, Murder Husbands, Cannibalism, Will the Boat Mechanic, Night at the Symphony.

Summary:

After a few years laying low in Cuba, Hannibal and Will attend the national symphony in Havana. There, they have a fateful meeting with an American politician on vacation. You know what happens. :) THIS PROJECT IS DEDICATED TO OUR HERO AND OUR FANDOM KING - BRYAN FULLER, WITH MUCH LOVE FROM LUNA AND SIHAYA.

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the price of anything

Author name: neila777

Artist name: G0UGER

Rating: Gen

Length: 9,101

Ships: Hannibal/Will

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Tropes used: Magic AU, Hannibal cooks for Will, Chicken Soup

Summary:

There’s magic here. Not just magic, but powerful magic. Dangerous magic. It’s woven through the walls and lights and air, shifting and settling as Hannibal moves through the space.

A door at the back of the store opens suddenly and in walks a man carrying a pile of books that he sets on the glass counter. His face is framed by dark brown curls as he leans over the volumes, peering over his glasses. To Hannibal, the image of it feels like something one would see in a painting — a carefully sculpted subject posed to catch the light just right as he’s absorbed his work.

Or: Hannibal stumbles into Will’s magic shop and the two are instantly drawn to each other, but they’ll have to face their secrets as they grow closer together.

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Contempt of Courtly Love

Author: Sergeant_Sawyer

Artist: scarletmothlet

Rating: Teen

Word count: 3,100

Ships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

Warnings: Major character death, spoilers

Tropes: Murder husbands, ficlet collection

Summary:

8 ways in which Will and Hannibal’s relationship does (or doesn’t) correlate with principles of Courtly Love.

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The Boogeyman

Author:  Call_Me_Clarence

Artist: hit_the_books

Rating: Mature

Length: 20,636

Ships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Blood and gore, Implied bottom Will, Implied top Hannibal, Brainwashing of a minor, No underage sex, Kidnapping of an underage victim, Capture bonding (Not between Will and Hannibal), Domestic violence (Not between Will and Hannibal), Alcohol use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol abuse/Alcoholism, Murder, Sexual content, Frottage, Frottage for a case, First Kiss, Hannibal is still a serial killer but blink and you’ll miss the hints

Tropes: Bestfriend Bev, There was only one bed, Snuggling for warmth, Encephalitis Will, Case fic

Summary:

Will and Hannibal head to Minnesota to solve the case of The Boogeyman, a serial killer who hides under victims’ beds and waits for them to fall asleep before attacking.  There’s only one hotel room available, and even worse, only the one bed. As they get closer to the killer they find themselves getting closer to each other.

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a siphon; to pass through

Author: chaparral_crown

Artist: merrythoughts

Rating: Mature

Length: 71,226

Ships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Medical Trauma, Chronic Illness, Blood and Gore

Tropes: Sick Fic, Vampires, Meet Cute

Summary:

For approximately ten minutes, Will entertains the possibility that the whole evening before had been a very vivid dream, not because he is particularly doubtful of his memory, but because Doctor Lecter - Hannibal - doesn’t leave any evidence of his visit, no matter where Will’s keen eyes look for it. And he does look for it. — Will Graham’s encephalitis comes from an unexpected source - late onset type 1 diabetes. Between the betrayal of his body, and the strange doctor that he meets on an arrest, he’s not so sure he’s not experiencing a relapse, or if the dead have actually risen to clear out his cabinet of liquor and blood sugar.

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Fever

Author: Hannibalsimago

Artist: Sarah the Artiste

Rating: Mature

Length: 15,972

Ships: Hannibal/Will, Hannigram

Warnings: sickfic; Comfort/Angst, no other major warnings from AO3

Tropes: Domestic AU, Chicken Soup, Sickfic

Summary:

After the Fall, Will and Hannibal have settled into an asexual, monogomous, altogether ordinary domestic life together. For Hannibal it’s easy. He’s vowed to accept any restrictions that Will sets in place, just so he can share a lifetime with him.

And as for Will, he is resolutely determined not to change anything about what their lives are like now. Their past was full of unsaid feelings and buried emotions. So much deception and pain inflicted upon each other. Will has no desire to go back to that hurtful chaos. This way is better, he tells himself. After all, why mess up something that’s working? He doesn’t have to unpack any painful memories, deal with past sorrows. Life is good.  

That is, until Hannibal becomes gravely ill and Will is faced with hard truths.

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I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing

Author: obfuscatedheart

Artist: Ani Louhetar

Rating: Explicit

Length: ~20,000

Ships: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham

Warnings: Graphic description of violence, A/B/O typical sexism, Alpha!Hannibal, Omega!Will

Tropes: Royalty AU, Alpha/Beta/Omega society

Summary:

Will is set to inherit his father’s throne that is until he presents as an omega. He knows that he will be married off to someone who will take over the throne. A potential match is Mason Verger, who is violently anti omegas. Rather than be bonded to Mason Verger he instigates a war. To help his father to win the war he goes to a neighboring kingdom to ask for help. Along the way he meets the mysterious alpha Hannibal in the woods. Is he worth risking everything for?

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Open Your Wild Eye

Author: ChibiTabatha

Artist: Tulip

Rating: Explicit

Length: 34,988

Ships: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham, Will Graham & Beverly Katz

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Bottom Will, Violence, Murder, Minor Character Death, Animal Illness, Minor Frederick Chilton/Will Graham

Summary:

Will is a struggling college student, his job cuts his hours again and Bev suggests that he becomes a sugar baby. After the first date was a flop, he gives Hannibal Lecter a chance. The man isn’t put off by his abrasive personality and they grow closer together.

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And that’s it!

If you’d like to see the AO3 Collection head on over to the Hannigram Tropefest 2022 Collection.

~ hit_the_books

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King Steve's Secret

Summary: Steve likes Eddie’s best friend you. But his King Steve mentally doesn’t let him go through with it till one night. Of course, you do not believe him, what will he do next? 

Trope: King Steve x metalhead!reader 

Warning: Use of Y/N, cussing, bad writing, small talk of bad family, small talk of fight. 

Word count : 1.2k 

Steve had a huge secret he had a crush. No not on Tammy Thompson not Nancy Wheeler or Stacy Atwood, he had a huge crush on Y/N L/N Eddie Munson’s best friend. He doesn’t know why but one day freshman year when him and his friends were bulling Eddie you came to his rescue. The way that you yelled at them, the fire in your eyes, how you protected him, made his eyes turn into hearts. After that day he would push you a little more, find you a way to bully you because that was the only way to talk to you when people were around. He started to stare at you more you have always been pretty the black makeup did something for him, but one time he past your house and saw you fresh face he thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. Shit he was truly falling for you. 

You and Eddie have been best friends since preschool. You were the same person, you showed him comics books he taught you dnd at the age of 10, his mom left your dad left, you both shared your love of metal music, you tried to set up each others parents together but they both ended up in jail, now you are setting up your aunt and uncle together. You were each other platonic soulmate, you were each other first kiss the summer of your freshman year but nothing was there you both gagged after. Eddie was bullied a lot you were his knight in shining armor always there with him. King Steve being the main villain, you always thought he was cute but would look at yourself then the girl he hung out, total opposite, he doesn’t push them around or call them names like he does you so your crush that was so wrong never left your mind, except that one night in Eddie’s room but what happens there stays in there. Your thought were interrupted by the man himself Steve “Alright listen freaks” you and Eddie both rolled your eyes “I’m having a party Friday night and y’all are coming” “Why would we come” you shot back “You both live in trailers right everyone know of your business so come with the supplies or don’t come at all” he sassed then left winking at you “Did he just-” “Shut the fuck up” “You have a chance-” “Hey rules” “Right sorry” 

He watched in anger as Eddie put is arm around you. You were Steve’s party Eddie was selling and you two were two peas in a pot, he may or may not have invited you and Eddie just to see you but that blew up in his face. You whispered something to Eddie as you got up and squeezed his hand. Oh how he wanted to feel your hand on his, he only felt your hand once on his skin when you slap the shit out of him. He followed you as you went upstairs he mad dog Eddie when he passed him. He saw you go upstairs into the bathroom and waited for you to come out, now is his time he thought. He hears the toilet flush and the water goes off as you watch your hand; he feels his heart beating fast here goes nothing. You open the door and was met with Steve’s chest, you flunked the reminding water off your hand to his face “Can I help you” “Um ye-yes" fuck I just stutter stupid Steve she is just another girl “Spit it out” you spat “Right um will you go out with him” you bark out a laugh and wiped a fake tear “Good one Harrington unlike the other girls in this town I don’t fall for you” you lied, you secretly hope that this was true but you knew your status a freak. “No I’m being serious-” “Was this some joke are Tommy and Carol going to jumped out and laugh-” your face dropped “Is this so way to distract me for your friend could get Eddie” “No I-” you both hear something break the shouting and people yelling FIGHT FIGHT, No not now Steve thought. You scoffed and ran down stair “Y/N please this wasn’t planned I promise” You ran to Eddie and tear him away from the boy, he face all bruised a blood “Fuck you all” you screamed as you grabbed Eddie and your things. “Y/N” Steve followed you out “I truly mean it-” “Steve not now ok” “But” “No do you really except me to believe you you are drunk probably high and all you do is hurt me and Eddie so no Steve I'm not going to believe you man up are try again later when you aren’t drunk and not a dick” you snapped. Steve didn’t know what to do. 

You and Eddie weren’t at school the following Monday or Tuesday or that week, the jocks got him pretty good. You stay with him thinking that it was your fault, you left him he tried to convince you that it wasn’t but you were too stubborn. Friday you had to grab your and Eddie’s school work that you missed and groceries, that what Steve overheard you say to Jeff when you walked in the school. Steve quickly jumping into his car he was going to ask the one person that knew you the best Eddie. The quickly knocked on his trailer down Eddie opened it with fear in his eyes “Hey listen I didn’t do anything out I been home and-” “Hey I'm not here to beat you up I want to talk” Eddie let me in. Steve told Eddie everything leaving Eddie speechless “You like my best friend” “Yes and I'm sorry about everything do you know how I can get her to believe me” “Well she should be here in a few so might as well stay and talk to her. 

When you pulled into Eddie’s lawn you saw Steve car “Shit SHit Shit” you quickly unbuckled your seat belt and ran into the trailer “Whoa killer chill” Eddie joke “Stevie boy here as something to say” You stare at Steve “Y/N listen what I said at the party was true just bad timing I swear I didn’t know that they were going to beat the shit out of him” “Hey” Eddie said “Sorry but he right” you answered “Wow” “But I really do like you and please like me take you on a take after if you don't want to see me again I promise I will leave you alone knowing that I went on a date with the prettiest girl in Hawkins” you blushed “Aw shes blushing” “Eddie” you snapped “Sorry” “Um Steve I would like that as long as you stop being a dick and your friends too” “I will stop I promise and try with my friends” “Good” “Good” “Good now stop staring at each other a go”. The date went amazing on Monday you walked in with Steve arm around you. 

[nicromancytarot]

thank you for explaining in such detail!

my problem is i cant seem to let go of this one kpop idol, ik its so unrealistic that we would ever date and i bitterly regret not doing something cool like music before the internet came about its been an interest of mine for pretty much over a decade and due to unhelpful situations i never stuck to anything or not being sure of what i wanted to do. my other issue there is a bit of an age gap, not by a much but its like i cannot stop thinking of them, even if there r other celebs i could be obsessing about i still always seem to go back to this one idol in particular even if theres dozens of other idols i could crush on or theres other groups i might follow it still seems ro lead me back to this one idol specifically and its very annoying. i cannot even take a break from liking him its constant every other day he pops in my head like a fucking lightbulb and i immediately then regret not doing something really cool with my life bc then maybe id have small chance of meeting him at least but alas never going to happen

i have only dreamt of them once or twice i forget the exact amount yet that was only after i had watched a reading for them so that was bizzarre bc a) i dont dream much, b) if i do they usually dont make much sense anyway and c) i have yet to have any dreams of kpop idols full stop like askde from one other idol i have barely had any dreams feature idols except for this one guy, twice, i knew it was him right off the bat

my other issue is any other celeb i have ever liked recently have been of similar water sign to this idol almost like a weird pattern. i have been told my fs is footballer (premier league? i presume could be wrong theres other leagues too and i have been to several matches albiet not recently) but i dont know how much to believe in it, i asked someone else they said it was soulmate connection, i asked someone else once again they said i had seen them but not met them and they didnt think much of me

yet i keep going back to this other kpop idol all the damned time i swear im not their fs and im not connected to them in any way again i dont think anyone would bother dating me at this age with my lack of dating experience might not interest anyone and tbqfh im not fussed if i dont date but im still curious as to who they are or if id truly love them but at the samr time again i dont particularly want to be so delulu about it and be like oh my god i have to date them i need a relationship and be so desperate about it i think that would be off putting if it was forced like that

sorry for my rambling but it was such an interesting topic that i hope u dont mind me sharing my experiences so far with tarot and lately an interest in divination

I like to think that any connection we make whether it be through the internet or in person, there is always a reason for it, this person could be the gateway to you understanding how you’d like to be treated in the future by your next partners and future spouse. It’s definitely normal to have a crush on a celebrity so don’t feel bad about that, you’ll definitely meet your future spouse soon enough with the right decisions and choices, by that point you’ll hopefully be able to let go of this idol that you feel so much for.

Perhaps they were connected to you in a past life and that’s why they still serve such a purpose in your life now.

My future spouse and I served a few lives together where we were all different things, going from soulmate friends in one, to absolute worst enemies in the next, and then owing our lives to each other in the one after that. I’m not quite too sure of his purpose in my life this time around, I assume this is my last life so it would make sense to connect with him one last time in the physical.

You may find that this idol is someone who shapes you to be the person that you want to be, perhaps he will push you to get back into music, I’m also working on becoming a musician lmao, that’s how my future spouse and I shall meet (which makes almost no sense since he pretty much will be out of the influencing circle by then, but whatever fate wants I suppose) He may not be there for you to be romantically involved with, but his presence could cause you to try and make something out of those discarded dreams of yours, which could eventually bring you to be with your future spouse.

[farfromharry]

. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ New Year’s 2022 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ .

total works; 16 , total word count; 225,207

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[ january ]

you talk too much - peter parker

Summary: Peter cannot fall in love with a criminal, he can’t, right? So why does he find you so attractive and charming? And will mr stark be mad at him for accidentally kissing you after you wouldn’t shut up?

the nurse’s office - peter parker

Summary: Sometimes Peter forgets about his super strength. He simply wanted to put Brad Davis in his place when he tried to make a mockery of him, and now he was sitting in the nurses office with a very pretty, very concussed girl; oh and it was all his fault.

[ february ]

the set up - peter parker

Summary: For Valentine’s day Peter really wants to take you out somewhere, bad blood aside just to have an evening as normal kids. But it all goes wrong when you believe he set the whole thing up to capture you.

[ march ]

our little secret - tom holland

Summary: Why plan a luxurious wedding when you could just get married in the moment? Except you and Tom kept it a secret from the world, so when the secret finally unravels at Harrison’s wedding, will everyone think you’re just trying to steal the spotlight?

nothing more, nothing less - tom holland

Summary: tom’s always been told that you and him would fall in love one day, and when you don’t he begins to think something’s wrong with him. that is until his mum tells him about platonic soulmates.

[ april ]

right person, wrong universe - peter parker

Summary: You're convinced that Peter Parker was your soulmate in this and every universe that may exist. What happens when he loses you, ends up stuck in another universe and has that idea proved right all in a short span of time?

in my dreams - peter parker

Summary: Death happens at the most unexpected times, and we’re never ready for it. But Peter wasn’t ready to leave you in heart until he knew you’d moved on and you were ready to give your heart to someone that wasn’t him.

[ may ]

the bet - harry holland

Summary: Harry Holland was a dick, a dick that agreed to make a bet against one of the sweetest people he’d ever met. However his conscience got the better of him and he had to let you know, but you took it better than expected and of course you had a trick up your sleeve that let everything work out for the both of you.

[ june ]

the angel and the devil - eddie munson

Summary: The two of you met at a halloween costume in polar opposite outfits. What started as Eddie being a gentleman and helping out a drunk girl, turned into a rapidly blooming crush. He believed it to be one sided after he thought you were avoiding him, but you were falling hard too, just too shy to admit to the guy you nearly puked on that he was kind of cute.

the dance - eddie munson

Summary: Who in their right mind would want to take time from their own prom to dance with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson? Answer: you. He was alone on the bleachers with the cutest pouty face and you couldn’t stand to see him like that, though he knew it was probably out of pity anyway. But little did he know you had had a budding crush on him since the second time he repeated his senior year. Now you were both seniors (again) and this might be your last chance to tell him.

the freak and his girlfriend - eddie munson

Summary: The two of you go on more dates together until Eddie finally gets the perfect green light to officially ask you to be his girlfriend. Spoiler alert, Steve still doesn’t approve.

[ july ]

beth - eddie munson

Summary: Eddie’s trying to navigate adulthood after a baby is dropped on him from a prior hookup. He tries his best for the baby girl and does well, things are made even easier with the help of his friends around him. When he meets you his life flips again, and although it takes a while to admit your feelings, he eventually ends up with a family he never expected he would have.

[ august ] + [ september ]

apparently i posted no fics in this time

[ october ]

always had you - steve harrington

Summary: You and Steve had terrible luck when it came to dating. It wasn’t until it was pointed out to you, that maybe that was because you were in love with your best friend.

[ november ]

long live the hero - eddie munson

Summary: After Eddie almost dies in the upside down, Steve and Dustin need to take him somewhere that he can get help, only a wanted criminal can’t go to a hospital; so they take him to you. They’re not completely unaware about your history together, but they, nor you, suspected that history would start to repeat itself and you would find yourself falling for Eddie Munson all over again. 

i put a spell on you - eddie munson

Summary: Eddie stumbles upon a house in the middle of the woods that contains something he never expected. What happens next is a lot of crazy shit, that takes him on a rollercoaster of emotions. But what he got out of it was a pretty great girlfriend and confirmation that magic was real, and badass.

[ december ]

in another life - eddie munson

Summary: Eddie bumps his head after a fight with you and experiences two separate dreams of what his life could be like if things with you were different. When he wakes up back in your arms afterwards, he learns to appreciate what he has.

[justfandomwritings]

Fanfiction Recommendations Masterlist

Fandoms I-Z

Law and Order: SVU

Rafael Barba/OC

The Wrong Room: complete; Rated M; Rafael Barba is on vacation with some old friends

Mi Vida: in progress, explicit, Rafael Barba finds love in a rather unexpected place with a rather unexpected person

Recovery: complete; Rated M; Hattie goes from councelor to victim and Barba is there to help her find herself again.

The Other Half of my Soul: Rated E; Barba and his girlfriend have a lot of work to put in

Little Women

Laurie/Amy

my lord, my lady: Rated E; complete; Laurie has an affinity for the title, but only when Amy uses it.

Mrs. Laurence: Rated E; complete; Laurie and Amy get married in a cute little ceremony.

Lost in Translation: Rated E; complete; Amy maaaay have overreacted a bit.

Marvel

Bucky Barnes/OC

If I Could Bring You Back Home: complete; oneshot; Rated M; she’s moved on from Bucky, but it hasn’t gone well.

Friends to Lovers to Complete and Utter Idiots: complete; Rated M; the title sort of explains it all, they’re friends; then they’re lovers; then they’re idiots.

Now We’re Even: complete; oneshot; Rated M; Bucky runs into the next to last person he expected to see in this bar, but it works out for the best.

Haven: complete; Rated M; a nameless man shows up on Iris’s doorstep holding out her ad.

These Ties That Bind: complete; Rated G; soulmates were long gone by the time she get her mark

Loki/OC

Music Maker: complete; oneshot; Rated M; a girl held captive on Asgard finds a kindred spirit in Loki (The best Marvel oneshot I’ve ever read)

After the Fall: complete; Rated M; After he falls in Thor, Loki runs to the only person he wants to see in his time of need. Has a worthy, well written, incomplete sequel; spin off; and one shot

Peter Parker/OC

Goddamn It Peter: in progress; Rated E; Reader gets accepted to their dream college and finds out Peter Parker is her roommate.

Catch and Release: in progress; Rated T; After Spider-Man No Way Home, Peter isn’t sure he’ll ever find his MJ

It All Leads to You: in progress; Rated M; you save a cat, and Peter saves you.

Me Before You

Will/Lou

This Time Around: complete; oneshot; Rated M; a fix-it fanfiction of everything wrong with that romance

MurderBot Diaries

A.R.T./OC

Squish: complete; Rated E; Murderbot accidentally binds to a CSU's handler. It doesn't want to be a pet bot's handler.

Once Upon A Time

Peter Pan/OC

Say You’ll Remember: complete; rated T; Kidnapped with Henry and taken to Neverland, she’s found by an old flame

No One Escapes: complete; rated T; she owes Rumple a debt, a debt she plans to repay by finding Baelfire, which she does… sort of.

Felix/OC

Innocence: complete; Rated T; Doomed to be wanted by every man she’s ever met, she escapes to Neverland.

Pirate of the Caribbean

Jack Sparrow/OC

A Pirate’s Life For Me: in progress; Rated T; Elizabeth’s twin sister may look like her, but they are very different people. Except for their fascination with the sea.

Pride and Prejudice

Mr. Darcy/Elizabeth Bennet

Passion at Pemberly: in progress, explicit, post-book/movie scenes from the marriage of Darcy and Elizabeth.

Curiosity: complete, explicit, Elizabeth stumbles upon Darcy in a compromising position.

A Little More Time At Pemberly: complete; Rated E; What if Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth had a little more time together at Pemberley before news of Lydia’s elopement reached them?

Primeval

Becker/Jess

Just Pretend: complete; Rated T; Becker asks for Jess’s help dealing with his family, and it slowly descends into romantic comedy gold.

A Future Move: complete; one shot; Rated K; an anomaly opens in the ARC and shows the team a glimpse of their future.

Blast From the Past: complete; one shot; Rated T; Becker stumbles upon a familiar 10 year old in need of his help

Concussion: complete; Rated M; Becker has to stay awake, and Jess says some rather suggestive things to keep him up.

Distractions: complete; Rated T; Jess ends up in the line of fire, and Becker has to confront his feelings.

Into the Woods: complete; one shot; Rated T; Jess goes with the team on a mission, and Becker isn’t happy about it.

Control: complete; Rated M; Becker needs Jess, not that he can ask for her to help him with this of all things.

Head of Security Saving the Field Coordinator: complete; Rated T; Becker wants to get drunk, but this jerk in the bar won’t leave a girl alone

Queen’s Gambit

Benny Watts/OC

Meet You There: in progress; rated T; she travels to chess tournaments to support her cousin even though she knows nothing about it, till she finds someone to explain it.

Sherlock

Mycroft/OC

International Relations: complete; Rated M; Mycroft runs into a woman in a bar, and she is definitely not a goldfish.

Mycroft’s Woman: complete; oneshot; Rated T; Mycroft has met his match

His Match: complete; Rated T; Mycroft finds himself kidnapped with a beautiful, intelligent woman

Stargate

John /Jennifer

Fancy Alien Elevators Can Be Dangerous: complete; Rated M; John and Jennifer get caught in a fancy alien elevator.

John/ OC

One Night: complete; Rated M; A one night vacation from work on Atlantis turns into more

Ronon/Jennifer

The Storm: complete; oneshot; Rated K; A rescue mission turns complicated when the storm strikes early

Ronon/OC

To Run or To Hide: complete; Rated M; Ronon’s been on the run for a while when he meets a woman with a lot in common with him.

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington/OC

Lawful Good: complete; Not Rated; Dustin’s sister Lottie gets roped into his and his friends problems in Stranger Things Season 2 and meets Steve along the way.

I Want You To Show Me: complete; oneshot; Rated E; Steve finds the reader in her personal spot after the Snow Ball

Terra Nova

Maddy/Reynolds

The Reality of Denial: complete; Rated T; Reynolds is in denial

Snapshots of Mark and Maddy: complete; Rated T; a series of oneshots from Mark and Maddy’s marriage in Terra Nova

Missed Conversations and Love Declarations: complete; oneshot; Rated K; after he’s wounded, Maddy waits for Mark to wake up at his bedside.

Top Gun Maverick

Hangman/OC

Top Fuck: in progress, Rated E, Some locals near the Hard Deck start a bit of a competition with the unwitting Top Gun pilots.

Twilight

Demetri/OC

Hide and Seek: complete; Rated T; Demetri falls in love with a woman he can’t seem to catch.

Fate’s Decision: complete; oneshot; Rated T; Demetri life changes when he goes back to check on a coven he spared.

Marcus/OC

The Psychic: in progress; Rated M; Aro finally finds his Psychic, but Marcus finds something more.

Jasper/OC

Carpe Diem: In Progress; Rated M but current chapters are only worth of T; Jasper finally finds his real mate in the course of New Moon.

Major Issues: In Progress; not rated; Jasper encounters a girl in the school library. Struggling with his self-control, he manages not to kill her by talking to her and reminding himself to not think of her as prey, but as a person.

Sam/Emily

Always the Quiet Ones: complete; oneshot; Rated M; an alternate universe where Sam and Emily meet under more desirable circumstances

Seth/OC

Imprinting Has Advantages: complete; Rated M; a collection of oneshots of Seth’s life with his mate

Jared/Kim

You Belong to Me: complete; Rated M; Jared’s first day back at school has an unexpected result

Vampire Diaries

Kol/OC

Dream A Little Dream of Me: in progress; Rated M; Elena’s sister finds herself dreaming of a man who she can’t see the face of but who is clearly about to become a very important part of her life.

Tyler/OC

Dances With Wolves: complete; Rated M; in rural Virginia, Tyler runs into a woman in need of his help

Witcher

Jaskier/OC

Soul of a Warrior: complete; Rated M; Nissa is sick of her monotonous life in her small, boring town when a witcher and a bard arrive.

[walker-extended-universe]

Mixed Feelings

Written for AUgust 2023- Day 2: Soulmates

Ships: Sadie/August

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe- Soulmates, First Meetings, Breaking Bonds, Hurt, Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals

Taglist: @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1

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August was a romantic who believed in soulmates. How could he not, when there were soulmates all around him? He grew up watching his parents and grandparents be perfect matches for each other.

Sure, he knew not everyone found their soulmate and they were perfectly happy without them, like Uncle Liam. There were even plenty of people that found their soulmates after they were in an established relationship with someone else and chose not to pursue that. But he also knew how special that soulmate bond could be. He saw it in his parents, who were lucky to meet young. He saw it in his grandparents, who both gave up committed relationships to take the plunge with each other. 

Maybe he wasn’t going to sit around waiting for his soulmate but was it so wrong to dream about meeting the perfect person for him?

—---

Sadie was not a romantic and she didn’t really believe in soulmates. How could she be, when she hardly saw any soulmates around her except on TV? Her mother never found hers and never needed one. She had Sadie and her friends and that was just fine with her. Most of the couples she knew at the library weren’t soulmates either. 

It may have been a practice in the past to wait until you found your soulmate before marriage and children but, like a lot of traditions, it just wasn’t practical, especially in this day and age. With 9 billion people in the world, what were the odds she’d actually find her supposed soulmate? She wasn’t even sure she wanted to.

She knew what was supposed to happen. There was supposed to be a spark at first touch and then they’d be able to read each others’ minds. How anyone could find that romantic was beyond her.

Honestly, Sadie would be perfectly happy if she never met her soulmate. She’d even go as far as to say she’d prefer it if she never did.

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The first time soulmates meet is always unexpected. People rarely find their soulmates on a dating app or at a singles mixer. Soulmate meetings happen during everyday activities, such as going on a morning jog or running errands at the local strip mall. It was a mixture of fate, destiny, and a little bit of luck.

Those forces are what brought these two souls together on an unlikely day.

Sadie Yoo came to The Side Step bar to meet friends of her late long-lost father. August Walker came to The Side Step to help set up for the charity concert taking place later that day. When they shook hands, everything changed.

The moment their hands connected, there was a spark. It wasn’t anything like either of them read or heard about before. It wasn’t a gentle spark or like fireworks. It was hot, almost burning, and stung even after Sadie jerked her hand away. A flood of emotions crashed through their minds, like a tidal wave after destroying a protective wall.

August was overjoyed. And why wouldn’t he be? He’d found his soulmate! Sure, it wasn’t quite like all the stories he heard, but that was okay. He was just happy to be here.

Sadie was confused. What were the odds that she’d find her soulmate here of all places? And this guy? Really? Sure he was cute but based on all the heart emojis she felt exploding in her brain, he was naive and over the top. Not exactly her ideal partner.

August reached for her again and she stepped back. “I-I have to go.” Saide ran out of the bar without a word to anyone else and tried to ignore the pang of disappointment seeping from her soulmate.

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It took a few days for their connection to sort itself out. This meant that there was no longer a free flow of thoughts and feelings from one brain to the other. Sadie and August had to deliberately send something to each other for it to come through, something Sadie was eternally grateful for. She didn’t want someone else digging around in her head. It was scary enough with just her in there. 

The only problem is that August. Would. Not. Shut. Up.

Good morning, Good night, I saw a cool rock, What kind of flowers do you like, on and on the messages went. He didn’t pester her for a response, which was nice, but he. Just. Didn’t. Stop.

Geri kept insisting she give him a chance. “He’s a nice boy and he is your soulmate. What’s the harm?” 

Sadie just counted herself lucky that the Walker family was mostly staying out of it (though she did catch Stella giving her a side-eye from time to time).

She wasn’t scared of all this soulmate nonsense or anything like that. This just wasn’t something she wanted. She didn’t want someone else in her head. She didn’t want to be tied down to another person for eternity. And she didn’t want to be the weirdo or “heartless bitch” that turned down her soulmate. She didn’t ask for any of this. She just came here to find out more about her dad.

This is why she never wanted to meet her soulmate. They just made things complicated.

After about a week of dealing with side-eyes and well meaning advice and a far-too-frequent look into the mind of August Walker, Sadie had had enough. There had to be a way out of this. So, she started researching soulmates and how to block them.

Most of the information she found warned her against doing it. The connection may never be restored. There was little research on the extent of the effects of cutting off a soulmate so there was no way to know if it was even safe to do so. She found little anecdotal evidence of good or bad results. But there was a way to do it.

It couldn’t be that bad, could it?

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Cordell got home from a long day at the office and smiled when he smelled dinner cooking in the kitchen of the farmhouse. Though he and August never did move off of the ranch, he had made efforts to put up some more strict boundaries between him and his parents, especially when it came to raising August. So, more often than not, they had dinner here instead of at the main ranch house. He tried to come home earlier so they could work together but August was pretty competent in the kitchen by himself (more than Cordell had been at his age despite Abeline’s best efforts) so a lot of times he ended up cooking by himself, like tonight.

Based on the variety of smells coming from the kitchen, August had been experimenting. That was good. He’d been feeling down since his soulmate literally ran away from him. Cordell could tell August was trying to stay positive but it didn’t look like Sadie was turning around and changing her mind anytime soon. As sympathetic as he was to his son’s situation, Cordell couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that Sadie wasn’t going to be his daughter-in-law anytime soon. “I have no idea what you’re making but it smells amazing,” he called from the entry way while he hung his hat and jacket.

He paused fishing his keys out of his pocket when he didn’t get a response. “Augie?” he called, walking further into the house. He started running when a low groan answered him. “August!”

August was curled up on the kitchen floor, groaning and clutching at his chest. Cordell cursed softly and tried to get him to sit up. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Hurts,” August whimpered before falling unconscious.

Cordell didn’t remember the ride to the hospital, nor calling his family, but somehow they all ended up there. It was probably only a few hours since he brought August in but it felt like years before the doctors came to him with a diagnosis.

“We weren’t sure what it was since it happens so rarely, but the best we can figure is that he’s suffering from Rejection.” The doctor explained that, on the extremely rare occasion that a person’s soulmate cuts off their connection, both parties experience various levels of symptoms. It can be as mild as depression or as serious as a coma. “Basically, he’s got a broken heart. And there’s no medicine in the world that can fix that.”

There’s an implication in that statement. That nothing can be done. That August is going to be this frail and weak husk of himself forever. That all the family can do is keep him comfortable until he finally passes on (too soon, it’s always too soon with them).

The next thing he’s aware of his Geri’s hand on his shoulder and her gentle words in his ear that it’s all going to be okay, they just need to be there for August and he’ll get better, Cordi, don’t worry.

He knows, logically, that this isn’t her fault. He knows Geri’s been telling Sadie to give August a chance and telling August not to give up. He knows Geri loves August like her own child and doesn’t want to see him like this anymore than Cordell does. He knows that she would do anything to make this better.

But all his grief-stricken mind can remember is that she’s the reason Sadie and August even met in the first place and that they wouldn’t be here right now otherwise. He shrugged her hand off. “You wanna help?” he snapped. “Then go talk to that girl and ask her what the hell she did to my son.” He saw the hurt on his best friend’s face and the shock on everyone else’s, but at that moment, he didn’t care.

He just wanted August to be okay. Was that too much to ask?

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Of course Sadie heard about what happened to August. It was impossible for her not to. And she felt awful about it. She’d known there would be risks to both of them but she didn’t think it would be this severe….

She should go visit August. She should apologize and try to explain herself. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t bear to see him like that and know it was her fault.

She ran away instead. Just packed up her suitcase and sped out of Austin in the middle of the night. She just needed some space. She needed to think. She needed to figure out why she felt a dull ache deep inside of her, like there was a hole that needed to be filled. She needed to figure out why purposefully cutting off her connection to a boy she just met hurt almost as much as losing her mother. All she knew was that she couldn’t get any of those answers under the judgemental eyes of the Walker clan.

She drove for days, only stopping for gas or to sleep. She didn’t know where she was going; she just knew she wasn’t there yet. She slept in the car most nights, tossing and turning in the back seat while echoes of August’s thoughts bounced around her head. Sometimes, she’d see things that reminded her of him and feel a pang of sadness that she couldn’t share them. Then she’d turn up the radio and try to drown out the thoughts of someone who didn’t belong there in the first place.

Her endless driving eventually ended at the library her mother used to work at. After her mother died, Sadie had lost almost everything to the government taking its “fair share”. But no one could take this little safe haven from her. She could remember countless days of wandering the stacks after school and helping run the kids’ section for extra pocket money in the summer. The library was home in its own way, a place she could breathe and think and just be.

She found a book, then went to her usual reading nook, sat down, and proceeded to stare blankly at the pages while her mind wandered back in the direction of her current problems.

Maybe cutting off the connection hadn’t been the right move. She’d known there would be risks. She’d known she wouldn’t be the only one affected. But finding out she’d had a soulmate was a bit overwhelming. She remembered how hard it was to differentiate her own thoughts and feelings from his for those first few days. That was why she never wanted a soulmate in the first place. The idea of being so intrinsically connected to another person, almost reliant on them, was scary.

But now the connection was gone and she didn’t feel any more like herself. She didn't feel any better or more at peace. If anything, she felt worse. She felt like a piece of herself was missing despite nothing really changing.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Cutting August off wasn’t supposed to hurt them; it was supposed to set them free. It was supposed to keep her safe and sane and let August go find someone who could really love him in a way Sadie didn’t think she could. This was supposed to make everything easier, not harder.

Time passed in a haze and she turned pages she wasn’t reading just for show. She bought a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream (Because it doesn’t really matter what temperature it is outside, does it August? Hot chocolate is always good.) from the cafe and choked it down without tasting it.

A couple sat at the table next to hers. One of them was talking excitedly about a book they just read and the other sat next to them with the dumbest, lovesick expression on their face. She watched them out of the corner of her eye and remembered Geri’s insistence that she give August a chance.

If she was being honest, she didn’t hate the idea of dating. She’d had plenty of boyfriends and a couple of girlfriends. She like dating and getting to know someone. Based on her limited experience with August, he probably would’ve made a nice boyfriend. He was nice and decently cute. He probably would’ve been the perfect gentleman, every girls’ dream.

She didn’t hate August. She just hated that she never got the chance to choose him.

She spent a few more hours moping in the stacks, wandering from the fiction books to the cook books to the mysteries to the non fiction. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the thing she didn’t even know she was looking for.

The Science of Soulmates: A Universal Truth or a Choice We All Need to Accept More?

She went back to her nook and started to read.

Soulmates were a fact of life; it didn’t matter if you wanted one or ran away as soon as you met yours. It was just something humans had to deal with. While some people jumped in without thinking, most people tread those waters a little more carefully. Studies showed that soulmates that took the time to date before jumping headfirst into a committed relationship reported being happier with their chosen life partner. Similar results were found for those who chose not to be with their soulmates and rather picked a partner from the general dating pool.

Sadie found every book and paper mentioned in the bibliography. She spent the next week reading through all of it, absorbing every last detail about why and how people chose to be with their soulmates or take another route.

Maybe she’d jumped the gun with August. Maybe she should’ve given him a chance. Maybe she should’ve ignored the judgemental looks and gentle pressure from the Walker family and just focused on her soulmate instead. Maybe they both would’ve been better off.

But maybe there was still a way to fix it. Maybe they still had a chance, even if they weren’t soulmates anymore.

Sadie returned her books and headed back to Austin. She needed to see August. She was ready to face her fate.

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“You should let her come in,” August said to his father, not looking up from the book Stella brought him earlier. He was feeling a little better than he did two weeks ago but he still wasn’t strong enough to leave the hospital yet. Cordell stayed with him most of the time and everyone else came by to visit. August didn’t mind having his dad around- this was probably the most father/son bonding time they’d had in months- but he did hate it when he went into Guard Dog mode.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m bedridden, not deaf,” August muttered, glaring at Cordell. “Sadie’s been coming by every day for the past week. You should let her in.”

“You’re telling me you actually want to see her?,” he asked incredulously. “She’s the reason you’re here in the first place!”

“And? I’m already in the hospital; what else could possibly happen?” Before Cordell could answer, August continued. “She’s probably here because she wants to apologize anyway. And you’re not helping.”

“But-”

“Dad. Let her in. I want to talk to her.”

His dad huffed but didn’t argue further, leaving the room and calling for Sadie. August set his book aside and smiled when Sadie finally entered the room. She looked beautiful, if a bit tired. He glared at his dad over her shoulder until he left them alone in the room. “Hey, Sadie.”

“Hi….” Sadie chewed on her bottom lip while she took everything in. “You look… better.”

“Yeah. Doctor said I should be able to leave in a few weeks maybe. You look good too.”

Sadie’s lips twitched in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smile and she moved closer to the bed. “I brought you some cookies; Geri gave me the recipe.” She handed him a plastic container full of what he recognized as the Sad Cookies his mom would make. “I hope they taste okay….”

“I’m sure they’re great.” August smiled and set the cookies aside. “How are you?”

Sadie snorted. “Pretty sure I should be asking you that. I’m not the one in the hospital. But… I’m okay. Been better but…been worse.”

August hummed. “I feel about the same.”

Sadie looked down at the hospital bed sheets. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly. “I know it’s all my fault. I was just- I was dumb and scared and- I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” Sadie sat in the plastic chair next to his bed. “I acted rashly and I didn’t think about the consequences. I mean, I knew there would be consequences but I didn’t think it’d be something like this. I thought- I thought it would be better this way. You could find someone who wanted to be with you and I wouldn’t have to deal with the soulmate crap. I didn’t…. I didn’t think it would hurt so much.”

“It’s-”

“I swear to god if you say that it’s okay I’m taking those cookies back home with me at eating them myself.”

August laughed. “Okay, okay, I won’t.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m serious, August. I really am sorry for all this. But…. I think there’s a way to fix it.” She pulled a binder out of her tote bag and handed it to him. “I’ve been doing a lot of research on soulmate bonds and how they grow stronger or weaker based on the relationship between the soulmates and I think- Well, okay there’s no real evidence for this because it hasn’t been studied- but I think there’s a chance we could get the bond back or-or remake it if… If we give this- us a chance.”

August flipped through the binder, not skimming over the pages. “You…did research?”

She shrugged. “Yeah…. My mom was a librarian; it’s in my blood.”

“And…you want the bond back.”

She nodded.

“But- I thought you didn’t want it.” I thought you didn’t want me. “I mean, you did break it; that’s not something you do on accident.”

Sadie looked at her feet. “It’s not that I didn’t like you or anything. I just- I don’t like being tied down. It’s selfish of me, I know, but I just- I came here to Austin to find out more about my dad and then all of a sudden I meet my soulmate and I’m forcibly welcomed into his family and- It was just a lot for me. And I never really cared about meeting my soulmate before so I wasn’t anywhere near ready for it. Honestly, being so intimately attached to someone… It scared me.” She looked back at him. “But I know now that breaking the bond was a mistake. And…. I think I’d like to give this a try. If you’re willing to put up with me.”

August smiled. “I think I want to give us a try too. If you’re willing to put up with me.”

Sadie really smiled for the first time since they met and a small spark lit up deep inside both of them.

[stressed-bird]

LMK Soulmate AU, (at the moment still shadowpeach centric)

Rewatching Overly Sarcastic Productions’ Journey To The West Part 1 because I will never be able to survive reading the actual non-summarized text to figure out what the heck I’m doing with this au and the monkies—since I am nothing if not thorough and determined

...to detail where their relationship began and how it implodes and gruesomely ends

(Nothing is set in stone, I am not above scrapping whole concepts until I get it right, assume everything as non-canon until it’s canon /lh)

What we’ve got is:

Basic world building, soulmates exist and many types of bonds exist—from pain-sharing to telepathy to even the mundane like soul-markings

(Little known knowledge of soulmates in-world being that these bonds can be suppressed or ignored into non-existence—if you wanted to live and exist without a soulmate, it’s your funeral my guy)

Meaning it’s very easy for some to find their other half, others meanwhile have the vaguely trail to follow and very few of those others have the determination to see it through to the end... or at least, that’s how it was during the times of rampant demons long before a certain monkey began to protect humans and ward the demons away from them

Shadowpeach’s specific bond is emotion-sharing

(because as much as I am a fan of angst and the painful possibility of Sun Wukong feeling how it feels to die and looking down to see the body of Macaque and that he killed him... have you seen how many fights this monkie gets into? I’m not mean enough to put Macaque through that)

No, they share something arguably more personal and hurtful. Feeling and knowing exactly what the other feels... up until they don’t—no, can’t, by way of others’ interferences with the demon monkies

Where shadowpeach first met face to face, it was on Mountain of Heart and Mind in the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars (yes im still watching the osp video as i write this)—the place where SWK first became immortal via his teacher-not-teacher and we do not address why Macaque is under the tutelage of this very illegal class from the immortal sage, it’s non-important (for you to know now anyways)

All that needs to be known is that the two monkey demons are now in close proximity and apparently the illegal immortality class lasts like 10 years so—needless to say after about 3,650 days the monkies are not dumb enough to not have realized at this point their emotion-sharing bond

Sun Wukong is more overtly thrilled and over the moon than Macaque about this but it’s not a problem, swk now can tell everything that he’s feeling is what Macaque is feeling and the other is nothing if not also glad at this development—there is no worry...

They fight demons, take riches, become heroes in their own rights, Mac gets kidnapped back to Flower Fruit Mountain and helps in militarizing the monkey population, normal stuff- happy monkey stuff even, all done side by side

Except there’s a lot of worries. Since as we know, Wukong is going to fight heaven eventually by way of his actions and Macaque is going to have a lot of feelings about that and the celestial war it’ll bring to FFM

Feelings that SWK does nip at the bud of as much as he can when he can, attempts to calm and reassure his fretful mate that everything will work out alright and that if anything else...

Macaque will never be alone and always have him as long as their bond remains

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Wildest dreams, pt. 11

Summary: A lot can change in a few days.

Warnings: angst, swearing, blood, mentions of death

Wildest Dreams Masterlist

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It’s day one without Paul. 

Whenever Y/N was met with difficulties in the past, she’d dive right into a distraction. Sometimes those distractions included books that would cloud the disasters of realities, other times it was a TV series that would give her a fictional crush to daydream about, but this time she didn’t think Agent Ressler would be enough to drag her away from the pain of being a human.

If fictional worlds and characters failed her, she turned to school; except this time she had a job to bury her head into. If there is anything true in this world it’s that working in Urgent care is never boring and she certainly didn’t hide her smile when the first patient came in just seconds after she put that baby pink Littmann stethoscope around her neck.

Perhaps it makes her a sadist, but the bloodier the situation, happier she was. It’s the thrill of having to make difficult decisions while racing against the clock that first drew her to medicine. Y/N always liked puzzles and going into medicine guaranteed that she’d live life on hard difficulty mode of the most complex puzzles that would come through the door.

The adrenaline rush occupied her body and brain, taking away the pain of Paul’s absence. It’s rather helpful for a short while, but she can’t keep it up forever. Despite popular opinion, not every patient who is admitted will be a sawing trees gone wrong accident. Eventually, she’ll be left alone with her thoughts.

But not today, she thinks as her lips curl in a small smile. Meeting the eye of the nurse she was meant to have dinner with but never did, her smile falters. Anyone who had seen her smile in the face of a struggling patient would find her insane. Bet he’s glad she didn’t show up for that date now.

As expected, once the patient was taken care of and safely moved to a ward, she found herself swarmed by her worrisome thoughts.

Paul has called her an imprint – a soulmate, a predetermined partner. If he had told her that earlier, before she truly felt the unmistakable tether connecting them, Y/N would proclaim him to be a madman. She would have gotten a restraining order and shooed him from her house like a pest needing to be exterminated, but she can’t now, can she?

After all, she felt the agony in his heart when she asked him to leave. Her heart had quivered as his bottom lip did and when his eyes filled with tears she felt as if she would fall to her knees and sob as if all the world’s sorrows found a home in her chest.

Most book lovers would marvel at the chance of having a soulmate, someone who has to love you regardless of what shit person you might be, they have to stay, right? It’s the whole point of the bond – there is no walking away without a fate worse than death.

So how come she did?

She doesn’t know if it’s forever, but for now, she needed the space, the time to fully dissect the meaning of Paul’s words and what her heart may feel. He’s part of it, that much she knows, he’s vowen in the very fabric of her being, but the thought of being his, of being property of someone? That gives her cause to run. It terrifies her more than anything for being someone’s by default gives them power; something she promised herself no one would hold over her. It isn’t an equal partnership she seeks, it’s codependent, bound to explode in her face eventually.

Yet despite knowing all that, she finds herself thinking of him. Is the sadness in his eyes gone now? Does he think of her as often as he crosses her mind? Does he share her fears or has he fully accepted fate’s choice?

Would he have wanted her if he didn’t imprint?

He says he’s cared for her since as long as he can remember, but the bond may have made him believe that. What if his memories and feelings were twisted by it all so that he cannot walk away?

Looking out on the parking lot, she finds no one waiting for her. She stayed a few hours longer than usual, yet a part of her hoped Paul would be there for her. She’s asking him to leave her alone and still she wishes for nothing more than to see his face now. Swallowing thickly, she closes her eyes. She can’t go home now. Paul is crawling through every neuron in her mind, clawing into them as if the ghost of him lingers within her, searching for that part of her brain that wanted to excise him out her life in order to parley in his name.

Turning on her heel, she walks back inside as a wave of desperation washes over her. If she were to walk home now, she wouldn’t go to her house; she’d go to Paul’s.

It’s day two without Y/N. Tapping his fingers on the table, Paul watched Emily as she prepared lunch. He had taken the morning to sleep after he had drowned his sorrows in the night. He stood there in the trees by the hospital, his dark eyes focused on the entrance. The angle was perfect to see inside, just where the nurses’ station is; where she often talks to them. He’d seen her walk by a few times, rushing – always rushing. It’s as if she can’t make herself stop, to truly allow herself the luxury of peace. 

Does she know of peace ever?

Paul waited and waited, unsure if he should walk out of the shadows and just talk to her. Perhaps he would have done so if he didn’t find himself in shambles moments before he had seen her outside the door.

It’s an unusual part of the bond most of the imprints fail to understand, but the shifters have a sense of their imprints’ emotions, of their torments. Most of them have learned to ignore the slighter changes in emotion in their day to day life, unless they need it to save themselves from an unnecessary argument, but the intense ones are impossible to tune out.

More intense the emotion, more likely the shifter feels it. For some it’s as simple as experiencing an alien feeling they can easily identify as their imprint, for others it’s like fighting a tidal wave as it drags them into the ocean.

For Paul, it was more like the latter.

All day her emotions were muffled, hidden almost, but now? The wave had crashed over him and he couldn’t fight it. Her eyes were searching the parking lot for him, he hoped, but he remained in the shadows as her eyes closed. She isn’t ready, he can sense it. If the mere thought of him, of them, is enough to cause these emotions, showing up would drive her insane.

So, as Paul watched her walk inside and dull the pain, he turned into the woods and headed home to a bottle of whiskey his father bought only two days before his untimely death. He sat in his father’s chair, the same one he watched him drink his youth away and he did the same; he drank until the alcohol levels in his blood were high enough to affect a wolf.

Now, all he wanted was breakfast. He didn’t feel Y/N, at all. Paul had learned it’s harder to feel her when she’s at work for when he’d focus all he’d get is a faster heartbeat and a headache. She must have stayed for the night shift and then continued to work her day shift too.

“You need a shower”, Emily remarks. “You stink.”

Smirking, Paul takes the pancake off the top. “Right after I finish these.”

“You’re lucky Quil didn’t come for breakfast”, she sits in the chair across from him. “You’d have to wait for dinner.”

“What about lunch?” Paul raises his brows before scoffing down a pancake.

“The boys are having lunch at Kim’s.”

Eyes wide, Paul glances at the door. If he hurries, she might save him a plate. After all, Kim tends to make the best lasagna he’s ever had and she only ever serves it for lunch.

“EAT THE PANCAKES”, Emily exclaims and he nods, quickly casting the delicious lasagna out of his mind. He’ll text Kim later and beg for leftovers.

Silently, he wiped the plate clean within minutes. If there’s one thing in life Paul has never joked about, it’s food. He’s always had a big appetite, being a wolf brought nothing new in his eating habits.

“She’ll come around”, Emily begins but Paul is quick to shake his head.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“You’re so convinced being in her life will cause her demise”, placing her hand over Paul’s causes him to tense up as she continues. “What if being away from her is the real reason?”

Licking his lips, Paul sighs. After all, it can be both. He doesn’t know why Y/N dies, just that she does and that image haunts every dream he’s had since he first saw her in the woods. Every dream, every night, but not last night – he didn’t dream, he was passed out and for the first time in his life, Paul understood his father. He didn’t drink because he found it fun, he did it so the betrayal of his wife didn’t sting so badly.

His dad must have had the gene that got passed onto him, perhaps he would have imprinted on his mother had he ever shifted. Maybe then she wouldn’t have cheated on him or dragged Paul away to Canada every holiday there possibly was, leaving his father alone in an eerily quiet house that was once a home.

“I’m scared of making the wrong choice”, Paul admits. “It doesn’t matter what I do, I can’t be sure she’ll be safe.”

“No”, Emily smiles sweetly, “but if you love her and do your best to protect her, no one will blame you regardless of the outcome. If you try, you’ll at least have time to love her and be loved by her.”

“Having her and losing her is worse than never having her at all. I’ve lived without her my whole life, I can live without her for whatever is left of it.”

Raising a brow, Emily gives his hand a light squeeze before pulling away. “And what was that life like? Meaningless one night stands and uncontrollable rage with regrets haunting your mind whenever the sun sets?”

Biting his lower lip, Paul shrugs. “It worked. For a while.”

“Isn’t the life with Y/N much better though? Or is the life you’re looking for at the bottom of an empty bottle?”

Shaking his head, Paul stands. “Nothing can compare to the mere idea of what my life with her could become, but I don’t get to choose. It’s her choice as it was yours and no matter how much it hurts I will not step over boundaries she set.”

“Jacob would”, Emily warns. “He wouldn’t think twice.”

“And that’s why his imprint is a vampire. If she were human, his selfishness would have gotten her killed.”

Standing too, Emily frowns. “Don’t walk away, Paul. Not unless she can tell you without hesitation that she doesn’t want you in her life.”

A small smile forces itself to the surface as Paul nods. “I won’t. Even then, I’d be there to watch over her.”

It’s day four without Paul. After coming home from a thirty-six hour long shift, Y/N passed out almost immediately. She didn’t quite know if she was human when she opened her eyes at the crack of dawn, courtesy of her alarm clock. It was a Thursday, a work day. Part of her considered just calling in sick, but then she found herself worried – would she be able to sit around and not go to him. She misses his quick remarks, their arguments and constantly annoying each other just to get a rise out of one another but then again, something changed between them lately, even before all his secrets came out.

It was still a teasing relationship, but they no longer sought to inflict true damage. Their arguments were more like a warm up to a genuine conversation – the kind where both of them would passionately speak about what is on their mind instead of just looking for a vulnerable place to sink a sharp blade into. Instead of being concerned about seeing him, Y/N was excited because she didn’t fear retribution if she slipped in his presence.

Paul would catch her, she realized. Teenage Paul might watch and laugh, but this Paul – her Paul – would do anything to make sure she was safe.

Dragging the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip as it stretched into a smile, she caught herself just in time – the thoughts of him have already started and the sun isn’t even up. She can’t stay at home.

She all but ran to work, choosing the long way around just as she did the day before. A part of her wondered if walking into the forest would make Paul appear, somehow alerting him that she’s in danger. Another part of her was certain that’s exactly what would happen and that part wasn’t certain she was ready to face him. So, she took the long way then and she takes it now as well.

She changes her clothes quickly, immersing herself in her role as a doctor once more. Some days she looks at her white coat and she can’t help but wonder how she got there. Studies call it The Imposter Syndrome and while she has a name for one of her demons, it doesn’t help her chase it away. Instead, she finds herself wrestling it each day for domination – she wins rather often, but today it didn’t seem like a fair fight.

Dry throat, she leans her elbow at the nurses station as her eyes focus at the entrance. Her body aches but her mind is shattering and while her psychiatrist would just tell her it’s the fact she barely slept the past few days, she felt it wasn’t quite as easy as that. The fabric of the world has changed before her eyes, the rules that apply to regular humans escape her and she may not be an expert in supernatural just yet, but the nagging feeling of impending doom clawing at her heart is undeniable and impossible to ignore.

Dread claims her insides, twisting and turning as sweat coats the back of her neck. She lets out a slow, controlled breath, attempting to loosen the tension in her shoulders but she can feel the fear in her chest waiting to take over. Perhaps it’s there to protect her, but there is no danger. Fear is supposed to be a part of natural intuition, it’s supposed to have a reason and purpose, yet this fear is a trigger to a primitive action Y/N worked hard on suppressing – the action of running.

She has spent her entire life running – from what had happened to her mother, from losing Jacob, from anyone who had shown her love and affection, from anything that required her to invest feelings and risk getting hurt.

Running isn’t an option anymore. She can’t run from what she doesn’t know. Pressing her lips in a thin line, she continues working instead. Waiting for the numbness to take over so logic could settle in, Y/N had spent most of her shift painfully aware work didn’t quite do the trick this time around. The overwhelming feeling of something going terribly wrong never quite left her, taking bits of her sanity with each passing minute.

Minutes before the end of her shift, she found herself in the same position as that morning, only eleven hours and fifty-six minutes earlier. She stares at the entrance, the feelings she felt earlier seem as if they’ve turned to chains wrapping all around her, ensuring she drowns.

Just as she’s about to shake it off and head to change, the door bursts open. Her eyes are wide as they meet Embry’s as the specks of blood on his eyelid draws her attention. Her heart drops as she runs toward him. She can hear Jacob’s voice, trying to explain but the sound of her raging heartbeat is too loud to understand him. As she stops before them, Sam’s hand on her shoulder causes her to flinch, turning to him only to see the hand is soaking her coat with blood. She’s pushing him aside to reveal the source of their terrified ramblings, her lips parted ever so slightly in an attempt to ignore the retched smell of blood that’s filling her nostrils.

As she looks between them, she finds the answer to the feelings she’s been fighting the whole day. Despite all the ways she tried to mute it, her heart was warning her of what’s to come – of the disaster she couldn’t have anticipated for before her, in his friends’ arms, is Paul. He is completely drenched in blood, eyes just barely opened.

“We tried helping him, but he isn’t healing”, Jacob’s voice reaches her and her lips set in a thin line, holding in a sob that’s trying to force its way out.

Her legs are wobbly, her mind is spinning and for once, Y/N doesn’t smile at the sight of a difficult patient.

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PART 12

[mirisss]

Never Try and Steal a Wolf’s Mate

Kim Namjoon x female reader

Wolf AU, werewolf AU, soulmates AU

Wordcount ≈ 4.7k 

Warnings: possessive behavior, violence, age difference (Namjoon is 25 in this & reader is 20), I think that’s it but do let me know if you can find anything else. 

Please reblog! Requests are open! 

Third person POV

Tall. Handsome. Dangerous. Those are three words that perfectly describe Kim Namjoon. Everyone knows that he is someone you don’t want to cross. He’s always had a frightening vibe to him. Yet, every girl in the town would give anything to be with him because he is handsome. Very handsome. 

To say that Namjoon is dangerous might be an understatement though. There is a reason why his aura is so strong that even the guys in school who were taller and more built than him would back away from him. The reason is that he’s a shifter. A wolf - some people may call it a Werewolf. However, he is more than just a wolf. He’s an alpha - a born alpha. His father sometimes struggled to raise his son as Namjoon’s alpha side surfaced from a young age. Namjoon would often lash out at anyone who got in his way or disagreed with him. His father who was the alpha at the time tried to keep Namjoon in check but his attempts did not do much. Namjoon’s alpha was strong and he wouldn’t bow down to anyone, not even his own father. As he grew up Namjoon learned to control that side of him; however even while holding back it was clear that he would win any fight that he joined. Namjoon had mastered the ability to control his temper so that he would not lash out and kill someone for nothing. Though, there is one thing that makes his blood boil more than anything. The idea of someone messing with his mate. His girlfriend. Especially since she is human. Thus, she can’t fight in the same way that he and his pack can. So if you want to see Namjoon angry, just approach his mate with the wrong look in your eyes. I promise you, you’ll face a very pissed-off Namjoon but I can’t promise that you’ll survive the experience.

So to summarize: 

Name - Kim Namjoon

Age - 25

Creature - Shifter, aka wolf, aka werewolf

Position - Alpha

Tall, handsome, dangerous, very strong, and a little (more like extremely) possessive.

Now let’s meet his mate.

Short. Beautiful. Smart. Three words, of many, that describe (L/n) (Y/n). The girl that every boy in town has or has had a crush on. She’s always been top of her class in almost everything - every subject except for PE. There is one more thing, (Y/n)’s always been a little weak - no matter how much she tries she just can’t get strong, she can’t run longer than a few meters before she’s exhausted, these things have always been a struggle for her. 

(Y/n) was aware that shifters and such creatures excited long before she met Namjoon, though she never knew she lived in the same town as a whole pack of them. (Y/n) was just visiting the university the day that she met Namjoon, which was also one of his last days in that very school.

So to summarize: 

Name - (L/n) (Y/n)

Age - 20

Creature - Human

Position - Nerd, good girl, or smart girl (I guess)

Short, beautiful, smart, weak. 

Let’s go back to how they met.

The day that the two met for the first time was quite an eventful day for both of them. 

(Y/n) had for a week been planning to visit Hybe University - aka, HU. It was her dream university, it has a great reputation and it was located in her hometown.  She had won a competition by writing an essay on intelligence which allowed her to visit the school during an ordinary school day - something they usually don’t allow. However, that very morning (Y/n) ended up oversleeping so she didn’t have time to really dress up rather she just threw on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before running out of the door. Though, she could only keep that pace for a few steps before she felt like she would suffocate from not being able to breathe. She realized that her only option for making it in time was to take a taxi. Luckily, many taxis passed the street she lived on even while they weren’t driving anyone already. As soon as she was inside the car and the driver knew where to take her she realized that her hair was a catastrophe. (Y/n) tried taming it with her hand but it was a futile attempt. She ended up making a low ponytail as it looked the most okay out of all the hairstyles she could think of.

While our dear (Y/n) was fighting with time, Namjoon had other things to deal with making his morning quite eventful.

Namjoon’s POV

Growls. All I felt were the vibrations in my chest formed by my growling. My body grew hotter as my anger rose. My fangs protruded out of my lips, my claws grew longer, and the wolf side of me was trying to come out - the alpha trying to take control. Why? Because two of my closest friends, who also happen to be my betas (second in commands), were fighting at 6 am… “This would have never happened if I had been in charge of the patrol all the time. You know, I’ve never messed it up. My teams always have full control over everything,” “Well, if you’re so great then how come Namjoon made me a beta after you? because he saw that you couldn’t actually handle it so he needed someone to do what you couldn’t,” “But he still chose me first,” “SHUT UP!” I said loudly in my alpha tone. My eyes had grown red, as red as fresh blood. The two betas shut their mouths and turned to me. My breathing was hard, that isn’t a good sign - it means I am struggling to hold back. “First of all. It is 6 am, why the hell are you in my house screaming at each other, at 6 fucking am?” “We’re sorry, alpha. But, this morning a rouge entered our territory. Only briefly though, we quickly found him, and then he ran off, so I came to report this as I was in charge of patrols this night,” I strained my eyes at him. “A rouge entered MY territory and I only find out about it now? Why didn’t you mind-link me when it happened, Hoseok?” “It only happened 15 minutes ago and I forgot to link you as I chased after him…” He lowered his head in submission as he felt how I let my alpha aura grow more protruding. “And you, Seokjin, why are you here?” As soon as his name left my lips, panic filled his eyes as the tone I used wasn’t a friendly one. “I happened to be awake as I heard a commotion by my house, as I looked outside I saw Hoseok chasing after the rouge just as it left the territory. I went outside to see what had happened only to find out that Hoseok had been slacking off and wasn’t patrolling as he should, so I came here to make sure you knew about it,” “It never crossed your mind that perhaps you should have contacted me at the scene?” “No alpha, sorry alpha. It slipped my mind,” I sighed. “You both may be two of my closest friends but frankly, I made you betas because I thought you were best suited for it - yes both of you as you both balance each other out but now I am starting to regret my decision and I am thinking that maybe Yoongi would have been a better choice even if he has a more hostile personality sometimes. If you two want to keep your titles then you both better start taking this seriously and work as a team, because that’s what you are. A team. Right now you’re acting like children, and I am getting tired of it. One more chance, either of you fuck up again and you both lose the title. Now get out of here, I need to get ready for school, even if I should have been able to sleep for another hour. Take care of the breach problem together, if it isn’t fixed by the time I am back from school - it will be bye-bye to the beta position…” “YES ALPHA!” Seokjin and Hoseok said in unison before they ran outside.

I went to my home gym where I keep a boxing bag. I approached the boxing bag and hit it repeatedly while adding more strength with each punch until the bag flung off the hanger from the roof. “ARGH!!!” My breathing was erratic, my sight was blurry, and the frustration kept pumping adrenalin through my body. With a couple more screams and growls, I finally managed to tame the anger and calm down. Having this power is often a good thing, few other packs try to attack us - they know it’s no use - even rouges stay far away, well most of them at least. However, this power is a pain as well. The tiniest thing can make me lash out and even one hit from me can kill someone, it’s hard to stay in control. It would be easier with a mate, an anchor, someone that would be able to calm the wolf - my alpha side - it would only cave for my mate. Unfortunately, I have not been lucky enough to find my mate yet. Most shifters find their mate when they’re around 16, I’m 23 and have yet to find them. Which is only agitating my alpha, he wants his mate and he wants them now - and honestly, I agree. 

After my rampage in the gym room, I went to shower, eat some breakfast, and then went to school. Just a few more days and then I would be finished.  Third person POV 

Namjoon arrived at the same time he usually does, he found his younger packmates Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook before walking inside. The younger ones were joking around while Namjoon was thinking about a presentation he was to hold this afternoon when his enhanced hearing caught the sound of what seemed to be a fight. Worried that one of his packmates was involved he hurried over to the commotion. 

The commotion was: (Y/n) and a bunch of people she didn’t know. 

The taxi pulled up 2 minutes before (Y/n) needed to be at the entrance to meet her guide for the day. She quickly paid before she got out, she speed walked to the entrance which made her breathing a little erratic. As (Y/n) opened the door, the clock stroke 8 am which was when she was told to meet the guide. She looked around but didn’t know who she was looking for, she had only been given the name of the guide so she had no idea who to look for. The guide had her picture though, so they should be able to recognize her. Everyone inside was staring at her, she wasn’t surprised though - she looked as lost as someone expecting a wedding but ending up at a funeral. “Hey there pretty girl, what are you doing here?” Some guy walked up to her and frankly, he walked up way too close to her. Her breathing was still erratic, her nerves weren’t helping either. (Y/n) hoped that if she didn’t look at him he would back away. “I, uh, I’m here to visit. I’m waiting for a guide,” The guy was annoyed by her avoiding eye contact so he decided to fix that, by putting his hand on her chin and moving her head up. Though, just as he was about to touch her someone spoke up. “Ya! Minhyuck, back off. You’re just being disgusting acting like this,” It was a girl, she was tall - well taller than the average female. “Don’t but in Han Sora,” (Y/n) jerked her head to the female, Han Sora - that was the name of her guide. A crowd formed around them, Sora walked up to the guy, and (Y/n), as she stood in front of them Sora grabbed ahold of (Y/n)’s arm and pulled her to her side. (Y/n) was immediately thinking that she would have a bruise on her arm within an hour, she always bruised very easily as well. The guy just wouldn’t back down no matter what Sora said. 

Namjoon turned a corner and he was now close enough to hear the actual words being said and not just noise. It was Minhyuck causing trouble with some girl again. Fortunately, Minhyuck wasn’t a shifter however Sora was. Thus, making this a problem for him. If someone from his pack is involved in a fight he has to make sure they don’t kill whoever they are fighting. His alpha was pushing inside his head the closer they got, he didn’t understand why, this wasn’t bad enough for Namjoon to need to go full alpha. Namjoon didn’t understand until he saw the commotion, until he saw the girl being protected by Sora. As soon as his eyes landed on that girl, his inner wolf loudly roared mate. Sora, step back. I got this. Yes, alpha. Sora turned around to face (Y/n), “Hey, let’s go over here,” Namjoon was about to lash out at Sora for touching his mate when Minhyuck decided he had the opportunity to do something to Sora. His body language clearly showed that he had the intention of pushing Sora which would result in her falling on top of Namjoon’s mate. Right before Minhyuck’s hands could come in contact with Sora’s back Namjoon caught them in a tight grip which allowed Sora to pull (Y/n) with her to the side. Minhyuck was frozen as he looked up at Namjoon with a terrified face, the senior seemed to be ready to kill him. This was not Namjoon’s first time lecturing Minhyuck, though this time was probably the one time Namjoon shouldn’t have been the one to stand before Minhyuck. The reason for that is, for the first time in many years, Namjoon had almost no control over his wolf - so the possibility och him killing Minhyuck was very big. Sora could feel her alpha’s anger growing, she knew that she needed to find some way to bring the human side of Namjoon to the surface. Sora herself wouldn’t be enough to come in contact with him, but (Y/n) would definitely do the trick. 

“(Y/n), I need you to do something for me” Sora whispered, “What?” (Y/n) answered with a low tone, but it was enough to catch Namjoon’s attention. Sora noticed that as soon as (Y/n) said ‘what’ Namjoon tilted his head so that he could see the two of them in his peripheral vision. “I need you to scream Namjoon, and I need you to do it like now. Or something really bad is going to happen,” (Y/n) gave Sora a confused look, after thinking about it for a few seconds she nodded. 

While Sora spoke with (Y/n), Namjoon had cornered Minhyck against a wall. He was breathing heavily, his eyes shifting between his usual warm brown and his blood-red, his claws and fangs were on the verge of protruding.  The only thought in his mind was to kill the one who tried to steal his mate. Namjoon himself was fighting his wolf on this matter, Namjoon knew that he shouldn’t kill Minhyuck no matter how much he actually wanted to. But eventually, his wolf won. He raised his fist, a low growl rumbling from deep within his chest, his eyes were no longer shifting between his human and wolf eyes - they were now staying as the blood-red glowing eyes. Namjoon pulled his fist back a little before he shot it forward. 

“NAMJOON!!”

Right before his fist came in contact with Minhuck’s face he stopped. The human side is back in control. Namjoon pushed Minhyuck aside, “Don’t ever try something like this again. Okay?” “Yeah,” Namjoon turned to see Sora holding the girl who was shaking like a leaf. Sora, bring her with you to our section room. I’ll meet you there, I just need to calm down a little more first. Sora nodded before Namjoon left. 

“Hey, (Y/n). Come with me, I’ll take you to a room where you can rest a little and then we can begin the tour. Or we can fix a new day for you to have a look around if today has been too much for you,” “Okay,” Sora lead the way to the section room that belonged to the club of Lycans - which too many people were a club for the strong, popular, and inhumanly attractive people but in reality, it was for the shifters in school. As soon as (Y/n) read the name of the club on the door, she knew what had happened. That was when she understood who and what Namjoon was. 

Namjoon was a wolf shifter. And (Y/n), was his mate. 

(Y/n)’s POV

Sora opened the door and let me walk in first, I immediately localized a couch and sat down on it. “You okay?” “Sora, are you a shifter?” “What? How did you know?” “I’ve sort of always known that these mythological creatures existed but I didn’t know that some lived in the same town as me.” “Well, yeah. You’re right, I’m a wolf shifter,” “And so is Namjoon, right? In fact, he’s the alpha isn’t he?” Just as I asked that the door opened again, and in walked Namjoon. “Yes, that is correct. I am the alpha,” Although he spoke with such confidence I could see his eyes shaking with uncertainty, the uncertainty of how I would respond to all of this. He walked over and sat down beside me while still keeping some space between us. “I think I’ll leave now and give the two of you some space if that is alright with everyone?” Sora began walking towards the door. Namjoon looked at me to see what I would answer, he was alright with being alone with me but the question was if I was alright with being alone with him. “Yeah, that’s okay,” I heard Namjoon letting out a relieved breath as Sora waved goodbye before she left the room. I slightly turned my body so that I was facing Namjoon instead of facing away from him, Namjoon did the same thing. “So… you’re a wolf shifter and an alpha…” “Yeah…” He awkwardly scratched at his neck, avoiding my eyes. Surely, he was nervous about telling me I was his mate. “Did you react that way because Sora was involved or was it because of me?” “It was because of you, Sora can handle herself, she’s never a problem for me. But I almost lost control out there, I only came back to it because you shouted my name. It only happened because you’re my mate and someone was threatening you,” “So, I am your mate? What does that mean?” “It basically means that we are soulmates. That you are the only one who can keep me calm, who I will listen to, the only one I would bow down to. The only one I could ever truly be in love with. Though, it’s different for you. As you’re not a shifter, you’re not as affected by this. I have no choice but to be with you, but you can choose if you want me or not,” “What would happen if I said no?” “I would go through excruciating pain for the rest of my life and I would become a monster because I wouldn’t be able to hold back my wolf so I would kill anyone who stood in my way, but I want you to know that if you don’t want me then that is okay. I’ll find a way to manage everything, I don’t want to pressure you into this.” “When do I have to answer?” “Before the next full moon or my wolf will end up seeking you once the moon has risen in the sky. If he ends up finding you, he will mark you meaning you have no choice but to accept me,” “Okay, the full moon is in 2 weeks, right?” “yeah,” “How about we try and get to know each other during these two weeks and then I’ll give you my answer?” “That sounds great,” Namjoon gave me a big smile that revealed adorable dimples. Cute. I gave him a smile in return. “This might be a bit weird, but would it be alright if I hugged you, for a few seconds?” “Um, why?” “Just to calm my wolf, he’s still worried that something happened to you but if we could hold you we would both calm down,” “Okay, just a few seconds though,” Namjoon nodded before he moved his arms so they were wrapped around me and then he pulled me forward into his chest. He was warm, I could feel how strong he was, even though I knew that this man could turn into a beast and kill me within a second I felt strangely safe within his embrace. He smelled of burned cedar wood, it was a nice scent for him. He held his promise and let go of the hug after 7 seconds, just a few seconds he had said. For some reason, I was a little disappointed over the hug ending but I knew more chances would come. “Hey, you came here to check out the school, right?” “Yeah, I did. Sora was supposed to be my guide but she said we could schedule another day if I didn’t want to do it today.” “How about I show you around? No one will mess with you and we can spend some time together and get to know one another” “That sounds nice,” “Great, come on!” During the tour I found out that Namjoon was a senior meaning this was one of his last days here, it also meant that he was 5 years older than me. I was a little worried about what my parents would think but then I remembered that they too already knew of shifters so I wouldn’t have to explain much to them. 

Third Person POV

And that was how the two met for the first time. Fast forward two weeks from that day and (Y/n) told Namjoon that she accepted to be his mate - which made him very happy and resulted in him marking her right then. Now, let us go to the couple celebrating their 2-year anniversary.

Namjoon’s POV

I had, with the help of Seokjin and Yoongi, prepared a fancy meal for my date with (Y/n). We would be eating at home but I didn’t want her to cook or for us to order food so I said I would cook. However, I happen to be a terrible chef, thus I asked two of my betas - yes I ended up making Yoongi a beta as well because Seokjin and Hoseok just kept arguing over stupid things so Yoongi is the beta in charge of the betas - who are excellent chefs to help me out, which honestly means that they did everything and I watched from afar. 

It’s our two-year anniversary since we became a couple and mates. I really wanted to do something special, since our first year anniversary wasn’t celebrated the way I had preferred… My heat, or rut, ended up coming at that time because it had been a year since I marked (Y/n) but we hadn’t engaged in any spicy activities because we wanted to wait. However, my heat had other plans. (Y/n) was very willing to help me out so it worked out nicely, however my vision for our first anniversary had not been to be a sex-crazed beast for 3 days straight… Therefore, our second anniversary was very important to me. It had to be perfect to make up for last year and to show her how much I love her. 

~ A few minutes after Seokjin and Yoongi left ~ 

I was anxiously waiting for (Y/n) to arrive, I didn’t like being away from her. She is just so precious to me and I would hate for something bad to happen to her. During these two years, I have gotten to know her very well. We really do complement each other, (Y/n) is quite weak while I am very strong physically speaking, however, when it comes to mentality she is far stronger than me. 

(Y/n) had been at the university before she would come here, and she said that she would get ready there. I told her to dress fancy, which also made me worry about her getting ready at school… All those people who were interested in her would surely try to steal her away if they saw her in one of her fancy outfits. I mean, she looks good in anything but there’s just something about her fancy outfits, the vibe of them, and just how confident she is when she wears them. 

A rhythmic knock landed on the front door. I walked over and opened it. “Hello, my love,” “Hello to you too, Namjoon,” I looked her over, wow. She really did dress fancy, though the thing that made me the happiest was to see her smile and her eyes that were full of adoration and love. Although, the fact that her shoulders were uncovered, showing off the mating mark was a close contender for first place. I let her in and we walked over to the table. “This is wonderful, but I guess you had some help, didn’t you?” I scratched my neck like I usually do when I am embarrassed or nervous. “Yeah, Soekjin and Yoongi helped me cook and prepare pretty much everything,” “I didn’t expect anything else, I actually prefer knowing they helped out so that I can safely eat the food. I love you Kim Namjoon, but cooking is not for you,” “Ya ya, I know. I love you too, my (Y/n)” We then sat down and ate the food while conversing about everything and nothing. 

“You know, I guess we have Minhyuck to thank for our relationship,” “What do you mean? Why would we thank that asshole? He tried to hit on you…” “Yeah, but if he hadn’t caused a commotion, you wouldn’t have met me that day. So, if it wasn’t for him being an asshole and you almost killing him, we wouldn’t have met… At least, not that day,” “I guess you’re right, I still regret not hitting him. It would have taught him to never try and steal a wolf’s mate. Especially my mate,” (Y/n) burst out in a laughing fit. “Oh Namjoon, believe me. He knows he shouldn’t have done that. And he never tried anything again. Even though he had an entire year without you in the school when he could have done something, he didn’t. In fact, every time he saw me approaching he would turn and run the other way while looking around him. He was terrified that you would show up and beat him up for only being in the same room as me,” “To be honest, had I been there, I definitely would have done that,” “I know, you’re overprotective and everything but trust me. No one at school dares try anything like that with me because everyone knows I’m dating the very scary CEO of Kim Corporations and some know that I am even dating an alpha,” I stood up and walked over to her, pulling her up from her chair and close to me. “I love you, (Y/n). I’m so happy that you are my mate and that you accepted me as yours,” “I love you too, Namjoon. I wouldn’t want anyone else, not when I can have you,” I leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss that she instantly reciprocated. The rest of the night was, well.. let’s just say it was heated, but neither of us would have wanted it any other way.

[iichaeyj]

the songs txt dedicates to you . . . ♡

PAIRING: txt x gn!reader

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 0.8k

A/N: this is a follow up to the same post but with the enhypen members!!

YEONJUN

"Paper Rings" by Taylor Swift

"i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings. uh huh, that's right. darling, you're the one i want. and i hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this"

idk i just think yeonjun would post a more upbeat, happy song

like i thought about it and it just makes sense to me ?? like let's be honest, this man giggles every time you kiss him

and i think he'd post this song just because it's so cute and so happy??

like it's how he feels about you tbh

he is so willing to share his world with you and be yours forever like he is obsessed

he'd post a cute picture of you two kissing and being all shy :((

he'd also make it rlly pretty like he might edit hearts onto the side and draw cat whiskers on your face or smth

SOOBIN

"Nothing" by Bruno Major

"dumb conversations, we lose track of time. have i told you lately, i'm grateful you're mine"

he's so sweet please :(( im actually so devastated

i just feel like soobin feels so lucky that you're his and he's yours

like he's so whipped for you he definitely thanks the universe for bringing you to him

everytime this song plays he just thinks about you

it reminds him of how everything seems to stop whenever he's with you

like you're all he can see

this is also sorta random but he also probably thinks of you as like his charger

everytime he comes home after a busy day, seeing you there to greet him instantly makes him regain his energy

and spending time with him makes him go ^_^

he'd definitely post a picture of your guys's shadows making a heart or smth

very pinterest very aesthetic, he knows what he's doing

BEOMGYU

"Plot Twist" by Niki

"nothing stays the same and seasons keep on changing as they do. and we're all still just stories above concrete, x amount of heartbeats. so thank god for plot twists like you"

i feel like beomgyu isn't the type to like search for love?? like he wants it but he wouldn't go out of his way to go on dates and most likely isn't the type to fall in love at first sight?? if that makes sense

so he wasn't like completely in love with you when you two first met

it takes time for him to slowly, but surely, fall in love with you

and he fell deep

and the song is meant to demonstrate how he hadn't expected someone like you to show up in his life

and he hadn't realized what he had been missing until he found you

he just loves you so much and is convinced you two are soulmates :(

would post two pictures with it

one of you biting him (peak romance tbh)

and another of you two holding hands <3

TAEHYUN

"Stuck With U" by Ariana Grande

"so, go ahead and drive me insane. baby, run your mouth, i still wouldn't change being stuck with you"

HE

he's such a gentleman??

like he's so caring and would be so attentive as a boyfriend

and the song is meant to reassure you that no matter what, he'll always stay with you and that there's nothing you do (that you think may be annoying or bad or whatever) that will ever drive him away from you

he's so :((

when he's in love, he is in Love

and he loves you and wants you to know it

he would probably post a picture of him like squishing your face or you tackling him with a hug

just smth cute that show everyone how comfortable you are with each other <3

HUENINGKAI

"I Like Me Better" by Lauv

"i knew from the first time, i'd stay for a long time cause, i like me better when, i like me better when i'm with you"

ok ngl i sorta struggled finding a song that suited kai well :(

but this song does suits him i think

especially the lyrics like

i think he's someone where, if you're in a relationship with him, he'd wanna learn about love and things like that through you

like ofc he isn't doing anything wrong in the first place, but he would wanna experience more with you and grow as a person together

and you bring out the best version of him <3

he just feels so comfortable around you and he loves spending time with you

he'd probably post a picture that he took of you two when you were on a date or smth

maybe a picture he secretly took of you when you were laughing at one of his jokes

or a picture of you two cuddling after watching a movie (that was probably taken by beomgyu, who wanted to tease him, or soobin, who thought it was cute)

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Crackin’ the Code

prompt: Harry and YN tie the knot in a beautiful castle off the coat of Italy. Harry reflects back on his life before his love. YN has past insecurities creep on on her before the wedding. 

note: this is the necklace that YN receives as (one) her wedding gifts from H and she wears it during the ceremony.

word count: 9k

warnings: smut

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The world expected an extravagant wedding with week-long festivities, celebrations in destinations only the richest could afford, and all the big names of the business world who ran in his circle.

The media outlets were just waiting, quite impatiently, for the day that the richest man in Europe settled down with a significant other. They would have news stories for decades when it came to the couple.

Of course, Harry Styles was going to marry a household name - the public thought. 

Whether it be an heiress, a model, maybe even an actress? The choices for the most eligible bachelor were limitless.

Any time he was at an event, usually a charity gala or black-tie dinner, paparazzi would take candid pictures of him with any female and then the following day publish an article about how they were a couple.

However, what the world didn’t know was that he’s been in a relationship for a year and a half, has already been engaged after the eight month mark, and moved into pretty soon after but that was hushed.

Nearly no one except a few key employees and family members knew about the couple. Everyone in his office building in the heart of London had to sign NDA’s at the beginning of their job - though almost all of them didn’t know she existed.

Harry did not put any limits on YN for the wedding planning. 

No price, no expectations, nothing. If she wanted ten-thousand people or zero people in attendance that was her call. If she wanted to drop ten million dollars on a wedding or a hundred that was fine too.

The CEO never fantasized about a wedding. 

Well he had but no in the terms most do. He didn’t sit and imagine the venue, the food menu, or the decorations. 

No, he didn’t care about any of that, he daydreamed about the fact that he and someone would commit themselves to each other for the rest of their lives.

Harry wanted to marry his fiance after their first date.

He was usually a very patient man, couldn’t have gotten where he was if he wasn’t. When it came to this, each day he wasn’t married to the love of his life felt like torture.

Since he proposed to her in his briefs in their bedroom, he had imagined her looking immaculate in whatever she chose to wear, exchanging vows of devotion, and then being tied together for life.

He never thought he would get here. He’d never felt a connection with someone like he had with the feisty waitress who bumped into him. Begin to believe that he was broken or lacking emotion because no matter how sweet the girl was he couldn’t see himself with the person.

Don’t get him wrong. 

He took many women out on dates that were downright awful. Asking him about money, suggesting he take them on expensive vacations or buy them a designer item, being too forward and palming his crotch in the middle of dinner.

One of the last dates he went on before he gave up was the one that made him stop looking all together, about six months before he ran in YN.

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It was an expensive restaurant in the heart of London. It had a waitlist for months but one call and they could magically make an available booth for the billionaire within the hour. 

The girl he was sitting across from was a so-to-speak blind date. 

A set up by one of his business partners who stated that they would be a good match. Harry had rolled his eyes at that but couldn’t come up with an excuse fast enough to say ‘no.’

Her name was Aria, she had a respectable job at a local law firm as an assistant to a very well-known lawyer in the area. 

She was beautiful in the way of looking just like an instagram model with long dark extensions, false eyelashes that made it hard to determine what color her eyes were, and an outfit that made Harry a bit embarrassed to be seen with her - short and low cut at a five-star restaurant.

“Yeah, I just got back from Mallorca with a group of friends,” She tells him, flipping through the photo album on her phone to show him pictures. 

When she ‘accidentally’ swipes (and slowly swipes) again so that Harry definitely gets a glimpse of a nude selfie.

Harry internally groans, couldn’t be less turned on by that, and doesn’t acknowledge it - much to Aria's disappointment. 

She was fishing for a compliment, maybe a request for him to take the phone and look closer at the picture like most men would.

Instead he sits back, takes a sip of his wine, and nods curtly, “It looks like you had a good time.”

She stumbles for a second, confused by his sudden standoffishness, and clicks her phone locked before putting it next to her on the table, “Did I offend you?”

He was already done with the date, with the dating scene, with fucking everything honestly. 

What a goddamn waste of a night.

Harry barks out a cruel laugh, “It takes a lot more to offend me than a picture of y’tits but it’s a bit offensive that y’think so little of yourself that you think that’s how y’going to impress me. Those tits didn’t impress me much, darling.”

Aria’s eyes narrow in blatant disbelief at how much of an asshole he was being. 

Granted, she did feel a bit of embarrassment creeping up in her stomach about thinking showing him that picture was a good idea but still, he didn’t need to react like that.

“It really makes sense why you don’t have a girlfriend, it’s because of what an asshole you are,” The girl sneers with venom as she tucks her phone into her clutch, swigging down the last drops of the expensive wine.

He shrugs like he’s unbothered, a nasty feeling quilling in the pit of his stomach as he keeps an outward expression of nonchalance and ease, it make the raven-haired woman even more furious as he replies cooly, “I’m not being an asshole, honesty hurts sometimes. Maybe if you think the way you attract someone is by nude pictures, you should try Tinder or Bumble.”

“I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have,” Aria tells him before pushing out her chair and leaving before the main course even arrives. 

Harry sits there for a moment, swallowing and pleading with himself to not let the nasty words set in because they felt too real and too personal - she had actually struck some type of chord within and it had his stomach churning.

When he pays the bill, apologizing profusely for leaving dinner before the entree arrives but with an excuse of a company emergency - it’s eerily quiet in his car as he drives home to his massive home with no one in it.

It doesn’t happen often. 

He should call his mum, Gemma, Dorothy even to talk it out but he feels so fucking alone because he can’t get it right. He can’t connect with anyone and it is starting to feel hopeless.

He is angry, so angry at himself, that he can’t shake the feeling of it and he feels like he’s losing control because he never fucking talks about his emotions.

A beautiful set of dishware was sitting out his dining room table, the housekeeper had carefully unwrapped them earlier in the day. 

They were imported from Beijing, decorated with real gold, and handcrafted. It had cost him nearly forty-thousand dollars for a set of fucking plates and bowls.

I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have.

It is repeatedly on a loop in his head, glares at the items on the dinner table like they’re mocking him, and he has no wits about himself before he’s taking one of the beautiful bowls and throwing it against the wall as hard as possible.

I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have.

By the time he’s done, his chest is heaving, and his face is red. 

When reality starts to set back in, every single item from the set is destroyed on the floor, the wall’s paint chipped from where he’d hurled them.

He was so fucked up.

-

Harry couldn’t help but relieve the feelings of that nasty flashback. He couldn’t believe that he had been at that point in his life - not when he had the most all-consuming, amazing in every single way woman laying next to him in his bed.

YN had shown Harry that he had never been broken, he had just been waiting. 

She was his soulmate and he had been waiting for her since forever. He truly believed that as he looked at the girl next to him with enough emotion his heart might burst.

She was just...everything.

YN was so fucking funny - the funniest person Harry had ever met. She was loving in a way that made you feel like you belonged. Compassionate in a way that makes you want to be more selfless yourself. Intelligent enough that it was breathtaking and unreal - and that was just the tip of the iceberg.

She was uncaring of who Harry was - in the most perfect way. 

Money wasn’t a personality trait that she defined him with. She loved him for who he was at the bare basics, stripped away from his public life.

She was confident in a way that girls rarely were. 

Bared face and more beautiful than the highest-paid models. 

Her body was her own, embracing every curve and inch of it without any shame. Let herself be authentic in front of Harry which made him feel like he had won a secret lottery.

Right now, she was fast asleep next to him in bed after stuffing herself full of oreos that she was dunking in milk. She ignored Harry’s looks of disgust at the soggy cookies and munched away happily which made him happy in turn.

She still had a dark crumb on the corner of her puffy lips, her mouth parted just the slightest amount, and her face smushed halfway into the pillow. 

The shirt she had on was so oversized she was swimming in it and a pair of soft pink cheeky underwear.

Currently, she was the farthest thing from graceful and Harry loved that so fucking much. 

As they lay mere days away from their wedding, remembering that nasty flashback, he can’t help but remember their first date and how he had known from them that he had finally found a spark, a connection to another human being.

--

Harry cannot remember the last time he had been nervous. 

Maybe back in his teenage years? If that. 

It was an unsettling feeling that was currently pooling in the pit of his stomach as he changed his outfit for the third time before finally being somewhat satisfied with the suit he had picked out - tighter black jeans, black button-up, black blazer - couldn’t go wrong there. ***

YN had texted him asking what she should wear for their first date when Harry told her he was going to keep it simple and take her to a restaurant.

He had to dress nice, it was an expensive restaurant that he had not taken any other dates to before, it was right outside of London - going towards the countryside with a beautiful view of a meadow and stream.

When he had arrived in front of her apartment, well he had never been on this side of town, and it quite frankly looked like the roof of her building was about to collapse at any minute. It was rough to say the least.

Harry had picked out a car he thought would impress her. He remembered her saying the doors of his Lamborghini were stupid so he picked a car with normal doors this time. It was his new Audi Quattro that had cost him upwards of 170,000 pounds. ***

YN had popped out of the front door, her face didn’t read impressed when she saw the car like he had hoped. It was interesting before YN, he did not care whether or not his dates were impressed by him - now he craved it.

She looked extraordinary in a form fitting silky black dress that hugged every single curve of her body perfectly while accentuating them at the same time. Minimal makeup, loose waves, and simple high heels - it was like a dream that he was taking this girl out on a date. ***

When she slips into the passenger seat, the smell of her floral yet cinnamon perfume makes the car smell heavenly, she looks over at him and says, “You didn’t even come open the door for me. We’re off to a bad start, Harry.”

His heart sinks, fuck - he had been blindsided by her beauty that he wasn’t even being a proper gentleman, “M’so sorry, I wa-”

She chirps out a tender laugh, patting his arm, “You’re face, oh my god. I was just fucking with you.”

Harry’s frown turns into a pout, “S’not nice, pet.”

YN shrugs before a bit self-consciously adjusting the fabric around her midsection, “Erm, I hope this outfit is nice enough? It’s really the only semi-decent thing I own.”

He shakes his head in disbelief, “Y’look absolutely stunning. I can’t even believe y’real to be honest, so fuckin’ pretty.”

YN gives him a shy, unsure smile but he can tell she’s preening at the compliment internally (which she totally is).

The restaurant is one of the nicest in England, let alone London. 

There wasn’t even a menu, they just served eight courses over a few hours time by servers in suits with bowties on. 

YN had never felt more out of place.

As they sat down, Harry was proud that he was able to show off his abilities for a good date, YN was looking around nervously before looking up at the server and saying, “We didn’t get menus yet.”

The man gives her a humorous expression before telling her, “We don’t do menus here, miss. Your date is a regular, I am sure he can fill you in. However, we are starting off with a Cabernet from 2001 imported from Napa, California.”

As he pours the wine into their sparkling glasses, she asks unknowingly, “I don’t really like wine. Is there any way I could get a Coke?”

Harry frowns when the server laughs meanly at her, “Ma’am this isn’t McDonald’s. We do not carry soda. I can provide you with water, if you so wish.”

Harry can’t help but snap at the waiter, “Oi, she’s never been here before. Lay off with the attitude alright?”

“My apologies, Mr. Styles,” He murmurs obediently before finishing the pouring off the whine and retreating from the table.

YN is trying to hide how uncomfortable she is but it is still obvious with how she fidgets in her seat, doesn’t quite know what to do with her hands as she doesn’t even bother to reach towards the wine glass.

“This isn’t really your scene, is it?” Harry murmurs, embarrassment with his failure to impress her with an expensive car and dinner. 

It was falling flat and it was the only thing he knew how to do - flaunt his wealth, everyone else had always been impressed.

“No, it isn’t,” She agrees quietly, fingers folding the edges of the cloth napkin to keep her anxiousness directed somewhere, “I appreciate this, er, dinner. I thought we were going to go somewhere like Mary’s.”

Mary’s was a restaurant that was considered ‘nice’ to the commoners in the city. It was a bit more expensive than a pub and the attire was a bit fancier than if you were going out to a bar. 

For someone like Harry, that was not considered a fancy restaurant. 

However, YN was not him and this was not something that she had ever been accustomed to. He now definitely felt like an idiot.

It’s made even worse when a massive plate is put in front of each of them. 

The plate is huge but the dish is merely one scallop with a lemon sauce and sprinkle of parsley on top. YN can’t even try to hide her confusion at the food.

 “I’ve mucked this date up,” Harry sighs, nearly thirty minutes into the actual date. 

YN had taken a small bite of the scallop before setting down her fork and not touching it again - it tasted like dirty feet. Did rich people like that taste?

She decides not to answer directly, “I already know you have money. It doesn’t ‘wow’ me. I was hoping for a fun date, this is….nice but quite truthfully, not for me. I prefer a pub or bowling - this feels more like a business meeting.”

Harry usually doesn’t have dates that are this honest with him. 

He feels embarrassed but he really did appreciate her honesty. He should have known to do something different than this but he was comfortable with his normal pattern.

“Can we get out of here?” YN asks, placing the napkin back on the table and gathering up her small purse to swing over her shoulder.

He feels defeated as he nods, paying for the meal in full as he accepts that he’s fucked up the date beyond repair by being an arrogant, ignorant asshole who doesn’t truly know how to talk to a girl he likes.

It’s quiet as he starts the car and pulls back onto the road, he startles a bit when YN points to a glowing sign of a golden arch and demands, “Go there.”

With a bit of confusion, Harry pulls into the McDonald’s parking lot and then to the drive-thru as she motions for him to do so. 

God, he hasn’t been to a fast food joint in years now if he was being honest.

When they pull up to the screen, YN leans across and shoots out their food order with ease before sitting back with a smug smile, “We’re going to have a date my way.”

Harry sighs with relief when he realizes the date isn’t over - but really just beginning. They sit and chat in the parking lot. He is thoroughly impressed when YN manages a box of nuggets, a fry, and a milkshake without shame.

Not like she should be shameful - just usually on dates women were hesitant to actually eat and instead picked carefully at their food instead. Their conversation in the car is bright, at some points deep and meaningful, but refreshing. It made him feel young again.

After they finished eating, she’s ordering him to drive a bit further out into the country where he can’t help but make the joke, “Are y’taking me somewhere to kill me?” YN smiles happily with a wide grin, “You’ll just have to wait to see.”

It ends up being a lake. A beautiful body of water that was surrounded by trees that were being reflected into the ripples with the light of the moon. The only sounds were of crickets chirping and the light lapping of the water against the small shore. ***

“I used to come here a lot in the summer in high school,” YN murmurs as Harry takes in the scenery of everything. It had been so long since he had appreciated nature - not the bright clear waters in the tropics but something like this.

“S’beautiful,” Harry replies, can’t help but observe this girl he’s infatuated beauty in the moonlight. 

Her skin looks like it’s glowing, the moon sparkling off the twinkle of her iries, and she just looked...ethereal. Like she belonged in the beauty of the wilderness.

He couldn’t believe his eyes - had to blink harshly a few times to make sure he’s not imagining it when she pulls the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders and shimmy the garment down her body until she’s left in a delicate lace bra and cheeky pair of underwear.

Harry, always the gentleman, keeps his eyes (with effort) on her face. Unsure of what is going on in her mind before she turns around with a little run and dives headfirst into the deep waters before popping back up and giggling, “Jump in!”

She’s just so...carefree, adventurous. Harry hadn’t felt free in fucking years.

It has him shucking out of all of his clothing, just down to his tight black briefs before he’s diving in, right next to her, and feeling around. He wraps his hand around her ankle to teasingly tug her under with him before they both surface.

As they wad in the water, YN swims over to him, and wraps her legs around his waist, arms around his neck. Her soaking wet hair was dripping and he was breathing heavy, feeling his ribcage expand against her soft tummy.

She murmurs quietly over the light lapping over the water, “You haven’t even looked at me once.”

Harry swallows, feeling like a schoolboy again, “I...I didn’t want to without permission.”

“I want you to look at me,” YN replies, letting her nose nudge his and her eyes searching into his nervous ones. 

He nods, closing his eyes when he feels her lips brush his, letting his large palms grip at her sides and pull her closer to his chest. Their lips not breaking when his hands begin to explore the intricate, plush curves of her body.

They don’t do anything else, don’t go any further but he groaning when she traces her fingertips down his muscular, defined abs and thumb rubbing over the trail of light hair leading into his briefs.

After a swim, filled with splashing and dunking, they retired to lay in the grass. Both of their backs, looking up at the clear night sky, moon full and stars glittering against the stark darkness that surrounds it.

YN wriggle until she’s tucked into his side, hand running up and down his chest, as she says, “I’m sorry your date didn’t go as planned. I ruined it.”

“Y’didn’t ruin anything. I...I haven’t felt like this in a long time,” Harry admits as he gives off an embarrassed laugh, “I..I’m a little bit scared, to be honest.”

“Scared? Of what?” YN asks, lips pressing against a tattoo on his bare shoulder.

“Because I already am falling for you,” Harry utters, heart racing and his eyes glued upwards and pointedly not wanting to see her interaction.

“That’s a relief.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “A relief?”

“Yeah, I would say. I’m falling too,” YN whispers before leaning up to connect their lips once more as the moon rises further in the sky and the crickets sing a little louder. They lay like that for a very long time.

Harry went home that night for the first time not feeling the empty weight of his loneliness, instead he feel asleep imagining the beautiful, spontaneous girl next to him in his bed.

--

It wasn’t going to be the wedding everyone expected for The Harry Styles. **

There was not many invites set out for this event. It wasn’t the wedding of the century or the most expensive wedding of the decade.

Harry would have let his wife-to-be have this day however she wanted without complaint but could say he was very happy that it was going to a be a low-key event. It was going to be some of YN’s family, though she didn’t have much, and Harry’s extended family. No one from work or business. Just family.

They had just gotten finished with the rehearsal dinner, the couple being ordered to separate rooms for the final night before they were married. It was tradition. 

Harry had walked YN to her hotel room, they were staying at the venue, and pressed her up against the door. His hand coming to weave into her meticulously curled hair and cupping the back of her head, bring her mouth to his.

He wastes no time in letting his tongue find hers, hips coming to press her further back against the aged wood, and his teeth nipping roughly at her plump bottom lip, “Baby, y’gonna be m’wife tomorrow.”

YN’s eyes twinkle up at him like they did during their first date, “I can’t wait. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

His fiance laughs kindly as he gets a bit watery eyed, her thumb coming to swipe under his eye, she jokes, “Are you regretting proposing now?”

“Just never knew I could be this happy,” He murmurs against her lips, can’t help but reach around to grip a generous amount of her backside and pulling her flush against him where he’s hardening quickly.

“Mm, down boy. You don’t get the goods until tomorrow,” YN scolds, hand wrapping around his wrist and squeaking when he squeezes harder to get the point across - how much he wants her, all the fucking time.

“Want it now, pet,” Harry whines lowly, grinding his hips forward into her, “Give it t’me, y’mouth, y’cun-”

“Alright lovebirds! Separate now!” Gemma barks to interrupt with the laughter of their childhood friend Chloe.

They pull Harry by the back of the shirt and push him forward towards his room, Gemma smiles back at YN, “Make him put a ring on it before you give it to him!”

“Gem!” Harry scolds with a whine, giving his fiance puppy dog eyes and a pouted bottom lip, “Baby, don’t let them take me!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I love you!” YN shouts back, waving and smiling to herself as she opens up the door to her room and then locking it after she steps in. It feels weird being in a hotel room without him but she was a bit sweaty and her nerves were wiry so she decided a nice bath would be a good idea.

-

It’s past two in the morning and she was no less ready to find sleep. The worries of whether everything will be set up properly, if she’ll stutter during her vows, there were just so many things that could go wrong.

Life didn’t even seem real at this moment. 

She was marrying her husband at an amazing castle on the coast of italy with family to surround them in love. She had the perfect dress, the perfect flowers, the perfect partner. ***

She had never had it easy. Never thought she would deserve something like this. Harry had made her feel worthy of all this, they deserved to have a happy ever after. 

When it hits three in the morning, she can’t stand the quiet of the italian countryside anymore, and is swinging her legs over the bed. She pockets the keycard Harry gave her earlier in the day in her cotton shorts before sneaking out of her room.

After she taps the card to the sensor, the large oak doorknob clicks, she slips in and closes the door as silently as possible. YN steps in to the room, Harry's asleep in his bed on his stomach, face smushed into the pillow.

Harry’s facial expression and body language while he was awake was so severe, serious, intimidating. In sleep, his face was lax and his limbs loose. He looked more boyish when he was dreaming.

YN’s heart aches at how much she loves him, pulling the covers up, and crawling under them until she’s jostling him unintentionally, waking him from his light sleep with a mumble, “Baby, y’okay? Wha’s wrong? Y’alright?”

She giggles at his dazy panic, “I just missed you.”

“Mmm,” Harry agrees, pulling her all the way down and rolling on top of her, “Missed y’more.”

“You’re like a toaster!” YN squeals as he’s encompasses her, laying on her with his weight. His lips finding her pulse point and gently sucking. He was barely awake and he still couldn’t stop himself from her finding comfort in her body.

“I’m warmin’ y’up,” Harry growls against her neck before giving her a lick which has her giggling even more and pushing him off until he falls on his back and she’s swing her legs over his waist, straddling him.

“Y’breakin’ the tradition, m’heart.”

YN shrugs, humming while he palms at her belly, and she (much to his disappointment) ignores where he’s hard and waiting for her.

“I want t’sleep with you,” She pleas sheepishly, leaning all the way over to connect their lips in a quickie peck before she’s moving off of him and into his side.

“Never say no to you, y’know that, dovie,” Harry replies as if it’s obvious (it is).

“We’re getting married tomorrow,” YN whispers into the dark, like it’s a secret just between the two.

Harry nuzzles his nose against her temple, “Never wanted anythin’ more than I want you.”

YN can’t help but sniffle softly, overwhelmed with emotion and love, “You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve you.”

“You saved me. You saved me from myself, from where I was going. You gave me hope, feeling again. Y’are m’heart, it fuckin’ beats for you.”

It may not be tradition but YN wouldn’t of had it any other way, sleeping in a magnificent castle on the ethereal coast of Italy in a classic hotel room, and the excitement of their wedding rumbling in both of their stomachs.

--

“You sneaky bastards!” Bethany screeches, door flinging open with Gemma in tow as they intrude into Harry’s room - finding the couple curled up under the covers with Harry spooning YN with his face tucked into her hair.

“Fuck off,” Harry groans, pulling his fiance closer into his chest as she wriggles awake and whimpers lowly, “Mornin’ lovie.”

“Out out!” Gemma shoos, pulling the covers off of them and the sisters showing no mercy while they yank YN out of the bed and titter about how she needs to start getting ready, no time for cuddles, breaking traditions.

“Bring her back!” He whines childishly, hurling a pillow at his sister’s retreating back as they guide YN back to her own room.

“You’ll see her in a few hours!” Gemma shouts back before slamming the hotel room door and leaving Harry to doze off for just a few more minutes.

-

Hair and makeup went fast. 

It was getting closer and closer to actually walking down the aisle towards her soon-to-be life partner and she’s never felt more nervous.

Rosemary and Bethany were all rushing around - attempting to get ready in the midst of getting the bride ready.

YN didn’t want to look like a doll or have any intense makeup. It was a soft champagne smokey eye with dewy skin and a glowing highlight. A nice lip with a bit of glittering gloss.

Her hair was in big, loose curls that cascaded down her back with the front pulled off of her face. A real white flower holding it back.

Then it was the dress. She was anxious about whether Harry would like it or not. She wasn’t sure what he was expecting her to wear - a massive ball gown, a form-fitting mermaid, or something less over-the-top?

It was a show-stopper that had her memorized when she had first seen it - could automatically imagined herself getting married in Italy with this on her body.

It was also one of the only times she didn’t even care about the price tag - she knew this was it. Yes, it was absurd to spend fifty thousand pounds on a dress but it was the one time she took advantage of Harry’s wealth.

It was flowy, reminding her of the soft waves that lapped at the coast of the italian beaches. It was sophisticated, classy with a sharp starch white that billowed into a dreamlike beauty.

What had made her fall in love was the sheer, detailed sleeves that gave the dress more of a vintage, glamour appearance than the modern tight-fit, overly sexy gowns that most brides wore nowawadays. ***

The train was long and sleek. It would trail beautifully down the aisle before being bustled for the reception. It made her feel confident in a way that an item of clothing next had made her feel before.

“Your tits look amazing,” Bethany compliments before giggling when their grandmum pinches her arm for her crude language.

YN couldn’t find it in her to laugh. She felt like her voice was stuck in her throat and it wasn’t moving. 

It started to feel real.

The fact that Harry had proposed, had planned a wedding with her, that he was agreeing to marrying her today.

It was starting to scare her - no, not cold feet but anxiety that he would realize that he could do better than the lowly waitress.

Now, on a normal day, she wouldn’t be having these irrational thoughts. Today was different and it felt too good to be true.

Rosemary and Bethany sense the tension in the room, rub her shoulders, and respect her wishes when she asked for a moment alone.

YN debates picking up her phone, knowing he was busy with his bigger side of the family in the groom’s suite.

She finds herself picking up her mobile, dialing his number, and waiting with bated breath for his syrupy, warm voice to pour through the speaker.

“Everythin’ okay?” He answers, she can hear Anne and Gemma tittering about in the background, yelling at him to get a move on.

“I’m scared,” YN whispers, she holds back her tears because the last thing she wanted to do was ruin her meticulous makeup.

“Leavin’ me at the altar?” Harry jokes lowly, stepping away from prying ears.

YN giggles at his teasing tone, “Never. I…I feel like this is all too good to be true. Like it’s a dream and I’m going to wake up.”

Harry huffs, “Sweetheart. Y’my soulmate, if y’wake up - I’m right there with you, okay? God, if anyone is dreamin’ it’s me. I get t’marry the most beautiful, intelligent -“

Gemma’s voice interrupts him, “You already seduced her into marrying you! We don’t have time for this sweet talk!”

The line goes dead but YN feels much better now.

—

Rosemary was going to be the one walking her down the aisle to her new husband. It didn’t feel right to have anyone else do it as she was the one who raised her into the strong, independent woman she was today.

YN knew she wanted to have an outside wedding. 

What would be more perfect than a cool evening in Italy? It was what she had dreamed about since she was little without the idea that it would ever happen.

The weather was absolutely perfect. There was a slight warm breeze that would keep the guests from being overheated, the sun was peeking in and out of vibrant white clouds that complimented the blue sky.

She knew exactly where Harry would be standing. 

Underneath a beautiful, dated archway with intricate designs about. 

The old material had lovingly grown luscious ivy that kissed the walls in a swirling, natural design. 

YN would never forget how beautiful that ivy had looked on her wedding day, encompassing the magnificent that was her soon-to-be husband.***

The venue was open, airy but still gave off an intimacy. There weren't many rows of chairs because not many were invited to share in such an ethereal experience where soulmates have found each other and were announcing their commitment to the world.

“Are you ready, my daughter?” Her grandmother had asked quietly as they lined up behind the expansive, old brick wall that hides them from the rest of the ceremony and crowd. She could hear the whispering as people took their seats.

YN nods, her vocal cords refusing to cooperate as she imagines Harry just as nervous on the opposite side with his family. 

When the twinkling, traditional music begins from the small orchestra off to the side - the realization hits her - it is actually happening, right now.

Bethany puts her bouquet in front of her, giving one last meaningful smile at her sister before she takes her cue to turn the corner and begins her walk down the aisle. 

It meant Harry was up there, watching as she was about to appear.

Then the orchestra’s melody became louder, more grand in the signaling for the guests to stand and turned toward the back of the room - awaiting the bride’s entrance to the ceremony. 

Rosemary takes the initiative to hook their arms and guide her past the wall.

YN clutches onto her own flowers as if it’s her lifeline. ***

Every fear, insecurity, moment of self-doubt dissipates when her eyes connect to Harry’s. There is no longer a doubt in her mind that she wasn’t enough. It was a deep, unbreakable stare as Harry’s mouth parts in a gasp of awe.

He was in a suit that was undeniably him. It displayed how fucking regal he was, how it looked like he was handcrafted into the italian design, how it fit him just perfectly.

It wasn’t a normal tuxedo. It was a perfectly tailored, custom (of course) Gucci suit that excentuate his broad shoulders and the nip of his narrow hips *** ***. 

YN can’t even hear the noise of the guests - whispering about how beautiful she looks.

All she can see is her future husband, who swallows harshly as an unexpected sob wracks through his chest at the sight of his bride.

The guests can’t help but look with wide eyes as the man they know - who they’ve barely ever seen smile, let alone cry, cannot control his emotions.

Gemma, who was his ‘best man’ which they deemed ‘best woman’, rubs his back soothingly with a watery smile herself at seeing her brother so estastatic as he looks at the woman of his dreams.

Harry rubs his eyes before meeting hers again.

YN is holding back her own tears as she reaches the end of the aisle.

In tradition as old as time, Harry steps forward and Rosemary passes her hand over to him in a signal that she trusts him to take care of the girl she’s spent meticulous time raising and cultivating into the person she is today.

“I trust you to take care of my girl, she is now yours,” Rosemary tells Harry, her tone is calm and full of emotion as she allows Harry to lean over to kiss her cheek softly.

Harry nods, his usually stable voice shaky as he replies, “I promise, I’ll take care of her until the day I die.”

Rosemary nods before patting his cheek and finding her seat in the audience.

When they are finally standing face-to-face, YN reaches over to thumb off a stray tear that was sliding down his cheek before he turns his head to kiss her thumb then kissing her palm. 

Harry didn’t even acknowledge that there was anyone else watching - it was just him and her.

“Y’look breathtaking, can’t believe y’mine,” Harry murmurs trembling, his chest moving faster than usual and it felt like it was nearly impossible for him to catch his breath as he looked at the woman in front of him.

When it comes to the vows, Bethany hands over her small piece of paper that she had scribbled onto and scratched out multiple times - never quite able to get the wording just right and she says just that.

“I couldn’t find the right words to explain my love for you,” She starts, voice raspy as she looks up to see Harry watching her raptly, eyes intense and only focused on her.

“And maybe there aren’t even words to explain it because nothing felt like enough. It is how I feel a lot of the time with you. I’ll never have enough of you because you’re all-consuming to me. I have never felt happiness like I have with you.”

YN is trying to stifle her tears as she continues, Harry reaches out to rub her arm in reassurance then he lightly brushes over the new necklace he had gifted her, “You’re by far the most complex, closed-off person I have ever met. I feel like you’ve allowed me to crack the code and once I did, I wasn’t disappointed. I’ve cracked my own code, you see.”

“The code to explaining my feelings for you will come with my dedication, love, loyalty to be your wife for the rest of our lives.”

Harry can’t help what he does next despite it not falling in line at the ceremony.

His hands come up to cup her jaw and he sears his lips to hers, kissing her with all the passion and emotion he cannot seem to keep in any longer. It’s too much, has to show her in that moment how much he loves her.

A few of his uncles whistle from the crowd as their wives smack their chests in warning.

YN giggles, returning the kiss before pushing him off. 

The look in his eyes is one she knows extremely well - it sends shivers down her spine and makes her hair stand on end -, the stare down of lust and want.

“Mr. Styles,” The officiant redirects, nodding towards the piece of paper he has in his hand.

“Yeah, sorry,” Harry mumbles, unraveling the wrinkled notecard he had tucked in his inner suit pocket.

“I knew I was in love with you the moment you spilled that drink on me and undressed me in that dodgy employee bathroom,” Harry says with full sincerity, smirking at YN’s blush when he brings up the way they met.

“I tried to talk myself out of it. It was impossible to fall in love in mere minutes of meeting someone but it was the truth. I knew after our first date that I wanted y’to be m’wife. I knew after the second that I wanted y’to be the mother of my babies one day. And by the third date, I was planning on buying you a ring.”

“It sounds insane because it is. I’ve never been an impulsive, spur-of-the-moment, hopeful person before you. You made me throw all that out of the window, you make me feel alive, and when I tell you that you saved me. You saved me, m’love.”

“There is a lot of uncertainty in this world but I can tell you one thing that is absolutely fuckin’ certain -”

“Harry,” YN hisses with an eye-roll at his crude language.

“The one thing that is absolutely certain in this world is that I will always love you, always take care of you, and always do everythin’ in m’power to make you happy.”

The guests in the chairs are quite speechless. 

They’d never heard such passionate, meaningful vows from a couple. 

This was not what they were expecting of Harry who had never once put his heart on his sleeve and right now he’d laid it all out on the table.

--

“YN LN, do you agree to take Harry Edward Styles as your husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until the end of your time on earth?” The officiant asks, voice ringing against the walls of the castle.

YN has to take a big breath before she replies in a strong, firm voice as her eyes bore into Harry’s, “I do.”

“Harry Edward Styles, do you agree to take YN MN LN as your wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until the end of your time on earth?” The officiant repeats.

Harry, in ever typical fashion, in his loud, booming voice replies, “Of course I fuckin’ do.”

The guests in the audience laugh lightly as the officiant states, “I now announce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Styles. You may now kiss your bride.”

It doesn’t take more than a second for Harry to step forward, grip her face and pull her in for a kiss, it doesn’t matter that their family is there to him as he licks into her mouth which is bordering on obscene before YN brings it back to a softer, more appropriate one.

He whispers against his lips, barely audible, “Can’t believe y’my fucking wife, m’fucking heart.”

--

As people are moving towards the reception area, Harry manages to find a secluded area of the outside gardens where there is no one in sight.

“Baby, baby, y’married me,” Harry is nearly chanting, like he’s in disbelief, at the same time he’s cornering his new bride up against the brick wall with his mouth trailing sloppy wet kisses down her shoulder.

“Mmm, it was everything I ever imagined, it was so beautiful. Everything I had imagined for our day,” YN replies blissfully, hands running carefully through his meticulously styled hair.

When he bends down and lifts up the bottom of her dress, she giggles when he ducks his head underneath all the tulle and fabric, finding a very skimpy pair of white lace panties that are supposed to be saved for later.

“Harry,” YN scolds half-heartedly, it would only take one person to find them in this undeniable inappropriate situation but she willingly let him push her further against the brick and take one of her legs over his shoulder.

“Baby, these fuckin’ panties,” He groans, muffled by the barrier of the heavy fabric, and she hisses when pulls them down to the thick of her thighs and his mouths finds her center within moments.

“Fu-fuck,” She hisses, trying to keep her moans down as he wastes no time in pushing in two thick fingers to curve towards her front as his tongue laps quickly and sloppily on her clit until it feels like she’s about to explode.

“S’right, fuckin’ m’cunt. I have it f’the rest of my life, found the best one,” Harry mutters against her wet skin, almost to himself like he can’t even believe the words, before he’s back to speeding up his fingers to match the rhythm of his mouth until she’s quivering for a whole other reason now.

It takes a few minutes for Harry to calm himself down enough to be able to go into the reception, he tells YN that he can’t even look at her right now because if he does he’ll be perpetually hard throughout the whole thing.

--

The reception is more of a dinner than a party. 

Fairy lights strung above the two long tables where decadent, mouth-watering food was served with the orchestra playing light, melodic music in the background. ***

It was perfect. 

Their family drank, laughed, ate, and were merry. 

Everyone was basking in each other’s company, congratulating the new couple, and enjoying all the beauty that was surrounding them at the castle. 

There is not much more to say than that. 

--

The honeymoon suite was located on one of the highest floors of the castle, away from all of the other wedding guests and staff.

YN was sure it was beautiful but from the moment she was carried over the threshold, she didn’t see anything but her new husband - he was blinding in his beauty. His skin was glowing, a slight sheen of sweat from the reception, and the still warm bite in the breeze. ***

“Sweetheart, baby. Please let m’undress you, y’my wife,” Harry pleas softly, his hands are everywhere - her face, her shoulders, hips - continuously wandering as if it’s impossible to find one place to settle.

“Please, c’mon. I need you, H,” She agrees, letting him take down the zipper on the side of her gown.

The expensive garment discarded on the floor in a pool of fabric as he fully takes in her lingerie set. ***

“Fuck me, darlin’,” Harry chuckles in amazement, fingertips tracing over the delicate lace that was stitched by Alessandro Michele himself for the bride, "Y’body is a god damn dream, look at you. - fuck.”

“Please,” His wife whimpers, voice desperate as his light and careful touches are no longer enough. 

She needs him close, she needs her husband.

“Okay, okay,” He simpers, moving her back until he can have her right where he wants her, on her back in the middle of the massive, blanket-ridden bed - her white lingerie standing out against the dark duvet.

Harry had always imagined this night. 

To have someone laid out underneath him. 

No rush, no urgency but to truly, physically show that person through touch that you love them.

He starts near her collarbone, feathery heated kisses that warm her skin as she welcomes him with heavy weight on top of her so eager he wasn’t even undressed yet.

When his mouth finds her nipples through the sheer fabric, she pushes her chest up in encouragement as he bites at the nubs with sharp but careful teeth that wet the fabric.

“It feels so good, baby,” YN mewls, letting him nip and suck for a moment before pushing him up until he’s rid of every inch of fabric that had been covering his body.

“M’always gonna make y’feel good. I’ll fuck you wherever, wehenver cause you’re m’wife,” Harry grunts, impatiently reaching behind to unclasp the corset until her breasts spill free and jiggle in a way that makes his mouth water.

“Wait, wait,” YN puts a hand to his cheek when he already has his mouth darting out to lap at her hardened nipple.

“Don’t make me wait, m’heart,” Harry grumbles with a furrowed brow, his hand still unable to stop from reaching up to palm at her full breasts, thumbs rolling the nipples as he stares fiercely up at her.

“You know how you got me a present?” YN murmurs, biting back a whimper when a zip of electricity shoots from her nipple down to where she’s already dripping for him, “I got you something too.”

Harry’s face relaxes, it’s like he finds his grounding again, “Baby, didn’t need t’get me anythin’. Y’the best fuckin’ gift I could have gotten. Does look beautiful sittin’ between y’tits though.”

His new wife giggles, “Well I really hope you like mine….it’s non-refundable.”

He looks at her with confusion even more so when she wriggles down her panties and flips on her belly with her arms resting under chin.

Of course, Harry finds it immediately and she can tell by the deep, pleased growl he emits from the back of his throat, “You fuckin’ didn’t.”

“I did.”

It was his name, small and cursive right on her bum cheek. 

After they got engaged, he went out and got her name tattooed on his pec - much to her dismay. 

She had never talked about returning the favor and had kept it the ultimate surprise.

“I think I almost just came from this,” Harry rasps, his fingers tracing the small ink over and over in awe, “Baby, y’put m’name on your bum. It makes y’look like my property, sweetheart.”

“I am yours,” YN giggles, yelping when she feels his teeth graze the sensitive skin before he’s suckling and licking at his name - can’t take his eyes off the beauty of her.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ are,” He agrees whole-heartedly, his hands calming to cup and palm at her cheeks as he fawns over his wedding present, “This is the best present I’d ever fuckin’ received, fuck - never goin’ to get over this.”

He doesn’t want to look away from the tattoo but knows how he wants to fuck his wife for the first time so he flips her onto her back once again, lips finding hers. 

She whispers, hand wrapping around his cock, “Still have to pay you back for earlier.”

“No blowies tonight, pet. We’re goin’ to do it the right way, m’gonna make love to you,” Harry murmurs, his lips finding hers as he bats her hand away to grasp at his thick base. He teases the sensitive head over her clit and entrance a few times before slowly sinking in.

“Ohh, been ready for you all day. You looked like a fucking wet dream standing at the alter, waiting for me,” YN sighs happily, wriggling her hips to adjust a bit before she spreads her legs and lets Harry rest in between them, “Ever since I saw you in the suit, I’ve been waiting.”

“Yeah, baby? I can tell, y’so wet, warm f’me,” Harry praises, his movements are slow and unrushed, their hips meeting gently as he pushes in each time with care, “Can’t believe y’gonna let me have this for the rest of m’life.”

“I love you so so much,” She utters breathlessly as he continues to make her feel so fucking full - emotionally and physically, “Best husband ever, can’t believe it.”

Harry chuckles tenderly, “Baby, I need y’to come soon. I’m so close, never come this quick. The thought of y’being my wife is making it impossible to last then with the tatto-”

YN soothes his hair in understanding, pushing up to meet their lips and allow their tongues to dance as he lifts her thigh against his hip to thrust in with a bit more force. His thumb comes to her clit to spur her along which doesn’t take much with how aroused she’s been all day.

Harry follows right after, much to his embarrassment of his lack of stamina but can you blame him? He has the hottest fucking wife on the planet.

“Round two?” YN smirks as he leans down to pepper kisses all over her cheeks. She knows the night has just begun.

“Mmm,” He agrees instantly, “Now that we made love, m’gonna fuck y’from behind so I can watch my name jiggle on your arse.”

And that’s what he does. It takes nearly no rebound time, flips her on her belly again to gaze and worship his name as he fills out in no time again. His fingers occasionally dip back between her thighs to tease at her entrance before he swipes her own wetness on the tattoo to lick it off.

She’s tired, exhausted from the events of the day but wants to reach that last orgasm before sleep overtakes them. 

On her hands and knees, Harry doesn’t pound into her like he normally would. 

Instead, he eases back in with eyes darting between his wedding present and where they’re connecting, his thumb diligently rubbing hard and steady circle on her nerves.

“C’mon wifey, need y’to not be stubborn,” Harry goads, feeling his release coming again - he pinches her clit with just enough pressure that has her whining before Harry has to hold her up by the waist as she quivers.

It has him finishing right after with a gentle smack to her bumcheek, the skin already tender and sore from all of his attention on the spot as it was.

“I loved your vows,” YN murmurs against his chest. He had wrapped her up in one of the plush blankets and he had pulled on a tight pair of briefs and they were laying on a lounge chair on the blacony under the italian stars.

“I loved yours just as much, y’did crack the code m’love ‘cause now I’m yours forever,” Harry rumbles, his voice raspy with drowsiness.

Little did they know that in a few short years, they would be back under these italian stars with knowledge that they were growing a little product of their love in her belly.

A litte baby named Ivy, just like the beautiful, lucious nature that had decorated the place in magneificent as they spoke vows - dedicating their lives to each other.

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