#more of that au tis has bewitched me

[dol-dee]

Avery really had to thank whichever little creep had spiked her wife’s drink

[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

how does it feel to carry the hinny fandom on your back?? bc you eat up these fics every time 😍😍😍

If I can contribute to the survival of my OTP then I will have done my job. I know this is not at all what you meant, but using this as an opportunity to shout out some of my very favorite fics also carrying the hinny torch:

I love anything by @starlingflight, but particularly:

Bewitched - Spooky Halloween, Muggle (kind of) AU.

Someone Else's Life - I LOVE the characterization in this one, and it's tied up in a really interesting Auror case

Priorities - THIS IS CANON TO ME. Missing HBP moment.

Fallin' All In You & Everything I Wanted - THE definitive missing moments fics - the leadup to and the entirety of hinny's too-short canon relationship. THEY ARE EVERYTHING TO ME.

@takeariskao3 READ HER STUFF, HER HINNY ANGST MAKES ME FEEL SO MUCH:

It's a Match! - Muggle AU, textfic, excellent characterization

my hand's at risk (i fold) - I didn't think anything could make me pro slytherin!Harry but THIS DID. Inter-house quidditch rivalries

Spring Fever - Omegaverse, enter at your own risk but the characterization is chef's kiss. (ngl I had no idea what this meant when I started reading)

The Path From You - Hinny second chances AU. The PINING. The characterization. The mystery. Bodyguard AU sort of??

Already Gone - currently being reworked and re-uploaded but cannot go without mentioning, bc it's that good. Hinny amnesia fic. Keep an eye out

@whinlatter is a mad genius:

Beasts - Ginny's 7th year, canon compliant. SUCH a good character study and deep dive into Ginny, and tbh the most realistic portrayal of the year post war I've ever read. Great hinny moments, their relationship feels so real.

the room at the top of the house - missing Beasts moment but tbh works as a standalone, it's so good.

think/hope - HBP/DH missing moments, post hinny breakup. Has anyone made hinny angst more beautiful? I think not.

Orchards - THE Hinny 6th year summer fic, like it could not be more perfect.

Others you should check out

JSYK ILY by @brightlybound - such a cute textfic that I fell in love with, Muggle AU.

everything i am is yours by @brightlybound again - Muggle AU, childhood friends(ish), so heartwarming and adorable

Persist and resist the temptation to ask you by @nuatthebeach - I'm such a sucker for a childhood friends to lovers fic and this takes the cake

The In-Betweens by @honeydukesheroine - Missing HBP moments, could be canon

@floreatcastellumposts has so many moments I love in her Missing Hogwarts Moments series

I'm sure there are so many others that I'm forgetting at the moment. Pls feel free to reblog & add your favorites too, make it a hinny love fest.

[misaheadless]

a star love~

(Gyokko Idol ×hantengu modern aus)

Hantengu was a basic man, medium wavy messy hair and red eyes, he was working as a cashier in a little grocery store,he was finally on vacation which was very rare, he was happy about it because he was fed up with his tyrannical boss so he planned to go out clubbing and enjoy his first day of vacation

He dress up with a black Hoodie,a black jean and his dock marteen he start walking away with his key in his hand,heading to the club

In the club, everybody was dancing and drinking, Hantengu was walking in the crowd and then he see him,on the stage his long magenta-dark purple hair tied in a bun,his percent and seductif eyes,his black sleeveless t-shirt showing his muscular arms, his gray cargo with his multiple white and black belts and his doc marteens and a black helmet on his ears, it was gyokko the famous idol, even if he was famous gyokko was looking at him in awe like he never seen someone so beautiful,a light blush come on his face but he Quickly grab a glass of whisky and start drinking trying to stop thinking of him but he couldn't,his beautiful voice was bewitched him

The next morning he wake up in a room that wasn't his,he was only in boxer and he has horrible headache :

Where the Fuck i am...

He then saw gyokko on the balcony,smoking a cigarette with a towel wrap around his waist,his hair were looking even better wet, hantengu blushed and Ask :

Hey ! Why i am here where are we ?! How did i finish here ?!

Gyokko look at him with a smirk on his face

Wow wow calm down darling let me explain~ last night after the show i get to the bar and i saw you i was drunk and you too we kiss and then we Fuck,it was Amazing

Wait..... how do you remember everything but not me?

Gyokko chuckle

I think i was less drink than you~

Hantengu sigh quite embarrased and get up:

Listen im gonna go back to my house and we gonna prétend nothing happen.

Gyokko chuckle and blows his cigarette smoke on hantengu's face

If you Say so cutie~

Hantengu cough and look at him a little annoyed, gyokko chuckle

Your cute when your angry~

Hantengu roll his eyes and go to the bathroom with his clothes to get dress , when he finish he left the house

Later as he was at work he saw gyokko coming in the store everyone look at him and rush on him begging for photos or autographs

But gyokko ignore them and come to see hantengu

Hi babe~

He was obviously teasing him

Everyone was shocked and jealous of Hantengu Being the "boyfriend" of Gyokko

Hantengu was shocked and blushed because he was obviously not his Boyfriend but he was feeling weird from the first time he saw him plus he know he would has a bad réputation if he reject him so he respond

H-hi babe

How are you doing today~? Want to do shopping ?

U-um a-alright

Good !

Gyokko take him by the arm and leave the store, hantengu was shocked he thought he meant AFTER his work not While his work

W-what are you doing ?! I-im working !

You don't need that !

Days later, Gyokko was always Paying thing for hantengu,he loved him and wanted to spoil him, Hantengu was also inlove with gyokko but he wanted to show him that he don't really want his money

One day Gyokko invited Hantengu in a rich restaurant,They eat together and after the meal gyokko take hantengu to a secret plain where we could see the beautiful stars

I have something to tell you...

Hantengu was curious

W-what is it?

Gyokko took his hand and pull him closer

I love you~

Hantengu was shocked and blushed insanely

M-me too but why me...?

Gyokko chuckle

Because your the first person to love me for who i am really and not just because im a idol...

He pull him closer and kiss him his arm wrapped on his waist

Hantengu blushed more but he let out happen and put his hands in his pecs

They kissed as the stars were shining brighter from the sun...and their love

The end~

[kyoongboxi]

Faith —

[Baekhyun AU]

Summary; A night to remember when you finally got to tell him how do you feel about you and him in the past after you finally found out as well that he is the one

Pairing; Baekhyun x Reader

Genre; fluff, romance, a bit of sexual intercourse

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"Let me tell you.. Something. Something that I want to tell from long ago.. And now glad I found the right time"

It was midnight, around 2 a.m in the morning to be exact. The rain is falling softly outside your apartment from hours ago. Adding to the fact that its like a paid actor paired with a dim lights inside your apartment as well as the TV muffled sounds mixed into one. Your soft spoken words along with the soft strokes of your fingers against his hair caused the man getting more sleepier than ever.

"What is it?" Baekhyun managed to answer with both of his eyes still closed. He was currently laying on your lap against the couch. Both of you just finished a movie night. Your first movie night ever as a family. Your first movie night ever as a somebody which tied up into a vow with each other.

He still has the white hair and he was wearing your favorite top. A simple black t-shirt that emphasize his broad shoulder with a small rose printed on the left paired with a white sweatpants. You swore you told him to change the color of his sweatpants before the movie night started because with the color white, you could easily spotted his boner but he said he didn't want to change with a laugh find its way into his lips.

"You are my last crush ever back then in middle school. I thought you're just the same with other guy but it turned out you were different" You spoke again softly. Ready to start the story as you keep your eyes directed to him. Oh he was the perfect man ever and you were so lucky that the man with his devilishly handsome features just had his matching ring with the woman who was now talking to him in the middle of the night.

"Just that?" This time, it was his chance to react. Baekhyun chuckles as he turned his head to the side. He had both of his arms circled around your waist, to nuzzles closer against your belly. Enjoying the warmth that makes him wanna sleep right away.

"Middle school passed, high school passed.. College passed. But you never leave my head ever since. Even when there's another guy that caught my eyes, my interest.. And you showed up in my dream right away as if you're telling me 'Nah I'm not gonna let you forget about me for the sake of other guy'"

"It was.. Pretty crazy. I was suffering because of that" You continued. "I was doing my best to let you go because I know you have a pretty girlfriend that you like to brag on your Instastory. You both have the same hobby.. And hell my heart was a bit broken everytime I clicked your Instastory"

"I even went to see a psychiatrist— and a priest. You won't believe me about this one" You were half laughing when you said that because it was hilarious thinking you have been bewitched by him to find that you're actually his soulmate.

Baekhyun raise his head to see you as both of your eyes met. "You went to a psychiatrist? Because of me?"

You nodded. Pushing his head back to your lap again using your palm as you broke his stare and staring against the TV instead. "Will you believe me that you always terrorize me in my dream even though I'm not thinking about you at all when I'm awake? It was hell, Baekhyun. I remember I was currently finishing my thesis but— I don't know it might sounds like I'm obsessed with you"

"But I swear.. I'm not. I know my place, I know who am I because you have a girlfriend back then anyway. I don't wanna be the reason of your broke up so I keep silent."

"Hey" A soft tap on your jaw caused you to look into his direction. Baekhyun is no longer on your lap. He sat straight next to you with his slightly messy hair-revealed forehead. "I'm sorry for what happened to you sweetheart"

He has your fingers intertwined with his. Softly grazing your wedding ring as he stare into it. "I'm sorry that my handsomeness causing you to suffer"

You swore you could see his cheeky smile as the words rolled out his tongue so you pulled your fingers away to slap his chest. His laughter filled the room and he can't resist to pull you over into his lap. You immediately hugged him right away, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. Both of you stays like that in a such position for a while. You nestled comfortably against his lap along his warm embrace. Baekhyun's finger neakily make his way under your hoodie. Noticing that you didn't wear any a piece of clothing underneath.

"Wait" You pulled your head from his neck to face him in the face. His gaze towards you was full of emotions. Love and adoration.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you think I'm getting skinnier? Because my mom said so. How's my weight?" With that, you bounce up and down once, twice, thrice against his lap until he held you down by the waist to make you stop. "Stop doing that or you're gonna hate me more for wearing a white sweatpants"

You were burst out into laughing but immediately stopped when you feel something nudges your thigh. "No you're perfect just the way you are. I really love your weight on me. I'm not lying I'm being honest I swear"

A sudden flow of emotions washed over you and it caused you to feel the grieve. You're madly in love with this man. You didn't want anyone else but him and him only. So you leaned in, arms circled around his neck as you hide your face again into his neck. "I love you Byun"

"I love you too my baby" He pats your back several times under your hoodie.

"I'm not your baby. You are my baby" You murmured softly against his neck as your eyelids getting heavier everytime Baekhyun gently strokes your back.

"No I'm not your baby. You never breastfeeding me!" Baekhyun protested with a laugh. You could feel his chest vibrated because of the close proximity you were both in. Several seconds passed with a comfortable silence. You were just about to drift off into a sleep until you feel his fingertips delicately make its way into your ribcage with barely any pressure. Caused you to hums in satisfaction.

"My breasts is sore. Time of the month is coming. Don't squeeze it you pervert" You murmured again sleepily.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of you my baby. My fingers and my lips would never disappoint you" His fingertips went higher, softly stroking your skin until it arrived on your mounds. And thats how he ended up admitting he was your baby because you finally gives him what he wants.

You watch him sleepily as you stroke his hair softly. The man got both of his eyes closed and you noticed he was enjoying it too much from the way he pursed his lips along with the soft tug against it. He didn't remove your hoodie, instead he pulled it up until he can see it clearly without any piece of clothing blocked his eyesight.

'I swear this man... '

Kyoongboxi's works 🐾

[copiousloverofcopia]

🐍 SECONDO FIC MASTER LIST🐍

These are all the fanfiction AO3 links to Secondo related content. Please see pinned post on Tumblr for other Papa content!

If you don't see something you are interested in please feel free to send an ask when open as well as commission me through the heart mug site. Link in pinned post!

Multi-Chapter Works:

⛧ Let There Be Night (COMPLETE) >>> Secondo & OC Loren Secondo Emeritus decides he will bite the bullet for the sake of his family and get a Prime Mover. The sister he chooses is perfect for the task but unlike any of his typical lovers. Will the pact between them be fruitful or will it die on the vine? (NSFW-Romance/Fluff/Pregnancy Loss/Angst/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy) Secondo x Loren Sequel Snippets (Mini sequels to the Papas in Love stories): 🜏 Let Them Wait Secondo awaits his name to be called for the return to the stage when it gets an unexpected guest. (SFW-Fluff/Daddy Secondo) 🜏 As the Night Settled In (Spin off) Copia pulls an all nighter after becoming Cardinal and gets some much-needed release when he gets back to his lover. (NSFW-Romance/MFM/Established relationship/COPIIIA/UNRELATED/NON-RELATED AU)

⛧ The Games We Play (COMPLETE-Feat. OC of @spectralmagpie) You are Desdemona, a part Imp Sister of Sin with a penchant for a good time and an insatiable appetite for driving your lover, Papa Secondo, mad. When you discover an exciting development within the Abbey will be limiting his time with you more, you decide, with the help of Terzo, take it as a challenge to find a way to entertain yourself and get a rise out of him. (NSFW-Public Sex/Romance/Brat/Exhibitionism/Multi-Kink/Feat. OC) ⛧ The Hell Torn Heart (ONGOING-Feat. OC of @ashley-ghuleh) After a recurring dream leaves Marcus, a half-demon/half-hellhound, dealing with the ghosts of his troubled past and visions of a place he has never been. He is unexpectedly thrust into an unknown world. Guided by a mysterious couple to the Ministry, surrounded by ghouls and siblings of sin. The once outcast struggles with what haunts him and learning to find himself—until he meets Secondo. (NSFW- Hellhound OC x Secondo/Romance/Angst/Anal Sex/BDSM)

One Off Works:

Exactly As it Should Be Secondo wasn't sure what to think when you told him you wanted to have a baby. Now holding his newborn daughter, the world has suddenly changed. (SFW- Fluff/Romance/First time Dad Secondo) You Bewitch Me You have reached a breaking point with body dysmorphia and seclude yourself in the bathroom only to be discovered by your lover Papa Emeritus II. (SFW-Part 1/2/Comfort/Body Image problems/Gender Neutral reader) Spell Cast After a hard bout of body dysmorphia, your lover Secondo shows you just how much he worships the body you reside in. (NSFW-Part 2/2 Comfort/Body image problems/Romance/Body Worship) Anything For You The celebrations of Lupercalia have begun at the Abbey and while you agreed that you wouldn't "celebrate" in the traditional way, seeing everyone else do it is getting to you and your Papa can tell. (NSFW-Lupercalia/Valentine's Day/Romance/Fluff/Comfort) More Than a Feeling As a FtM brother of sin in the Ministry things have not been the easiest. One thing however was sure, your love for Papa Emeritus II. When Papa leads Black Mass one evening, your entire life changes. (NSFW-Romance/Love Confession/Breeding Kink/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy/Transmale character/Mpreg) The Feel of Silk You were invited to Secondo's bed chambers knowing exactly what to expect...he did not disappoint. (NSFW-Romance/Light BDSM/blindfolding) Liquid Courage The hard and unapproachable Papa you have been crushing hard on gets a few drinks in him and finally decides to confess something to you…and the rest of the Abbey. (SFW-Romance/Love Confession/Gender Neutral Reader/First kiss) The Medusa The tables are turned for Secondo when his lives has him tied to the bed. (NSFW-BDSM/Edgeplay)

Secondo One Off Works Featuring Other's OCs):

Starving (feat. OC of @sirlsplayland) Secondo has been a bit of an overbearing expectant father, when he decides to show his Prime Mover, Marzanna, just how much she means to him. (NSFW-Romance/Pregnancy sex/Pregnancy Kink/Secondo POV)

Thank you for reading!

May he walk with you in Darkness, leading you from the Light

⛧ PM Ren

[sashi-ya]

here to give my boy ace some love. with the soba stand and a f!reader. i’ll leave it up to you if you want sfw or nsfw if that’s okay!

also love this cute event! wano is the best!🥰

My sweet Mimi!! Of course! I chose to write this request in a SFW way, based on the special drawing Oda made for One Piece Magazine of Ace and Sabo at Wano! So I hope you like it! It's pretty sweet and cute! Thank u for requesting! Love u!! 💖 ~

~ 🌸 Cherry Blossoms Over Wano Event 🌸 ~

Sfw~ Portgas D. Ace x F! Reader ~ Sangoro's Soba Stand

tw: no tw. fluffy and sweet. For this AU Ace is alive and has traveled to Wano with Sabo who is also ok. (as it should have been, Oda). Inspired by this drawing Oda did for One Piece Magazine .

A/n: I'm not trying to imply something happened in between Sanji and Ace in the past, but heh well, it's up to you what you wanna interpret hehehe ~ Also, I named (@kwnblack did) the dog in the drawing as Dango

wc: 1.6K

Like this event? masterlist 🌸~

Orange like fire, he models his kimono tied around his waist. His hair has grown a little longer, and he is now able to tie a full natural ちょんまげ (chonmage) over his head. Two swords, swords he is not able to wield perfectly but just for the look he carries.

He has tasted onigiris, dango, and everything edible so far, while he waits for his younger brother, the cry-baby, Luffy to create the ruckus needed to defeat Kaido and free the land of Wano.

Sabo, his brother, accompanies him. He is a little concerned, but he knows the gum gum boy will be able to escape safely from Udon prison.

“We should go and help him” Ace suggests, munching a big onigiri and scratching the little beard he has left to grow on his chin. “We will see how it goes. I’m sure he will be all right, but I have Koala there to supervise and call me whether it is necessary or not” Sabo says, with a hint of worry in his voice.

Both brothers look at each other, and somehow no words are necessary when it comes to taking care of his brother…

Suddenly, Ace feels attacked. A fluffy Shiba dog runs into him just to steal the rice ball he is holding from his hand. He chokes but soon starts laughing, as the doggie licks his cheeks clean from several rice grains.

“Dango!! Come here! Oh my god! I’m so sorry, sir!” you run towards them, trying to catch Dango, your Shiba dog. His leash cut and he ran towards the first stranger holding food he could see.

Once the blonde man helped you grab your dog properly, the sweet laughter of the poor victim filled your ears. He was still lying on the ground, laughing, and wiping the dog’s slobber from his face when you came closer to help him stand.

“I’m really sorry, Sir” you tell him, lending your hand to him.

Warm and soft, his palm grazes yours. As he stands up, your eyes are blessed by the sweet countenance of a man, that deep inside looks like a child. Wavy black hair, a beautiful smile, as bright as the sun, freckles scattered on his cheeks like aces, like stars.

Love at first sight, yes, that's what it is. Bewitched by his beauty, you stutter a couple of times, before being able to offer him to buy some new food.

“S-sir. I am deeply sorry. Please, allow me to buy you something to eat in compensation for my dog stealing your food” you tell him, as he slowly let’s go of your hand and fixes his orange with a chrysanthemums pattern kimono.

“I’ll be more than pleased, miss” he says, already so cheerful accepting your offering - despite you thought he would say no, at all-. “Ace!! You’ve eaten enough!” the blonde guy scolds him, and you learn his name is probably Ace.

Both brothers begin to fight, bickering so childish. “Ramen head” and “Freckled bitch” were the names they used for each other and you couldn’t help but see the resemblance and giggle.

“I can buy you two plates of Soba from that stand right there” you mumble, trying to break the fight. Both look at you, straight faces that slowly change to beautiful smiles.

Ace walks up to you and grabs you from your hand. “Let’s go, this ramen head has a special mission with a special someone now, so he won’t be able to accompany us” Ace hiss to his brother, showing clearly, he wants to be alone with you.

Sabo sighs, and nods. “Go ahead, my silly brother is right. Gotta attend some major compromises. Thank you so much for your offering, Miss” he says, smiling sweetly.

“No problem!”

The soft hand of Ace, around your wrist feels so sweet and caring. It’s almost as if you have known him since forever. “You say you wanted to eat some soba?” he asks, pulling you out from your constant stare onto his freckles. “Oh, uh... yes! That Soba is the best in Wano! Since I tasted it a few weeks ago, I loved it!”

The stall is full of people waiting for their plates, women, and children excited, men absolutely delighted by the amazing taste of the Soba noodles. The blonde guy making them, professionally folds the dough and even puts up a show when the buckwheat turns to an elastic, golden pasta.

Ace drools, he is clearly into eating delicious food more than you could have expected. “Oi! Sangoro! Two plates!” he chimes but he stops right there when the blonde cook looks at him. Both amazed and happy.

“Ace??!” the cook utters. “Sanj-... SANGORO!” Ace answers back. Apparently, they know each other.

The guys hug, and you realize they do know each other… too damn well. While you stand next to him, waiting for the soba or his attention, you realize they might be at least good friends… Sangoro, who has another name but for some reason both decide to go with the lie, spots you and his eyes turn to hearts. “BEAUTIFUL LADY!!” he exclaims, bowing at you. “Are you perhaps Ace’s girlfriend?”

Your cheeks turn more than red… his girlfriend? “She is my companion this beautiful sunny day; his doggie here decided our destinies will cross today. By the way… what’s your name?” Ace asks, realizing he has never asked your name, yet still pulled you to some kind of a date.

“Oh… uh… I’m (Name)” you tell him, petting -a lot harder than you should- Dango’s head. “Nice to meet you, (Name). Please, have this special Soba from me” Sangoro says, handing you two (and Dango) a plate of his delicious gourmet preparation.

“Thanks man” Ace mumbles, and from the tip of his index finger a little flame appears, lighting the cook’s cigar that hangs from his lips. This man is a total tease, and he doesn’t even have to try… Sangoro’s cheeks turn as red as yours, and his blue eye show some kind of panic. Who knows why?

Both sit on the little stairs of a house, and while devouring the Soba, Ace falls asleep all of a sudden. Even Dango stops eating his plate to breathe, but this man not only does not breathe when eating but also falls unexpectedly asleep. You look at him with a noodle hanging from your lips, unable to swallow because this is way too weird.

He snores, and you can’t help but giggle. What kind of man is this? He produces flames, he pigs out without munching enough and now falls asleep. But, although he acts weird, you know he is a sweet man.

You whisper, getting closer to him to try waking him up. “Uh… A-Ace?”.

Suddenly, he opens his eyes but starts choking like crazy. You hit his back several times until he is able to breathe back, with tears in the corner of his eyes and laughing so cutely.

“So, what were you saying?” he asks, acting as if nothing happened. “Oh. uhm… nothing. This Soba is delicious, isn’t it?” you say, to ease the awkwardness and simply have something to say.

Ace comes closer to your face, and his fingers pick something off the commissure of your lips. “Apparently, yes” he says, and shows the little noodle that’s been stuck there for who knows how long.

You widen your eyes, completely sunk into embarrassment and cover your face with your hands. Dango, your fluffy friend, also covers his eyes with his paws, feeling second-hand embarrassment from you. But Ace is different. He doesn’t laugh at you for such a silly reason and instead he doesn’t move away. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your hands and even a smile that you can’t see but it’s clearly there.

“Why are you so shy?” he asks. You spread your fingers, just enough for your eyes to see him looking at you. Close, so close. “I…Uh… I’m s-sorry” you mumble. “For what, (Name)?” he asks again. His presence feels intimidating, but even though it does, you sense he has no mischievous intentions with you.

Ace lovingly pulls your arms down, to uncover your countenance. “Can I see your face?”. “Uhum” you hum, with a trembling voice.

Freckles so close to you, you are tempted to play “connect the dots” with them just to see what magical drawing they reveal. For some seconds, your eyes got fixed on each other, grey burning irises on yours, what do they want to tell?

Your lips barely separate, as if they were waiting for something from him. His sweet smile, showing a little from his teeth. A connection impossible to break -it’s not that you actually want to-. Slow, little by little, closing your eyes you wait for his lips to graze yours. And he takes all the time to do so.

But when he finally does… It feels magical.

Just a soft peck, a chaste kiss at first.

Slowly but surely your mouth will allow his tongue to enter, maybe you just met him and maybe it’s not correct to kiss a stranger so fast… but who cares?

His hand grabs your waist, pulling you close, a smile you can feel pressed against yours, anticipating a passionate kiss…

A passionate kiss that your dog gives both of you, as Dango jumps over you two licking your faces of the little traces of some soba that could have been left on your cheeks. Apparently Sangoro’s plates had a sprinkle of something irresistible…

“DANGO, NO!!!”

“Okay, okay Dango, I will give some kisses to you too!” ❤ ~

[maliceinborderland]

This whole situation with Saint getting continuously plagiarized is extremely unfair and I can only imagine she might have deactivated altogether.

One thing is certain:

Dawn, @lalunanymph, in no way plagiarized Saint.

I felt the need to make this post because @saintobio and @lalunanymph are both writers I look up to and that I respect a lot. Their writing really motivated me to write more for the JJK universe, so to see this clash and groundless accusations is really disheartening to see. As someone who read both Dawn’s Bewitched series and Saint’s Sincerely series, I can assure you 100% that there are very little similarities. Also, to accuse someone of copying another’s blog setup is ridiculous considering the amount of templates available here on tumblr for blogs to use, so you’re bound to find some blogs having similar looking themes and masterlists. Also, a lot, and I mean A LOT of fic writers get inspired by music so we’re bound to create playlists or include links to music in our fic descriptions or masterlists. This isn’t anything original or unique, it’s literally very overused, but we all do it anyway.

And to emphasize just how different these two works are, I’m going to be comparing and contrasting them. Spoilers ahead, duh.

Let’s start with the similarities:

Both are based on The Remarried Empress

Both involve love triangles(of sorts)

The premise of both is an arranged marriage

Both MCs come from well off families yet are quite humble

There’s another woman(there always another woman ffs)

Male leads both have some sort of mommy issues fueled even further by their shitty dads

Male leads really want an heir

Widowed Toji throwing massive shade at the male leads for not appreciating their living wives as they should

That’s literally about it. Deadass.

Now if you want me to into the differences, I totally can, and I will. I’m not going to go deeply into all the differences because this would be one hell of a long post, and we’d be here for quite some time. I’ll be focusing on the main points, or the ones I feel are important, anyway.

The differences consist of:

The Sincerely series is set in the modern era, whereas Bewitched is a historical AU, so both reference things respective to the time periods they’re set in.

Sincerely sees Satoru Gojou as its male lead, and Bewitched has Naoya Zenin as its male lead.

In the Sincerely series, Satoru and the MC were childhood sweethearts that drifted apart in adolescence, and in Bewitched Naoya and the MC had no prior connection with each other whatsoever and quite literally met at the alter.

In Bewitched, Naoya is a known womanizer and his affair involving a kitchen aid happened out of pettiness rather than love, as opposed to Satoru in Sincerely who was in love and had a secret relationship with one of his office workers prior to his marriage to the MC.

In Bewitched, the MC is very close with her mother, and in Sincerely, the MC’s mother passed away when she was quite young

The relationship the MC has with her mother in law in the Sincerely series is complex. In the first part of the series the mother in law adores MC, but due to certain events grows to despise the MC in the second part of the series. In Bewitched, MC’s mother in law has been deceased for quite some time so there’s no way of knowing what their relationship would be like, however it is alluded that the Zenin matriarch would have taken quite the liking to the MC considering she’s the daughter of one of her closest friends and former lady in waiting.

In Bewitched, the MC belongs to the Kamo family and only married Naoya in order for there to be a ceasefire between both of their clans and so that both can reap the benefits of the unified clans/territories. In the Sincerely series, the MC doesn’t hold ties to any pre-existing families from the Jujutsu Kaisen universe until her marriage to Satoru, and in the second series, her partnership/relationship to Toji Fushiguro.

In Bewitched, there is a lot of bloodshed between the families of the MC and Naoya. In Sincerely, the only bloodshed is the one following Satoru’s stepmother.

In Bewitched, MC eventually grows to love Naoya, whereas in Sincerely, the MC has always been fond of Satoru and the two had made childhood promises to marry someday.

In Sincerely, MC takes birth control to prevent pregnancy, as she does not want a child born into a loveless marriage. In Bewitched, the MC struggles to conceive and even fears she might be infertile and of “no use” to her husband.

As trivial as this difference seems, in Bewitched the MC becomes pregnant with twin sons and later on with a daughter, presumably, and in Sincerely, the MC only becomes pregnant with a singular son although Satoru strongly desires for them to have a daughter eventually.

Satoru isn’t as much of an asshole to the MC as Naoya, to be quite honest. At times, although rarely, Satoru demonstrated feelings of remorse and wistfulness when it came to his respective MC, and Naoya was more of a gradual self-realization of him being an asshole.

In Sincerely, it is evident Toji feels some sort of way towards the MC, which eventually does blossom further into the second part of the series. In Bewitched, he functions more as a confidant for the MC and conscience for Naoya.

In Bewitched, Naoya and the MC learn to make their relationship work and develop together and as individuals, but unfortunately, in the Sincerely series, this is not the case for Satoru and the MC.

The list literally continues

[snackhobi]

summary: namjoon worships you, only you, and would dedicate his life and soul to show you the depths of his love and devotion.

pairing: namjoon x f!reader / word count: 2.1k / genre: smut (NSFW, 18+), warlock!namjoon/patron!reader, sort of a fantasy!au

warnings: sexually explicit content, religious imagery/talk of worship and blasphemy, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, talk of magic (does that need to be a warning)

this is part of my 1.1k milestone event!

a/n: @ whoever it was on my google survey who wanted to see a fantasy!au and also wanted to see more stuff with namjoon- this is dedicated to you! I swore I wasn’t going to even think about things for my 1.1k milestone but I saw your response and immediately got hit with inspo; I’m sure this isn’t what you were asking for when you said fantasy but! I hope you like it anyway! unbeta-ed bc I smashed this out in an afternoon and @hobi-gif​ is asleep rn and I’m impatient OOPS

“You give me too much.”

“Oh?” The sound of your voice, heavenly, shining. Dripping with amusement. Affection. “You would spurn my favour?”

“Never,” Namjoon whispers. A confession, each word a benediction. “Never, my lady.”

The sound of your laughter, smooth and light. You tilt your head, bare the unspoiled column of your neck, shimmering, glimmering, glittering. Your skin shines with the finest fragrant oils, dusted with ground gold leaf, iridescent. Your body gilded and girded, as always, in the finest cloth and metal and jewels, reclining, utterly at ease. Glowing with your divine power; divine grace.

Divine beauty.

Divine.

Namjoon is blessed, to have you as his Patron. 

For all that his words are audacious, you do not strike him down. Him, a mere mortal, sworn to your service; you’ve always allowed him space to speak, to talk. Far more than he deserves, nothing better than the dust under your feet, marring the ground that should be unblemished and clean for you.

“I wish but to reward you, dearest,” you murmur, and a shiver trickles down Namjoon’s spine.

His soul is sworn to yours in a never-ending pact, magic tied intrinsically to you, his Patron, his Goddess, the source of his power. A warlock whose oath promises his utter devotion—blessed, he truly is blessed to be able to call himself yours. Where others had given their souls to the dark beings of the nether, begging for power, strength—here Namjoon is, in your heavenly aureole, not fey nor fiend, but a deity.

His deity.

“I would never be so presumptuous, my lady,” says Namjoon.

“And I would reward you for your humility. Is that not what you want, Namjoon? Is that not why you swore yourself to me? To be rewarded with the powers that you now command?”

Namjoon is monstrously powerful, now. He’s always been intelligent and sharp and quick, but now—with you at his shoulder—he’s far, far more than that. The fabric of the universe picks itself apart at his will, with your guiding hand, and reforms itself as he sees fit. Mere mortals tremble as he passes, a behemoth draped in endless strength, so strong it shines out from him, always.

An endless reminder of his devotion to you.

He’d always chased knowledge. Found himself still ravenous for it, even after plundering the world’s greatest libraries, learning from the best and brightest, from wizards in their lofty towers to witches in haunted forests; it had set him on this path. Had led him to opening this connection, creating this pact, binding himself to your will, all in the pursuit of more, more, more. His parents had always warned him to be careful, cautious, not to ask for more than the world was willing to give—but the world hadn’t blessed him with magic, for all his intelligence.

So he’d looked for magic in an otherworldly place.

And there: he’d found you.

There, he’d sworn his being to your will, for just a drop of your power. He’d laid himself down at your mercy and you’d given him all the strength he’d never wanted and more besides. Given him more than he’d asked for, more than he deserves, frail and mortal and weak that he is.

“I would give my soul just to lay myself at your feet, my lady,” Namjoon confesses.

You smile. So pleased with him, always; it leaves him breathless, even as his knees ache from kneeling, marble cold and hard under him. Your eyes are the only ones he prostrates himself in front of, now. You are the only one he will kneel for.

And oh, he kneels so willingly. Would worship you on his belly if that’s what you asked, would crawl in the dirt if that’s what you wished; would give you everything he has and more, hand over fist, if he could. Utterly beholden to you, bewitched, body and soul.

You are benevolent to him, for all that your smiles are edged with something almost irreverent, a mockery of the shining halo that’s settled atop your head. A trickster God, maybe, an ancient being long gone from the history books, your name etched into wax tablets that have long since crumbled to dust, carvings sat atop pedestals that have been long eroded to time. 

He might have cared, once. Might have sought to find you, your name, find out what exactly you are, what the price he is to pay for the power you give him. But now?

Namjoon finds he no longer cares, enthralled as he is. 

“Then come, my love,” you murmur. “Closer.”

Namjoon trembles. When he kneels at your feet, head tilted, staring at your bared skin, the arch of your feet, the jut of your ankles, the smoothness of your calves, the swell of your thighs before they’re hidden away from his roaming eyes by the drape of linen; he trembles. He is so close he can touch you, can smell you, the fragrance massaged into your body, heady and dizzying.

“Worship me, then,” you say, that ever-present smile on your lips.

“I would not dare touch you, my lady,” Namjoon says.

You throw your head back and laugh. Namjoon stares at the line of your bare throat, the slope of your breasts, curves barely hidden, blindingly white robe slipping as your gold painted shoulders shake in mirth. White and gold, gold and white, unflawed, perfect.

“Are you so afraid of me?”

“Never.” Namjoon’s heart is pounding, pulsing in his ears. “I dare not defile you with my unworthy hands.”

“And if I commanded you so?” An eyebrow, raised, a question. “Would you refuse your Goddess her dues?”

“I am not worthy,” Namjoon says, even as he aches. Even as you spread your legs, draping cloth keeping you just safe from his eyes, hungry as they are. “I would dirty you, my lady.”

“Such as it is.” Your voice is low, almost gleeful. Delighted. “Touch me, Namjoon.”

He kisses your feet first. Bows his head, lips trembling as he presses them to the top arch of your foot. Your ankles. Lets his eyes flutter shut as he trails his unworthy lips across your warm skin, pressing his devotion into your body with his mouth.

And when you beckon for him with a lazy curl of your hand, he goes, so easily. Pulls off each of your rings, lets them fall, bright rain that falls forgotten to cool marble. Casts aside the circlet on your head, spinning as it lands on cold stone. Pulls his hands across your bare collarbones, pulls your robe apart, pulls your naked body out into the open. 

There’s no shame here, in your nakedness, majestic and proud, every inch of your body swathed with heavy, divine power.

Your lips are cocked in a smile. You blink up at him, lazy and slow and content, amused at his shaking fingers and almost-slack mouth, overwhelmed.

“Am I so awe-inspiring?”

“The moon and stars and sun shine less than your beauty,” Namjoon murmurs, and you laugh.

He falls to his knees. Buckles in the face of your strength and beauty, as he always does. Always will.

When he presses his head between your legs, you moan. The smell of your arousal thrums under the jasmine rubbed into your skin, an orgy in a summer garden, and you taste so human, gasping at the first swipe of his tongue through your folds. You scrape your fingers through his hair, pressing him deeper; Namjoon feels he could die happy, here, between your thighs, so blessed and favoured, to be allowed to worship you, as perfect as you are. His cock hardens between his legs, ignored and neglected, so focused and intent on you. Forgets himself in the face of giving you everything you demand.

Beckoned into the embrace of something holy, here he is, defiling you with each curl of his tongue, each touch of his fingers. And he willingly commits these transgressions, reverent even as you come apart under his touch, venerating you as an idol, rather than a Goddess. Drinks down the way you shake in pleasure, pupils blown and swallowing your beautiful irises, your piercing gaze lust-hazed.

“You worship your Goddess well,” you praise.

And when you push him down onto your throne, astride his hips with glittering eyes and an arched back, Namjoon thinks this is profane. Thinks that he should not feel so starved or deprived, even as you sink down on him, tight and hot and wet. And yet each gasp he pulls from you is a blessing from the divine, for all that this is carnal, the slap of skin on skin, the thrust of his cock into your fluttering cunt.

Even the kisses you share are a violation of you; he is not worthy to touch you, to press his lips against yours. But you urge him to, urge him to lick at your mouth, bite at your lips, kiss-swollen and flush, parted as you pant into his open, willing mouth.

You throw your head back in ecstasy. Each lilting noise pulled from your lips goes straight to Namjoon’s throbbing cock, blood thrumming in his veins as he thrusts up into you, chasing your pleasure, pliant under the scratch of your fingernails, the grasp of your hands.

“Do you—oh—do you love your Goddess, Namjoon?” 

“To not do so would be blasphemy.” It’s graceless, the way he speaks, grunts slipping out between gritted teeth. Utterly human and base as you take him, ride him, reach inside and wrap your fingers around his heart and soul, already yours.  As if your naked skin pressed against each other isn’t blasphemy enough; your movements in the throes of passion and ecstasy isn’t sacrilegious. 

You keep your eyes trained on Namjoon’s face, bracing your fingertips on his sweat-slick chest as you arch back, imperious and regal; Namjoon might have taken you apart with his fingers and tongue, but you’re the mistress of this kingdom and you know it.

When you trail a finger over the swell of Namjoon’s reddened, plush bottom lip, it feels almost taunting. The gesture itself might be soft, tender—but Namjoon remembers that he doesn’t know what you’re a Goddess of, all over again. Remembers that he doesn’t know the source of your power, what you really are, that he doesn’t even know your true name. 

(Remembers that he doesn’t know if you’re a Goddess at all.)

(He remembers. Doesn’t care. You’re his Goddess, before you are anything else. You’re his Goddess and he is devoted to you, forever, always.)

“Mine.” You suck in a breath, air punched out of you as Namjoon slams into you again, hard and sharp and fast, sullying you. His palms are covered in gold, smeared over your body and his, the carved marble of the throne underneath you. Dirty; tarnished. “Mine, mine, you’re mine, little mortal, aren’t you?”

Namjoon is utterly yours.

“Yours,” he moans. “Yours, my lady, I’m yours.”

You laugh even as you cum again, hiccupping as you grin at him, wicked and sharp. You’re so tight around him, hot around his aching cock, and it doesn’t take long to lose himself in your heat, painting your insides; defiling even there, too. The proof of Namjoon’s impure touch dribbles down your thigh as you lift away, sated, your smile all edged with teeth.

“My most loyal follower, humblest of my servants.” You trail a cool finger around his face, through the sweat at his brow, dirtying your hands even more. And yet, in Namjoon’s eyes you still shine, untouched and perfect, his wonderful Goddess. “Oh, your soul always tastes so sweet, Namjoon. Will you always worship me with such piety? Will you always come when I call?”

To know his taste lingers on your tongue, even when he’s not there, fills him with pride. Flows in his chest, swelling in size, pressing against his ribs and lungs and heart, squeezing those delicate parts so tight, squashing them small. There’s no room for anything inside him other than devotion for you.

“Always,” Namjoon replies. “I would always be your most favoured, if you wished.”

“Do you love me?”

“Yes,” Namjoon confesses. “Yes, my lady, with all that I am.”

Would spend the rest of his days on his hands and knees at the base of your shrine, lay out offerings at your feet. Would lay himself on your altar, a willing sacrifice. Would let you tear him apart and swallow his still beating heart; it’s yours, anyway. He doesn’t need it anymore.

Yes, Namjoon loves you. Most ardently. Even if it comes with a price: his soul, bound to yours, forever.

taglist: @beyoncesdragon​ 

[aureliacamargo]

“Jon,” she whispered, her voice thick as she struggled for words. His hands closed around her calves, easing her knees upward. She felt them move, yet she was incapable of stopping him. “Have you bewitched me?”

He tensed, and Sansa sensed his attention on her face, though she could not see him. “I have put no spell on you, my wife, other than that which is as old as time itself — the attraction between a man and a maid. I have no need of spells, for you and I…” His voice was deeper now and strained as his words trailed off. “We shall make our own magic this night.”

—

Bid by King Stannis to marry one of his knights, Sansa Stark hopes to avoid the altar by choosing Baron Snow. ‘Tis a union she is certain none will endorse, especially the baron, who is rumored to practice the dark arts from his isolated keep. Renowned in battle, the Red Knight has secluded himself at Dragonstone for reasons of his own. And he does not want a wife, no matter how wealthy and beautiful she might be. But even he cannot defy the king’s order, and what comes to him, he takes - and holds.

Although Sansa refuses to believe the tales that make Snow more myth than mortal, she begins to wonder whether he does possess mysterious powers. How else to explain her own growing feelings for her husband, a man so shrouded in shadow she has never seen his face? Was she under a spell or truly the Devil’s Lady? (x)

Jon x Sansa AUs ⋆ as Piers Montmorency & Aisley de Laci // The Devil’s Lady (by Deborah Simmons)

[catcze]

hey it’s kiwi anon! i’ve been melting at the thought of musician kazuha lately so i just knew i had to let it out somehow. ^^;;

*before reading, i’d like to note that this is somewhat of a modern au where the reader and kazuha attend a prestigious music school known for raising successful musicians. only the best of the best are accepted, so it’s certainly a privilege to be there! (though, of course, it has its downsides but we’ll get to that later..)

and i wrote it in second person (gn!) this time!! >:)

(tbh i’m not particularly proud of this one but i really hope you guys like it anyway. ><)

“The stray melody:

its echo reverberates

such sad solitude.”

“Only at the right time shall the day come when I may ride the infallible winds of freedom to the place where creativity bears no bounds.”

“You are bound?” “How so?” You questioned.

After a long awaited interlude, you were finally face to face with the (formerly) faceless musician.

—

About a month ago, you were assigned a new practice room. Although most students would view this as a blessing from the archons, you found yourself in an unfavorable situation. Suddenly being thrown into playing in a new environment made you uneasy, and though your stance on this was unwavering, there was no disobeying the school.

But the first time the sound of violin seeped through the walls and filled your room with its charming tune, you were bewitched. For some strange reason, it was comforting to know that someone else was on the other side of the wall. Occasionally, you would pause practice abruptly only to listen to the chords, losing yourself in thought with the way they blended together in the most musical way possible; but before you could notice, an hour or two has passed and you’ve barely done much of anything.

Maybe this was a curse, but you surely weren’t one to complain about it.

One day, with no warning, it seemed the violinist began to play along with you. It never occurred to you that they could also listen through the wall, so it came as a complete surprise. It became a chivalric battle of wits; melodies fighting for dominance but only ever resulting in a satisfying draw. You couldn’t help but imagine their fingers dancing along the stringed instrument as your own strutted along the keys of the piano. And the way you two subconsciously created a heavenly harmony was enough to spark your interest and unhinged curiosity. Who are you?

But before you could ask, a faint voice spoke, “My dorm is located on the top floor near the gardens. I… do not expect you to meet me, but this could be considered as a statement or an invitation, however you perceive it.” That is what he said that day. God, even his voice was musical.

You, too, had no intention of meeting him directly. The thought of the school suspending the two of you for doing the bare minimum brought you back into your shell. You had limits, and there was nothing getting between you and your music career.

But that didn’t mean you weren’t willing to give some small effort into discovering the truth. Into the late hours of the evening, you took a casual stroll around the school’s gardens. Fortunately, you were alone. The silence was pleasant, but it didn’t last for long. As the familiar sound reached your perked ears, you searched around for the source of the noise. And there he was, standing on his patio with his long, bright hair tied back as the evening winds stroked each strand in its clutches— a violin held in his hand.

Everything about him was musical— even the way he pressed his delicate yet calloused fingers along the strings of the violin's neck. It didn’t take long for you to catch interest in the ruby-eyed violinist.

There was no explaining the way you two locked eyes for the first time. Though joyous, it seemed you both were lost— since when had you cared so much for someone you’d never met?

As it turned out, your dorms happened to be in close proximity with each other. It became routine for you to lean expectantly against the edge of your patio and for the violinist to leave his doors open so you could listen to his music as the sun would find its slumber, resting upon the horizon.

It didn’t take long for you to grow rather greedy. You longed to learn more about him, but everything about him was shrouded in an empty veil of unanswered questions and an identity you failed to identify.

Luckily, fate has its ways.

Curiosity led you to find yourself exploring into the deeper, abandoned depths of the school’s halls. You entered into a seemingly empty music room before shortly realizing you weren’t alone. The feeling of eyes staring daggers at your back made you prickle with fear until you turned to realize that such eyes belonged to the skilled violinist himself.

“Comedic coincidence always has its ways,” he remarked, the corners of his lips lifting into a gentle grin.

—

His face was always melded into the shape of endless pondering. He had a relaxed nature that was simply unchanging. And though he often appears to be a simple man at first glance, Kaedehara Kazuha was anything but simple.

It surprised you to see a vulnerable side of him, because you never expected him to have one. First impressions were surely deceiving.

He crouched over, his hand supporting his head in a lazy manner.

“I sense that I am suffering from a lack of passion— the kind that children may experience as they wrap their fingers around a bow for the first time,” a stray shadow came across him as he breathily sighed, “The walls of this school are suffocating, but I, like many others, can endure this drowning feeling.”

Kazuha often spoke in a unique manner— resembling a loud whisper.

“So, I wasn’t the only one who noticed,” you noted, “I’d hate to admit it, but this school is a living nightmare.”

Kazuha’s eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

“And neither of us can wake from it.”

Momentarily, he shifted his position so he sat closer to you. His shoulder shrugged as his arm straightened and his hand held onto the edge of the seat to support himself, his handsome head hung idly backwards.

“But, I feel like I have a reason to keep going, but as of now it lingers in my head as an enigma of sorts. Perhaps it is odd to find myself blindly following passion without reason, but I have a feeling that perhaps,” he paused, his fingers traced along the seat and his pinkie linked delicately with yours, “you have a role to play in this.”

Your face burned slightly at the sudden display of physical touch.

His speech was vague. You naively wanted to question his use of words (and actions), but it didn’t seem timely. Until, next time.

You beamed slightly, “Perhaps so.”

Kazuha’s pinkie finger squeezed against yours before letting go. He stood up with his eyes still burning into your own.

“It appears I have surpassed my original practice time,” his eyes shifted towards the door, “We must take our leave before someone discovers that we are here.”

With his back facing you, Kazuha wrapped his hand around the door knob, but before he could turn it, he turned his head to look at you once more, flashing that signature smile of his.

“If you don’t mind me asking, would you like to be my accompanist for the upcoming concert?”

To you, Kazuha was like a hatchling, growing each day and itching to spread his wings and fly to places that are unheard of. He worked constantly, trying to rewrite the textbook definition of music into something more meaningful. He was ambitious, highly so; but you adored that about him.

It is silly, but you began to think that perhaps one day, you could be the one who frees him from the school’s heavy shackles.

- kiwi ! (hopelessly falling for ridiculously complicated plots to write about-)

(and no, i don’t play the violin hahah so sorry for any errors. :/ i play multiple instruments and have taken and still take music education so i hope that suffices.. might go for something more sweet and simple next time with more snarky kazu <3)

Holy shit!! Kiwi, babe, you never fail to impress akjndajks 😭

ajndkjsdPLEASE this is so good oh my goddakjsdas <33333

BABE you just keep outdoing yourself I–– 😭💞

This was literally so good?? Like, all of it? ajksndajks holy shittt <3333

Kiwi I am at a literal loss for words but I really, really hope you see how in love with this I am from my keysmashing akjsndkja <33333

[bonny-kookoo]

Bunny Boy Cases: “how far would you go?” (⚠️❤️☁️🔪) JJK x Reader

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Yandere!AU, Psycho!AU, Angst, Romance, Mature!

Tags/Warnings: Strong Yandere themes, Stockholm Syndrome, Our favorite psycho boy, drowning, Suffocation, twisted romance, very dark themes, please read with caution!

Summary: Do you love him?

I do not condone this behavior at all. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction. Thank you.

Jungkook knew of your love for the sea. Of course he did; there was barely anything he didn't know by now about you.

He also knew exactly how to keep you at his side by now.

Of course you were dependent on him- he never let you out by yourself after all. He was the hand that fed you, that cared for you, that gave you comfort and punishment when needed. But you were also, deep down, very smart. You knew this was not what a normal relationship was like- which was why he guilt-tripped you whenever he could.

And it wouldn't even be a lie.

There was no hope to survive for him, not without you.

So there you two were, in his car, with him driving, and you at his side. You were excited, but you so adorably tried to hide it. He could however spot your leg umping up and down a few millimeters every now and then- and the look you threw out the window, the way your spine straightened, told him the truth about your feelings. "Excited, Angel?" He asks with a chuckle, and you sit down a little smaller in your seat.

He loves to see the effect he has on you.

"It's okay for you to be." He states, feeling your gaze on him. "After all.. it's been a while that we've been out, right?" He says, voice a bit wavering and paired with a sheepish smile to portray you that he's feeling guilty about it. He isn't.

"no no!" You say, and he let's a sigh slip- not necessarily to feed the idea of his bad feelings, but out of bliss. He bathes in the fact that you're so bewitched by him; and its only fair like this, isn't it? After all, you do the same to him. Luckily for him, you take his exhale as what it wasn't intended. "Seriously Koo, I understand. I'm happy we'll have a vacation together!" you say, and he smiles. His arm reaches out, running over your hair as if to pet a dog- and you don't even see the demeaning gesture as that. You simply take it, smile, and he couldn't be more glad about it.

You've truly become his.

Parking his car, he's happy to notice that you wait for him to open your car door instead of doing it yourself. He does so of course, watching with hawk eyes how you shrink in on yourself as soon as your shoe steps onto the pavement outside. You're so unsure, so small, so vulnerable- every second glance you take is directed at him, and he feels euphoric about it.

This is only for your safety. He's only helping you. He's keeping you safe. He's protecting you.

Jungkook doesn't have to unpack much stuff- you're not going to stay at a hotel anyways. Firstly because he can't afford it no matter how badly he want's to, and secondly, because he doesn't trust hotel rooms. What if there are spy cams installed? He knows himself, after all, how easy they are installed and hidden. There's no way he's gonna take on that risk.

Your sleeping body was for his eyes only.

"Where can I change, koo?" You ask, and he smiles at you, pulling out a towel.

"Right here Angel." He says, finding the scandalized look on your face amusing. "I'll hold the towel around you; it's not like I haven't seen you before now, is it?" He hums the last part with something alike to a purr lacing his voice. It makes you shy, paints your cheeks red, and he can't swallow down his chuckle that escapes him. Hesitantly you let him hold the towel as you avoid his gaze.

He's become very patient, he notices. His self control has gone up significantly these past months- because if he looks back on your relationship, there were surely times where he could have never stared at your exposed flesh without giving into the urge of ravishing you on the spot. Maybe it's the still slightly visibly bite marks on your collarbones that soothe his inner demons to stay calm- he may never know. But once you have changed into a bathing set that can only be described as sinful, he wraps the towel around you. "Keep it like this Angel. Don't want you to be seen like this, okay?" He says, and you nod.

"Can you tie my hair up for me?" You ask, and he smiles brightly at this. Every request you have for him he bows down to.

"Of course." He says, accepting the hair tie you give him, and softly turns you around so he can collect all of your hair into one hand. He's careful, gentle, it's quite hard to imagine the things he's done with these hands.

The things he's capable of.

But you swallow these thoughts down, simply letting yourself be swept away by the moment itself. It's been so long since you've last been outside this much. You want to keep this as a good memory to yourself; after all, who knows when the next time will be?

Jungkook himself doesn't seem to care much about who could see him- having put on his swimming trunks underneath his sweatpants already before he had started driving, he's quick to change. He closes the car, the driver's door needing a second attempt to close properly before he can lock it properly. He should really invest into a new one, he knows that- but cars are expensive, and he can fix it himself anyways.

He'll keep it until its broken.

Just like he keeps you at his side, while walking towards the small hidden spot that he had scouted out for the two of you. There's not many people currently swimming; after all, he had done his research. It was a Monday, and the time was perfect too. Everyone else was at work or home- the perfect timing for him and you to have some time just for yourselves.

"Can I shed the towel now?" You ask, and he smiles at you.

Always so sweet.

"Of course angel. We came here to swim, didn't we?" He says, and you nod, eyes sparkling with excitement as he follows you into the waters. He keeps an eye on you at all times, leads you behind a large boulder; successfully hiding you from any spying eyes out there. The waves are a little more present at this spot, but that's fine with him- it's not enough to be dangerous yet. Your body, compared to him, is already floating as you hold onto his shoulders; and it gives him a weird feeling of power over you. He watches your feet trying to keep you afloat- your fingers pressing down on his skin to hold onto him, and your eyes finally meeting his.

He's entranced.

"Say, Angel.." He speaks, words flowing out of his mouth without his will. "Do you love me?"

The question is asked almost daily. It holds so much meaning not only for him, but for you as well. It's a question you could never imagine to answer with a 'no'- there was always just one answer to ever be said.

"Of course I do." You say, and he smiles.

But this time, there's suddenly something else behind his gentle grin sent towards you. There's something dark, something rabid- something you've seen before. It's as if he shifts persona's sometimes. As if he's turning into someone you don't quite know.

"Would you do anything for me?" He asks, melodic, as if he was a siren ready to bewitch you. He's sure to let his demanding question be followed by a softer tone, however. "I would do anything for you, you know that, right Angel?" He says, and you nod.

You're already enchanted as you answer. "Of course I'd do anything, Koo.." You mumble out, and his smile widens as he leans forward.

You're sure that his lips are going to meet yours, and you already close your eyes. But he's not kissing you; his lips move beside your ear, as he purrs something into it, barely heard over the sound of waves and seagulls around you.

"Would you drown for me?"

It all happens so fast after that, the seagulls, the waves, the short moment that you can hear a truck pass by nearby on the roads; it's all gone a second after, vision blurred and disrupted by bubbles as you need a moment to clear it again. You can see him, as serene as ever above you, his eyes staring at your form, his gentle hands, the hands that so carefully tied your hair together just half an hour ago pushing you down, as you hold your breath. He's still smiling, the edges of his lips still turned upwards as he seems to scan you for a moment. That's when you notice it too.

You're not struggling.

And it dawns onto you in that moment that there's a reason you don't. Apart from him, you have nothing left; there's no friends worried about you, no family left for you to return to, no job you could take on at this point. All you have is him. The reason you're alive is not because you've been born into this world.

You're alive because he let's you.

You exist because he allows it.

You watch him get closer as your lungs start to burn, his lips pressed onto yours as he quite literally steals your breath away. It's only when your eyes grow droopy, your skin gets tingly, and your vision starts to darken around the edges like TV static creeping in on you, does he finally push the two of you up again.

You breathe heavily, your lungs hurt, your throat scratchy as if you swallowed sandpaper. He holds you close throughout it, gentle hands running over your back as he speaks to you in a warm and comforting voice. You don't understand his words yet, hands clinging to him as you press your forehead against the inside of his shoulder. You can feel his chest move as he chuckles, ears finally working again as the seagulls and waves return to you.

"I love you so much." He speaks, as if nothing happened just seconds before. "Don't ever forget that." Are his last words, before he presses a kiss to the side of your face.

You'll never forget that.

You'd rather die.

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

Soulmate September - Day 7

Day 7 - There is a string tied around your pinky that only you can see, the end of it leads to your soulmate.

Pairing(s): Kid AU! Intrulogical

TWs: Remus being Remus [though not overly so, he’s like, 9 here], some swearing

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Remus Castillo and Logan Smith were two very different children; former was creative and bursting with chaotic energy, while the latter preferred to be more logical, more stable. One studied hard into the night despite his young years, the other decided that a good time was filling a blender with crayons and silly putty to see what would happen. Both attended different schools, lived a good distance apart, and neither of their families knew the other existed.

What could possibly bring together such opposing forces?

If your answer wasn’t being forcibly dragged kicking and screaming from the local museum by security for tampering with the exhibits and screaming about historical theft, then congratulations; you’re most likely still sane.

How did these very different children meet, you ask? 

The story began on a Friday lunchtime - as all good stories often do - when Sanders Elementary and Faraday Academy For Gifted Children both booked their museum visits for the same time slot. Thankfully, the museum staff speculated that they could indeed handle two classes of fourth graders at once - those poor, unfortunate souls - and decided to start both classes off on either sides of the museum with a little overlap.

Logan entered the foyer with his peers, gazing around at the array of trinkets and treasures adorning the space. Though he hungered for knowledge of all kinds, his heart was set on the cosmos, reaching for a copy of the museum’s map when his hand was blocked by another. He recoiled and turned to face the other; a boy with tanned skin as opposed to his own pasty complexion, with wild green eyes that bore into Logan’s own, and a grin like a shark about to snap Logan’s hand up in it’s jaws.

“I call dibs, four eyes!”

Logan huffed, straightening his glasses, “There are plenty of maps to go around, there is no need for rudeness-”

“Why do you talk like you’ve got a stick up your ass?”, the boy asked with no hint of remorse nor shame, “Just talk like a regular kid, jeez!”

Logan was flabbergasted. No one had ever talked to him like that before. Then again, no one ever really talked to him in general. Perhaps that was why his lonely little brain could only think to stammer out, 

“Who ARE you!?”

The boy roared with laughter, “Wow, thats all you have to say!? And they call ME weird!” , he shot a hand out towards Logan’s, not removing the one touching the map, “I’m Remus! What’s your name, frankenstein?”

Logan huffed, “Logan Smith. And you know,”, he began, puffing his chest out proudly as he yanked the map away, “Frankenstein was the scientist, not the monster, therefore, you’re not insulting me-”

Without hesitation, Remus leant into Logan’s space and licked the map, causing Logan to jolt back and drop it. Picking up his spoils, Remus chuckled manically, “You look smart but you’re super dumb. Frankenstein IS the monster, dumbass, that’s the whole point.”. Without waiting for Logan’s rebuttal, Remus made his way back to his class, leaving Logan to frustratedly grab another map and return to his class, unaware of the string that formed around his pinky…

The tour was everything Logan had hoped for; an informative romp through space and time, enjoying the sights of the planetarium and a walk through a tunnel lined with geodes. And yet, all Logan could think about was that stupid boy who stole HIS map. Hmph! How dare Remus call him stupid! Whatever, at least they would stop soon to have lunch in the Polar Exhibit and he wouldn’t have to think about- 

Oh god dammit.

As they entered the wide circular room, he laid eyes on the boy from before pretending to have gotten his tongue stuck to the giant fake iceberg in the centre of the room. Cheering him on was a gaggle of other children while their teacher seemed more content to just eat his own lunch and try to pretend it wasn’t his problem. Logan huffily stormed over to the nearest empty seat and popped open his Big Hero Six lunchbox, ready to moodily munch his jelly sandwiches when a painfully familiar voice stopped him in his tracks.

“We meet again, professor!”

Great.

“Remus.”, Logan hissed, though he tried to maintain composure, “A pleasure, I’m sure but I must be-”

“- crazy to run away from your soulmate?”, Remus finished, leaving Logan, once again, speechless.

“E-Excuse me!?”

“Check your pinkie, dingus.”

Logan checked and finally noticed the string, and to his horror, the end of it that tied itself around Remus’ pinkie.

“Looks like you’re stuck with me for life! Unless I die, then you’re stuck with my corpse. Oooh! Maybe you can bring me back to life! Really earn that Frankenstein nickname-”

“This HAS to be a mistake!”, Logan squeaked, flustered and shocked by the news, “There’s no way YOU are my soulmate!”

Logan made eye contact with Remus and for a moment the boy looked hurt, but he plastered on a grin and poked Logan in the arm, “Nope! Fate thinks you’re my future husband, so suck it!”

Groaning, Logan let out an exasperated sigh, “Fine, then I suppose you should tell me about yourself, Remus.”. Logan would - for eternity and a day after - deny that the smile Remus gave him made his little heart flutter for the first time.

As the two ate, Remus went into a long tangent about his life and Logan found himself absolutely fascinated. 

Remus Castillo had a twin brother, Roman, who enjoyed Disney movies and being “an overly wordy drama queen”. They had a single father, much like Logan’s own, whose wife had apparently decided she was destined for greater things that didn’t involve unplanned twin boys (Remus’ words, not his). Logan listened as Remus told him all about his family’s culture, having moved from Aguascalientes to Florida a year ago for work related reasons; retelling fond memories of watching the parade of Calaveras along the Avenida Madero with his father and brother each year. Logan found Remus really enjoyed a mixture of colourful and morbid subjects, each tangent sending Remus on a fun winding road down memory lane or through a vague memory of some educational book.

Logan Smith had wanted nothing to do with the boy who’d licked his hand and stolen his map, but as lunch ended and both classes were being called away to their respective classes, he found he didn’t want to be separated from Remus.

Very apparently, Remus didn’t want to either. If they way he was gasping Logan’s arm and hauling him towards the class from Sanders Elementary instead of his own was any indicator. 

“Come on! You can hang with us! Roman won’t mind! And my buddy Remy’s lotsa fun too-”

“Remus Castillo, stop right there.”

Remus indignantly ignored his teacher, plowing through his sentence, “You’ll LOVE my class, they’re all weirdos like us-”

“REMUS!”, barked his teacher, already done with the nine year old terror, “You let that boy go this instant!”

Remus defiantly clung tighter to Logan’s arm, “No!”

“Remus Castillo, you’re to let go NOW.”

“But he’s my soulmate!”, Remus yelled, causing his classmates to chatter excitedly. It made Logan feel a little self conscious, but Remus didn’t seem to care, “Pleeeeease let him come with us!!”

His teacher rubbed his temples as if it could massage the exhaustion away, “That’s nice, but you are NOT going to cause more trouble, soulmate or not!”

By now, even the children and teacher from Logan’s academy were watching the commotion. It came to a head as Remus’ teacher tried to separate the two of them, earning the tiniest war cry from Remus as he stomped on his teacher’s foot and clung fully to Logan like his life depended on it.

“I’M NOT LEAVING WITHOUT HIM! I’LL STAY HERE UNTIL WE’RE A GROSS MUSHY PILE OF SKIN AND BONES IF I HAVE TO!”

With that pleasant image in his brain, Logan decided to perhaps appeal to his own teacher,

“Miss, can Remus perhaps stay with our group so we may avoid further-”

“Absolutely not,”, she turned up her nose at Remus’ display, “Our school has a reputation to uphold, I will not have it sullied by such a rude child.”

Well that backfired. Now both teachers were having to try and separate the two of them. It took two of the museum’s security personnel to finally haul Remus off of Logan, carrying the writhing child as they assured his teacher that they’d put him in the tantrum room. With the way they handled his feral yelling and attempts to grab at any nearby exhibits for something he could use to bash them with, this probably wasn’t their first Rabid Child Rodeo.

Logan watched dejectedly as they hauled his soulmate out of sight while his teacher ordered him to get in line as they continued their tour. He couldn’t focus on any of the various bewitching artifacts that the guide presented to them on their tour of the ancient world though, all he could think about was Remus. Alone. Stuck in some room. Missing out on the exhibits. Missing him.

“....Emile?”, Logan asked the boy standing to his left.

“Yes, Logan?”

“I’m about to do something very, very impulsive.”

“.... Okay?”

“And reckless.”

“...Right-”

“In the name of fate.”

“........”, Emile sighed, “What do you need me to do?”

“Either talk me out of what is likely a terrible decision that will without a doubt go on my permanent record and possibly disappoint my father. Or encourage me so that I may spend time with my soulmate for as long as possible.”

Emile shook his head, “Well, if cartoons have taught me anything, it’s that you’re gonna go for it no matter what I say so...”. He placed a hand on Logan’s shoulder, “Make it good, Logan, I wanna remember the day the untouchable Logan Smith lost his mind.”. With a shared chuckle, Emile let him wind up for whatever he was about to do, while Logan waited for his moment. The tour guide was gesturing to an exhibit of ancient Mayan armour when Logan chose to strike, raising his hand while Emile awaited the fireworks show to come.

“Sir? I have a question.“

“Of course, what is it?”

“Did the museum ask permission to have that armour?”

The guide looked confused while Logan’s teacher looked ready to have an aneurysm.

“I… don’t understand what you mean. Anyway this-”

“I’m merely asking,”, Logan interrupted, ready to keep pushing until he would be  hauled off by security, “because I believe that if it were my culture being mercilessly appropriated and stolen from, I would be rather upset.”

“We’re allowed to have it because it’s for education-”

“But it’s still stealing. And stealing is always wrong, correct?”

“Well, it-”

“It’s a yes or no question, please answer as such-”

-

Remus hadn’t expected company in the tantrum room, but he wasn’t complaining as Logan was marched in, looking positively proud of himself in spite of the way the security guard nearly tossed him inside with obvious frustration. With a bright grin, Remus pat the beanbag next to him, positively writhing with unbridled joy, “Spill! What’d you do?!”.

Logan tried to play stoic and prideful, but the excitement cracked through in his voice, “I merely inquired as to why museums considered their historical thievery to be ethically justified until the tour guide got angry and attempted to ignore me.”. “Sick!! Then what!?”, Remus’ delighted eyes met Logan’s with a similar sparkle of mischief.

Logan chuckled as he admired their string of fate, as people called it, slowly pulling his eyes from it to meet Remus’ again, “I screamed. Loudly. For quite the duration. I must say, I’m rather proud of my own lung capacity.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but there was a fondness in it.

“Naturally, security came to try and calm the situation.”

“And then they brought you here?”

“No, they attempted to calm me down”, Logan snickered, “But, one of them put a hand on my shoulder rather rudely. So I bit them-” “YOU BIT ‘EM!?”, if Logan could bottle the light that radiated from Remus there and then, he would have, his own smile growing while his soulmate’s grin threatened to tear through his cheeks, “Logan, mi alma, you’re insane! I love it!”

“Mi alma?”, Logan queried, his cheeks losing the great blush war as his face radiated a nice rosy crimson.

“Oh, right!”, Remus explained, “It means ‘my soul’, it’s what people call their boyfriends ‘n’ stuff back home. I figured since you’re my soulmate, it makes sense to call you that!”

For a moment, Remus faltered, “Uh…. if you don’t mind I guess? It’s whatever, I’ll stop if you hate it-”

“No, no, I rather appreciate the sentiment,” , Logan awkwardly smiled back at Remus, “Mi alma?”

The wilder of the two threw his head back in a roar laughter, “Man, your pronunciation sucks! And that’s an easy one!“, he teased as he shuffled his beanbag closer to Logan’s and continued with a wild smile, “Looks like I gotta stay with you for sure now and make sure you get it right! You’re stuck with me, Nerdy Wolverine!”

It would be hard work convincing his father to let him move schools to be with Remus, Logan knew that. Despite the fact his father adored love in all forms and regarded the bond of soulmates as sacred, Logan knew it’d logically be a hard sell to ask his father to not only pull him out of an expensive academy, but also to have him possibly move home or make a rather lengthy commute. 

But as Remus’ had met Logan’s, the latter found himself locking fingers with his wild soulmate, banishing that thought while they still had time together. Whether it would work out right away, after a couple of months, or even over the course of a few years, they’d make it work.

“Falsehood,”, Logan smirked, “I believe it’s you that’s stuck with me.”

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Okay, this one’s the cutest thing hands down. I’m so proud of this one! As a tidbit, I had it in mind that their single fathers were Janus for the twins and Patton for Logan. 

@tsshipmonth2020

Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account @cateye-glasses

[lostbbygorl]

HAPPILY EVER AFTER (LEVI X F!READER):

AU: PRIDE AND PREJUDICE BY JANE AUSTEN

(THIS IS THE FINALE OF THE PXP AU SERIES. THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE YOU GAVE IT. MORE CONTENT IS IN THE PROGRESS)

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Y/N stood in the middle of the garden, absolutely still, as if she were a statue. Unblinking, she stared at the sky. It was nearly morning, and the sun was showing glimpses of itself. Morning fog was thick on that day, and it surrounded Y/N like a persistent crowd. She couldn’t cry anymore. Her head was empty, completely devoid of any thought.

All Y/N could do was relive her argument with Lady Katrina over and over again. The part that broke her the most was when she gave up on fighting the facts anymore, and admitted to Lady Katrina that she wasn’t engaged to Levi Ackerman. She wasn’t engaged to Levi Ackerman, and it had hit her like a truck right in that moment. Would she ever be engaged to him? Forget an engagement, would she ever marry him? Lady Katrina had definitely told him about their dispute from earlier on. There was no way Levi, an evident family man, would pick Y/N over his senior auntie!

Levi collapsed on the grass, sweat drying on his forehead as he panted for air. His onyx head rested against one of his horse’s legs for support. When he finally stood up, his eyes shone with fire and pure determination! He eyed the door of Y/N’s house with hope. He was sure that the family hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep last night after her aunt’s rude arrival. He sharply rapped on the door three times, before Christa opened it, looking him up and down in surprise.

“ Mr. Ackerman?”, she said in a tone which suggested she was convincing herself of his presence at her house, early in the morning, in his nightwear with 2 of his shirt buttons unbuttoned.

“ Hello, Ms. Christa. I apologize sincerely to you and your family for intruding so early in the morning, as well as for my aunt Katrina’s ill manners and treatment of you fine people”, Levi began softly.

“ And to you, Ms. Christa, I apologize for meddling with your relationship with my best friend. I could’ve ruined your happiness forever. But it was I who insisted Erwin reach out to you once again, and I hope you’ll accept my attempt of fixing my mistake”, he finished.

“ Oh, sir, of course I forgive you! Your intentions were understandable and you’ve made amends. But I have a feeling it isn’t me you’ve rushed over to the countryside to see. Is the true motivation behind your being here my sister, Y/N?”, Christa asked, to which Levi nodded.

“ Y/N is in the garden, sir. We tried to move her from her position there, but she wouldn’t budge”, Christa informed.

Levi ran faster than he ever had in his life! The fog was just clearing when he reached, and in the blur, he could make out the figure of a woman standing. Levi’s heart did cartwheels as soon as he saw Y/N standing there, a maroon shawl wrapped around her. For the first time in several hours, Y/N moved. Y/N moved her head to the direction of Levi’s familiar footsteps as soon as she heard him arriving. She gasped when she saw him walking towards her, his night robe flaying in the morning breeze as he walked.

“ Mr. Levi”, she whispered.

“ Ms. Y/N”, he breathed.

“ Mr. Ackerman, as wonderful as it is to see you, I’m afraid this occasion on which we meet isn’t a happy one. I’m sure your aunt has reported to you of our argument, and that you’re here to avenge her honor which I offended. I’m incredibly sorry for my behaviour towards her ladyship, good sir. Please forgive me”, Y/N said bitterly. Levi blanked a few times in confusion, registering her words.

“ What? Oh no, ma’am, I’m not here to demand an apology at all. I’m not here regarding Lady Katrina, I have a more pressing matter to discuss”, Levi corrected.

“ Oh”, Y/N mumbled, not sure what to say. She walked towards him, and cautiously, the man took her hands in his. To his joy, she didn’t shake him off.

“ Mr. Ackerman, your hands are ice”, she remarked.

“ I rode all the way from Shiganshina last night after my auntie returned and complained about her time here. To be honest, I was impressed, just as I was when you first met her and put her in her place”, Levi admitted. Y/N managed a smile.

“ I see. So then what are you here for, Mr. Levi?”Y/N asked.

“ To ask you for a second chance”, he said.

“ If your feelings for me are still what they were last April at Shiganshina, tell me so at once. My feelings towards you won’t change, but if you give me the word, I’ll be on my way back to Utgard, and I shan’t ever bother you again”, Levi promised. Y/N was screaming inside, but not out of anger or sadness this time, it was out of happiness! The moment she had daydreamed about all this time might finally play out in real life!

“ If your feelings have changed, however, I would have to tell you this: I have never met another woman like you, and you have bewitched me completely. I love you”, Levi confessed.

“ I never wish to be parted from you from this day forth”.

“ Well then, why don’t you pop the big question to make things official?”, Y/N breathed.

“ Ms. Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor of giving me your hand?”, Mr. Ackerman proposed a second time.

“ Of course I will! Yes, yes,yes! A thousand times I will say yes!”, she affirmed. Y/N and Levi locked lips just as the sun finally rose to the sky, and the sun’s warmth and light reached them. Both of them had wanted this for as long as they could remember falling for each other, and this blissful, euphoric moment was far better than what they had dreamed.

Y/N laughed as she ran back to the house, hand in hand with Levi, who was unsmiling, but this time with a softer expression. What you couldn’t decipher about Levi’s emotions from his facial expressions you could make out from his eyes. His gaze was soft and his eyes were shining. His heart was thudding and the butterflies that exploded in his stomach and heart every time he was in contact with Y/N came back.

“ Everybody, me and Mr. Ackerman are engaged!”, Y/N announced. Everybody cheered, and Christa embraced Y/N so tightly, she felt as if her bones would snap!

Christa and Y/N had a double wedding. The ceremony took place at Utgard castle, and the decorations made the already stunning castle look even more beautiful! All of Mr. Ackerman’s relatives and friends attended, and so did Y/N’s. Sasha rode from Liberio to Utgard with Mr. Yeager, and Nifa and cousin Elias came from Shiganshina. Everybody was there, even Lady Katrina!

Sasha, Ella, Nifa, Marceline and Vanya served as the bridesmaids. Y/N and Christa donned off white, puffy white wedding dresses with numerous ruffles and floral accents for the wedding. They curled their hair and accessorized with pearls. As typical brides, they got emotional over anything, and cried happy tears upon seeing the other in their wedding dress. Erwin Smith shed a few tears when he saw Christa walk out, but Levi remained poker faced as always. Though he didn’t show it, he was an emotional wreck inside! The sisters looked like fairies in their dresses!

The rest of the ceremony went great. Lady Katrina was a polite guest, and though it was obvious she still showed contempt towards Y/N and Christa’s family, she didn’t cause a scene unnecessarily, and even begrudgingly complimented Y/N’s dress (before muttering a comment on how Amanda would look better in it under her breath).

Erwin and Levi stared lovingly at their brides the entire time.

Finally it was time for them to ride off to their new homes. This was Levi and Y/N’s first time sitting together in a carriage, and Y/N admired the view from outside the carriage with a smile playing on her lips. The sun was just setting, and all the hills and bushes were as green as they could be. The sky was a blend of tangerine orange and melon pink, and crows flew from east to west. Y/N was still in a daze after the wedding. She couldn’t believe it had happened!

“ What are you thinking about?”, Levi asked, bringing her back from her daze.

“ Oh, nothing, I was just looking at the view outside”

“ Yes, it’s quite pretty isn’t it?”

“ It is, yes. But now that you asked me, I actually am thinking of something quite interesting indeed”, Y/N told him.

“ And what might that be?”, Levi asked curiously.

“ It’s just that last April we were in the rain having a verbal battle, and I told you that I’d never be persuaded to marry you. And now here we are, tied together with rings, sitting next to each other in a decorated carriage”, she laughed. Levi smiled, a sight she was still getting used to. Maybe he’d smile more after being married to her for quite some time.

“ It’s most ironic. But I am glad I got a second chance with you, Mrs. Ackerman”, he said.

“ And I’m glad I was open minded enough to give you a second chance. But, Levi, I have a question for you”

“ What might that be?”

“ When did you first realize that you love me?”

“ Well”, he trailed off, trying to find an answer for her.

“ That question doesn’t have a definitive answer. I just knew that you were the most interesting woman at any ball or setting where we ran into each other, and I was always amused by your honesty and the way you teased me. One day, I just woke up and realized I love you, I guess”, Levi shrugged as she replied honestly. Y/N was satisfied.

“ That makes sense, I guess. I personally came to terms with my sentiments after I discovered you were making amends, and after I saw the very positive changes in you when we met again after the dispute in the rain”, Y/N informed him.

Y/N laid her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes, taking in his minty scent and his warmth. Levi intertwined his hands with hers, and the two rode off to their new lives, hearts beating with anticipation, this time in perfect harmony…

THE END

[katherinewilliams221b]

A Date Before Christmas

This work belongs to the Secret Santa event by @hphmsecretsanta2020​​ and its my gift to @cursebreaker-lilith​​ ! Happy Holidays and thank you so much for making this possible!

I hope you like it despite being out of character lol. I felt very insecure writing about her so I kept it simple and with just a few details so I didnt  mess up the character.

Summary: Lili and Penny spend and afternoon before Christmas having fun in Hogsmeade. Pairing: MC x Penny

A/N: Consider this piece an AU of your timeline lmao

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The door to the Slytherin common room was closed behind her. The place was deserted, everyone was either in the great hall or on their way to Hogsmeade for the beginning of Christmas.

Perfect.

Lili sat in one of the armchairs in front of the fire and watched through the window the different water creatures that passed in front of her.

She looked down at her fingernails, thinking about the note she had received that morning and how she had reacted without thinking about the consequences.

She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the scroll in question to read it again for the umpteenth time that day, as if every time she laid eyes on it she would find a way to calm the nerves that were eating her alive.

"What do you have there?"

Rowan's voice startled her, and she hurriedly crumpled up the letter and put it back in her pocket. However, Rowan had already seen it.

"What are you doing here? I thought you'd be in the Great Hall..."

"I've been reading for a while and I wanted to write a letter to my parents before Christmas... what's that?"

"What?" Lilith put her legs up on the couch and shrank to fit in it. She kept looking at the lake water through the window.

"Come on, I'm not stupid. You can tell me anything..."

With a slight roll of the eyes, she took out the crumpled ball of paper from her pocket and handed it to Rowan without making eye contact.

Her friend moved her eyes quickly across the paper and raised her eyebrows before smiling.

"Penny asked you out?"

"She says it doesn't have to be a date..."

"And what did you say?"

Lili looked at Rowan and then at the flames in the fireplace.

"I said yes."

Rowan stared at her. "You don't seem very happy...you've been wanting something like this to happen for months.”

"Rowan, I don't know... what are we going to do?"

"With what?"

"With Penny! If it's a date, then... what am I going to do with her?

"It says here that she's inviting you to some Butterbeers at Hogsmeade. Sounds like a good plan to me."

"Yeah, but it's not the same as having butterbeers as a friend as it is a date. It's different, there are expectations... I don't know, Rowan, I shouldn't have said yes."

"Lili, we're talking about Penny. You've been to Hogsmeade many times and you always have a good time. It's no different now..."

"Yes! Yes it is!"

She got up from her chair and marched towards the stairs leading to the bedrooms. Rowan ran after her and found her lying face down on her bed.

"You're exaggerating, which is counterproductive since you have to meet someone in an hour."

Lili grunted against the pillow and turned around to face the ceiling.

"What should I wear?" She murmured.

"Maybe you should ask Andre, I'm not the best person to..."

"No. Because if I ask Andre, I'll have to tell him I have a a date and he'll ask me with whom and I don't want him to know.”

Rowan sat down on her own bed in front of Lili and sighed. "This is not like you. You have to think more clearly..."

She tapped her fingers to her thigh and despite she knew that Rowan was still talking, she couldn't concentrate on her friend's words. Her gaze shifted to her trunk. She got up with a jump and started throwing Alfred's toys to the floor to be able to open the trunk.

"...so maybe should...what are you doing?"

"I know what to wear." she simply stated.

Rowan caught some pieces of clothing that Lili was throwing, and watched with resignation as she tidied up her room.

"The green scarf and... the black boots should do. Don't look at me like that, I'll tidy up later.

"Yeah...right... Rowan muttered as she watched her friend leave the room armed with a pile of clothes.

Twenty minutes later, Lili emerged from the bathroom enfolded in a black jacket, a green hat that matched her scarf and black boots to complete the look.

"Hoop or stars?” She extended her arms to show two pairs of earrings to Rowan, who lowered her book to look at them.

"Those." Rowan pointed at the hoop earrings and Lili walked to a mirror to put them on.

"Alright, I'm ready."

 The feelings of confidence were gradually dissipated as they passed through the corridors of the castle. The lights that decorated the walls and ceiling created an aura of tranquillity and familiarity that she tried to hold on to.

Right at the doors of the lGreat Hall, there was Penny, clad in a pale pink coat and a matching hat. She smiled at the sight of Lili and rose to greet her with a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm too late?”

"Just in time. Let's go! Madam Pudifoots is waiting for us."

"Have you booked a table?"

"Yes, I thought some hot tea would do us good. Then we can walk around Hogsmeade, it's all beautifully decorated.”

 The trip to the village was quiet: Penny and Lili walked side by side, casually brushing up against each other from time to time. By the time they arrived, a few snowflakes had begun to fall.

"So you're going home this Christmas?

"Yes, Beatrice decided that she wanted to spend Christmas with the family, so I'm not going to miss that opportunity. What are you going to do?"

"I still don't know." They passed a man selling chestnuts but politely declined his offer.

"I don't recommend them," said Lili, "unless you want sparks to fly off your tongue!" They laughed together to the door of the tearoom and entered, immediately feeling the warmth of the place.

"Hello, my dears! What can I do for you? Table for two?"

"Good afternoon, I've reserved a table."

"Oh! Sure, right this way! I've put you somewhere a bit more private, you know, people don't usually book here so I figured it would be something important.”

The woman took them to the end of the shop, leading them to a table behind the curtain that separated the main hall. They made themselves comfortable and asked each other for their tea, trying to avoid each other's gaze. As a courtesy, Madam Pudifoots brought them a small plate of biscuits.

"Since I'm leaving tomorrow morning, I thought I'd give you this," said Penny, rummaging through her coat.

"You bought me a present?"

"Yes! I hope you like it..." She took a small package from her coat and slid it across the table. She waited impatiently for Lili to unwrap it, but she just stared at it. After a few seconds she looked up and smiled.

"I brought you something too." Penny grinned and accepted the small wooden box.

Lili opened her package to find three different coloured scrunchies and some pairs of matching socks. Excited, she chose the green one and tied part of her hair back. "I love them!"

Penny's reaction was much more exaggerated. It seemed that she had got it right with the hair clips... She put several butterflies in her braids.

"They are beautiful, Lili, they match my jumper."

"And there's more..." Penny raised her eyebrows but before I could ask what she meant; several butterflies started flying around her head. Lili looked on with a smile as Penny tried to catch them, laughing all the time.

"They are bewitched, they take a while to become clips again."

"They are brilliant! Thank you, Lili."

 The tea was well received, and they spent an hour chatting about the classes, potions, and the new collection of Gladrags Wizardwear.

 For once, Lili felt comfortable and not guilty about not thinking about the vaults.

They paid on their way out and willingly accepted the Christmas treat that Madam Pudifoot gave them.

"Do you want to go to Gladrags?"

"Yes! Last week I saw a skirt that I liked."

They walked for a while but nature had other plans; the temperature dropped abruptly and a strong blizzard rose, making it difficult for visitors to walk through the village.

"We can make a strategic stop at Zonko's..." proposed Lili.

"Maybe we will meet Tonks."

The sound of the door bells warning of the arrival of a new buyer was not heard amidst the laughter and commotion of the children visiting the shop. Several lights exploded on the roof and Penny and Lili had to dodge several flying objects. They approached a special Christmas section.

"This is fun, there is a present inside and two people have to pull on both sides," said Penny holding a green package.

"Look! Zonko has put up a Christmas tree! Lili approached it, it was decorated with floating candles, lights and colourful ornaments.

"It will be one of the few things here that are harmless." Penny laughed.

She ate her words as one of the Christmas ornaments doubled in size when Lili touched it and a green liquid exploded in her face.

Both girls broke into laughter as Lili tried to get what appeared to be drool of some creature.

"Ah, I see you have discovered my surprise decorations..." said the owner offering Lili a napkin. She looked at him suspiciously and Zonko laughed. "It's only paper.”

 After several scares and jokes later, Lili grabbed Penny's hand and dragged her into the street.

"The blizzard has stopped, let's go before it closes! They walked together hand in hand, none of them wanted to let go. When they arrived at the clothing shop, they examined the shop window for anything that caught their attention.

"Is that the skirt you wanted?"

Penny nodded enthusiastically and pointed to a mannequin. "And that shirt would look great!" They laughed as several eyes fell on them. They noticed it and tried to turn off their laughter, but when they looked at each other, they couldn't resist and the giggles started again.

 Lili was sitting in front of the dressing room where Penny was changing her clothes. When she came out, the blonde turned around and waited for the verdict.

"It looks great on you but... better with the yellow top."

"Isn't it too flashy?"

"That's the idea..." Penny went back into the fitting room with a little smile.

"Well, I won't buy it today anyway. I'll wait for the sales. What do you want to do now?"

Lili got up from her seat and started walking around the shop. A red jacket caught her attention and she went straight to touch it.

"I don't know... some sweets? We can stop by Honeydukes to see how it is decorated."

"Sounds good!"

 The place was packed but they still managed to make their way through the crowd. They looked around in amazement. As many times as they had gone to that shop, each year they outdid themselves in creating the most fun and colourful atmosphere in all of Hogsmeade. Penny went straight to the cotton candy, while Lili kept her eye on some little heart-shaped candies.

She turned to see Penny paying and rushed to grab a handful of the candy. She waited impatiently for the change after paying, and hid the bag in her jacket.

"Here you are" announced Penny from behind a giant pink cotton candy. "If you behave yourself, maybe I'll give you some.” Lili rolled her eyes before giggling and stole some cotton candy from the cone.

They spent the next few hours wandering around the place, trying out some chocolate samples and listening to the Christmas music playing over the speakers.

As they left, the memory of the noisy shop made the street seem quieter than usual.

It was dark, but the lights on the facades were bright enough to walk around in peace.

"Do you want to go get a Butterbeer?" Penny asked.

 "Let's sit down for a while." Lili pointed to a stone bench in front of them and they cleared the snow so they could sit down. She took the bag out of her pocket and gave her date the candies she had saved. "I bought you this..."

Penny accepted the bag in surprise but finally a smile appeared in her mouth.

"I bought you something too..." Penny reached into her pockets and pulled out a small green package. "Shall we open it?"

They pulled the ends to break the package, which exploded in the air with lights of various colours. They laughed as several things fell on their heads.

"A beaded bracelet..."

"And some lemon drops!"

"Penny..."

The atmosphere suddenly became serious, the blonde waited with concern for Lili to say what she was thinking.

"It was a great date."

Penny smiled before nodding, agreeing with her friend's opinion. Leaning forward, she put her hand on Lili's.

"I agree.”

Lili approached as well and placed her lips on Penny's in a sweet, short peck. They both smiled before getting up.

"To the three broomsticks?”

"To the three broomsticks."

--

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@mastar-week​ 2021, day 3// solace

The Untamed AU. In the end, even Black Star cannot defy his own death. The clans gather to facilitate his fall.

Maka doesn’t let them. It drives her own clan half-mad, but she will not give the world a dying man to execute. She will not give up the man she has left so long abandoned. She will not let Black die unloved.

Warnings: hurt/comfort but mostly hurt, insanity, major character death. this one's a big ouchie my guys ಥvಥ

Ten Years Ago.

After the last surviving branch of the Star clan finally submits itself to the judgment of the Death clan, the wards around the Sunken Hills fail.

The other clans swarm, metaphorical pitchforks readied, eager to tear apart the notorious Last Dragon of Star. Maka arrives too late to stop them from trespassing; she flies past trampled gardens that twist her heart with grief and fury. How dare they disregard the toil of the people who lived there; how dare they claim themselves superior to innocents who wished only to survive.

She arrives in the central cave, the so-called Den of the Last Dragon, to find Black Star holding the rioting clans at bay, untouchable even now, shorn hair tied into powerful charms and dried blood applied with morbid skill to woven talismans. The stink of rotting yin is almost overpowering: lesser cultivators lie strewn about, their natural yang insufficient to counter such high concentrations of that dark energy.

Maka waits until she is noticed, until the assembled cultivators finally back away from Black's final wards. They ask her if she wants the honor, and she nods curtly in return. "Only right," they agree, though their voices betray a rapacious hunger for violence. "Only right for the Jade of Death to avenge her young master."

She does not deign to use words with them. They are not the ones who need to hear what she has to say.

When at last they all stand silent and waiting, like circling crows, she walks past their bedraggled ranks to stand before Black Star.

He nods as she approaches, and she walks directly through the wards that had so powerfully repelled the other cultivators. He keeps his charms and talismans to hand, but he makes no move to use them against her.

The look in his eyes frightens her. He is not defeated, not quite; but he is weary and grieving, and to Maka he appears to be awaiting condemnation.

From your sword, he had once told her, I will face my death and consider it just.

Maka casts her own wards in one smooth flourish. They blaze behind her, brighter than Black's wards are dark. "Leave," she says aloud. She does not look away from Black. She cannot bear to, not now, not when there is so little time left between them.

The cultivators grumble with confusion that morphs into surprise and indignation and shock. "She has been bewitched," one of them cries. "He has corrupted her," shouts another.

Maka turns to face them. "Leave," she repeats.

She has to encourage them with a sweeping blow from her sword before they obey. She grants them no more words, even as they express promises to return. (To free her, the stupider ones declare; to slay her, the smarter ones say.)

They do not understand what she is doing. How could they, when they are so utterly convinced of the guilt of the man she is protecting?

Black Star does not seem to understand, either. "What are you doing?" he asks as their opponents flee.

"I'm doing what I should have done a long time ago," Maka replies.

Black spreads his arms. "Kill me, then."

The accusation stings. Maka permits it. She has done nothing to earn his faith. "I won't," she replies.

Black Star smiles at her, coughs— there is blood in his teeth, dribbling down his chin— his wards fail, and her own are suddenly blindingly bright—

She lunges to catch him before he can hit the ground.

—

In the end, even Black Star cannot resist his fate. His cultivation technique, which draws so heavily on natural quantities of yin, overwhelms his body's supply of yang.

Maka had known it would happen. She hadn't known how little time Black had left.

They spend those last months together, her and Black Star and a surprise child she found around the back of the cave. The girl's eyes as green as Maka's, though her hair is that brilliant blue infamous to the Star Clan. She looks startlingly, heart-achingly similar to how a child might look if Maka ever bore one for Black Star.

Maka salvages what she can of the former gardens, replanting radishes while little Hoshino Ao does her best to plant herself, too. They collect Black's favorite lychee from the trees, hard-won little things that Black had been so proud to show the cuttings of eighteen months ago, when they had stumbled into each other in the little town at the base of the Sunken Hills. Maka washes and peels and pits the tiny fruits, saving their precious flesh in a shallow dish specially reserved for them. Ao loves them as much as Black does; Maka has to teach the little girl restraint, even as she wishes that she could peel all the lychees the two Stars could ever desire. Ao obliges even so, sharing the dish with Black while 

Maka inspects the illusory wards alone. They cover a smaller area than Black's old wards had, but there is no longer a clan here who needs the space. Maka doesn't have access to the same techniques Black had used to cover such an enormous area, anyway. She secures the edges of the wards as the clans storm around invisible border, oblivious to her presence; Maka in particular watches her father, who appears more distraught than dissatisfied. He is one of the few cultivators to come daily, and the only one to beg and grovel for her to come home. He has an uncanny knack for knowing when she is present; he always seems to start pleading when she is around to hear him.

Maybe it is not so uncanny. He knows the feel of Death clan wards as well as she does, even if he cannot get through them. Still, Maka cannot safely speak to him, and so she doesn't. Time enough for forgiveness after Black dies.

—

They talk quite a lot in those last months, even as excessive yin rots his body and decays his mind. "Why are you protecting me?" he asks early on, while he still has his sanity. "The honorable Jade of Death shouldn't be helping an evil cultivator such as myself."

"You were never evil," Maka says hotly. "I should have protected you sooner."

Black laughs her off, light-hearted even as he waits for his grave.

At other times, Black is morbid. "You'll have to live here forever," he informs her. "If you leave this place, they'll kill you." He says this with regret. You shouldn't have come for me, Maka hears, even though the words do not leave his mouth.

"They won't kill me," Maka replies.

Still other times, Black flirts with her. "You can have your way with me, you know," he'll say, winking. "Nobody can stop you, least of all me. I'll never tell, either."

He is trying to drive her away. Tough: she's not leaving him until one of them dies. She tells him as much, though instead of acknowledging his failing body, she simply says, "I'm never leaving you again."

His spirit fails. He is tormented by ghosts who do not exist and nightmares that escape the realms of sleep. Still, he seems to recognize her. "I missed you, you know," he tells her, half-delirious. "All these months I spent cooped up in these hills, I missed you."

"I missed you, too," Maka replies, pressing a cup of water or a bowl of radish stew to his lips. He seems to hear her, and he smiles.

He starts to forget that she's there: when she returns from gardening or lychee-picking or checking the wards, he will startle and beam at her. "Maka, you've come to visit!" he will cry, or even, "You! I love you!"

She never knows if these last words are truly meant for her. "I love you, too," she replies anyway, pressing lychee flesh to his lips and letting him lick the sweet nectar from her fingers like a child. The fruit seems to keep the horrors at bay, at least for a little bit, at least while she's with him.

The last time he speaks to her, he is strangely coherent. "You shouldn't have gotten involved, Maka."

She sits beside him. "If I'd gotten involved sooner, you wouldn't be dying," she replies, thinking bitterly of the years she's spent dithering, and for what? She is already twenty-two, fast leaving marriageable age, and the love of her life is dying.

He is only twenty-two, and he is dying.

"You don't know that," he replies. "And that's beside the point. You should have let them kill me. The gods know I deserve it."

She leans over him, takes his face in her hands. "You promised you would be killed only by my hands," she tells him. "I will not kill you. I will not let the world execute an innocent man. I will not leave you because you are dying. I should never—" Her voice cracks on the word. She swallows and continues, staring into his black eyes, wondering if she will ever fall into such blackness again. Never, she thinks. It's impossible. "I should never have abandoned you, Black."

I will not let you die unloved, she wants to tell him later, but by then he is beyond hearing.

—

She buries his body. She does not take down the wards. She steps out from the Den of the Last Dragon and into her weeping father's embrace. She pushes Hoshino Ao into his arms before she submits to the clans' judgment.

She is not executed, as she had predicted. Lord Death is still too fond of her. Still, she is sentenced to daily lashes and seclusion for a year. It takes another year for her to recover.

Of course, she never really recovers. She continues living, and she is dutiful to the clan, and she finds some measure of joy in teaching the new cultivators; but she does not begin to recover until she sees a man in plain grey robes, his hair white but his eyes that impossible black, placing a talisman she’s seen many times before on a corpse who should have been long gone.

[atinybitofau]

Y E O S A N G ⇾ mafia au

THE ONE WHERE YEOSANG DOESN’T LIKE GOING OUTSIDE

a/n: ver 1 of the mafia series completed. ver 2’s to start soon eeeekkkk

• his friends think he needs to go out more.

• that despite his skills on a computer,

• he should start socializing away from media.

• worried that he’s gotten too consumed by the LED.

• he definitely needs to go out more.

• “Hey Yeosang, I was thinking about watching Jong’s fight this Thursday. Was thinking maybe you wanted to join.”

• he doesn’t face his friend.

• knowing the look of concern he’d see.

• “Nah I’m good.”

• Yunho sighs walking over to his computer chair. “What you up to?”

• “Hongjoong wants me to get him the layout of the enterprise building by tomorrow. So I’m making a route.”

• “Yeosang, don’t you think the world would look much better seeing it person?”

• Yeosang bluntly laughs.

• thinking his friend is too open to cruel society.

• ironic right?

• that he works as a mobster in the dark.

• not wanting to remember his pasts when he was once exposed to the open environment of the world.

• he thinks society’s better through a computer screen than in person.

• “Why do I need to see it when I can see it just fine from here?”

• Yunho leaves shaking his head.

• knowing the mob scene wasn’t something Yeosang wanted to do.

• it was an offer he just couldn’t pass up.

• cause he can use his skills to do good in society—

• albeit not morally right,

• but still.

• bringing down the people he thinks don’t deserve to define society in the first place.

• he thinks that only he understands how ugly the world really is.

• that he doesn’t need to leave the comfort of his isolation to know.

• and the day he’s coordinating from his dark room,

• the day he’s switching from tab to tab on his computer,

• making sure Wooyoung doesn’t hit any red lights,

• and the boys don’t encounter any mishaps,

• he sees you.

• and he’s almost enticed to leave his chair and join the party.

• “Yeosang, where am I going man?” Wooyoung sounds frantic through his in ear. “I’ve got cops up my ass and the enemy tailing my bumper. You gotta make a call.”

• but he can’t.

• he’s on the wrong tab.

• staring at you.

• the LED maybe starting to get to him.

• “The girl.”

• “What fucking girl, Yeo?! Dude, you gotta get me out of here.”

• he thinks he has to.

• of course, it’s his best friend.

• he curses canceling your tab out just for a second.

• “Left.”

• but by the time Wooyoung reaches safety,

• and he’s back on your tab.

• you’re gone.

• “Good job, Yeosang. We got the package.”

• he thinks maybe they did.

• but why did it feel like he didn’t?

• the next days come by and he’s out of it.

• out of his wit searching endless on the internets dark web,

• trying to find you.

• but it’s hard.

• to narrow down a beautiful girl when he can only remember your face 8 bit.

• “Hey, do you have a minute?”

• Yeosang for once,

• snaps around with a heavy heart.

• for once wanting to stand up from his chair and go out.

• to find you.

• cause he knows where you were.

• and he knows he might see you again.

• but he’d have to expose himself.

• he might just not be ready for that.

• so here comes Hongjoong, ready to offer him another thing he can’t pass up.

• “I’ve noticed some discrepancies with your blueprints for tomorrow’s heist.” he sits on the desk, arms crossed, worried now that he sees Yeosang hasn’t slept a blink. “Everything okay?”

• he wants to tell him.

• usually Yeosang’s blunt and careless.

• but he wants to let his feelings out.

• so he can understand why one girl managed to change his mind about staying in a computer chair.

• “Hyung, there’s this girl.” Yeosang starts, blinking under his glasses. “I can’t stop thinking about her. Like... the internet’s great and particularly very easy for me as a hacker. And I’m usually smart enough to find anything on it, my computer screen being my source of the outside.”

• Hongjoong chuckles.

• knowing though he may have took part in raising the orphan he’s always proud of,

• it’s time he started raising himself.

• “And what about this girl makes you want to tell me about it?”

• Yeosang sighs.

• heart on fire.

• your image flashing his mind like the things on his computer he sees 12 hours a day.

• “I want to find her, hyung. But I won’t be able to do it here.”

• “Then you should go. See the outside a little bit and maybe you’ll find her there. You know, the internet doesn’t have all the answers.

• Hongjoong does though.

• because he knows this girl— you.

• knows why you stood out.

• because you were the one girl in Yeosang’s orphanage the day he picked him up.

• the girl who held his hand when Hongjoong found him.

• wonders why Yeosang never remembered it was you.

• “Oh god! I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you.”

• he thinks you’re beautiful.

• can’t say the same about the environment around you,

• the weird feeling of unartificial air brushing against his skin.

• but he thinks it’s worth it.

• cause he still gets to see you.

• “That’s okay.” Yeosang mutters like an idiot. “I... I um actually came here to see you.”

• you smile softly,

• blowing your hair out of your face after standing from picking up your things.

• he thinks you look like you came straight of a fantasy film.

• and you think he looks familiar.

• someone you sometimes search the web for not exactly a movie.

• “Oh.” you hold your box to your side, cocking your hip. “In that case, what can I do for you?”

• he’s speechless.

• tongue tied—

• cause when was the last time he talked to a stranger in person before?

• “Sorry this was a mistake.”

• he thinks he’s dumb.

• that if society rejected him before,

• why would it accept him now?

• you want to chase after him.

• but first watch him turn.

• not failing to catch the heart shaped birthmark hidden under his glasses frame.

• “Yeosang?!”

• he stops.

• he blinks seeing white.

• maybe it’s from the LED exposure he gets sitting behind his computer screen all day long,

• but the moment his name escapes your lips,

• he remembers the one person who never rejected him.

• despite being apart of cruel society.

• “Oh my god, it is you.”

• you drop your box and sprint on your heels.

• heart on fire when you see your old childhood flame.

• the one man you thought society deserved more than anyone.

• but he freezes.

• unfamiliar with the feeling of affection.

• only knowing the affection of his keyboard and his mouse.

• “Yeosang, I missed you.”

• years passed.

• YEARS.

• but you didn’t need the internet to remember who this man was.

• “Where did you go? Why did you leave?”

• he stares down at you through his glasses.

• thinking,

• how could he forget that the world up close could be more beautiful than seeing it through a computer screen?

• how could he forget you?

• “Y/n.”

• you smile the biggest smile in the world.

• “You remember.”

• he kisses you.

• because well—

• years away from social interaction kept him from knowing boundaries.

• but that’s okay with you.

• you can read him like an open book.

• that they Yeosang was the same afraid kid he was the day he was abducted from the orphanage.

• the same kid who kissed you whenever he felt scared of the world.

• “You know, this doesn’t make up for you leaving me behind all those years.” you run your thumb against the strange birthmark on his cheek as he stares at you. “But I think you can start with this, sure.”

• he’s bewitched.

• never wanting to stop looking at you.

• maybe the chances of staring at you better than the chances of staring at his computer to fulfill his desires.

• “Do you.. do you want to meet my friends?”

• you giggle,

• feeling bewitched too.

• “Do they treat you better than the world ever could?”

• he wonders why.

• why the internet can’t always explain love the way he needed it too.

• making more sense only because he meets you.

• “Yeah. They do.”

• you giggle again.

• and it’s an audio that he’dvput on repeat even if it killed him and his CPU.

• “Well do you think they’ll mind if we all go out for lunch?”

• you interlace your hands with a man you think only subsided in your memory.

• your gigabytes running so low you almost needed to erase some things.

• but your glad you didn’t.

• wondering what would’ve happened if you stopped searching for Yeosang on the web every now and then.

• cause if you did, maybe you would’ve forget who Yeosang even was.

• “I have this amazing restaurant by the beach. And I think you might find it more beautiful in person than in a plain digital picture I could show you.”

• he’s never been one to think the world was beautiful in person.

• but maybe the world was just beautiful because you were in it.

• and he’d be okay with that.

• —be okay with exposing himself again.

• just to be with you.

• “If it’s as beautiful as you, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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