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quirklessidiot · 4 years

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Title: coward Pairing: F!Reader x Miya Atsumu Genre: major angst train ahead, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Synopsis: You were a coward and what do cowards do when they’re in an unfamiliar situation? They run, run until their legs can’t carry them. Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex ,unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion notes: for my first story, I had to write about my number one boy right now i- anyways minor spoilers but this is kind of an AU?? As far as I know, Atsumu, Aran, and Inunaki werent college buds and Atsumu and Inunaki didnt canonically go to college so yeah uwu. Ill be fixing up my masterlist when i have all this in order ngh... If you guys want to be tagged in future stories just fill up the tag list or if you want to be tagged in just this story, send me a message :>

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The first time Miya Atsumu sees you is Spring on the first year of college.

It had been a bad day for him, girls kept crowding him and annoying him about mundane things, even going so far as interrupting his practice at the gym. If Aran hadn’t stopped him, he’d have yelled at them at that moment for interrupting him.

As he was on his way home, his eyes caught your lone figure standing there with a red bull and a cup of cold brew on each of your hands whilst a phone was clipped between your ear and shoulder, your brows were furrowed together as if you were having trouble explaining something.

You looked like every college student out there. Your hair was in a tight ponytail, your clothes seemed to be in a bit of a disheveled state, and you looked like you hadn’t slept in days. The next action you did surprised him, you had mixed your coffee with the red bull and just drank it straight from the cup.

The blonde was expecting a palpitation to happen any moment now but you remained there, unfazed by it all and still talking on the phone with your brows furrowed.

He didn’t even notice that he was openly staring at you until one of his teammates had approached him and asked him why he was just standing there, “Jus’ saw something weird.” He muttered, returning his gaze to where you stood but it seemed like you were gone then.

The first time that he actually talked to you was because he had accidentally did his service too hard and had hit you square on the stomach.

He feels his shoulder tense as you weakly let out that you were fine and that you just needed to talk to a member name Shion Inunaki for a project, you seemed to ignore him and what he did earlier, like you paid no mind to his presence.

Next thing he knows, he sees you around a lot on campus yet just like the first time he sees you and the first time he talks to you, you barely looked his way.

The days past quickly and it’s already the second half of the school year, he sees that your classmates in one of his minor classes and that you sit in front of him yet he feels like a fuckin’ scrub around you. You barely glance his way and when he tries to initiate a conversation, your words are curt and concise.

He asks his twin one night about it.

The only reply he got was, “You ain’t the center of the world, ‘sumu. People sometimes jus’ don’t give a shit about ya, stop thinking your some big shot.”

He curses his twin and thus begins a two minute long argument between them as usual but as he’s about to end the call in sheer frustration and annoyance, his twin says something that shuts him up immediately, “Don’t tell me you got a lil’ crush over a girl who gives zero fucks about ya.”

Silence.

“No fuckin’ way, Tsumu.” His twin choked on the other line, “Among all the people in that huge uni?- wheeze-You ended up liking one who barely knows your existence?’

“Shut up.”

“I gotta call Aran for that, fuckin’ masochist. This shit won’t end well.”

The blonde chunks his phone to the bed and groans out loud.

Surely it couldn’t be a crush, right?

Wrong.

Next thing he knows, it's already nearing the end of the second semester and he still craves for that attention from you. Aran feels like he’s crazy, saying how impossible it is to like someone who barely acknowledges his existence. Samu, on the other hand, reiterates that he probably just wanted you because you had this mysterious air and different attitude from the girls Atsumu met before. That and because he’s a masochist who loves hurting himself apparently.

Yet he shuts them down both because of the little opportunity created by his professor in the form of a project in pairs, you picked him much to his surprise, “...You're the only person I know here.” You simply replied.

When he hears those words, he cracks a lazy smirk, “We friends now or something?” he asked.

You clicked your tongue in reply, avoiding his gaze as you muttered, ‘I guess so.’

But after that little victory moment, you remained the same. He didn’t even get to see you outside class since you said that this project didn’t need meet-ups on the weekends or after class, the only thing he got was your number and even when he did try to strike a conversation through text, you gave very short responses.

“Stop simping over her, she probably got a boyfriend that’s why she ain’t lookin your way.” Osamu advised right after he confessed his worries.

Atsumu wishes he was wrong, he really does but he’s getting frustrated. So he attempts to heed Aran’s advice and tries to shake you off. He doesn’t seek you out in class anymore yet like always, you’re not even the least bit bothered by it. He feels queasy on how easy it is for you to be that way towards him but then again, it’s not like you cared about him in the first place.

Later that week, in the midst of his sulking, he’s at a frat party and he does his best to forget about you. There were a lot of beautiful women lining up for him and willing to give him all the attention he lacked from you yet when he’s making out with one of them and this close to getting laid in one of the quiet rooms upstairs, the door bursts open and there stands you, the girl he’s been trying to desperately ignore.

“O-Oh sorry… I-Wrong room...” Your voice that used to be void of emotion was now shaky and you seemed to be forcing yourself to speak. You didn’t seem to recognize him at all since it was dark but he knew that voice and that figure anywhere.Before he could say anything else though, you're out and about, closing the door behind you.

Just like that, Atsumu shoves the girl from his lap and hurriedly puts back his shirt on. He doesn’t care if the stranger was angry or if he was in a disheveled state, he just runs and follows you out.

“Hey! Y/N!” He calls out at the quiet street, out of breath.

You slowly turned to him and he feels his heart stop at your unfamiliar appearance, your mascara was a mess from your crying and you had scratches on your knees, indicating that you must’ve fallen down somewhere tonight. The volleyball player clears his throat and slowly approaches you, “Hey.” he softly says, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket to hand it to you.

You hesitantly take it and try to get rid of the mascara running down your face.

“Come on, Y/N.” He croons as he takes off his jacket to put it on you, ‘samu was right about one thing, he really couldn’t say no to you, “Let's take you home.”

It was that little moment that made Miya Atsumu’s stepping stone towards you.

Yet in the end, despite those endless times of him chasing you, you still chose to run further away from him instead.

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magioffire · 2 years

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NOPE ; character relationships ( not necessarily shipping just in general ) can also do YEP for this too if you want uwu

send me a 'nope' for something i don't like to write. send me a 'yep' for something i do enjoy writing ; accepting

HMM lets see here. like you guys mentioned in your asks too, i don't have a lot of hard nos when it comes to the types of character relationships i will play, but there are of course a few. or maybe less 'hard no' and more 'lets talk about it', just like you said in your ask!! its more of a case by case basis with a lot of these things. like most people on here ill write unhealthy or toxic relationships, provided it is treated with the respect it needs and remains somewhat grounded in the reality of 'this is not a healthy relationship dynamic to strive towards'. with that in mind, there's not many things i wont touch. however, when it begins to skirt into the territory of 'wouldnt it be cute if my muse was a student to your muse and they fell in lurv???" like no it wouldn't be cute. it would be abusive. that's something i need to establish right away. im not knocking anyone who writes these dynamics and saying they all automatically are just fetishizing it. there are ways to tackle more 'problematic' content without falling into the trap of making the narrative actually approve of whats transpiring -- but anyway. im getting WAY off topic.

as i said before i dont really enjoy writing romantic mentor/apprentice relationships because of the sorely uneven power dynamic, and the fact that vali remains pretty professional with his apprentices. keeping them at arm's length. not really letting them in his life past a purely mentor figure standpoint. so it just would be ooc for him to pursue one of his apprentices. if one of his apprentices is trying to pursue him, he shuts it down. he knows he has a position of power.

now, as for actually equal exchanges of information between people, acting more like academic colleagues or intellectual peers than teacher and student, and falling in love via that dynamic? that seems a lot more up my alley. i guess you could call it.... teacher/teacher or student/student.

where its an equal exchange of information between equal academic peers rather than someone in a position of authority passing down information to someone without a position of authority. i could see that being an actually pretty cute dynamic. but mentor/apprentice? naaah, not my cup of tea either man. i can see someone giving such a dynamic the space, respect and critical eye that it needs in order to be written well, but im not willing nor interested in picking up that particular torch.

something else im kinda eeeeeh on but not like. NO about. is probs the concept of soul mates. i get the concept and why people like it! its very romantic if written right, and can open up a whole new world of dynamics to explore via past lives. but i never really got into the whole soul mate dynamic thing. maybe because there's often this implication you only have *one* soul mate, and that soul mate is *always* going to be a romantic one. i do however like the idea of two souls who were met to meet, but maybe not for the reasons the characters think.

i think it ties into the tropes of 'love at first sight', 'love conquers all', 'twin souls', 'opposites attract', and the whole idea of the universe wanting you two to be together. which can easily go into the cliche territory i guess. none of these tropes are inherently bad in the slightest, cliches are not inherently bad, there's a reason cliches are cliches, cuz they work if they are so overdone. and if done well, can be amazing. but i often don't see myself really getting into these sorts of tropes except in circumstances were its just. exceptional. i guess.

i do, however, like the idea that two character's meeting was fated -- maybe not in the romantic 'we were always meant to be' soul mates way, but in the 'we are meant to teach each other something in this life' kinda way!! karmic relationships > the whole soul mate fanfic trope thing

#ooc.#ask.#long post cw #ovisac

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d-ama-ien · 4 years

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Take a Break

Summary: The District Attorney is sick, yet they drag themselves to work anyways. Damien convinces them to take a break, helping care for them after they agree to take the rest of the day off.

Pairing: Mayor Attorney (Damien x the DA)

Warning: Some mentions of nausea and other cold symptoms

A fic for @fgfluidity

Author note: It’s cold season y’all, take care of yourselves! Damien wants you to be health uwu

You know you're sick- yesterday your body felt tired, bone achingly tired, you weren't able to finish even half of the dinner you made yourself, and you passed out before the clock chimed 8, barely waking up to your alarm this morning. But, you're not allowed to be sick, not with the trial coming up, with all the work you need to do. So, you trudge through your morning routine, managing to make yourself look something like presentable, arriving at the office on time, as usual, smiling at the secretary like there wasn't a worry in the world. Just the short walk to your office had you exhausted, but fortunately, you could sit while doing your work, and then you'd be fine.

You were not fine. It didn't matter that the only thing you had been doing for the last hour was paperwork; you were exhausted, barely able to focus on the paperwork in front of you. Just another hour or so until lunch, then another 5 hours until you could go home, then another three days until the weekend, and then you could rest. For now, it was out of the question, and you page the secretary for some coffee before quickly changing your order to tea. Yeah, coffee wasn't the best idea with your stomach. Tea would have to do for the caffeine fix.

The tea didn't do much for your fatigue. It was warm, tasted nice, and it felt good to have something in your nearly empty stomach, but you managed to get through to lunchtime, at least. You sigh as the phone rings, not wanting to deal with a last-minute request for a lunch meeting or anything that would add to your workload, and accidentally let the phone ring through. Whoops.

It starts ringing again a moment later, and this time you force yourself to take the call.

"I'm sorry to bother you, DA. I know your lunch break just started, but the mayor has requested a meeting," You bite back a groan at the secretary's message, instead saying they could send the mayor in. You groan after hanging up, though- if it was anyone, literally anyone, else you could've said to claim you're busy and out of the office and that they could make an appointment for later. Yeah, that's not an option when it comes to the mayor.

Of course, the mayor isn't just the mayor; he's Damien, your dearest friend, and usually, you'd happily clear the day for him at the drop of a hat. Today wasn't the usual; you are sick and wanted to steal a quick nap during your lunch break so that you could push through the rest of the day. But, if Damien requests your presence, then your presence is given. There's a knock on the door then, and you prepare yourself before calling out, "Come in!"

Damien comes in, a warm smile on his face, though it falls slightly when he sees your face. He seems to know something is off, even though you had done your best to force a smile before he came in.

"Are you doing well, friend?" Damien asks, voice gentle with concern.

"Just a bit tired is all," you wave off his concern, gesturing for him to come in and sit. No reason to make him stand around; the cane only offers so much support after all.

"I'm sorry to pop in on you without warning. I realized how long it's been since we got to spend time together casually, and I know this is your usual lunchtime, so I figured we could go eat together," Damien sits on the edge of his seat, eyes trained on my face.

"That sounds lovely. Just let me grab my coat," you rise from your seat, having to pause and brace your weight on the desk when a wave of dizziness hits. Well, that's new. Damien is openly concerned now, standing and leaning on his cane as he puts a hesitant hand on your shoulder.

"Are you sure you're well? I wasn't going to say it, but you look awful," you figure you must look really bad for Damien to say something like that. He never says anything negative about your appearance, except for in university when he would be laughing about how terrible you'd look after a good party.

"I'm fine, really, just-"

"This is more than "just tired," you look like you're going to pass out!" Damien's grip leaves your shoulder, and he briefly rests the back of his hand on your forehead. You'd blush at that if your face wasn't already so hot. "You're burning up. What on Earth possessed you to come in today? Get your stuff; we're taking you home this instant,"

"Damien, I can't just leave in the middle of the day. I have work to do!" You protest, blushing as Damien levels you with a stern stare- the kind he uses when his staff acts up and needs to be reprimanded. You've always shuddered just witnessing it, but seeing it could never prepare you for being on the receiving end of it.

"You're just putting your health at risk by staying. How much work will you get done if you end up needing to go to the hospital?"

"Okay, Dames, it's a cold,"

"Colds can become serious if not properly dealt with. Gather your things now. You're taking today and tomorrow off,"

“Tomorrow?” He knows the case you have coming up, the work you have to do, and he thinks you're going to take a day and a half off?

"Tomorrow. Friend, your work will suffer if you aren't well. I know you have that case coming up, and doing this to yourself is just putting that at risk,"

You want to keep protesting, should keep protesting, but Damien is right. You and your work will only suffer if you don't nip this issue in the bud. So, with a deep sigh, you fetch your coat, obediently locking up the office and following Damien down the hall. He pauses to speak to the secretary, informing them you'll be out of the office for the remainder of today and all of tomorrow, on Damien's orders. You're glad Damien doesn't say the truth, that he's forcing you out of work because you're sick. After all, it would be rather embarrassing for the mayor to need to drag an ill district attorney home. Well, it was embarrassing, but only to you, as no one else knew about it.

Damien brought you to where his driver was waiting outside the building, quickly rattling your address off to the driver as you get settled. It isn't too far a drive, you live reasonably close to where you work after all, and soon you're sitting at your own kitchen table as Damien wanders through the kitchen, gradually collecting ingredients and cooking tools as he goes. He's taken off his jacket and vest, eventually rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he starts fusing with some of the ingredients he had gathered.

"Dames, what are you doing?" You ask, "You got me home, you don't have to stay," Damien looks at you like you’ve grown a second head, pausing for only a moment before continuing his quest.

"Friend, you were barely able to walk from the car to your table. There's no way I would just leave you here unattended. Would you even be able to cook for yourself?"

"You don't need to cook for me. I'm fine,"

"When's the last time you ate, then?"

"Dinner last night,"

"And did you actually eat a full meal?"

"Yes?" Damien pauses again, frowning at you, "Fine, no. I couldn't finish it,"

"You need to eat, so I'll cook for you," Damien sets a glass of water in front of you before going to the pot, starting to fill it with water and putting it on the stove.

"Drink that; with your fever, you'll need the hydration," he calls over his shoulder, ignoring your grumbling. The more stubborn part of you is a bit indignant at the treatment- you're an adult, a freaking district attorney, and Damien is instructing you on how to take care of yourself like you don't know any better. The more honest part of you is relishing in the attention because it's Damien taking care of you, sweetly looking out for your health and well being. You drink the water as you watch Damien work. He slowly added things to the pot, having dug up some veggies and herbs that you had nearly forgotten about, and adding those once they're cleaned and cut.

In a half-hour, there's a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of you, Damien smiling warmly as he sits at the other side of the table with his own bowl.

"I had to improvise some of the ratios, so I hope it tastes alright," he says, sounding almost nervous. Is he worried you won't like it?

It's definitely one of the better soups you've had, not over seasoned but not bland like most foods made for an upset stomach are. You find yourself smiling as you take another spoonful.

"I didn't know you cooked," you say. The last time you had seen Damien cook was back in university- if that could be called cooking with the less than stellar results of most of his attempts.

"Well, I learned the basics from Celine before she moved in with Mark, but my staff does most of the cooking anymore," Damien explains, starting on his own bowl.

"I owe Celine a thank you. Last time you cooked for me, it's what caused me to be sick," you laugh slightly as you remember that "meal," using the term "meal" loosely, of course.

"In my defense, we were drunk," Damien points out, smiling at the memory. He's only smiling because he wasn't unlucky enough to eat it.

"Yes, and then I was suffering from food poisoning," he laughs fully at that, and you're thankful that at least a funny story came out of your misery. Damien finishes much faster than you do, but he sits with you and entertains with some more reminiscing as you slowly finish the full bowl.

"Why don't you go to your room and get in something more comfortable? I'll tidy up here and will be up in a moment," Damien suggests, standing to take your bowls to the sink.

"Dames, you really don't need to stay,"

"None of that, I always have time to be there for you. Go on upstairs," your protest dies in your throat when Damien briefly rests his hand on top of yours, squeezing gently. Then he's heading back over to the sink, starting the water and rinsing the dishes. You make your way upstairs, changing into a more comfortable outfit, resting on the edge of your bed after the effort of getting upstairs and getting changed. Damien knocks before coming in, always the gentleman, bringing a glass of water with him.

"I really don't need you to supervise me taking a nap," you point out as he sets the glass on your bedside table.

"I won't be supervising; I'm just keeping you company. You get settled in; I have to grab something." Part of you is embarrassed at the idea of Damien sitting with you while you sleep, but the other part of you recognizes the number of things he had seen you do in university and, well, taking a nap beside him was nothing compared to that.

You're laying down, just getting comfortable, when Damien reenters, carrying his briefcase in the hand not occupied by his cane.

"Do you mind if I sit beside you?" He asks, not even resting his hand on the bed until you nod. You glance over at him as he settles in, first noticing he was polite enough to kick off his shoes, then noticing his bare forearms, sleeves still rolled up from preparing lunch. He pulls out a file from the briefcase, starting to read it over while humming something under his breath. Damien's voice is rich and sweet enough when speaking, but his hums are like melted chocolate. You don't even notice how tired and relaxed you are until you're dozing off, asleep in mere minutes.

The sun is setting when you wake up, Damien's silhouette practically glowing with the late afternoon sunlight that hits him from the window. He's buried in another file, pen in hand. His other hand, you notice with surprise, is holding one of yours, thumb idly stroking the back of your hand as he reads, occasionally making a note. Now that you're awake, you should pull away, because this isn't proper- Damien's your friend, and your boss, but he's also so warm, and you're so comfortable, and you never want to let go of his hand. You shift slightly, drawing his attention your way, and you could die from how much affection is held in his smile as he notices you're awake.

"Ah, there's the little monster," he greets, and even though you're awake, he doesn't pull his hand away. You look down at your joined hands, Damien following your gaze- for a second, you swear he's blushing as he pulls away, but it could easily be the lighting.

"I'm sorry about that, you grabbed at my hand while you were asleep, and I didn't want to disturb you," he explains.

"Ah, sorry about grabbing you," you reply, a bit embarrassed.

"Don't apologize, I didn't mind," now that's definitely a blush rising on his face as he realizes what he said. You don't press the topic anymore; it's clear that he's flustered, so you just roll over and reach your arms above your head to stretch. You slowly move to sit, grabbing the water off your bedside table, and taking a long drink.

"Are you hungry? I can heat the soup, or maybe I could make some pasta if your stomach is feeling better,"

"I think I could handle some pasta," you say, Damien nodding and moving to stand up.

"Take your time getting downstairs; it shouldn't take too long to have dinner prepared," Damien says as he packs his files and pen away into his briefcase, sliding his shoes on and grabbing his cane before leaving the room. You take your sweet time stretching and moving to stand. The water is boiling, and Damien is adding pasta to the pot as you get downstairs. True to his word, it doesn't take very long for the noodles to be prepared, Damien adding a bit of butter and a hint of salt and pepper before serving you a plate.

"Hopefully, it isn't too dull a meal, but we don't want to take any chances agitating your stomach even if it's feeling better right now," Damien says. The noodles are, admittedly, very plain, but it's also nice to have something a bit heavier in your stomach, even if it isn't a very exciting meal. There's less conversation this meal- you aren't sure that you fully woke up from your afternoon nap, and Damien seems content with the silence. It's quiet even after you finish, Damien talking and washing your plates as you finish another glass of water.

"Well," Damien starts once the dishes are set in the drying rack, fusing with his cane in a way that betrays discomfort.

"Well?" You question, not having enough context to prompt him further.

"I know it's a bit early, but since you're sick, you probably should be heading to bed soon," he says.

"Right. Would you want to stay the night?" You're not sure where the boldness to ask that question came from, your face burning with a blush as soon as you say it. Damien looks just as embarrassed but, well. He hasn't shut you down, hasn't proclaimed how immoral it is to even suggest that.

And then, "Do you really want me to stay?"

That's not the response you were expecting.

"I'd be happy to have you," while the sentiment was true, it was much bolder than you would usually be.

"Then I'd be happy to stay," your heart melts when he looks at you like that- if you were a little younger, a little more confident and naive, you would call that expression one of love. As it were, you knew better than to call it that, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless.

So, you end up lying on your side in bed, respectfully facing away as Damien removes his shirt and belt and his slacks. It was the only practical way for him to sleep, you had both agreed, but you wouldn't encroach on his privacy and observe as he disrobes. The situation was indecent enough as it is; there was certainly no reason to add to it. You're blushing as the bed dips, the covers shifting a bit as he slides between them.

You reach for the bedside table, turning off the lamp, plunging the room into a darkness that feels almost oppressive. You're hyper-aware of everything- his breathing, your own breathing, the warmth of having another person in the bed, the way the bed moves as Damien shifts. Then, a deep breath.

"Would you," Damien pauses, speaking quietly, "could I hold you?"

That isn't a question you asked a friend, you think, blushing at the implications behind him asking that.

"I wouldn't mind that," you answer, and your voice sounds too loud in the quiet room. There's more shifting then, a hesitant arm resting over your side, and you can tell that Damien hasn't fully settled, posed to pull away at any moment. So, you snuggle back, feeling his chest against your back, sighing as you let yourself relax into his touch. He relaxes a moment later, his arm a comfortable pressure on your side, breath warm where it occasionally brushes your ear. You fall asleep like that, his warmth almost painfully comfortable, and you have a blissfully deep sleep for the first time in ages.

The first thing you notice is how bright the room is, the sun much deeper in the sky than it would usually be when you get up. The next thing you notice is how much better you feel, no traces of nausea and barely tired. Then you notice that your bed is empty, and it's an incredibly disappointing realization that Damien had left while you were sleeping. But, on your bedside table was a glass of water, still cool, and a folded note with your name on it in curling script.

"My dearest,

I am terribly sorry to leave while you're still asleep. Unfortunately, I received an urgent request and had to go into the office earlier than I had been planning, and you needed the rest, so I didn't want to wake you. I left instructions for reheating the soup down in the kitchen, make sure you eat lunch and drink plenty of water. After work today, I will be stopping by check in on you, but you can call me if you need anything. Feel better soon.

Love,

Damien"

He called you his dearest and he signed the note with love, and you’re nearly swooning. You can't count how many times you skim the note, grinning every time your eyes cross his signature. Eventually, you manage to get up- you haven't had a proper day off in forever, and you fully intend to take advantage of it with a proper lazy day. And, at the end of the day, you get to look forward to your dearest, your Damien, coming home to you.

Well, maybe coming down with a cold isn't the worst thing after all.

#fg i hope you like it!#i tried to make it really fluffy #i want to snuggle with damien so bad #fanfiction #my works #mayor attorney #mayor damien #wkm damien #wkm the mayor #wkm the district attorney #y/n district attorney #i usually do first person and kept accidentally typing 'I' so i hope i didnt miss any lol #sick fic #okie i'm going to bed now i hope y'all have a good night #fortunately i was feeling very soft and very inspired today so this didn't take long :)

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years

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Young Blood -(PB/WITS Crossover)

A/N: Here’s our surprise uwu we’re tagging people from both series and we hope you guys enjoy our fluffy, ‘Voldemort never existed/Lupin isn’t a werewolf’ au -Val & Danny

Words: 6,158

Twoidiots Masterlist // Next Chapter

September 1st, 1971

The train is about to leave. Sirius and Percy finish their goodbyes and hop on the train, both searching for an empty compartment.

“Percy, here,” says the boy, opening one. The girl walks closer but soon realizes it’s not exactly empty.

“Hi,” Sirius says, “can we sit here? All the others are taken...”

“Sure.”

Both kids sit in front of the other boys.

“I’m James, James Potter,” says the kid in glasses.

“I’m Remus Lupin,” The boy in the middle waves awkwardly, he has a small scar on the bridge of his nose.

“I’m Matthew,” A boy with chestnut hair and clear blue eyes smiles at them, he’s seated at the opposite corner. Persephone can’t help but think that he’s really sweet-looking. Very cute.

“I’m Sirius Black, and this is Percy,” Sirius responds, the girl smiles politely. She looks around and feels a bit awkward being surrounded by a bunch of boys.

“Is your name really Percy?” asks James. She laughs and shakes her head.

“It’s short for Persephone.”

“Cool,” He gives her a lopsided grin.

For the next five minutes the group divides into tiny conversations, James and Sirius animatedly talk about what they’d do at school, Sirius can’t help but get excited about not being under the gaze of his mum and James has tons of fun ideas.

Meanwhile, Persephone, Remus and Matthew share the joy of being able to learn everything that the books are promising. They couldn’t wait to start the school year.

Suddenly the compartment door opens at once and a little girl with thick, auburn hair steps in.

“I know you!” She exclaims, looking directly at Matthew. “You’re Albus Dumbledore’s son!”

The group looks at her in surprise, staying deadly silent.

“Er...” Matthew blushes lightly, “he’s not my father, he’s my uncle… uh, nice to meet you?”

Persephone nudges Sirius side and whispers excitedly. “You think he could keep us away from detention?”

“You’re already assuming we’ll get in trouble?” He grins.

“Oh, please, I know you’re thinking the same,” She responds.

“Sorry, I knew you’d be here and I was excited to meet you, your family is a legend!” The new girl looks around. “Oh, right. I’m Emily Sultens, and you are..?”

“James Potter, nice to meet you,” The boy shakes her hand and then moves the trunk from the seat in front of him so she can join them.

“I’m Remus.”

“Sirius,” The boy waves lazily.

“Hi,” The girl stares at Emily curiously. “I’m Percy.”

“I’m Matt— but I guess you knew that already…”

“Yes,” Emily giggles, “the Prophet mentions you all the time.”

“Of course they do!” James exclaims, “He’s the son of the greatest wizard that’s ever existed! Aberforth Dumbledore: the guy that turns people into goats…”

“Actually,” Remus spoke up, “that title belongs to Merlin. Uhm, the one about the greatest wizard, not the goats.”

“Yes!” Sirius threw a fist in the air, “you’ll be the witty one of our group.”

The boy hugs Remus so fast he accidentally drops his books. Matt picks them and places them on top of a trunk.

“Don’t be clingy, Sirius!” Percy scolds.

“Don’t be jealous, Percy, I’m just being friendly,” He teases.

“You’re being annoying,” She rolls her eyes. “Stop it.”

“Thanks, Percy,” Remus grunted, pushing Sirius away. “Thanks, Matt.”

“No problem,” Matthew smiles.

Emily sits comfortably next to Percy and quickly starts talking to her.

“You guys knew each other?” She asks.

“No, I only knew this idiot,” Percy kicks Sirius’ leg softly. “Are you a first-year too?”

“Yes! I’m excited, my dad told me thousands of cool stories about Hogwarts…”

“What house do you want to be sorted in?”

“Oh, I don’t know much about the houses,” Emily tilts her head.

“It’s really simple, you know there are four houses?” Emily nods, Percy continues. “Well, it’s really common to be sorted into the same house as your family, I’m the youngest, and all my siblings had been in Slytherin, so it’s very likely that I’ll be one as well—”

“Slytherin?”James makes a face of disgust. “What’s your Lastname?”

Percy frowns a bit. “Singh.”

James’ face changes into a more tense expression. “Oh… okay.”

“What’s wrong with my name?” She questions.

“Nothing! Nothing…” Then he adds in a not-so-discrete whisper, “apart from the fact that they’re all ugly snakes.”

Percy gasps loudly, the boys stare at them not knowing what to answer while Emily appears to be slightly confused. Sirius is ready to defend his friend, but Matthew intervenes faster.

“I don’t think Slytherins are bad,” He says. “I assume your whole family was in Gryffindor, right James?”

The boy puffs out his chest defiantly. “Yeah, so?”

“So that explains why you’re so judgy,” Emily says brightly, happy to be able to participate.

“I was just saying!”

The conversation is interrupted by a girl with bright, red hair and a quiet boy, both occupying the last seats available in the compartment. James insists on continuing the argument and the new boy (who introduced himself as Severus) argues back in support of Slytherin.

They’re both really annoying, the three girls share a look of exasperation and the redhead (who said her name was Lily) decides to put a stop to it.

“This is really stupid, neither of you even know if you’ll be sorted into those houses! You could be Ravenclaws for all you know!”

“No way, I’m obviously Gryffindor!” James argues. “Only brainys are sorted into Ravenclaw...”

“Okay then, you’re obviously not a Ravenclaw,” Lily remarks.

“Exactly!” James blushes when he realizes his mistake. “No, wait—”

“You have an ill opinion of every house except for Gryffindor,” Emily points out.

“Because Gryffindor is the best house!”

“Why are you arguing about it with her anyway? She’s a muggle-born,” Sirius states matter-of-factly. “She doesn’t know what she’s saying.”

Lily loses all colour as she glares at the dark-haired boy.

“You know what? I won’t waste my time arguing with spoiled prats. Let’s go, Severus,” Lily stands up, Emily and Percy share a look of shock and amusement, both girls immediately knowing they have to befriend this girl.

“See you, Snivellus!” Sirius says out loud as the pair leave the room. Persephone punches his arm. “Ouch! What was that for?”

“You idiot,” She scowls.

September 1973

“I’m telling you guys, this is the year, I can feel it.”

“Sure thing, Matty,” James snorts. “I don’t understand why is it so hard for you, Emily spends half of her time with us and you still get all anxious around her…”

“I could ask you the same about Lily,” Remus mentions casually.

“It’s just that she’s always talking with the girls and I can’t ever speak to her without the others watching me!” Matthew huffs. “But I’ve had enough, this year is the year Emily and I become best friends.”

“But you don’t want to be just her friend,” Sirius smirks. “You want to date her.”

“I have to start somewhere…” He mumbles.

“Here’s a different idea,” Sirius puts an arm around his shoulders and pulls him in for a hug, he continues in a whisper, “why don’t you try and flirt with other girls to see if she gets jealous?”

“That’s a stupid idea,” Remus responds.

“You’re stupid,” Sirius frowns. “And I was talking to Matthew. What do you say, Matt?”

The young Dumbledore looks at the boy and shrugs.

“Dunno, I don’t want to give her the wrong impression…”

“She already has the wrong impression,” James rolls his eyes. “She thinks you don’t like her!”

“How d’you know?”

“I heard her talking with Percy the other day while we were on our way to potions, she thinks you can’t stand her and that’s why you always hide from her.”

“No!” Matthew’s eyes widened. “I’m an idiot!”

“Listen to me, Matt,” Sirius insists, squeezing his shoulders. “If you flirt with others then you’ll be more interesting to her, if not, well, you’ll have a bunch of girls chasing you around, it’s a win-win!”

“And how’s that working for you?” Remus questions.

“What do you mean?” Sirius frowns.

“Uh— oh, nevermind,” The boy retorts, hiding behind the book he’s currently reading.

“Well,” Matthew shifts on his seat. “It’s not a terrible idea, is it?”

James shrugs silently, shoving half a sandwich in his mouth. “Can’ be ‘at ‘ard.”

Matthew rolls his eyes, but he’s finally made a decision.

“I’ll do it.”

“Cool,” Sirius smirks.

“How should I start?”

“I have no idea, mate,” Sirius replies, patting his back harshly. “Good luck!”

“Girls,” Emily sat down between them, looking over her shoulder at the group of boys a few feet behind. “Is it me, or is Matthew Dumbledore acting really weird lately?”

“Weird how?” Percy asked.

“I saw him flirt with a fifth-year prefect the other day,” Emily said, her brows furrowed. “He actually convinced her not to send him to detention!”

“I haven’t seen much of him lately,” Lily shrugged. “I’ve been trying to stay away from that lot this year, Potter is driving me crazy—”

“Here we go again...” Percy fell back on the grass with a heavy sigh, Lily ignored her.

“He stole my bag the other day! I had to chase him around! He’s such a child, I don’t understand how Matthew and Remus are his friends...”

“Matthew’s no saint either,” Emily said. “He helped them escape from McGonagall, apparently now he loves pranks as much as Sirius and James…”

“Well, we always knew there had to be a reason why they were such good friends,” Percy replied sitting up a bit.

“...And I saw him sneak a rat’s tail in Dorcas’ drink last Monday, the poor thing screamed so loud!” Lily continued without really listening to the girls.

“I used to think he didn’t like me because I’m usually the one who pranks others with Sirius and James,” Emily was also talking to herself at this point. “I thought he considered me childish and that was why he didn’t want anything to do with me…”

“Mmhmm,” Percy grabbed her hat and covered her face with it, deciding to take a short nap while her two friends continued their rambling.

“—Don’t even get me started on how he treats Severus! He’s always trying to humiliate him and he thinks he’s being funny while doing so—”

“Severus is an idiot most of the time, though,” Emily retorted, briefly coming back to the present. “Even Remus can’t stand him.”

“They never offer him the chance to be better!” Lily argued. “He’s a really sweet boy once you get to meet him, you know?”

“Matthew’s a sweet boy, right? Did I had the wrong impression all this time? Is that why he hates me? I dunno, I don’t find him as fun to be around as I used to...”

“Dear Merlin!” Percy sat up in exasperation. “Emily, if you’re so eager to get to know him better just go and talk, you never shut up anyway— Lily, I’m seriously considering to arrange a date so you and James can shut up about each other.”

Both girls stared at her in shock, Emily blushed in embarrassment while Lily got red with anger.

“I hate James Potter!” She rummaged through her bag and pulled out her charms book. “Look at what he did to my book! He’s an animal!”

“I don’t need to know Matthew better, he’s clearly becoming Sirius and James’ triplet, that’s all I need to know,” Emily huffed.

“Very well,” Percy rolls her eyes. “Whatever you say — Can we talk about something else now?”

“Okay,” Emily mumbles. “About what?”

“I have no idea,” Percy mutters.

“Afternoon, girls,” Matthew approaches blithely, Percy lets out the faintest groan. “Is this books yours? I found it outside Slughorn’s classroom and I’ve been trying to find its owner…”

“No,” Percy replies without even looking at it.

“I don’t think so,” Matthew seems to have his full attention on her and Emily honestly can’t look away. “Are you sure it doesn’t have any initials on it? No names?”

“No... It looks rather new, that’s why I’m trying to return it, I don’t think the student would like to buy twice the same thing?”

This is the longest he’s ever talked to her without stammering, Emily takes it as a good sign. Maybe he doesn’t hate her after all, perhaps he’s just too much like he’s father, a bit shy, maybe even a bit grumpy…

“I could help you if you want?”

“W-What?” Matthew’s eyes widened, he wasn’t expecting that. He looks down to the book in his hand and swears internally. If she sees the book is James’ then she’ll think he’s an idiot. He can’t let her do that!

“Matt!” One of his classmates from Ancient Runes walks up to him, a black girl with beautiful eyes. “Hi! I was on my way to get something to eat, want to join me?”

Matthew immediately adopts his charming smile. He fixes his tie and nods.

“Sure thing!” He looks back at Emily and nods. “Maybe we can look around later?”

Emily doesn’t know why she’s so frustrated, she wanted to spend time with him. She’s been trying to be his friend for two years and every time she gets close something always happens! It’s exasperating.

Matthew leaves her there and both, Percy and Lily stare at her with knowing grins. She refuses to meet their gazes.

“You’re such an idiot, Sirius, why did you tell Matthew to flirt around?” Percy slaps the back of his head. “Emily’s getting so many mixed signals!”

“I thought it would catch her eye!” He grunts, rubbing his neck. “Merlin, you have a heavy hand…”

“You deserve that for being such a fool, why does your solution always involve flirting with other people?” She rolls her eyes.

“It was the first thing that came to mind!”

“It’s the only thing you do lately,” She grumbled.

“I think you’re overreacting. It’s not a big deal, not like you fancy her, do you?” He raises a brow, Percy hits him again.

“I don’t like her, but I don’t think it’s fair to play with other people’s feelings,” She sighs and closes her eyes in distress. “Anyway, now we have to fix it! This is the plan— I’ll sit with you during charms. That way Lily and Emily will have an empty seat and Matthew won’t have another choice but to sit with them!”

“He’s a coward, he won’t do it.”

“A galleon says he will,” Remus adds.

“Deal,” reply Sirius.

When Emily walks into the classroom she finds the strangest scene in front of her.

Percy is seated next to James, Remus and Sirius, who looks strangely grumpy. Across the room, Lily, Jenna and Matthew are sharing a table, and the only free spot is right next to the boy.

Unsure of what’s happening, Emily sits down next to the young Dumbledore trying to look as casual as possible. She smiles at him and Matthew smiles back. She really likes his smile.

“Did you find the owner?”

“What — Oh, yeah!” He chuckles. “It was one of James’ pranks— I guess he ran out of smart ideas. You look pretty today.”

“Oh,” Emily’s voice comes out slightly high-pitched. “You look pretty too. I mean— Handsome. Yes. Well pretty is also acceptable, isn’t it? I’ve never understood why boys don’t like to be called pretty—”

“You can call me pretty,” He says immediately, behind him Lily bursts into a fit of silent giggles. “I mean, whatever you prefer, I don’t mind. I don’t hate you —”

“You don’t?” She asks in relief. “That’s great! Does that mean we can be friends?”

“Let’s be best friends!”

“I would love that!”

“Our first visit to Hogsmeade is next week,” He continues, encouraged by her excitement. “Would you like to have a butterbeer with me then?”

“Yes!”

Sirius, Remus, James and Percy stare at them in incredulity.

“Dear Merlin, I think we’ve created a monster,” Sirius gulps. “Look at how fast their mouths move!”

“Lily’s going to pee her pants if she doesn’t calm herself,” Percy grins.

“I can’t believe I just lost a galleon!” James scoffs.

“I can’t believe it took them almost three whole years to start talking,” Remus snorted. “You two cough up, you owe me a galleon each.”

November 1976

“I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m dying alone.”

A general groan surrounds James when his friends react to his comment.

“Don’t start this again,” Sirius sighs tiredly. “Being single is the best! Why’re you crying about it?”

“What would you know about being single? You’re practically married to Persephone!” James scoffs.

Sirius guffaws. “What? That’s not true! Who’s Persephone? I don’t know her.”

The dark-haired boy changes his position on the couch awkwardly, next to him Matthew laughs.

“Don’t listen to him, being in love isn’t so bad, you know?”

“Please, Matt, tell me your secrets,” James implores dramatically.

“What secrets?” Matthew snorts. “Mate, I haven’t the faintest.”

“What do you mean you haven’t? You’ve been with Mily for two years!”

“Doesn’t mean I know what I’m doing…”

“Sorry, Prongs,” Remus says in amusement. “Looks like you’re on your own.”

“That’s it then, I’m destined to die as a spinster with twenty cats,” He turns to Sirius. “I’ll have to live in your basement.”

“What?” Sirius exclaims. “You’re rich! I thought you were the one who was going to let me live in his basement!”

“I’m not rich, my parents are!” James scoffs. “They’ll kick me out by the time I turn thirty. Mark my words, Sirius, I’ll die alone.”

“C’mon, have faith, James!” Matthew insists. “Listen, why don’t you ask her to join you for a butterbeer next weekend? The last visit to Hogsmeade before our Christmas break, maybe the holiday’s spirit might convince her to be nicer with you?”

“Right, because six years of deep loathing are that easy to forget,” Remus teases.

“I was just saying,” Matthew shrugs. “Emily reckons Lily is open to try new things…”

“That’s only when it’s her or Percy asking her to try them,” Sirius retorts.

“That’s it!” James claps once in excitement. “Let’s convince Percy to help us! Let’s organize a double date! You ask Percy —”

“Not so fast,” Sirius frowns. “Why would I ask Percy on a date? That’s weird, Lily would know right away what we’re doing.”

James snorted. “No, she wouldn’t.”

“How are you so sure?”

“You’re so up Percy’s arse she won’t think it’s weird if you ask her out. I bet the girls have been expecting this for ages.”

“No, I’m not,” He scoffs, then hesitates. “Am… am I?”

He looks around at the rest of the boys. A general mumble of agreement spreads around them.

“I wouldn’t say it like that,” Matthew starts politely. “It’s just that you appreciate her a lot.”

“Well, she’s my best friend!”

“Cheesy,” James fakes a cough.

Sirius punches his arm and raises his voice slightly.

“Stop it, you prat!”

“Be honest, Sirius,” Remus leans over. “You’ve never considered dating her? Not even once?”

“No?” He pushes his hair back and shrugs tensely. “Obviously.”

Matthew and James share a look.

“You definitely dream about dating her,” James declares.

“James...” Matthew warns him.

“We’ve heard you mumbling her name when you sleep!”

“James,” Matt insists.

“Can I go with you on the honeymoon? I promise to be quiet —”

Sirius stands up abruptly while talking.

“No! You hear me? I won’t do it!”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

Sirius stands in the middle of the snowy path with James anxiously waiting next to him. He’s standing on his tiptoes waiting to catch a glimpse of Lily’s figure, but he hasn’t succeeded yet.

“Oh, please,” James smirks. “You’ll thank me later. Have you thought of any destination for the romantic trip in which you’ll take your fiance?”

“We’re not taking you on our honeymoon!”

“We?” James grins.

“I— Oh, sod off,” Sirius looks ahead and whimpers. “They’re here.”

Percy waves at them happily, she’s got her arm locked around Lily’s, who looks at James as if he were her personal hell.

“Afternoon, girls,” James greets them cheerily. “You look beautiful, Lily.”

Lily stares at him and scowls, making a brief throaty sound to let him know she heard his compliment.

“Percy,” Sirius squints. “Are you wearing makeup?”

She stammers her reply. “Y-Yes? Is it too much? I’m not used to wearing this stuff, I —”

“You look good,” Sirius replies innocently. “You look pretty — Er, I mean, it looks nice.”

“Oh,” Percy blinks. “Thank you.”

Lily and James stare at them with matching grins, when the pair look at each other James beams, but Lily’s smile vanishes completely.

“What are we waiting for, then?” She asks grumpily. “Let’s go, I’m freezing.”

The redhead walks past the boys firmly and James follows her right away like a lost puppy. Sirius and Percy look at each other without knowing what to do now.

“We should go too, before Lily kills him,” Sirius offers.

“Yeah! You’re right, yes…”

Both teenagers quickly catch up with their friends, ready to forget whatever happened five seconds ago.

“I can’t believe you got me into this, why me?” Lily whines as she watches Persephone wash her hands.

“Give poor James a chance, Lily,” Percy smiles. “He’s trying so hard to behave!”

“He’s an idiot,” Lily rolls her eyes. “Listen, I’m here because you were clearly dying to go on a date with Sirius, but don’t ask me to flirt with James, I can’t do it.”

Percy grimaces. “I wasn’t dying to date Sirius! I — I just couldn’t bring myself to reject him, it was unexpected, you know? I didn’t know he wanted this...”

It’s a lie, of course. Percy knows this date was James’ idea, but she can’t tell Lily that!

Although she does wonder why James asked Sirius and her instead of Matthew and Emily, maybe they had to use the excuse of ‘first dates are always awkward so we had to bring our friends along’ and Gryffindor’s golden couple wouldn’t have been helpful considering they would’ve spent the whole day snogging in front of their mates.

In that case, it made sense it was her and Sirius, they had to pretend this was their first date and not James and Lily’s. Mostly because Lily didn’t even want to be there in the first place.

When the girls went back to their seats Percy found a piece of chocolate cake waiting for her on the table.

“Hey, I didn’t order this,” She says, eyeing the food with interest.

“I did,” replies Sirius casually. “I know it’s your favourite, and I know you get all whiny when you get hungry so I took the liberty to buy you lunch.”

Percy’s chest tightens with affection, she beams at him but briefly catches Lily’s taunting smile and quickly composes herself.

“That’s nice,” Percy looks around the table, “you guys want anything?”

“I’m not hungry,” James replies happily, he only has eyes for Lily. “What about you, Evans, you want anything? My treat!”

Lily’s face shows a hint of a smile, but she quickly covers it by looking away.

“No thank you, I can pay for my own stuff.”

James laughs lightheartedly. “What are you saying? Everyone knows girls don’t pay on the first date!”

Lily pales at the statement.

“That’s ridiculous! Don’t try to mess with me today, James, I’m not in the mood.”

“I’m just trying to be a gentleman!” James frowns. “Why do you always assume I’m trying to upset you?”

“Because everything is always a big joke to you,” Lily huffs. “I’m sorry, but until you grow up I won’t be able to treat you as anything more than a child.”

James stares at her in surprise, then his brows furrow and his eyes turn cold. It’s not a normal look on him, but Sirius has seen him like this before, whenever Snape insults him.

“Fine,” James replies shortly. “I get it — You don’t like me. Brilliant. Why didn’t you say so instead of coming all this way only to insult me?”

“I didn’t want to come! I’m here because Percy asked me to!”

James’ cheeks flush red.

“Well I’m sorry you got forced to spend your last weekend before Christmas with me! You’re free to go, I’m leaving,” James puts a galleon on the table and stands up, hastily pushing the chair away.

“Mate,” Sirius starts, but James raises a hand to silence him.

“It’s okay, Sirius,” He smiles at him, but it’s small, and it looks tired. “You can stay if you want, I think… I think I need to be alone.”

Lily watches him leave in shock. Percy speaks to her softly.

“Lily?”

Her friend lowers her head, and to her surprise, Percy watches as Lily blinks back a few tears.

“I’ll see you at dinner...”

She stands up as well, leaving the establishment. Percy and Sirius stare at each other.

“Well,” Percy starts. “That was awful.”

“Tell me about it,” Sirius leans back on his chair and runs a hand over his face. “I won’t hear the end of it tonight… James is going to be devastated! And of course, it’ll be my fault, the boys will find a way to blame this on me...”

“I know what you mean,” Percy rolls her eyes. “I don’t know why they always choose me to do this stuff, I’m the one who’s single and not in love! Emily’s the one who’s always talking about Matthew, Lily just needs to vent about her feelings for James and sometimes even Jenna starts acting all lovey when Marlene is near…”

“Matthew’s the same, always with that stupid smile and ogling at Emily, annoying as hell,” Sirius scoffs. “I wish we could go back to being kids when neither of them was drooling over each other…”

The pair delved into different topics as the hours went by, it was just the two of them, but it was the first time in a long while that they truly felt comfortable and at ease. Neither of them was spotted until Sirius entered the boys’ dormitory.

“Hey, you’re back,” Matthew says from his bed. “Where were you? James came back hours ago and he looked like he wanted to set himself on fire…”

“Oh — hi!” Sirius gives a start and quickly hides his face, turning his back to the boy. “I’m okay, I’m not the one who had a bad date — Nor a good date! I didn’t have a date.”

“Okay?” Matthew closes his book. “That’s not what I asked, though.”

“I was around,” Sirius shrugs. “How’s James, then? Where is he?”

“Think he’s gone to the secret passageway behind the old witch to cry his eyes out, people will probably think it’s a very loud ghost or something,” Remus replies from his own bed. “At least that’s what he said, dunno, he wasn’t making sense…”

“The date went bad, that’s what I understood,” Matthew says grimly. “What happened, Sirius?”

“I’m not sure,” He stands there trying to remember, “We were talking, and James wasn’t even acting that childish in my opinion, but Lily was determined to argue with him — in the end, I think James lost his patience and left.”

“He willingly walked away from Lily Evans?” Remus raises a brow. “Does this mean he’s moving on?”

“I wouldn’t call ‘hiding in the hidden passageway to cry’ moving on, would you?” Sirius snorts. “But maybe he will afterwards, who knows…”

“So Lily just stayed with you the whole time?”

“Oh no, she left as well, and she even cried a bit,” His smile fell. “It went downhill very quickly.”

“What did Persephone and you did afterwards, then? Because none of us saw you around?”

Sirius tenses and starts to undress without looking at any of them

“We just talked, I ordered food and we didn’t want to waste it…”

Remus and Matthew chuckle, Sirius looks over his shoulder at them.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” Remus smirks. “How was the food?”

“Good, I guess?” He frowns.

“Did you have fun?”

“Well, it’s Percy. I always have fun.”

Matthew laughs louder and Sirius grabs a pillow and throws it at him.

“What are you laughing at?”

“You had a date!”

“No!” He protests. “It wasn’t a real date! James forced us to go —”

“And you stayed after he and Lily left,” Remus continued. “Just the two of you.”

“Did you share the food?” Matthew smirks.

“Well, I only ordered her food so what else were we supposed to do?”

“You could’ve ordered a second plate?” Matthew offers with contained laughter.

“Sod off, you two!” Sirius groans. “It wasn’t a date, okay? We just talked and then — then we came back! Nothing happened!”

“That’s a bit rude,” Remus pouts mockingly. “You gave her food, least she could’ve done was giving you a hug!”

“Not even a goodnight kiss?”

“We didn’t kiss!” Sirius blushed uncontrollably, if it weren’t for the dim illumination of the room, the other two would’ve noticed right away. “Just leave it, will you? I’m going to look for James, if we don’t bring him back he’ll spend the whole night outside...”

“Alright, no need to be so moody,” Matthew replies. “We’re just teasing, you know we don’t actually believe you and Percy want to date…”

Sirius freezes at that. “You don’t?”

“Nah,” Remus shrugs. “Percy’s smarter than that.”

The boy looks even more insulted at that statement.

The next morning a battered-looking James is having breakfast when Lily Evans approaches carefully. She clears her throat and James looks at her sideways.

“I’m really not in the mood today, Evans, just let me eat in peace…”

“I don’t want to fight,” She replies a bit aggressively. “I mean — I came here to say I’m sorry.”

Remus, Matthew, and James all stop and stare at her. Behind her, Emily, Marlene and Jenna all stand in a circle of unity, encouraging Lily to continue.

“What I said yesterday was uncalled for and rude,” She takes a deep breath. “You were trying to be friendly and I didn’t give you a chance — Although you have to admit that given your prior attempts to be ‘friendly’ I had the right to be hesitant about you—”

Emily nudges her side and Lily stops abruptly, blushing a little. James takes the opportunity to speak.

“I want to fix all that,” He says. “I know I was a twat before but I promise I grew out of it — even Matthew says I’m getting better!”

“That’s true I did say that,” Matthew admits.

“I’m willing to give you a second chance, to be friends,” Lily puts extra emphasis on the last word. “Friends, you hear me? Just that.”

“I’ll take it,” James smiles. “I’m sorry for… well, everything.”

Lily stares at him intently one last time before nodding and walking away from the group of boys, the girls follow her, Emily stays behind just a second to kiss Matthew’s cheek and quickly catches up with the rest.

“Well,” Remus tries to hide a smirk. “That was unexpected.”

“I love her,” James states. “I’m going to marry her one day.”

“Sure, because nothing says friendship more than marriage,” Matthew jokes.

Sirius and Percy walk up to them just then, laughing quietly as they reach the table, the three boys stare at them and they stop.

“What?” Percy frowns. “Did we miss something?”

“I think you should ask that to Lily,” Remus taunts.

“What’s happening?”

“Sirius, my life’s about to change,” He replies dramatically.

“Congrats,” Sirius smiles at Percy as she leaves, the memory of their first kiss from last night invading his thoughts. “I feel the same way, mate.”

December 1980

Remus reads the letter Persephone sent him as he waits for his train to reach the station. He can’t help but feel eager at the thought of seeing his friends again after a year and a half without talking in-person to each other.

He’s had a busy life, Remus signed a contract to travel the world and write a book about the different ways the wizarding community deals with dark magic, so far the trip has been wonderful and successful, he’s met thousands of different people and places, but if he’s honest, he’s been homesick for a couple of months, he missed a bunch of important events and he’ll try to make up for it now that he’s on vacation.

Sometimes he forgets that his friends are all adults now, they have jobs and families. He’s single but he’s never really cared for it, his life is always interesting even without a romantic partner, and it’s not like he’s alone, today is the living proof of that.

Today he’s going home to meet the new members of his family.

“Remus!” Lily is the first to welcome him in with a big hug. “Oh my god, look at you! So handsome!”

Remus laughs. “Don’t let James hear you say that.”

“Oh, James is too distracted at the moment,” Lily grins. “Ever since July he only has eyes for —”

“Remus!” Persephone enters the room holding a plate with sandwiches and quickly puts them aside as she sees her old friend. “You’re tanned! Where have you been?”

“Everywhere!” Remus smiles. “México was my favourite no doubt, but you have to be careful with the food —”

“Mate!” James walks into the room. “Look at this!”

James holds up a baby with striking green eyes like Lily’s and thick dark hair.

“Dear, Merlin,” Remus drops his trunk in the middle of the living room and stops in front of James. “Is this Harry?”

“Yes,” Lily smiles lovingly. “Harry, this is uncle Remus!”

“Wait!” A voice comes from the hall. “We agreed we would show the babies at the same time, you prat!”

“Sorry, Matty,” James smirks. “Got excited.”

Matthew and Sirius walk into the room, both holding their own children.

“You really kept yourselves busy while I was gone, didn’t you?” Remus teases.

“Oh, hush,” Emily is the last to appear, she’s holding a half-empty bottle. “Just shut up and come meet them.”

“This is Mel,” Matthew smiles.

“And this is Perseus,” Sirius’ face glows with pride. “Isn’t he the most handsome baby you’ve ever seen? He’s all his mum.”

“Dunno, Sirius,” James frowns a bit, holding onto his son. “Harry’s cuter.”

The two men start discussing it and Remus laughs, the truth is that the three babies all look the same to him, but he’s too happy about being with his friends again that he doesn’t want to stop their argument.

“You know, now that you’re here is as good as any other moment,” Emily puts a hand on his shoulder to get his attention. “Matthew and I were wondering if you’d like to be Mel’s godfather?”

Matthew discretely moves away from James and Sirius and gets closer to him. Remus stares at the couple in surprise.

“Godfather?” He asks. “Are you sure?”

“You’re my best mate, Remus,” Matthew smiles. “I would trust you with my life, and even if it’s unlikely, I’d feel better if I know it’s you who’s going to be looking after my daughter.”

“And you’re okay with this, Mily?” Remus raises a brow.

“Hey, as I see it, the kids will grow up having a famous writer as their uncle, if anything, are you sure you want this?” Emily snorts. “We’re choosing you because you’ll be richer than us in no time, and we’re selfish.”

Remus smiles, he looks down at the baby and his hand reaches out to her.

“Can I hold her?”

Matthew happily obliges, he carefully gives him the baby and Remus holds her like it’s made of the finest glass. This is the smallest human he’s ever carried, Mel is barely five months old, but she looks at him as if she knew exactly who he was. A tiny hand moves up and gently touches his cheek, almost following the tiny scars Remus has gained during his adventures around the globe.

Mel is too tiny to look like any of her parents, but for some reason, the thought of her adopting any of his quirks warms his heart. He wants to see all of these kids grow, they’re extensions of his best friends, of course he wants to be their family!

“What d’you say, Mely?” Remus asks quietly. “Do you think I could be a good mentor?”

The baby doesn’t make a sound, just stares at him intently, Remus looks up at her parents and nods.

“Alright, but just so you know, I’m taking her side in every future argument that she may have with you.”

Sirius and James stop fighting after a while, they’re now showing off their babies to Remus, who has to take turns to hold each one. He loves them dearly already, and he can’t wait to see what kind of people they’ll grow up to be.

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orenonahaichigoda · 5 years

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About Me, and Some Things to Know About (Being Queer in) Japan

日本語でどうぞ。

とは言っても、より多くの人数が読めるように、以下を英語で書きます。

Se habla Español.

30s/trans male/California.

Grew up in Koube. Left in the early '90s for NYC. (Then left there because Giuliani ruined everything)

WHEN THE TRANS TALK STARTED IN JAPAN:

If I had stayed just a*little bit* longer, I probably would have learned that trans men exist, too, and so does hormone therapy. Activist-polititian Kamikawa Aya took her activism to NHK news spots shortly after I left. My grandparents listened to nothing else. (My dad was either NHK or Yomiuri, and I watched Asahi, the latter two not sure if they're national or only Oosaka-Koube broadcast region, but whatever) I mention this because it would be very easy for Ichigo to learn enough to figure it out before high school. And everyone's grandparents watch NHK, And a lot of parents, too. It's like BBC in Britain. PBS is the closest to an American analogue that exists, but the point is public advocacy for trans people became a thing in 1995, so it's not too hard to imagine someone born in the '80s would have enough information to figure it out early in life. Japan was a couple decades ahead of America on that.

FAIR NOTICE ABOUT MY SPANISH:

I'm mixed Japanese and Italian, I picked up Spanish to communicate with my new friends when I came to America. It's not native or anything, no relatives spoke it, and do expect some mixed words from different dialects.

Si estamos escribiendo en Español y se confunden mis palabras, siempre me puede pedir. Por ejemplo, ya sé que la palabra "la bodega" significa cosas diferentes entre Español Puertorriqueño y Español Mexicano.

PAIRING THREADS:

I'm essentially aroace. That doesn't mean I'm not totally down for *well-thought-out* ships. That's not my sole purpose here, but I do welcome it. Well-thought-out is the qualifier, though. And I don't get anything out of PWP, either. I'm only writing all this because I know a fair amount of RP strays into X rated. Shipping, yes, PWP, no.

ETERNAL DISCLAIMER:

My info about Japan varies, but a lot of it may be out of date. I was kinda cut off after leaving until I came to CA, and now more connected with the Web, but anything I say can carry the risk of being up to a few decades out of date.

BEING TRANS IN THE JAPANESE SPEAKING WORLD:

That being said, I can definitely say that while berserko right-wingers, who tend not to leave Japan, as trump voters tend not to leave the US, might be different, know when writing with me that being trans tends not to be a big deal among Japanese people. Now, IN Japan, yes, you'll have to deal with the right-wing Japanese, and in school, kids will pick on each other for anything--kids will pick for someone not liking the "right" bands, but among more progressive Japanese, like the Shin-Issei that I've been around since coming out, telling someone you're trans is not gonna cause fire to rain down on your head. It's gonna be the conservative/regressive bunch that'll be misgendering and all that. Trans kids will get bullied, there will be some also coming from conservative adults, but it doesn't make sense when writers juxtapose 1980s America on Japan.

HOMOPHOBIA AND "YAOI"/"YURI":

Which reminds me, you all have probably seen a lot of "yaoi." Here's the thing: it's gay fetish for straight consumption. Why do you think one guy is always "manly" and the other's "womanly"? It's a homophobic genre. "Yuri" is used for both that kind of thing and actual stuff by and for lesbians, but it's exactly like all those straight men googling"lesbian porn" on RedTube. To this extent, I'd probably need an extra amount of back and forth for shipping with a male character of a female mun. I'm not gonna rule it out, but I'm gonna be a little picky there. Not so much with any other gender. Most NB people I've met tend to really get this kind of thing, although it's a small number that I've met.

ABSOLUTE RULE:

Also, if you wanna play in Japanese, こうして日本語で書くんだ。*全部を* If you can't do that, write in English or Spanish. I've gotten my face punched in for legit broken English. It's not a "cute aesthetic uwu."

HOMOPHOBIA IN JAPAN:

There's a lot of... homophobia came with Admiral Perry for the most part, and it's...gay is not called evil or anything, but it's also difficult to actually *walk down the street holding hands with another man.* I can't speak on it too much, because I only started dating until after high school when I was already here. It's definitely not Regan's America, but it's also not free of homophobia. Unfortunately, I can't quite say how it is.

OTHER ABSOLUTE RULE:

But I also...it really grates my nerves when I see m/m shipping fic throwing around the word "sin" like it's the best thing ever to call queer people. It's not. It's the worst thing ever.

JAPANESE GEOGRAPHY/"KARAKURA TOWN":

One thing that non-Japanese speaking fans of Bleach always miss is what a town is in Japan. So, let's set this up with one a bit south of where I lived that has "town" in its name. Ninomiya Town is in Central Ward of Koube City, which is in Hyougo Province, which is in Japan. There're more divisions, but those are the ones you need to send a letter. It's kinda like how Compton and Wilmington are both in Los Angeles, as in part of the city. Karakura is an imaginary town in Tokyo. I'd say it's like having an American comic set in a place called Lawndale, except THERE IS ACTUALLY A TOWN CALLED THAT. It's one of L.A.'s suburban nearby towns.

NOT A RULE, BUT SOMETHING I DO ASK:

Some RPers really love to abuse the format buttons. I can't read stuff that looks like House of Leaves. Please don't do that with me, even if you do it with others.

Sum:

My life has not been easy. I've actually outlined two big triggers I run into a lot in this fandom (they send me into a rage): the "garnish human default English with exotic Japanese" (which is also bad writing. Look at Edgar Allan Poe. Murders in the Rue Morgue is really terrible writing in many ways, and random French thrown in is one of them) and the "hot sexy sinful gay." I'm also not sure I can handle running Ichigo through a transphobic scenario. Beyond that, I don't think I really have anything that will get my blood pressure up and you instantly blocked. I urge you to also share yours with me and others you play with.

DON'T PANIC WHEN I DON'T IMMEDIATELY REPLY. IT PROBABLY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU:

Finally, I work on-call. Sometimes, I have eight days off in a row. Sometimes, I'm heading back from getting groceries, and my boss is asking if I can be in the next city over in seven minutes and work graveyard for the next eight days. When I'm at home, I have no kids, partner, roommate, or even pet goldfish. As long as writer's block stays away, I have no impediments to replying. When I find myself with long stretches of work-sleep-work, I'll be sure you know I'm gonna take time to reply. If I find myself suddenly called in, I won't be able to do it same day. If I'm having trouble proceeding the plot, I'll bounce ideas off you. Generally, you'll know what's up by the next day at latest. So don't freak out if I don't reply pronto. I'm kind of a desk jockey sort of, but in social work with severely physically ill people, so it's not exactly a job I can just be looking at the Web during. Lots of emergencies. I don't approve of goofing off at work anyway, but I do always need to have an ear out. (And I already only have one functioning one!)

"YOU LOOK FAMILIAR":

Blog username means "My name is Ichigo." It was the only thing I could think of that named it for its purpose. I've rp'd before, but that blog was attached to other ones where I drew the ire of trolls, or that shared permissions with people who turned out to be very bad people. I didn't have a whole lot on my rp blog, wasn't terribly active, so I decided to start fresh.

Feel free to ask questions!

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ssj4 · 6 years

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Sorry to bother you, but I keep seeing posts about a future Goten AU and I keep getting really curious! However, when I try to find links to anything about it I end up at some abandoned URLs.

SECOND TIME TRYING TO ANSWER THIS CAUSE MY IDIOT ASS FORGOT I HAD ONE TYPED OUT AND CLOSED EVERYTHING :)

some disclaimers im getting most of this from an old draft i had written about the au, i havent watched the specific scenes in dbz and dbs that these are based on in well over 2+ years so i dont remember the timeline of events that well so im sorry if some of it just straight up doesnt make sense lol

this whole thing did start out as an excuse to replace the romantic scenes with mai in dbs with goten actually so the truten themes are pretty significant but that aside future goten is a very good boy with a much different personality and outlook on things… much like how future trunks is compared to his main timeline counterpart :3c the whole thing was developed by me and my gf together and we never rly posted too much about it and the broken links you did end up finding were probably from like the one or two times we did but here u go im glad u asked

I HOPE THE READ MORE LINK WORKS ON MOBILE IF NOT IM SORRY

the big change is it starts out with chi chi getting pregnant before goku dies of heart disease or whatever in the android saga instead of the cell saga, so even after he dies in that timeline she still has their 2nd son and he grows up in the future timeline with trunks.

when they were kids (like 10-15) goten was stronger than trunks just bc gohan and chi chi were there to teach him just a little bit. trunks and goten sparred a lot though so he was able to keep up but never really passed him. (that part isnt really important but i figured it was a nice detail that made sense)

thats when history of trunks comes into play, and they both get really serious about gohan training them. the scene in the movie where gohan knocks trunks out before flying off and getting killed is the same except now he just knocks out 2 kids instead of 1 i guess.

i feel i gotta add that this au was created when the future trunks arc in dbs was airing, and mai was introduced as his love interest, and honestly in my opinion the scenes were written really well but i just wasnt digging the fact that before she was granted a younger appearance she was already middle aged, like she was old enough to be his mom if that makes sense. so it really isnt a dig on mai at all cause i love her and id die for her its just the romantic plot that i didnt like. so when that was airing i thought “WELL what if that was someone else”

she’s still with them though in this timeline and she still has her younger appearance!

the future timeline is still progressing the same as it did in canon, the androids still wrecked the place and no one was strong enough to do much about it so trunks is still set up with a time machine to meet with the other timeline. goten stays back and does his best to protect everyone while hes gone just in case

some stuff happens in between here but skip ahead to trunks coming back from the trip after the cell games i guess! lots of stuff happened obviously like trunks literally dying, spending years in the time chamber with his dad, meeting a whole gaggle of clowns that he’d only heard stories about, seeing gohan as a preteen. hes got a lot of stuff to share!!! now hes back and he can take care of the androids + cell + and goten can catch up and lifes pretty good over there! 😇

during the rebuilding period goten would spend a lot of time with chi-chi and ox-king and still slept over there occasionally which she really appreciated, and he invited trunks and bulma over there with him frequently.

despite this he wasnt present when she died as no one really expected goku black to wipe out the landscape so far from the city, but she and ox-king died along with more than half of the population. (ugh god im so sorry queen i love you😓)

as i said before mai is still here and she’s still the leader of the resistance!

events of future bulmas death is the same as well as mai originally intending to go with trunks when they meet up together in an abandoned building. goten is already there as the three of them rest up a bit and start making their way to capsule corp. goten was planning on staying behind anyways but he wanted to see the two of them off. when goku black interrupts them as they arrive, trunks and goten encourage mai to escape, seeing as she only has a gun and everyone already knows bullets arent gonna work.

this scene is the same as it was in canon, where trunks tries to rush black but gets beaten quickly. mai trying to buy him time to let him escape is replaced with goten actually fighting him and taking a hit for trunks but getting knocked out as mai did. trunks under extreme stress from already losing his mom today assumes hes dead instantly, (he has dumb bitch disease, he didnt even check for a pulse in canon!🤔) and fires a masenko to escape into capsule on his own

after trunks pops back in time and black is focused on searching for him, mai sneaks back in to retrieve goten (even though they told her to leave she really just ducked behind some rubble and stayed close, because she wasnt just gonna leave them!)

she takes him back to an underground bunker with other members of earths resistance and when he wakes up she tells him that trunks made it to the time machine and that hes presumably in the other timeline now.

idk if yall remember it well but i rewatched some of the episodes just for this, and trunks in the main timeline believing goten was killed and mai is alone and he wont be able to get back is so sad. and when he spent that day with gohan and his family and cried thinking about how if black hadn’t have shown up, he couldve had a family too… he doesnt deserve to be this sad 😥

skip to when he’s finally able to get back home with goku and vegeta with him and they make their way to the bunker where he sees mai and goten together! the scene in canon where he rushes over and starts spilling his heart out is the same, with him telling goten he thought he died

they get a really sweet hug moment here when theyre both happy to see the other is still safe and it gives both goku and vegeta some Food For Thought, because goku actually didnt know there was a goten in this timeline, and he doesnt really recognize him at first. vegeta has the idea in his head that this is probably goten.

goten never really had any sort of real attachment to his dad. it makes sense hes never met him, hes only ever really heard about him through others, (his mom, his brother, trunks, and probably bulma has mentioned him as well) so he definitely knows OF him its just that, he doesnt know him. so when he sees the real goku standing there for once a lot of thoughts run though his mind, like, “that looks A LOT like goku black!” “thats definitely my old hairstyle” and “holy shit is that my dad?” but the first thing he actually says out loud is “Holy shit its goku orange” and vegeta really almost loses it because cause any doubt in his mind about this kid being related to kakarot just went right out the window cause only someone related to him would say that

and as you probably know a lot happens after that with them all finding a way to defeat zamasu but i dont want to include all of the rest when you can probably just interpret which scenes were changed

ANYWAYS now instead of trunks surviving the apocalypse its trunks and goten surviving the apocalypse. thats why its not a really super romantic deal like Who has time for dates when goku black Might possibly be hiding in this abandoned olive garden?? so theyre just very close and privately affectionate

the ending where trunks and mai get to live in a new world with their counterparts is the same except gotens there with them of course, dbs left their ending pretty open

so that takes care of the story changes, heres some additional details and information on gotens character in this au!

heres his design, drawn by my girlfriend @ssj2 uwu !!

he kept his natural hairstyle for a while, but i think he changed it sometime during the rebuilding period after the androids and just let it grow out a bunch. up until then he kept his natural style purely to honor the guy he’s heard so fondly of even if it brought him a lot of mixed feelings when people said he looks just like him. a really distinct feature about his new hairstyle is that the spikes look like horns and i love that a lot !!

and the shawl he wears was the same one chi chi wore

some personality traits for future goten is that he has a habit of bottling up his negative emotions and has trouble taking care of himself, as hes always more focused on the well being of his loved ones. he can be mischievous and cocky but hes not overconfident (or he hasnt been since gohans death) however in some situations he can be charismatic and assertive which works really well imowhen their timeline is erased and theyre temporarily in the main timeline, goten gets to meet a bunch of people like gohan and his family, chi chi, and even his counterpart

sorry if this post was messy i wasnt really sure how i wanted to make it look and im kinda bad at dumping information out so if any of its confusing just redirect me to it and ill try again gdjfksjdgsfk 😭❤

hmmm anyways thank u for reading!! its an au we made years ago and we love a lot and i hope u do too! be nice pls!! and send asks about it if you’d like cause its fun to think about!

#future goten au #goten #trunks #truten #i GUESS. im shy #long post #made an edit cause i rewatched the android saga a few days ago and i forgot trunks fucking died lol #tumblr stop deleting my tags challenge

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milkandhoneyoongi · 6 years

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he is sick (bts reaction)

request: (1/2) i've read through your blog and dear lord your writings are so amazing. i especially love when you write an angst or a fighting scene, they're just so on point and heartbreaking and beautiful all the same. i'd like to drop in a request if you don't mind?

(2/2) i've seen everywhere imagines where the significant other is sick and the boys are taking care of him/her, so how about the other way around: the boys are ill and their s/o taking care of them? i was thinking of a reaction post (like the one where the s/o has a nightmare dAmMIT that was so well-written) but if you don't feel like it, write only for yoongi is totally fine! thank you so much, please keep on writing!

a/n: sis….i deliver. and by deliver i mean do the request but do it so poorly im sorry sjdfkljk also literally thank u so much i almsot cried reading your message lmaooo i love u uwu

you can always send me a request here and view my old imagines here

genre: angsty and fluffy at the same time

word count: 1,661 words

warnings: vomit mention

seokjin

You were so used to Jin taking care of everyone. He was really like a mother, and a great one at that, always tending to everyone else’s needs before his own, but this rarely resulted in him forgetting to take care of himself.

So when you awoke one night to find his side of the bed empty and the bathroom door shut, rays of light sneaking through the crack by the floor, you were confused. It took a keen sense of hearing to observe the quiet pants on the other side, but the sound that followed, that of retching, could have probably woken up most.

“Jinnie?” You murmured, getting out of bed and making your way to the bathroom. “You okay, sweetheart?” You tapped on the door lightly before opening it, frowning at the sight of your boyfriend keeled over the toilet bowl, forehead slick with sweat.

“Go back to bed,” he murmured, gazing up at you with a lazy stare.

“Jagi,” you frowned, kneeling down beside him and pressing the back of your hand to his forehead. “I’m going to get you some panadol,” you mumbled, rushing to the kitchen to get him a few pills and a glass of water, making your way back to his side. “Please take this,” you pleaded, knowing if you didn’t he’d turn you away.

“Jagiya,” he sighed, resting his head against his forearm. “I can take care of myself.”

“But you don’t have to,” you frowned, resting your chin on top of his head, smiling sadly as he melted into your embrace, face tucked into your neck as you pressed soft kisses to his hair. “I’ve got you, my love. We’re going to get you better.”

yoongi

You got home from work rather early, expecting to be able to prepare a meal for Yoongi before he got home from work, gearing up to surprise him. It was, whoever, who got the surprise of seeing your boyfriend laying on the couch wrapped in a blanket. In his sleep he sniffled quietly and you resisted the urge to find his state adorable.

You went off to the kitchen, making a quick change of dinner plans from his favorite to porridge. It was something that was always made for you when you were ill and so you decided to pass on the act to Yoongi.

He awoke close to half an hour after you got home, the scent of porridge now filling the house. He smiled sleepily, trudging into the kitchen and feeling himself well with joy at the sight of you.

“Hey sweetheart,” you murmured softly, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around him. “How are you feeling?”

“How did you even know I was sick?” He mumbled, eyebrows coming together.

“You were home early and you were sniffling,” you spoke pointedly, “I put two and two together.”

“What are you making?” He looked over your shoulder to the stove, a satisfied grin washing over his features. “I love porridge.”

“I figured you should eat nothing else when you’re sick,” you pecked a kiss to the tip of his nose and found yourself pleased by the happy look on his face. “I’ll take good care of you, Yoongi-ah. Always will.”

hoseok

When Hoseok was sick, you knew. Everyone in a ten kilometer radius knew. You had gotten out of class that day, observing the several calls and texts from almost every member saying that Hobi wasn’t feeling well and to be prepared. You quickly gave him a call, wanting to gauge how he was doing before you got home.

“Jagiya?” You could tell in his voice he was not exaggerating his sickness and that he was, in fact, not feeling well at all. His voice was strained as though he had been coughing and you could hear the frown in his words.

“Hey, honey, how are you feeling?” You cooed into the phone, feeling bad that you weren’t with him at the moment.

“Not my best.” You could picture his sweet pout and felt yourself doing the same at the prospect. “I think I’m coming down with something.”

“Did you get your flu shot this year?” You questioned, wanting to figure out what you’d need to buy for him at the store. You heard him sigh.

“I forgot.”

You nearly grinned at his dilemma, making a beeline to the nearest pharmacy to pick up some panadol and some tissues. “What’s your fever at the moment?”

“38 degrees.” You winced.

“Hobi, that’s really high,” your concern was evident in your tone. “I’m stopping to get you some things at the store is there anything you want?”

“Just you,” he mumbled happily and you grinned.

“I’m on my way.”

namjoon

Namjoon hated being sick. You knew that your boyfriend carried the weight of the world on his shoulders already, and when his body struggled to hold itself up everything else would topple too. That’s why it broke your heart when he came home early on your day off, cleary groggy. You had noticed that morning that he wasn’t himself, but if he wasn’t himself then, you didn’t recognize the man that walked through the doors that afternoon.

“Oh Joonie-ah,” you tutted walking forward to envelop him in your arms.

“I don’t want you getting sick, jagi,” he murmured, gently pushing you away and brushing past you as he left to shower. You frowned, not wanting him to ever have to go through anything alone, quickly making your way to the kitchen to make him something warm to eat, lighting a few candles to make the atmosphere cozier for him. He came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, towel drying his hair. He wore just a pair of sweatpants and came into the kitchen with a sigh.

He smiled to himself at the sight of a plate with some pills he should take to feel better and a tall glass of water. You leaned against the counter on the other side of the kitchen, donning a mask playfully.

“You won’t have me getting sick, and I won’t have you being sick alone. Compromise,” you grinned, placing a bowl of porridge in front of him. You sat across from him at the table, smiling down to him.

He chuckled and sighed, gesturing to the seat next to him with his head as he downed the water and the medicine. “You idiot just come over here.”

jimin

You knew Jimin was sick the moment you woke up because he pulled you too tight to his chest. He let out small whimpers in his sleep, and you could feel his warm forehead against the back of your neck.

“Jiminie,” you frowned, shaking his shoulders gently. “Jiminie, honey. Let’s get you some medicine before you light the bed on fire.” You got out of bed, toes touching the cold wood floors.

“Jagi,” he whined rom the bedroom, “Come back to bed. I’m cold.”

“You need medicine!” You cooed from the kitchen, rifling through the cabinets to get what you knew he needed, running back to the bedroom and placing them into his hand. “Go on. You can cuddle after you take those.” He groaned, swallowing the pills like you asked before opening his arms wide for your embrace.

“You promised,” he teased, pulling you into his chest with a tight grip around your shoulders. “I took your medicine now you give me mine.”

taehyung

From Namjoon: Please let me know when Taehyung has gotten home safely.

You felt yourself sigh at the knowledge that if he was being sent home it was because he was really sick. You wondered if he was walking or taking a cab, hoping it was the latter as you wanted to be sure he was safe. A relieved grin spread across your face as you heard the door open and close, shooting Namjoon a quick text that he had gotten home and going to greet your boyfriend at the door.

His nose and cheeks were beet red, a tired glint in his eye as he slipped out of his shoes and went to pull you into his arms. You allowed yourself to melt into his embrace, not knowing what to say.

“They made me leave,” he murmured.

“I know,” you responded simply. “Namjoon let me know you were on your way.”

“I just need to get better,” he shook his head angrily. “I can’t be sick. Comeback is coming.”

“I know, honey,” you pressed a kiss to his warm forehead, rubbing your hand in soft circles against his back. “We’re gonna get you better.”

jungkook

You had decided to stop by the studio on your way home from work to drop off a few things for Jungkook, just some snacks and maybe a kiss to get him through the rest of his practice.

“Y/N!” You turned to see Jin sighing with relief. “Good, can you bring Jungkook home?” You cocked your head to the side in confusion. “He won’t leave, but he can barely stand.”

You felt yourself freeze up, following him to where Jungkook sat, leaning against the wall with his head in his hands. “Kookie-ah,” you let out a breath, sliding down the wall to sit next to him. “What’s up?”

“I’m okay,” he moaned, shaking his head to wake himself up and trying to stand.

“Jagi, don’t do that. We’re gonna go home, okay?” You tapped his arm and aided him in standing. “I was on my way anyway. You can tap out early. You need to get better and staying when you don’t feel well will only make it worse.”

The other boys groaned as he nodded. “We’ve been saying that!” Jin exclaimed.

“Don’t listen to them, jagi, we’re gonna get you home now,” you patted his back, grabbing his stuff off the couch for him and walking him out the door, giving the boys a soft wave and a smile as you brought Jungkook home to get better.

#bts #bts scenario #bts reaction #bts angst

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peachymilkis · 6 years

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NURSE!JIN HOGWARTS AU

- fluff with the tiniest teeny tinest amount of angst

- roughly 2.5K words

-pls enjoy

this is my first one and im starting with ma boy jin cuz im going in age order

pls don’t judge me im new to bullet scenarios

anyway lets get on with it

okay so basically kim seokjin was a star gryffindor whilst he was in hogwarts

perfect grades

head prefect

everyone loved him

and he loved his school

he was always interested in nursing

mostly because his six best friends always ended up in madam pomfreys hospital wing thanks to their rambunctious adventures

so after graduating and two years of training seokjin went on to become a nurse at hogwarts

madam pomfrey absolutely adored him

one day after tending to a first year ravenclaw had accidentally fallen off of their broom and sprained their ankle madam pomfrey called seokjin to her office

“is something the matter?” the young man asked the head nurse in a questioning tone

He was rarely ever called to her office so he became worried if he had accidentally done something wrong

“you know, my dear boy, im just getting too old for this job. i think its time for me to retire.”

seokjins facial features visibly sulked

“no what do you mean? whos gonna be head nurse now? nobodys better than you! youre the best nurse in all of wizarding history you cant just leave!”

poor boy pleaded with his heart

madam pomfrey had become like a mother to him so it did make her sad to leave but the poor thing was too tired to go on

“actually that’s what I want to talk to you about. I really would like it if you became the head nurse”

ma boys jaw dropped to the floor

“me? head nurse?”

what?????

“yes you!”

and like that seokjin was appointed as the new head nurse of hogwarts

news spread like a wildfire all over the school

of course how could it not spread when every student was head over heels with the beautiful wizard

so much so that students would feign injuries just for the chance to be up close and personal with him

now this is where you come in

you were in your final year at hogwarts

ready to graduate and get out of there to get on with your life

obviously you too have heard of the ethereal nurse and the news of him becoming head nurse

you were only two years younger than him so you had had him in a few of your classes when he was still a student himself

you seldom spoke with im but you spoke with him enough to know how naturally flirty he is without even trying

when you two were paired he would always manage to send you a wink or blow you a kiss

you always thought he was weird but that may or may not have been you denying the fluttering of your heart every time he did that

then again you saw it do it to his friends all the time so you quickly got rid of any feelings you may have felt for him

when he graduated you thought that you finally wouldn’t have to deal with seeing with him

even though it did make you a little sad to see him go

but HA you were so wrong

you would sometimes catch him in the hallways

one time he looked back at you and you could’ve sworn he sent you a little eye wink

you quickly walked away and dismissed the thought

one day your in the great hall eating breakfast with you best friend

fifth year ravenclaw jeon jungkook

he also happened to be one of the six best friends of kim seokjin that were earlier mentioned

“i swear i thought he winked at me earlier but its so absurd so im sure im seeing things now.”

you exclaimed to the ravenclaw

he looked at you with this knowing look that you were completely oblivious to

“who knows y/n maybe he likes you or something”

you felt a blush creeping up your neck

“yea right. even if he did wink at me, he winks and blows kisses at other people all the time.”

you scoffed

theres no way he would ever have feelings for you

but the thought still lingered in your mind

Jungkook managed to notice the blush creeping onto your cheeks and smirked

your best friend may or may not have started plotting something

a few days later whilst you and jungkook were walking to lunch

two oddly cheery six years named park jimin and kin taehyung ran towards you two

“y/n jungkook we have to visit hagrid right now!”

jimin grabbed onto your arm and like that all of you ran off to visit hagrids little hut

you were confused but knew better to question the hyper boys who also happened to be your best friends

taehyung knocked hard on hagrids door until hagrid finally opened it

“ey slow down there buddy.”

“hagrid we heard you got a pet dragon!” the hyper hufflepuff yelled

hagrid quickly shushed him and pushed us all inside his hut

“who now told you? it was meant to be a secret!”

“i found out actually! i caught you at diagon alley

said jimin the proud slytherin

hagrid let out of sigh of relief

“at least it was only you who saw.”

“can we see him!?” jungkook asked excitedly

“oh why not?”

hagrid gave in after seeing four puppy faces staring back at him with hope in their eyes

he took out his baby pet dragon

you reached out to pet it but guess what

he got scared and bit you

you yelped and brought your pointer finger to your chest

you looked at the bite mark

“y/n are you okay!?”

“oh no what do we do!?”

“bad Herbert!”

the voices started fading away

oh no youre fainting

well fuck

everything went black

now back to ma boy seokjin

he was having a pretty calm day

no one was in the hospital wing at the moment

but then all of a sudden in come running three male students along with a hagrid and a girl in his arms

“jin hyung we need help ASAP!”

“hyung y/n fainted after being bitten by a baby dragon!”

at the sound of your named jin quickly got to work

“lay her down here ill take care of the rest.”

you pushed everyone out of the hospital wing and focused on getting you all better

a few hours later you opened your eyes

you looked around and realized you were in the hospital wing

you remembered what happened before fainting

“damn Herbert.” you muttered to yourself

you heard a chuckle causing you to jump out of shock

you looked over and realized that you were not alone in the room

jin had actually been sitting on the chair beside the bed

no he hadn’t been watching you while you were sleeping

what???

that would be totally preposterous

lmao he was totally watching you

for a good hour

not in a creepy way tho

your cheeks reddened when you realized how close he was so you quickly sat up

“are you feeling better y/n?”

you nodded still not making eye contact with him

“yeah kind of. my finger still really hurts though.”

jin nodded and got up from his seat

“well the good news is that i managed to get the venom out of your finger. the bad news is you cant do anything with that hand and i have to make sure its all good so you have to stay here for at least three days to recover.”

THREE DAYS?!?!

“what!? three days!?”

theres no way you would survive being alone with jin for the next three days

may i also include that it is friday and those days there are rarely any students that come for injuries

jin laughed this weird windshield wiper laugh that you found oddly cute

“is it that bad spending three days with me?”

YES

“no its just.. you know, it’s the weekend and all..”

you quickly made up a lie

“don’t worry y/n. i will make the next three days as fun as possible for you.”

he gave you this smile with a cheeky little wink that had your heart pounding against you chest

oh lord were you in for a treat

day 1

you were awoken to an entire cart of candy beside you

“mister kim what is all this?”

“ew mister kim sounds weird just call me jin.”

“but anyway. these candies were sent to you from jimin, taehyung, jungkook, and me!”

a big UWU

you smiled happily and excitedly

“aw my best friends are so swee- wait you too?”

jin chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck

damn he looked good

wait what

“well yea, theyre my best friends too so basically that makes us best friends by assotciation!”

another big UWU

your cheeks reddened and you let out a shy smile

“well thank you.”

jins nervous smile quickly transformed into a relieved smile and he started walking away

you don’t know what came over you but

“would you like to join me? these are too many for me to eat on my own and i don’t really like eating by myself. i could use the company.”

you stared at him hopeful

his heart started pounding with delight

“yes of course!”

and basically the rest of the day was spent with you two talking and getting to know each other and eating all the delicious and mysterious snacks that were gifted to you

day 2

jin had woken up extra early with a happier smile and a skip to his step

he walked into the hospital wing and saw you still fast asleep

he walked over to you and brought the blanket over your shoulder as it was a little chillier today

he watched over you for another few minutes with a fond smile on his face before getting back to work

you had been awake for a bit before jin walked in but you freaked out so you pretended to be asleep

so basically you witnessed what happened

your face was so red it’s a surprise jin didn’t notice lol

you wondered throughout the day why your evil best friends hadn’t even bothered to visit you

you definitely didn’t start planning a kill list

later that day you really needed to pee so you got up to go to the bathroom

you started turning the corner when

BAM!

smack dab into jins chest

his first reaction was to gab you before you fell back

so basically you were against his chest with his strong arms holding you tightly to his body

you both stayed like that for a few seconds before you both made eye contact

quickly you both jumped back and started coughing awkwardly and looking anywhere but at each other

“i uh, gotta pee bye!”

you ran to the bathroom faster than a snitch

you slammed your back against the stall door and clutched onto your chest where your heart is

jin stayed still as a rock after you ran off

his face was stuck with the biggest grin that not even any medicine or potion could wipe off

he could still feel your body against his

you could still feel his body wrapped around yours

it felt right

obviously you pushed your feelings back

you fervently avoided jin for the rest of the day

it wasn’t easy but you managed

jin on the other hand wanted to talk to you so badly

he realized he would give you your space though

neither of you could sleep that night

day 3

jin managed to get a good three hours of sleep that night

he would’ve slept in lowkey if he wasn’t determined to talk to you

you on the other hand ended up falling asleep at around 7 in the morning

jin practically ran into the hospital wing at 8 in the morning to find you still sleeping

you ended up sleeping until 3 in the afternoon

you were awoken by jin when he was checking in on your finger

immediately you sat up

you looked up at jin and immediately regretted it

both of you froze again

jin looking down at you with his hand around your tiny wrist

you, sat up on the bed staring into his eyes that were basically traps

your faces were mere inches apart

“y/n”

the way he said that had chills running down your spine

it was just so breathy and his voice was lowered and it was just uGH

you then coughed and immediately looked away

jin sighed and slowly reached his hand under your chin

he carefully and cautiously turned your face to him

without a word he delicately planted his lips onto yours

your eyes opened wide as his closed into the kiss

after a second or two your eyes closed as well and you reciprocated the kiss

he pulled away and looked into your eyes

“y/n i have to tell you something.”

you were still in shock of the kiss but his sentenced immediately brought you back

you turned your face and coughed, trying to remember how to breathe cuz apparently you forgot

“y-yeah what is it?”

you tried sounding as normal as possible

you failed

“i like you.”

your jaw dropped

“huh?”

“i know its really sudden but i really like you and i have for the past four years.”

“wait what? am i being pranked? theres no way. you were always so popular and come on you were a Gryffindor and you were always so flirty with everyone and-“

jin cut you off by laughing

you stared at him dumbfounded

“why are you laughing!?”

“y/n i was never flirty with anyone that wasn’t you, or my six other best friends, who are all male. i know you never noticed but i loved sending you winks and kissy faces because seeing your face redden and run away was just so cute. but i never confessed while i was still a student here. i was a coward.”

you finally eased and let out a chuckle yourself

“wow a cowardly gryffindor. who would’ve thought.”

jin let out a laugh as well and scratched the back of his neck

a nervous habit of his, you’ve noticed

“anyway, is there any way you could give this coward a chance as your boyfriend?”

your heart was beating hard as you smiled shyly

“after you let go of my wrist though.”

jin looked down and realized he had been holding on the your wrist this entire time

he blushed and let go

“oops.”

what a cutie!!

“wait im getting a chance!?”

you nodded and he smushed you in between his arms

once again

it felt right

you were both startled when you heard the doors slam open and in come three boys clapping and holding a big cake that read

‘CONGRATULATIONS ON FINALLY DATING (took you long enough)’

which resulted in jin letting go of the hug and chasing after them

as jin was chasing taehyung and jimin, jungkook ran over to you and gave you a big hug

“so i see my plan worked!”

you pushed him off of you and glared at him

“what plan?”

“my plan to get you into the hospital wing ofc!”

“so you all got me bit by a baby dragon!?!”

oops

and with that jungkook runs away as well

“JEON JUNGKOOK COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!”

and like that had your life become even more eventful

ughhhhh idk how i feel about this but pls give me some feedback and might post a namjoon one next depending on how i feel lol thanks for reading

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