#so I won that one LOL. I swear I could be caught walking around with a cane

[7ulpix]

Bodyguard AU (COD x F!Reader) P1: Ghost + Price

☕️ word count: 558

☕️ paring: Ghost/Simon Riley • Reader • John Price

☕️ warnings: age gap (reader is somewhere in college 23-27), swearing

☕️ author's note: thank y'all for helping me choose!!! separating them into parts.......reader is kinda moody ngl ☹️💔

☕️ request? kinda?? It won the poll lol

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After being hired by your father to protect you, John Price and Simon Riley do everything in their power to keep you safe. The only problem being, trouble follows you everywhere.

Ghost/Simon Riley + John Price

Ghost and Price was used to protecting civilians, and then there was........you. The so-called "angel" by your father. They had been hired to protect from harm's way, but it seemed harm was always nearby with you around. This "angel" definitely had the face of one, but by God's was she snarky and confident.

You constantly got into agruements with Ghost after being caught trying to sneak out of your apartment to parties. These agruements didn't last long, Ghost not willing to hear you out, or whatever lame excuses you came up with. It always resulted in him throwing you over his shoulder and ending up back in your apartment. You would usually get the same scoldings from Price and the threat of telling your father about these incidents. That instantly shut you up, knowing what could possibly happen if your father knew you disobeyed him.

Once, he had even taken away your poor puppy, Honey. He obviously made sure the puppy was taken well care of, but told you he was most likely going to sell it if you didn't stop (trying) sneaking out to parties and events. You hadn't talked to Ghost or Price for 2 weeks straight until you got your puppy back.

Most weekends were spent at the mall or running small errands, either 1 or both of your bodyguards tailing you. You almost never held your own bags, Ghost automatically taking them out of your hands. The first time he tried doing that without telling you, you proceeded to beat the hell out of him with your purse, thinking he was a thief trying to steal it.

Most times, with Price were mindless small talk over quiet morning walks to Campus. Price was usually with you in the early mornings and would switch with Ghost later in the day.

You would come home and play with your puppy before getting to studying. Your puppy seemed to adore Price and Ghost more than you at times (abid to your jealousy lol). Even though Ghost wouldn't admit it in his lifetime, he took very good care of the small thing when you weren't there. The puppy bowls were filled to the brim with water and food, and new toys you hadn't brought being obvious.

Price would play with the little guy, teaching it little tricks here and there, to see your surprise when your puppy actually obeyed you. When you were allowed to go to parties, it would be mostly parties your father forced you to attend. Boring fancy rich people parties where you either stood or sat around, making little to no actual good conversations. Price cracking a joke here and then to see your pretty smile, and Ghost holding your coat/jacket. At the end of the night, when Price carried you to the black SUV because your legs were too tired, Ghost would carry your high heels.

It wasn't often when someone actually came after you, trying to cause harm. Your two bodyguards did their job swiftly, showing a lack of restrain.

"Yer' wanna explain just what the bloody hell yer' doing?" Simon hissed.

".......I was just making sure the lady up there was alright."

The "lady" was you who was currently walking your puppy though the park. The sun was going down by now, and the park had cleared out by now.

[goldentigerfestival]

So fun fact I learned (recently, unfortunately LOL) is that if you have the game on Steam, you can actually change the text to full JP. If you don't have it on Steam I don't know that it's a possibility, but if you do have it on Steam, you can go into the game properties and select the language you want. Other than that I've used YouTube playthroughs when I needed to grab stuff quick when I want clips/screenshots, or I'll use Hyouta when I need a line really quick.

The volume in the English version is definitely an issue, I have no idea what happened with the studio volume when they recorded new stuff, but the new skits/lines in particular have terrible volume. I only played DE in English one time and it was... a very sub par experience for several reasons (including Yuri, Don and Leblanc having their voice actors changing mid-dialogue and/or in different scenes, plus the volume, plus the acting largely with Grant for Yuri being completely flat and lacking emotion...). The DE had more issues than the 360 version too, because there's that stuff plus like, the dialogue inconsistencies because they didn't go back and fix the old dialogue to match new content, and they didn't fix any of the old typos or uh, very funny sounding English at some parts.

You did reblog that! I have a whole post in itself about the Nordopolica scene too, that I linked in the post that covered that section of the game. But yeah, the thing that always got me most about Yuri in the dub is that... the translators are good? They have a lot of stuff that's pretty much 1:1 and there are a few human errors from time to time (such as subject matter mishaps), but overall the translation is actually generally accurate. That's why I can tell when specifically Yuri's lines get changed that it's intentional, because it only happens to him, and it's a lot worse when he's talking to Flynn (though Flynn also puts himself down/is harsher toward himself in the localization as well, which is another huge point against Flynn by the narrative itself in the west). It's even worse when him and Flynn aren't getting along, and they ramp it up and make it sound like Flynn is some antagonist or villain.

Nordopolica in particular as a scene isn't like... oh no Flynn's a bad guy now. It's like, oh no our ally is in trouble and we need to get him back. I hate when I see people cheer Yuri on for this one sided verbal beatdown against Flynn because it's not supposed to come off that way in the original? Yuri is angry at Nordopolica and Yormgen, but at Nordopolica he's also hurting. He's angry, but he's worried, heartbroken, and upset. In Yormgen, he's angry, but he doesn't just take it all out on Flynn and act like that most of the way through. He cools off pretty quick, in part because he asked Flynn to explain himself, Flynn did, Flynn felt guilty about it, and that was enough for Yuri to cool off and not press him further. He also spoke with genuine relief that Flynn was himself again at the end of that conversation, which in the dub felt... kinda flat to me?

The cat got your tongue part in Nordopolica makes me absolutely reel though, because the impression changes from "god please just say something, anything, talk to me, what the hell is going on" to "oh what you can't say anything back bc I'm right?". The whole vibe is just... eugh.

Ironically enough in regard to your original post here, I always feel like it's Flynn who gets bullied in the dub and it makes me so uncomfortable sometimes lol. Like damn I would not wanna be Flynn in the dub.

I do hope that maybe the voice direction in the studio was fixed to some degree for the remaster, because yeah, it was ten years later, and I imagine different people were working there, maybe minds had changed about how to convey stuff, etc. It's possible they actually paid attention to the original delivery and did what they could for the new stuff. I don't remember the DE English deliveries since like I mentioned, I only played DE in English once (and that was multiple playthroughs ago LOL), though I do hope something changed along the way. Given that even Higuchi (the general producer of the game) brought up localization inaccuracy due to lack of communication on Twitter some time ago, I can only hope things improved like he hoped they would.

In my perfect world, they'd re-release Vesperia in the west and re-dub Yuri and Flynn's stuff so it actually properly reflects the intent of the original, but alas I know I'm asking for too much. I just hate that it had to happen this way to one of the most popular games in the franchise and to one of the most popular characters in the franchise (i.e. Yuri and subsequently affecting Flynn). x.x

Flynn actually does that twice in Vesperia with pronouns! He starts with boku in front of Ioder, I believe when Ioder orders him to join Yuri's group to fight Alexei, and he corrects himself. Over time Flynn also naturally starts to use boku around Yuri's friends and relax more around them. My little boku boy! 😊

Yeah, my issues with the dub are 100 percent not because of things they can't translate. As a fan translator I know the struggles of trying to convey things that don't translate at all into English, so I don't blame them there. For me, that's also why tone is extremely important and why not changing dialogue matters so much. Things don't gotta be word for word identical, but Yuri's dialogue in particular loses its intent when changed, and when they don't change it and when they generally speaking translate it in the right general ballpark, they change his tone completely and thus still change the intent.

As a Fluri shipper where that ship is my go to for a fluffy and happy heart, that oasis scene was like, peak "I care too much about you to not scold you for this", not him being a jerk.

Also yeah, Flynn was angry about Ragou, even more so in JP. You can tell he was struggling to not do anything and Yuri could tell, so he warned him against it. Plus, Yuri doesn't want Flynn dirtying his hands and ruining his chances as a knight. Yuri knows he can dirty his own hands because he's got nothing going for him. He can do what Flynn wants to do and not risk losing any status or position or possible futures. Sometimes I genuinely wonder if Yuri wouldn't have done what he did if Flynn hadn't expressed so much anger. Like, I sometimes wonder if him seeing that Flynn was so angry about it was the final straw that pushed him to do it and had him make up his mind when he heard Flynn's explanations.

Really, I like to think (and half joke) Yuri couldn't be proven guilty in a court of law about Cumore because technically he didn't even touch Cumore. Cumore backed himself into that pit, and there were no witnesses to prove Yuri had done anything to him. ...But, you know, they wouldn't really care about evidence or innocence or anything anyway, because Yuri's a poor man criminal. Intent to kill? Shhhh, can't be proven, nobody heard it but the dead guy! And Yuri didn't literally use the words "I am going to kill you"! No evidence!

The murder is okay joke is like, yeah, it's a little haha funny the first time, but I feel like the way it's propped up in actual discussion also kinda takes away from the fact that... Yuri is very much extremely not okay with murder. Maybe I'll end up writing a separate post on this sometime because it's a Big Deal for me lol, but Yuri is extremely wracked with guilt over killing even the most vile of people. It weighs on him and destroys any self worth he may have even had at that point, which... was already dirt low. At the end of the game in the credits, you can see him visiting the spots where he committed those murders. He's extremely guilty about it and it weighs on him knowing he has to live the rest of his life with those mistakes. It proves Flynn right that he shouldn't have gone to those lengths, because it's eaten away at Yuri. It haunts him that he did those things. In Tales of the Rays, there's even this mention in Flynn's bio that Yuri tends to stare at his hands intently a lot, and Flynn will just go up and talk to him normally. It's literally a callback to how guilty Yuri feels about what he did and how it's damaged his self worth. I know it's a silly little harmless meme, but I think part of my issue is that most of the fandom actually seems to believe he thinks that way, when he only does it as a last resort and throughout the course of the game, never recovers from it. I get the support behind getting rid of such awful villains! I get that Yuri doing things we all wish could happen in real life feels good! But I think the general, at large, fandom perception of Yuri's own feelings on it has gotten largely lost in the "that's so cool" viewpoint.

...Did you see how on the Aselia wiki, Flynn's bio starts with "somewhat of an antagonist toward the beginning of the game"? I just. I lost my mind when I saw that. Because first of all, no. Second of all, at the beginning?! When he's literally letting Yuri and his group break into Ragou's mansion and do things illegally??? It's literally because of the attitude Yuri gives him in the dub that makes Flynn look like some antagonist, because the context in the beginning when you meet Flynn is 100 percent that he's an ally in a tough position, and your side helps him out by doing things in a way he can't.

Still losing my absolute mind about that line to this day. An antagonist is someone who is in some manner against and opposing the main character. Flynn is an ally. He had an oopsie in the middle of the game where he was starting to become that, but he course corrected quickly enough. I mean in the grand scheme of things? The only antagonistic behavior Flynn ever had was at Nordopolica. He admitted at Yormgen that he didn't realize the Weasand of Cados stuff was going on and that that was his fault, not because he specifically did it, but because he wasn't paying enough attention to his own subordinates, basically. Prior to that, the oasis was just "hey maybe don't do something that could get you killed or locked up for life maybe kinda sorta just a little".

I understand how people can ship things like, on the side I guess? and still hate a character in question, because I do have ships where I do like the dynamic but hate one of the characters, across any sort of media, really. BUT I do think if you really absolutely adore a ship and if you would sell your entire soul to it, you should prooobably not hate a character involved in that ship. But also, misconstruing canon events is part of the problem with poor Flynn. Most of the people I know/have talked to do love both characters, but I guess that's also because I don't really engage with instances where I see Flynn hate, so I don't really end up around people who don't like him.

I used to eyebrow raise at Yuri haters, but when I got older, understood more JP and yadda yadda... I can like, get it nowadays if people did look at English Yuri and hated him for his awful attitude. I would still advocate for him and be like, look he's much nicer and goofier in JP which is the source of the media and how the creators intended him to be! But like, if someone hated Yuri and their only experience was the dub, I can see why. With Flynn, if people hated him for other reasons, like sure, I can get that... but the reasons I always see are just because "cop guy" and "how dare you scold Yuri". It's never like... actual "here's an in depth reason I don't like this character based on actual facts".

Also, yeah, as a Fluri lover, I do hate the whole vibe of like... Flynn is a bad boyfriend/friend and shit. It's even worse because I engage and interact with the JP fandom on other socials, so going from the fandom portrayal of the two of them interacting in JP to the portrayal in the west is genuinely just jarring sometimes (whether it's memes, art, fic, what have you). It's not like, all bad on the west and I don't often see the abusive boyfriend dynamic, but the general portrayal of their interactions is definitely handled differently.

The thing is, writers/artists in the west are accurately portraying English Yuri, and that's part of what really highlights the fandom perception difference in their relationship for me. And I know it's nobody's fault in the west because that's what they were presented with and it's what they know, but that's exactly why I advocate so deeply for localization not changing intent, because then an entire audience has a totally different vibe. I just wish we all got to have the same experience.

I have this joke that JP Yuri would punch English Yuri in the face if he ever met him. It's a double joke, because it's the obvious plus the fact that Yuri just... really wants to punch something at all hours of the day and that's actually consistently retained across Vesperia media (a fact that got... completely removed in the English version... Wha'da'ya know...).

My theory in why people gravitate toward depressed mess Yuri and not daddy issues Flynn is that... Yuri in the dub is the "cool" one. Flynn is a more realistic take on the bad reactions someone has to something traumatizing in their life, which makes him less appealing for some because it's not an escape of sorts. Yuri is treated by the narrative itself as a cool and positive outlook on his behavior, when in actuality, if I had a friend treat me the way English Yuri treats Flynn, I'd be like okay you need to sit down and start talking to me about this attitude.

I totally get wanting to ignore when you don't like the common take on a character but that take is so popular. I've never really like... engaged on a wide spectrum with the Tales fandom at large until about a year ago. I was always like, on the outside edges of the fandom? With no centralized Tales accounts anywhere? I grew up with Tales, but I never really... interacted with people at large. But even like that, I've known about these Flynn opinions and wished I could just ignore them, but I can't really do that when it's common. Nowadays I don't really seek things out. I post what I post, and if people come to my blog and like my content, there's a good chance they already love Flynn, so it's this sort of... just let the people who share my opinions find me, and I'll meet like minded individuals without risking finding a lot of the stuff that upsets me.

No worries about not responding to everything! I do just... write a lot and I'm horrible at compressing my thoughts or using few words to express myself lol. I'm sad to see other fans have worsened your opinion of Yuri because it's the worst when people who love a character are the ones who make you not like them as much. Character purity really does suck most of the time and is almost always to the detriment of the character in question because it erases their human complexity. Yuri isn't perfect and he makes a lot of mistakes. I hope one day you can like him more again! At the very least, I'll in my corner patting his head when he makes his mistakes and letting him be human.

Maybe I'm due for a third replay of Vesperia, because I'm really not seeing how Flynn is a "bully" to Yuri in the first act or how he blames him for not being able to change things. Maybe it's cause a lot of us project onto these characters (ESPECIALLY Yuri) so they take Flynn calling Yuri out for not doing anything as a personal attack.

The truth is Flynn was getting shit done in the knights. He was working his way up. Yuri walked away from their shared dream - not Flynn. Naturally, there's going to be some bitterness between them at the start of the game and well into Act 1. Meanwhile, Yuri sat on his ass in the lower quarter because he didn't know what else to do. Yet he still got smarmy with Ioder and Estelle in Capua Torim when they wouldn't disclose information.

Imo, Flynn had every right to call Yuri out, and if we factor in their backgrounds pre-canon, it fits perfectly with his character. He's still got some lingering irritation at Yuri abandoning their dream.

Yeah, it sucks that Yuri had his hands tied because being a knight means sitting on your hands in the face of political corruption, but Flynn has a point. What has changed since Yuri quit? Yuri can't be throwing stones in glass castles and not expect Flynn to keep his mouth shut.

I know a lot of bias is because we see the game from Yuri's point of view, and (yeah, I'm gonna say it) some lines in localization definitely push Yuri to be more antagonistic towards Flynn than the original (refer to uh, Yormgen and Nordopolica for best examples). But I just don't think Flynn's as much of an asshole as people think he is at the start.

There's also the Mantaic scene where Flynn lectures Yuri about killing Cumore. Flynn didn't take action because Yuri's his friend, but you know if it were anyone else, he would've had them arrested immediately. People say this is hypocritical of Flynn cause he lectures Yuri, but give that scene a rewatch. It feels less "killing is bad" and more "don't kill ppl because that makes you a criminal, and criminals get put in the slammer." There are countless points in the game (DE at least) where Flynn urges Yuri to tell Ioder about his good deeds because he knows full well that will pardon his crimes of killing Ragou and Cumore.

I also am not of the opinion that these two are absolutely toxic for each other (which... okay) and should practice social distancing whenever they're in the vicinity together.

Flynn's got some screws loose, but being a "bully" to Yuri is not one of them.

[sweet-seishu]

you're worth everything and more

pairing: timeskip! chifuyu matsuno x fem! reader

warnings: MDNI, smut (oral, f & m receiving, unprotected sex) soft fuyu, friends to lovers, mentions of violence, mentions of alcohol

a/n: this has been in my drafts for months, and like I just want it out so here. it's badly edited and badly written LOL

"Fuyu.. what happened to you?" You asked, shocked at your best friends beaten state.

"Should see the other guy." He smiled, making your roll your eyes.

"Come on." You told him, letting him into your apartment. He was mindful to take off his shoes, feeling you grab his arm so you could lead him to the bathroom.

You told him to sit and he obliged, sitting on the edge of your tub while you grabbed your first aid kit. "Any cuts your particularly worried about?"

"Just this one on my arm, idiot used his key." Chifuyu told you. You examined the gash, happy to tell him that he didn't need stitches. You grabbed the peroxide, pouring some on a cotton pad before applying it to the wound.

"That stings!" Chifuyu yelped.

"Well you wouldn't need this if you didn't get into a fight in the first place. You're 26 Chifuyu." You sighed, grabbing some gauze and waterproof bandages. "What even happened?"

Chifuyu bit is his lip, not really wanting to tell you the reason.

"Fuyu." You said, snapping him put of his thoughts.

"Can I tell you after I clean up?" He asked, watching as you finished wrapping his arm.

He couldn't help but notice your hardened nipples, making it clear you weren't wearing a bra. He bit his lip before he looked away, a slight dust of pink on his cheeks.

"Sure. I'll go grab you some of your clothes, you can start the shower, and you still have all your body wash and stuff here." You smiled.

He nodded, watching as you walked away before shutting the door and starting the shower. He stripped himself down, wincing as he felt the pain of his bruises before stepping under the warm water, letting it wash away the tightness of his muscles.

After grabbing Chifuyu some sweats, boxers and a t shirt, you made your way back to the bathroom, knocking before opening the door so you could set his stuff down for him.

You paused when you caught a glimpse of his silhouette, though you couldn't make out each muscle, you saw how fit he was. It made something stir in your gut as you gulped.

Stop it y/n, he doesn't feel the same. You scolded yourself.

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts before walking out, going to the kitchen so you could grab a beer for each of you.

You didn't even realize chifuyu had walked in until you felt two arms wrap around your waist, making you jump.

"Dammit fuyu, you scared me." You told him, making him chuckle before kissing your cheek.

"Thanks for patching me up."

"I've been patching you up since we were 12, it's no bother." You smiled, leaving his arms so you could hand him his beer. "Now let's go sit so can tell me what happened."

Chifuyu nodded, leading you to your couch. You both sat, taking sips of your beer as you sat in silence, Chifuyu collecting his thought before taking a breath.

"I saw your jackass of an ex, that's why I got into a fight." He told you. You only raised your brow, wanting him to continue.

"Kazutora and I went for some ramen after work, so we went to the twins' restaurant. I swear everything was fine, until I heard him and his stupid friends walk in. I did keep my cool, trying not to really pay attention to them, until I heard your name come up."

"My name? But why would I come up? We've been broken up for months." You questioned.

"I guess they were talking about past hook ups or whatever, he said some things that set me off, so I dragged him outside and started throwing punches. Then of course his friends joined, so Kazutora and the twins did to. He just kept saying things that made me so mad, then he pulled out his keys and scratched me." Chifuyu told you before smiling. "I still won though."

"What did he say that set you off?"

"I'd rather not say."

"Fuyu, it's okay you can tell me." You smiled. Chifuyu sighed, taking another sip of his beer before continuing.

"He-he said that you were basically a good for nothing whore, and he only kept you around to get his dick wet.."

"Oh." You said softly. Chifuyu grabbed your arm, pulling you into him.

"I'm sorry angel."

"It's okay. Did he say anything else?"

"I really don't want-" He tried pleading, not wanting to expose his own feelings to you.

"Just tell me."

"He kept saying how I was just jealous, since I never got in your pants even though I'm in love with you, and then he kept telling me the things he did to you and-" He paused to take a breath, tightening his hold on you. "He kept telling me the things he'd do to you in bed and- fuck- y/n I lost it."

You sat wide eyed, processing everything he had told you.

"In love with me?" You whispered, moving so you could face Chifuyu properly. "Chifuyu... you're in love with me?"

He could lie, say it was old feelings, but he couldn't lie to you, he never could, and he wasn't going to start now. He looked down, refusing to meet your eyes.

"I've been in love with you for years." He said softly. "But I know you don't feel the same, and that's honestly okay, I don't want my feelings to ruin the friendship we have."

You only smiled, placing your hands on his cheeks so you could meet his blue/green eyes.

"I want this to ruin our friendship." You told him. "I love you Chifuyu, I always have..."

"Wh-what?"

"I love you."

"Say it again."

"Chifuyu, I love you."

He pulled you closer, smashing his lips to yours making you gasp. Your lips were soft, and tasted of the beer you both had drank earlier.

He wanted more of you.

He adjusted you so you were straddling him, moaning as you moved your hands to run through his silky black locks. He gently moved your hips to grind you against him, making you gasp again as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, your tongues dancing together in a perfect rhythm.

You eventually had to pull away for air, a string of saliva connecting your lips as you gazed at eachother. His pupils were blown wide with lust, arousal swirling in your gut.

Chifuyu let his lips find your neck, nipping at the skin as you moaned softly, your hips moving on their own as his grip on you tightened.

"Want you so bad." Chifuyu muttered, his voice sending a shiver right down your spine.

"Then have me." You whispered.

That was all he needed to hear before he picked you up, carrying you to your bedroom. He closed the door with his foot before laying you on the bed, kissing you again with more hunger.

You pulled at his shirt, wanting it off. Thankfully he took the hint, pulling back to stand up, so he could pull his shirt over his head, you taking the time sit up to pull your own shirt off.

Chifuyu stared at your bare torso, mouth salivating at the sight of your breasts on full display before he grabbed them, massaging the soft flesh as you whimpered at the contact.

You slowly reached your hand up to his sweats, lightly dragging your finger over the imprint of his erection, making him moan and pull his hands away from your tits.

"Want you in my mouth." You told him, moving your hand to the waistband of his sweats and boxers so you could pull them down. When you did Chifuyu's cock slapped up against his abdomen, the tip leaking with precum that made your mouth water. He was big, nice and long, with a decent amount of girth.

You slowly moved to lick the precum off the tip, making his hips stutter as he groaned. You took the hint, licking a stripe from base to tip before you took him into your mouth.

"H-holy fuck." Chifuyu moaned, grabbing your hair as you worked your mouth on his length. "Feels s'good."

You hummed around him, loving the way he pulled at your hair to guide you as you brought one of your hands up to pump what you couldn't fit in your mouth.

It was messy, spit dripping down your chin, tears falling down your cheeks from gagging when Chifuyu thrusted his hips.

You knew he was close when his cock twitched in your mouth, his breathy moans becoming louder.

But you nearly sobbed when he pulled you off of him.

"Fuyu.." You whined. "Wanted to taste you.."

"Sorry pretty, but I want to cum inside you." He smiled, moving your hair from your face. "Now lay down, wanna return the favour."

You were quick to move, laying down on the bed while Chifuyu quickly removed your sweats.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as he kissed up your legs. You bit your lip as you watched him, his eyes meeting yours making a smirk form on his face.

"You've always been so beautiful y/n." He told you, kissing closer to where you wanted him. "You're drenched."

You moaned at his words, feeling his breath on your cunt before he gently kissed you clit, making you buck your hips into his face.

"F-fuyu please.."

He didn't say anything, instead licking a stripe up your drenched cunt, making you gasp.

Your hands moved to his hair as he ate you out, pulling at the soft black strands, making him groan.

"Feels good Fuyu.." You said softly, throwing your head back as he inserted one of us fingers into you.

"You taste so good." He groaned, pulling away for a second before diving back in. You bucked your hips against his face, chasing the high that was fast approaching.

"Right there!" You gasped as he hit that spot inside you that made you see stars. "Fuyu right there!"

He continued to rub that spot, his tongue on your clit as the coil in your stomach tightened.

"Cumming! M'cumming, fuyu!" You moaned, seeing white as you came on his face. He flattened his tongue, letting you ride out your high before he licked up your release.

"Good girl." He told you, moving to climb up your body. He kissed you, making you moan at the taste of yourself.

He situated himself so his cock was rested against your entrance, his tip teasing your hole.

He pulled away from the kiss to look at you, his eyes full of love as he smiled softly.

"I love you y/n." He whispered.

"I love you to Chifuyu." You smiled, gasping when he slowly slid into you.

"Fuck." Chifuyu groaned, bottoming out inside you. "S'tight, feels so good angel."

He started moving slowly, letting you adjust before you pleaded for him to move faster.

And he happily obliged.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the sounds of your skin slapping, and the moans leaving both yours lips.

He reached so deep inside you, you felt so full as you scratched down his back, leaving red marks behind has he hissed from the sting.

"Oh fuyu- fuyu fuck!" You moaned. "You fuck me so good, so fucking good!"

He moaned loudly at your words, thrusting harder into you as you nearly screamed from the pleasure.

"Fuck you feel s'good, s'warm and tight, all for me." Chifuyu said, burying his face in your neck.

"All f'you!" You replied, gasping when he bit down on your skin.

You felt that coil again, building up quickly as your breathing became nearly erratic.

"Don't hold back y/n, cum f'me, want you to cum on my cock." He whispered in your ear before moving to look at you.

You let go, moaning his name over and over as you came around him, clenching so tightly he watched.

And he was sure it was one of the most beautiful things he's ever seen.

His thrusts became sloppy, his own high approaching as you reached for his hands, lacing your fingers together.

"Want your cum fuyu, please." You whined, wanting him to fill you. You clenched again, making him curse under his breath before his hips completely stilled.

You moaned as you felt his cum paint your walls, both of you panting as you both came down from your highs.

Chifuyu smiled, looking down at you, only love behind his beautiful eyes as he leaned down to kiss you again, softer this time.

You smiled against his lips, squeezing his hands before he pulled away.

You both hissed as he pulled out, feeling empty as he went to go to the washroom, quickly returning with a warm cloth as he cleaned up the mix of release that leaked out of you.

You blushed at the action, never having actually received proper aftercare, it was foreign to you. After Chifuyu was done he gave you his shirt and new set of panties before pulling on his boxers.

He climbed back into the bed, his arms going around you as he pulled you against his chest, his lips kissing your forehead softly.

"Hey now, why are you crying sweet girl?" He asked softly, lifting your chin to face him.

You hadn't even noticed you were.

"I just love you so much Fuyu." You sniffled. "Always been so good to me."

"I'll always treat you how you deserve angel. You deserve nothing but the best." Chifuyu smiled, kissing the tears that fell down your cheeks.

"M'sorry you got hurt cause of me." You said softly, trying to keep the tears at bay.

"Don't apologize for that.. I'll always defend you in anyway I can."

"M'not really worth it though Fu-"

"None of that nonsense." Chifuyu told you before pecking your lips again. "You're worth everything and more."

[missmonsters2]

I'm proud for both of us for getting through such a bad day! thankfully rain didn't ruin our coffee date and it actually took my mind off (both our minds since my friend had a horrible day too - I swear idk what it is about today). definitely a lesson to learn with my invisaligns and I'm going to be triple checking all the time now!

I would actually live a drabble (w Nat since I have a soft spot for her)! you're so sweet and amazing for suggesting it!! it could be anything you want (I would read literally anything from you because everything you write is pure gold).

message of the day is that we got through it today, we got it for tomorrow!! 💪

Yesterday was something else LOL today was even worse I will not lie LMFAO

Alright bestie, let's do a soft Nat drabble 🥺

I've chosen the prompt "What's one little kiss between friends?" set in a College AU.

What's One Little Kiss Between Friends

i: underneath the bleachers

Count: <1k

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"Where's Natasha?"

You look around the canteen to find the redhead missing. It was unlike her with today being tater tot day. You don't understand her obsession with the fried cylinder potato, but it makes the redhead happy, and who are you to say anything about that?

"Hm, I don't know. I didn't see her after having cognitive psych with her. She told me to go on without her because she got stopped outside of class by...fuck, what's his name again? That dude she's seeing." Bucky said after he swallowed his food and looked around.

You frowned.

Sometimes it was hard to keep up with who Natasha was seeing. She was a very popular girl on campus. Everyone wants to date the student council president, captain of the volleyball team, GPA of 3.9, and heiress to the Romanoff conglomerate.

But to you? She was just Natasha Romanoff, the girl you met when you were 15 and insisted on being your friend when your first words to her were, 'Fuck off.'

As you scanned the crowd, you noticed 'said dude' Natasha was dating sitting with his friends, laughing and getting claps on his back.

You sighed as you packed up your things. You wouldn't necessarily say you had a sixth sense of always knowing what was going on with Natasha, but your gut feelings about her were usually always right.

"Where you going?" Bucky asked

"To find Nat."

"She's not answering her phone. She could literally be anywhere on campus," Bucky crinkled his nose.

"I know where she is," you tell Bucky, snapping your bag close.

"What? How?"

"I just do!" You told him as you walked off with a wave.

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Your gut feeling leads you to the football field. Since it was winter, the field was often empty except for a couple of people here and there spread out through the bleachers.

You found Natasha Romanoff under the bleacher, hidden from the world, and everyone else was none the wiser.

You sat down next to her silently, only letting her ignore you for five seconds before you bumped her shoulder with yours.

"How'd you find me?" She gruffed with a frown.

"Find My Friends App," you offer lamely, knowing full well Natasha doesn't have hers on.

"Technology has ruined the modern world," Natasha muttered before she sighed and slouched against your shoulder.

"What's wrong, Nat?" You asked her softly.

Natasha stayed silent for a moment as if debating to tell you, but when she felt you brush your pinky against hers.

"I'm just tired," Natasha sighs.

"Tired?" You repeated with a tilt of your head.

Natasha stares out into the hills that obscure her. "It's stupid, but I guess I just feel envious of others. Other people don't have to worry about if the person they're seeing really likes them for them. They don't have to worry if their kisses and other physical intimacies will be spread around like it's some award to be won."

You frowned because you immediately knew the guy Natasha was seeing had done just that, and that was why he was getting accolades earlier.

You wonder if you should trip him the next time you see him.

"It's dramatic, but I'm starting to feel like loving someone, even just having someone kiss me because I'm me—not the idea of me is something I won't get to have."

No, you'll trip him and then spit on him. It's only justice.

You're so lost in your own thoughts when Natasha starts to shuffle, starting to get up.

"C'mon, some of the classes are about to be let out and people are going to start passing by. We should head back," Natasha said, brushing off what she had just admitted to you.

You immediately pull Natasha back down, getting a yelp from her. It kind of reminds you of the days of high school when you skipped together and huddled in alleyways to avoid being caught.

"What are you—" Natasha started to say but was swiftly cut off by your lips against hers.

The kiss was chaste and quick, but Natasha could taste your chapstick and wondered if you could taste hers. The kiss was so warm that it made her toes curl and her fingers flex.

When you pulled back, you licked your lips as you said, "There. I feel like I'm a pretty solid choice since I never liked the idea of you, anyway. So, stop being all mopey and come to the canteen with me, okay?"

Natasha felt displaced as you helped her up and grabbed her hand to pull her along. How could you just kiss her and move on?

"Oh, uh, you taste like raspberry."

What the fuck was she saying.

You shrug. "Yeah, I stole your chapstick last week."

That brings Natasha out of it as she huffed at you. "Fucking—I was looking for that! I had to open the blueberry one and it's not as good."

You merely laughed, but Natasha was still nervous.

"Thank you," Natasha finally said, and you peer at her for a long moment.

It was rare to catch Natasha so awkward.

"No worries. What's one little kiss between friends?"

Part 2

[dovenymph]

jump scare

authors note: this was inspired by a tweet from thinkerpete on twitter that read “MJ can sneak up on Peter and jump scare him. He is so in love with her that his spider sense doesn’t even recognize her as a threat.” and that’s just so 🥺🥺🥺 so yeah it inspired this piece! also it is stark!reader bc i love that!! so yeah lol! please don’t repost my writing on any sites, and report it and message me if you find it!

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word count: 2.3k

warnings: one suggestive mention, but it’s all pure around these parts!! fluff fluff fluff!

You’d known peter had freakishly fast reflexes ever since the second you met him. Your dad had just given him a tour of the compound and he was walking back to his new room at the same time you were going to yours, balancing your textbooks, laptop, and snacks in your arms, barely able to see what was in front of you. so you surely didn’t notice that your shoes had untied before all your things went flying.

Peter managed to web your books and laptop and sling them towards his left hand, and caught you before you fell on your face with his right, and when you looked up at him, breathless, his breath hitched in his throat for a different reason. “S-sorry i couldn’t get your snacks… but swedish fish are kinda gross anyways so i guess i did you a favor” he said with a nervous chuckle, mentally face palming for rambling.

You snapped out of the journey you were going on in his deep brown eyes and stood up, brushing off your front. “Ha, i guess you’re right. you’ve no need to apologize though, thank you for saving my things… and my face.” you replied and peter visibly relaxed. he’d met a myriad of different people today, his heroes sure, but they were all so intimidating and spoke so gruffly, your soft tone and kind demeanor was what he’d been craving all day.

“Of course, it’s no problem.”

“I can’t believe you really got everything” you said, taking your computer and books out of his grasp… well trying, they were webbed to his palms.

“Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry! It does unstick I swear, it just takes a couple minutes… or like an hour… or two. God I’m sorry!”

“Hey! It’s all good spiderman,” and you sent him a smile so sweet he didn’t know how he hadn’t melted into a puddle before you. “I’ll never be mad at a reason to not study.”

You both laughed at that and basked in the silence and friendly ambiance for a couple seconds.

“Peter.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Peter. My name is Peter.” He said and you felt your stomach flip.

“Peter. I like it! Well I’m Y/N. Do you wanna come hang out in my room? Just until y’know, my laptop comes free, and we can get to know each other!”

Your invitation made peter feel like he was five years old again… and he loved it. Like he was going to his friends house he hadn’t seen in forever. “Of course.”

“Awesome, just this way then.” And you led him to your room.

“We can get better snacks though right?”

“Not too much on swedish fish peter!!” You responded childishly, playfulness carried through your tone.

Peter just laughed and bit his lip, thanking his lucky stars he met you. Someone he could just be Peter around in this new world of Spiderman and the Avengers he was thrusted into.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

It had been a year and a half since that fateful evening and you became the best of friends sticking by each other through everything and with that, there wasn’t much you two didn’t know about the other.

The summer heat led you both to enjoy the rarely used outdoor pool Tony put in, everyone pretty much avoiding it ever since Bruce “won” the cannonball contest last summer, resulting in all the water splashing out of the sides and the concrete at the bottom cracking.

But Peter had burst into your room complaining about how he couldn’t stand the heat much longer and pleaded until you rolled your eyes and changed into your swimsuit. It seemed everyone had the same idea, as Thor and Steve were currently swimming laps, while Nat and Wanda competed against Bucky and Sam in volleyball. Avengers scattered pretty much every inch of the pool area.

You and Peter splashed around a bit, held breath holding competitions, and you used Steve’s shield as a surfboard while Peter used his super strength to create waves (you never stayed on balance for more than five seconds, but the way your laughter danced in the air made Peter unable to decline your pleads of “again! again!”)

The sun set a bit and Vision and Tony broke out the grill. You and Peter got separated over the course of the afternoon, Sam begrudgingly had invited Peter on his volleyball team after the boys had been losing 4-1. Last you saw him he was pulling himself out of the pool, a frown etched on his face and Sam’s laughter booming in the background. You were grateful that your glasses and book covered up a large portion of your face so he wouldn’t be able to see the furious blush that painted your cheeks as he ran a towel over his abs and curling hair.

Maybe thirty minutes had passed since and you looked over at him again, cap titled over his eyes as he drifted to sleep. You couldn’t admire him for long as Steve obstructed your view, scowling and dragging his feet by you, shield held tightly to his chest.

Your eyes rolled as you realized he was still moping, “Aw Cap, we’re sorry! We were just playing.”

He stuck his nose up, childishly and you giggled. “You know it wasn’t my idea, right?” This caused one of his eyes to drift towards you and he raised an eyebrow.

“It’s true! You know Peter is such a… bad influence. A terror he is!” You joked and Steve smiled, catching on immediately.

“I figured! A good kid like you would never do that.”

You nodded swiftly, “Wouldn’t dream of it!”

Steve’s stare drifted to the the left over water balloons from Morgan’s birthday party that were left full and ready for battle in a large bin just a few feet away and he looked back at you. “Let’s get the kid back then, yeah?” He asked and you both devilishly smirked, running over as stealthily as you could.

Steve chose the largest balloon and had to bite back an evil laugh as he wound his arm up like he was at home plate and aimed towards your sleeping best friend.

Before it could even make any impact on his torso, his hand shot out and swatted it to the ground with a resounding splash. He shot up and looked around the area for any danger, before he looked down at the electric blue remains of the balloon and then your pouting figures, and he began cackling.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“Aww, you really thought you could get me?”

“Hey! Steve was the one who threw it!”

Peter’s jaw dropped and he looked over at Steve who did nothing but roll his eyes and grumbled away, his flip flops slapping against the tiled floor.

“It’s only because you’re half freaking spider!” He called out before flopping into a lounge chair, scowl present on his lips.

Peter smirked, “the reflexes never take a day off!” Steve rolled his eyes one last time and Peter directed his attention towards you.

“I can’t believe… my best friend would let me get PELTED with water balloons… wowwwww.” He exaggerated and you furrowed your brows at him.

“It’s what you deserve for all the times you hid on my ceiling!”

“Don’t be smart!” Peter let out and jumped out his chair. You ran as fast as your legs could take you, shrieks of excitement drawing the attention of everyone around you, but neither of you cared, only focused on the other.

Peter eventually caught up to you when he chased you into the showers, leaving you with nowhere to run unless you were to turn around straight into his direction. You were pressed against the wall, Peter’s arms resting besides yours, only inches of space between you. Your laugh caught in your throat as Peter was looking down at you with nothing short of adoration swirling through his irises.

“You caught me, Pete.” You whispered after a few beats of silence had passed. All he could do was nod and you looked up at him through your lashes, biting your lip at his expression of wonderment.

Peter fought against all his instincts and pulled his hips away from you, fingers curling into fists. You two had always walked the line of friends and more, but Peter was never one to get presumptuous. Never one to assume what others thought of him, especially not girls. And your friendship was one of, if not the most treasured thing in his life and he’d rather be struck by Mjollnir than do anything to ruin that.

So he cleared his throat and took a few steps back. “Hope you learned your lesson, y/n! Don’t interrupt my sleep like that again! I’ll always be able to sense what’s coming” He said and you nodded at him in surrender.

“You’re right Pete, don’t know when I’ll learn! You’re spidey sense is no match for me.” You said, patting him on the arm and walking back out to the events, expecting him to follow. But Peter just sat on the bench, head in hands, eyes shut as the image of you, his perfect angel, burned into his mind.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

A few weeks later, you found Peter looking through the fridge. You hid behind the corner, silently watching him as he resembled a raccoon, you thought, pawing at all the different delicacies.

It was a quarter past three in the morning, and you figured you were the only one awake so you went downstairs to find a midnight snack, but apparently Peter beat you to it.

You were hesitant to go up to him, heart sputtering in your chest. He was your best friend, your closest confidant, but recently he had been acting strange around you. Always coming up with a stuttered excuse as he rejected your offers to play fight in the large gym, something you two would do all the time; he never crawled on your ceiling anymore like he used to either, and you missed watching his eyes turn to crescent moons when you spotted him, the living daylights having been scared out of you.

You frowned and clutched your hand to your chest, wanting nothing more than for the familiarity and comfort he brought you to come back. Maybe it was something you did. You knew you were smart, you were Tony Stark’s daughter for God’s sake, but sometimes you could be clueless to other people’s feelings. Maybe he felt the same confusion you did, wondering why you didn’t reach out to him. So you did.

You took careful steps towards him, his back facing you and you placed both your hands on his back. The action caused him to jump, sending his arm load of snacks flying, he’d been caught so off guard, sending his webs shooting everywhere trying to grasp onto as many things as possible. “Peter it’s just me!”

He looked at you from over his shoulder and his stare softened. “You can’t just sneak up on a guy when he’s.. when he’s-“

You looked at him in confusion, waiting for him to finish.

He stuttered a bit, searching for the right word, eventually landing on “foraging!”

“You’re… foraging?”

“Yes. Yes I am.” He replied, confident in his answer. You just giggled and he nearly drooled at the sound, having only heard it when he dug into his box of memories with you and replayed them at night.

“Sorry, Petey. I’ll leave you to it.” You said, sending him an apologetic smile after placing the dropped food on the counter and making your way back to your room.

“Wait.”

You turned and look over at him. He couldn’t avoid you for much longer, even though the want he had, locked up in his heart, for you pained him, he’d rather be able to love you as a friend than not at all.

“D-do you wanna come to my room and- and watch a movie?” He asked, reaching out for a packet of swedish fish for you and it all took him back to the moment you first met. How kind and accepting you’d been to him, how much he appreciated that you allowed him to love you.

You broke out into a full blown smile, nodding your head eagerly and he jogged up beside you and walked to the elevator.

Atop his bedsheets were crumbs and wrappers of every sweet treat imaginable, a crappy netflix original playing on his laptop for the both you to take the piss out of.

It was as if your slump never happened, and you didn’t want to think about it too much. Shifts were natural, and Peter had his own life. Maybe things were going on that you just didn’t understand and you didn’t want to waste your time with him by dwelling on the past. But there was one thing you couldn’t get over.

“Hey, P?”

“Yeah?” He asked, eyes focused on the screen.

“Earlier… in the kitchen… how come you jumped when I came up behind you?”

Peter tensed up at that, having thought about it himself since you started the movie.

“I- I don’t know.”

“I thought I was no match for your spidey senses!?” You remarked with a teasing tone.

“I guess I’d never register you as a threat, angel.” He said, not daring to look at you.

Your cheeks burned as they seemed to always do whenever Peter was around and you couldn’t help your mile wide smile. You hummed out happily and pressed a sloppy kiss on his cheek, pulling back immediately.

Peter snapped his head towards you, lips parted in awe and you hid your face behind your hair. “You can’t hide from me now.” He said, more delicate than you’d ever heard him say it before, and used a finger to tuck your hair behind your ear and tilt your chin towards him.

You both leaned in, foreheads resting against one another’s, “You caught me.”

He smiled against your lips, massaging your bottom one with his top for a few blissful seconds, before pulling away for what would surely be the last time that night, “that I did, lovie.”

[alpacaparkaseok]

Falling, falling

“I have loathed you since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Likewise.”

 Pairing: Slytherin!Tae x. Gryffindor!reader

 Words: 13.9k (don’t @ me I didn’t intend for this to happen)

 Genre: Hogwarts!BTS, e2l

 Warnings/rating: SFW, pining, Tae is a lovable brat™, reader is a mess, lots of pining, tension lol, kinda veiled threats but nothing violent I swear

 A/N: This is an installment in the BTS meets Hogwarts collaboration with @homeofbangtan! It’s been so fun working with these lovely writers, and I hope you guys enjoy this one shot as well as the rest of the installments! As always, pls let me know if this was decent. Love you all! banner made by the talented @ttaetae

Hogwarts: Year Seven

You dislike Kim Taehyung by association.

It began in your third year at Hogwarts. Prowling the quidditch pitch in your first match against Slytherin, you nearly fell off your broom when you were jostled by chasers. You were mortified to see that by the time you’d clambered back into flying position, Park Jimin had caught the snitch and won the game for Slytherin.

Frozen by the fact that you’d just lost the first game you ever played in, you didn’t hear Jin, your friend and fellow beater on the Gryffindor team, calling for you to fly down. No, you were stuck. Staring at the waves of Slytherins as they cheered and their team flew around them in victory. Something in that crowd made you freeze, although you weren’t sure what it was until you saw him.

Somehow, in the sea of green and silver, you focused on a single face. Mischievous eyes peeked out from under a mop of curly black hair, drawing you in with their own form of gravity.

Kim Taehyung stared up at you, completely focused as you gawked from your broom. For a single moment, nothing else existed as you locked eyes with the Slytherin boy. The cheers died away until all that was left were his eyes, holding you in place.

Slowly and deliberately, he arched a brow and smirked. Without a single word, you heard him loud and clear.

What are you staring at?

Embarrassed and ashamed, you jolted when someone tapped on your shoulder. “Oi!” Jin yelled above the din of the crowd. The sound all came rushing in, nearly knocking you off your broom. “You coming down or not?”

Swinging your bat in your hand and wondering if it would be worth it to chuck it at Taehyung, you offered Jin a nonchalant shrug. “Sorry, coming.” You could feel Taehyung’s eyes on you from where he sat in the stands, could feel that gaze even as you walked off the pitch and went inside the locker rooms.

Since third year, you’ve never been able to shake that feeling. That embarrassment at being caught staring at him, at losing your first match. Ever since then, you’ve associated Kim Taehyung with one thing and one thing only: losing.

You hate losing.

You hate Kim Taehyung.

But this year…

“Students, we’re about to commence the sorting ceremony. If you would please take your seats, we’ll bring in our new students! Please remember to make them feel welcome!” The headmaster smiles out at the students that fill the Great Hall, all in different house colors and ages. “And to those of you who have finally reached your seventh and final year…”

The room falls silent, everyone holding their breath as they glance around at the seventh years. You sit as still as possible, heart aching to realize that you’re included in that group.

“Welcome home, dear students,” the headmaster continues with a gentle voice. “Hogwarts will always be here to welcome you home.”

The words go right through you as you numbly clap along with the rest of the students. Suddenly, you feel as though you’re out of time. Clenching your jaw, you make a vow to yourself. The familiar prickly feeling between your shoulder blades alerts you to Taehyung’s gaze on you from the Slytherin table, but you refuse to turn around. You refuse to give into him at all.

This year, you refuse to lose.

Starting with Kim Taehyung.

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“I feel like I’m dying.”

           Taehyung can practically hear Jimin rolling his eyes, but in reality the soft lapping of the lake against the exterior of the Slytherin common room is the only sound tonight.

           “Have you always been this dramatic?” Jimin rolls over on his side, the leather couch squeaking a little under the movement. It’s dark here in the common room, Taehyung has no idea what time it is. Today has been a blur, anyways.

           His expression remains pensive as he stretches his legs on the couch opposite Jimin. “I just can’t believe we’re already here. This…” he furrows his brows, his handsomely sculpted features taking on a more somber tone as he forces the words out. “This is it. The final year.”

           Once again, the common room falls silent and the sound of the lake fills Taehyung’s thoughts. He thinks of Jimin, he thinks of Yoongi. No doubt he’s already asleep, he appeared to be exhausted by the time they made it back from dinner.

           Taehyung thinks about too much, too fast. At last, against his better judgement, he thinks about you. Why does he feel like he’s out of time? He’s never really spoken to you before, so why is he so caught up in this unspoken little game only the two of you know about-

           “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Jimin is saying, although Taehyung can hardly hear him over his own thoughts. “One more year, and then we’re off.”

           Taehyung is so lost trying to fend off the thoughts of you that he completely misses the concerned look Jimin is sending his way. It isn’t until his friend gets up from the couch and comes to sit beside him that he stirs.

           “Hey,” Jimin mumbles, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. “We’ll make this the best year yet. Promise.”

           Pulling a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, Taehyung nods. “It’ll be great.” Faking a yawn, he clambers to his feet and walks across the room to the giant, floor length windows that show the murky interior of the lake. He settles before them like he did all those years ago, recalling how small he felt in his Slytherin robes.

           How much of a traitor he felt like.

           Without a word, Jimin settles beside him, sitting cross-legged on the floor. His face is turned up toward the tops of the windows, almost as though he can see the surface from all the way down here.

           The quiet sound of slippers scuffing along the floor alert the two boys to Yoongi’s presence as he shuffles into the common room, looking bleary eyed. When his eyes spot his two friends sitting on the ground, he rubs his face and waddles over.

           “It’s late,” he mumbles out, plopping down on Tae’s other side. He regards the oldest of the bunch with a half-smile, his worries temporarily slipping away as he breathes deep.

           “Mm. So what are you doing out of bed?”

           Yoongi shrugs, squinting at the murky water. “It’s our last first night, isn’t it?”

           Taehyung lets those words sink in, slow and deep. Why does it feel so final?

           “Who would’ve thought we’d make it this far?” Jimin leans back against his hands, still staring up at the lake where a glint of moonlight pierces the water. It’s enough to bathe the trio in silver even as they think back on their golden years. “I thought McGonagall would have killed us by now.”

           “Speak for yourself, Park,” Yoongi chides. “We’ve been star students, haven’t we Tae?”

           “Exceptional, by my count.”

           “Exactly.” There’s a twinkle in Yoongi’s eyes as he grows more and more awake. “Oh! I almost forgot!” Without another word he’s up and speeding out of the room, leaving Jimin and Tae to share a confused look.

           “I think that’s the fastest I’ve seen him move since I caught that snitch in 3rd year,” Jimin snickers. “He practically broke his neck trying to run out onto the field.”

           Taehyung cackles. “Oh, but there’s that time last year when he forgot his book for the third time in a row to transfiguration, remember? McGonagall threatened to turn him into a neutered cat if he forgot it again.”

           The pair burst out into laughter as they hear Yoongi yell a slew of profanities from down the hallway, completely forgetting that there are plenty of nervous first-years probably trying to catch some sleep tonight. It feels good to laugh loudly, without reservation. Those young first-years will understand in a few years, when they’re suddenly facing their final year and a long list of unanswered questions. Questions like, what is he going to do about you-

           “I have half a mind not to share this with you anymore, you know.” Yoongi has reappeared, holding something behind his back. He shuffles into the room with an annoyed expression that both of his friends can see right through.

           Taehyung smirks up at him, offering his winning smile. “Good thing it’s only half, don’t you think?”

           Rolling his eyes, Yoongi produces a bottle of Butterbeer with a flourish. Both boys gawk over the shiny bottle, reaching out to grab it with wide eyes. “Yah!” Yoongi scolds, “there’s only one to go around! Wait your turn.”

           He sits with a huff, opening the bottle with a pop! before taking a swig. When he finishes, there’s a gleam in his eye that Taehyung can’t quite place. Yoongi passes him the bottle, not meeting his eyes as he stares out the window.

           It’s as Taehyung is taking a sip of the sweet drink that he realizes what Yoongi is so focused on. It’s a dark shape approaching, its inky black outline nearly blending in with the water.

           Taehyung passes the bottle to Jimin, a grin pulling on his lips as he recognizes that figure swimming toward them. “Looks like the old squidster knows it’s a special occasion,” he mumbles under his breath.

           Sure enough, a moment later the giant squid passes slowly in front of the glass, drawing nearer than Taehyung has ever witnessed. It pauses before them, and Taehyung wonders for a moment if it really does know that this is the last time they’ll sit like this.

           High off of returning for another year at Hogwarts, joking and wondering about all that’s to come. A little jittery, even though they’ll never admit it. Caught between the role of student and bright-eyed adults.

           “Hang on, I’m sensing something,” Jimin presses a finger to his temple, screwing his eyes shut. “It’s trying to communicate, I- ah! It wants to know when you’ll stop drooling over that Gryffindor beater- ow!”

           Yelling, pinches, and a near catastrophe with the Butterbeer ensue. Nothing too far out of the ordinary, but it’s somehow still enough to make Taehyung ultra-aware of every little moment. Makes him cling to this sliver of time, tuck it away for future use. Jimin and Yoongi with their snide remarks that nearly mask their friendship, the lake casting a murky shadow into the room that always makes Tae feel like he was swimming on land.

           Tonight is all there is. Just him and his best friends, and a bottle of Butterbeer.

           And you.

           Always you.

----

“I can count on one hand how many times you two have spoken,” Joslyn huffs. You can’t tell if she’s huffing and puffing because you’re rushing to the Great Hall or because she’s annoyed. Your other friends Jin and Jungkook nod along. The three of you are all in your quidditch attire, anxious to get onto the pitch for your game against Slytherin.

“Yeah, so can I,” you retort. “And they were all harrowing experiences.”

Jin snorts. “I mean, anyone that’s friends with Park has got to be a little…”

“Annoying?” Joslyn supplies.

Jungkook shakes his head. “Arrogant?”

“Filthy and disgusting would be my words of choice,” you answer, grabbing the railing at the stairs below you begin to move. “But to each their own.”

“C’mon,” Jungkook mumbles, urging the stairs to move faster. “Alright Fire, give me your predictions for this year’s quidditch champion.”

Fire. You loathe the nickname. Taehyung coined it in fourth year, after a particularly grueling match that you’d lost to Ravenclaw. You’d still been fuming the next morning, which Taehyung had turned into his own personal entertainment.

“Good morning. Still fired up over the game last night, I see.” Taehyung didn’t even look up from his seat when you threw your books down beside him. He was meticulously cleaning out his cauldron, getting ready for potions.

The bane of your entire existence.

Rather than answer him, you remained silent and opened your book a tad violently to the page number listed on the board. A few surrounding Slytherins snickered at your obvious frustration, and this only served to give Taehyung the needed boost to annoy you even further.

“Fired up over your sorry excuse of a quidditch match-” he completely ignored the way you were daggers down at your book, “fiery red hair, brows nearly singed off from last week’s potion that blew up in your face-”

“I have no problem imagining your head is a bludger, Taehyung, and sending it flying over the astronomy tower,” you growled out.

Smirking, Taehyung leaned back in his seat, victorious. “Whatever you say, Fire.”

Just like that, the nickname stuck. Even your own friends seem to have forgotten how you acquired the name in the first place, almost using it in an endearing manner with you.

“Don’t know,” you admit, sighing in relief as the stairs finally click into place and the four of you are off yet again. “Ravenclaw looks pretty promising this year, but then again they do every year.”

What with your first week of school coming to an end, you feel rather proud of yourself for avoiding Taehyung like the plague. In your joint classes you completely ignore him, heading straight to your seat and not looking up until class has started.

Today you have no choice but to see him, though. He’ll be at the game no doubt. The entire school will.

Nobody ever misses a match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Finally making it to the main hallway, you note the flurry of students heading toward the Great Hall. You continue on, catching snippets of other people’s conversations along the way. Most of the first and second year students look scared out of their wits, but you overhear something that has your head turning.

“But we haven’t hosted the Triwizard tournament since Harry Potter’s generation!”

The voice comes from your left, but Joslyn is already on it. Grabbing the attention of the younger Slytherin boy, she asks what’s on everybody’s mind.

“Yeonjun, what’re you going on about?”

Oh, so this must be Yeonjun. Joslyn’s new co-commentator for quidditch, the one she’d been complaining about the entire train ride to Hogwarts yesterday. You take a good, long look at the boy, who appears delighted to have information that the Gryffindors do not.

“My dad was making a big fuss over it all summer, you know, working for the Department of Magic and clearing international travel, it’s a whole mess-”

“Yah, cut to the point,” Joslyn urges. Yeonjun rolls his eyes, which makes you laugh.

These two are going to be quite the pair, commentating for quidditch. It’ll be a miracle if they don’t kill each other in the process.

“Didn’t you hear me? The Triwizard Tournament; it’s back. Hogwarts will be hosting it.”

Joslyn turns to face you, but you only shrug. “Whatever you say. Wish your precious snakes good luck, they’ll need it.” Turning to follow Jin and Jungkook to the locker rooms, you hear a voice that stops you in your tracks and turns your blood cold.

“How sweet of you to wish us luck,” Jimin says, drawing upon your little group quickly. His robes billow out behind him, making him look unnecessarily intimidating. “What are we talking about? Hopefully something that’ll provide more entertainment than your sorry excuse of a quidditch team, at any rate.”

You’re already scrunching up your nose in disgust when you feel Jin’s hand at your elbow. “C’mon,” he murmurs. “They just wanna make us late.”

They.

Sure enough, the rest of the Slytherin team isn’t far behind. But that’s not what has your eyes narrowing.

It’s Taehyung, popping up beside Jimin and slinging an arm around his friend. His usual smirk is present, and those dark eyes are on you.

As always.

“Excited to watch you play, Fire,” Taehyung croons. His voice is low enough that most people can’t hear it, but you certainly can. “Always a disappointment.”

Your first instinct is to throw something at that little smirk, but you take a deep breath and force yourself to remember your promise.

This year will be different.

Channeling the iciness you feel running through your veins into your eyes, you look Taehyung up and down. Slowly. You ignore Jimin’s chuckle or the way he elbows his friend, instead focusing on dragging your eyes back up his figure and staring into his eyes with utter indifference.

Then, mirroring his own smirk, you turn to Jimin. “See you on the pitch, Park.”

Without another word, you turn and follow after your teammates, hardly hearing the sound of Jimin’s teasing over the beat of your heart.

Not this year, Taehyung.

Not. This. Year.

--

“So that went well.”

Taehyung stares after your retreating figure, frozen in place from your earlier interaction. “Shut up, Jimin.”

Jimin is still beaming, delighted to see his friend so unhinged. “She really gets to you, doesn’t-”

“Don’t you have a game to get to?” Taehyung starts strolling away, shoving his hands into his pockets in an attempt to look unphased. When he hears Jimin’s boisterous laughter, he gives his friend a quizzical look over his shoulder. “What?”

Pointing at the direction Taehyung is walking, Jimin calls out, “Wrong way!”

Turning back around to see where he was headed, Taehyung realizes that he was following after you. Heading straight toward the Gryffindor locker room rather than outside with the rest of the spectators. Cheeks flushing bright red, Taehyung turns back around to see the entirety of the Slytherin quidditch team watching him, laughing.

Waving them off, Taehyung practically leaps into the crowd of people filing out the doors. He completely forgets Yoongi in the midst of his panic, not seeing the other boy who rolls his eyes and leaves Jimin who has yet to recover from his laughter.

Falling into line with the countless others clad in silver and green robes, Taehyung is lost in his thoughts as he climbs up to the stands. He ignores the cheers of Gryffindors that echo around the pitch as they wait for the match to begin, simply focusing on putting one foot in front of the other.

The wind catches him off-guard when he finally emerges at the top of the stands, whipping through his hair and making his eyes water. A few fellow Slytherins wave at him, which Taehyung returns but goes up to his typical spot. There’s an empty spot beside him which Yoongi will fill once he gets up here.

“Alright everybody, would ya sit down already? Pipe down, pipe down!” A clear voice cuts through the crowd and manages to silence even the unruly Gryffindors. It’s Joslyn, one of the commentators and your best friend.

“What my co-host meant to say-” Yeonjun begins, but Joslyn cuts him off.

“Oi, when I ask for a translation you can speak, otherwise keep your mouth shut and watch and learn.” A rumble of laughter graces the pitch, although Taehyung spots a few younger Slytherins looking annoyed that Joslyn interrupted Yeonjun like that.

“Do I even get to speak?”

Joslyn’s sigh is projected out to the spectators, and Taehyung can almost see her long-suffering expression from this side of the pitch. “Yes, Yeonjun. Go ahead and announce the starting lineup, you twat.”

Clearing his throat, Yeonjun begins to announce the starting lineup for Slytherin. With each name the crowd only gets louder and louder, although Taehyung is surprised to see the Gryffindor spectators remaining completely silent.

As Slytherin team stalks out onto the field, the cries only grow louder. Then, Yeonjun gets to the best part.

“And finally, your seventh year seeker, the man about to leave a legacy on the field…Park Jimin!”

Taehyung jumps to his feet with the rest of the crowd, yelling and screaming for his friend. He can’t help but feel a surge of pride for him, knowing just how hard Jimin has worked to be as talented as he is now.

“Alright, yeah, great. Welcome to the field, everyone. Now, let’s bring ‘em out!” Joslyn’s words have some sort of sway over the silent Gryffindors, because in an instant they’re on their feel and roaring. It’s enough to have even Taehyung blanching a bit, overwhelmed by the sheer volume.

His eyes betray him as the Gryffindor teams strolls out onto the field, as he instantly seeks you out. He’s unsure why he always does it; it must be a habit. It’s fairly easy to find you, your red hair acting as a beacon.

You’re beaming as Joslyn announces each player, hopping onto your broom for a complementary lap around the pitch. “Next up is one half of the star studded beater duo; you won’t want to get on the wrong side of that bludger now do ya, eh Jiminie?” Joslyn gloats from her viewpoint at the commentator’s station, but all Taehyung can see is how you maneuver your broom with ease, coming around to tap your bat against Jin’s and exchange some words that have him laughing.

“Make some noise for Fire!”

The crowd grows impossibly louder, which even has some Slytherins groaning. Taehyung bites back an amused smile, all too proud of the fact that the nickname he coined for you all those years ago has held strong. It’s his single victory over you, and one he’s not going to be letting go of anytime soon.

His eyes still trained on you as you throw your head back and laugh. You wave to the Gryffindors up in the stands like some celebrity, and Taehyung watches as they all wave back.

“That one’s a cocky little redhead,” someone remarks from the row in front of Taehyung. “Thinks just because she’s in with Seokjin and Jungkook that she can walk all over us.”

Someone else pipes up beside them, chuckling a little as they mockingly wave in your direction. “I’m willing to bet she begs Joslyn to talk her up at games.”

“Oh, without a doubt.”

Something stirs in the pit of Taehyung’s stomach, and he’s just about to lean forward and say something – anything – when he feels a light hand on his shoulder. Turning back, he sees Yoongi at his side, giving him a small shake of the head.

Right.

Can’t have Kim Taehyung standing up for his arch nemesis. People will think he’s gone mad.

           Judging from the way he can hardly rip his eyes away from you, he wonders if he went mad a long, long time ago.

           Joslyn has finished announcing Seokjin – the team captain and other beater – and Jungkook, the seeker. It’s finally time for the game to begin.

--

           “Everyone, gather round!” Jin yells, huddling up before the game begins. “Can everyone hear me?”

           You nod, even though the sound of everyone cheering is ringing in your ears. Emotions are running high for this match, it appears. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you lean forward on your broom to catch what Jin is saying.

           “Now, I can’t lie and say that this is going to be a walk in the park,” he looks each team member in the eye, his typically jovial expression suddenly solemn. “We’re going to have to push, hard. We can’t let up for a single second, or else Slytherin will find the chink in our armor and hit us hard and fast.”

           He looks across to you, and you can tell exactly what he’s thinking. Probably because it’s the same thing on your mind. Clearing your throat, you venture to speak up. “This game sets the tone for the entire season. Play like it’s your last.”

           And for you and Jin, this really is. Your final season, your final match against Slytherin.

           “Quick and clean guys,” Jin says. “Let’s show them what it means to wear red and gold.” Your teammates roar beside you, leaning in to cheer before dispersing to their proper positions. Jungkook zooms off to wherever he’s needed, and Jin hovers in front of you for a moment. He gives you a small smile that you instantly recognize as nostalgia.

           The two of you have spent countless hours on this pitch together, honing your skills to become the best beater duo since the Weasley twins took to the sky. Now, your time here is running out. Gently, you reach out and tap your bat against his.

“Let’s kill ‘em, Kim.” You smile at the sound of the crowd piping up again.

           Jin’s returning smile is almost frightening. “By all means, after you.”

--

           Chaos ensues. Taehyung watches from the stands, mouth agape as he watches each team maneuver their way to victory. He watches the way you and Jin work together in tandem, how you mercilessly attack the Slytherin chasers one bludger at a time.

           It’s terrifying.

           Taehyung has always known that you love to win. That’s been his source of entertainment through all these years being stuck in classes with you, watching you go above and beyond to beat him. You never do in Potions, but he hates to admit that you’ve got him beat in Transfiguration and Charms. However, as Taehyung watches how you clench your jaw and send a Slytherin chaser flying with a well-aimed bludger, he realizes the reason behind your competitive personality might not be because of you feel as though you must do the best you can for your house.

           No, Taehyung muses, smirking ever so slightly as you fly overhead, accidentally meeting his curious eyes as you zoom past. You’re not doing this solely for Gryffindor pride.

           You’ve got something to prove, don’t you?

           Indeed, as you lean forward on your broom, pushing it impossibly faster as you chase a wary Slytherin, Taehyung can see right through you.

           You’ll do anything to win. Now more than ever.

           Perhaps you should have been a Slytherin, after all. Smiling to himself, he tucks this newfound weakness away for safe keeping. He’ll find a way to use it to his advantage, he’s sure of it.

           “You look happy with yourself,” Yoongi mutters. Taehyung is surprised he can even hear him over the din of the crowd. Turning, he shrugs at his friend.

           “Just enjoying the game.”

           Yoongi snorts. “Right.”

           “What?”

           “Nothing. You’ve just got your scheming face on, that’s all.”

           Taehyung blinks, recomposing himself with a chuckle. “No scheming here, Yoongs.”

--

           Jimin ends up catching the snitch, however Gryffindor wins. In the end, his efforts aren’t enough to secure a victory against his biggest rivals.

           It’s enough to fill you with glee for the following weeks. Despite the tough season, you can’t help but recall the high you felt during that game. It’d been one of your best yet, nobody could argue that.

           The weeks carry on, and rumors of the Triwizard tournament continue to grow. You pay them no mind, getting lost in your daily routine. Which is as follows:

 Wake up early

 Grab food from the nearly empty Great Hall

 Sneak out to the pitch to practice flying

 Come back in time for class

 Ignore Kim Taehyung

 Ignore him some more

 Resent him for no reason other than being good at potions

And then the cycle begins again.

The only thing that throws you off is the drastic change to the quidditch schedule.

“What is this?” You call out one evening, marching into the Gryffindor common room with a piece of parchment in hand. “Have you seen this?”

Joslyn sits at one of the far tables, nose in her textbook. She doesn’t look up as you approach, scrambling to write something down first. “What happened now? Did Taehyung slip you a love note or something?”

“I- what, no!” You shudder at the thought, slamming the parchment down on the table for her to see. “The quidditch season! They’ve shortened it!”

    This finally has Joslyn looking up. “Whaddya mean they’ve shortened it; they can’t do that.”

“Well, apparently they already have!”

    She takes the parchment in hand, eyes growing wide as she sees that you’re telling the truth. “What the…why would they-” Joslyn gasps, looking up at you. “Do you think this means that the rumors are true?”

“What rumor- oooh.” Your eyes gloss over and Joslyn pulls out a seat for you, chuckling as you plop down a second later. “I mean…that would explain it.”

“That’s why they were starting quidditch so early this year.”

“Yeonjun’s dad complaining about international travel…”

“It’s a bit odd, though, isn’t it?” Joslyn mumbles, resting her chin on her hands. “That Hogwarts might be hosting it again after all these years.”

You sit back, staring out the window. Suddenly the quidditch season feels very small. “The last time they did was with Harry Potter, wasn’t it?” Joslyn nods. You take a long look around the common room that once held the world’s most famous wizard and his friends. Legends once sat where you sit, flew where you flew.

“I want…” you take a deep breath, voicing what you’ve kept buried deep down for so long. “I want to be great. I want to be like him.”

Joslyn chuckles, reaching out to pat your arm. “I’m afraid you lack the emotional baggage, dear.”

You force a laugh as well, knowing that it’s true. Of course you don’t want to go through the same pain he did, but is it too much to ask to be remembered for something?

           Maybe the Triwizard Tournament – the first since 1994 – will be the way to do it.

--

           As soon as the quidditch season ends, the rumors are confirmed.

           You’re too upset still about Ravenclaw winning the championship to act as excited as everyone else, but you can’t help but ooh and ah over the arrival of students from other schools. In fact, amidst your initial shock over the fact that this is actually happening and eyeing a couple of the Durmstrang boys, you nearly forget about Taehyung. For the first few days, you experience blissful reprieve from his sidelong stares and snarky remarks.

           Until today, that is.

           You’re just packing up and getting ready to leave your potions class when Taehyung sidles up beside you. Grinding your teeth, you continue packing up.

           “You know, I heard a rumor about you the other day.”

           His voice is silky soft, so different from the teasing manner he usually confronts you with. “What’s your angle now, Taehyung?” You ask, refusing to look at him as you start heading toward the door.

           Taehyung keeps up easily, rushing ahead of you to skip up the stairs. “Just curiosity. I want to see if it’s true, that’s all.”

           A few classmates look at the two of you with interest in their eyes, chattering amongst themselves. As you clear the stairs, you pass a huddle of Durmstrang boys. Elbowing Taehyung out of the way, you offer them your prettiest smile.

           “Well?” You ask, cheeks heating when one of the boys smiles back. His eyes follow you down the hallway, and you turn to see if Taehyung is still there.

           He is, just a couple of steps behind you. He’s stuck glaring at the Durmstrang boy, which makes you chuckle. Taehyung faces you again at the sound, eyes wide for a moment before he’s slipping back into his arrogant persona. If you blink, you’ll miss the change.

           “Is it true that you’re going to put your name into the Goblet of Fire?”

           You blink. Not that you’ve announced your intentions to the entire school, but who would pass up on the opportunity? “…why wouldn’t I?” Skirting around a gaggle of Beauxbatons, you don’t miss the way one brunette nudges her friend as Taehyung approaches. You can’t hear what they’re saying, but their pink cheeks and giggles say enough.

           “Ladies,” Taehyung greets, offering them a crooked smile.

           “Hello Tae,” the brunette croons. You raise your brows at the interaction, laughing to yourself as you pause beside the group. The girls observe you with open curiosity, and you wonder if any of the Hogwarts girls have befriended them. Perhaps they feel too insecure to do so, when they all look like models.

           Patting Taehyung’s shoulder, you offer them a sickly sweet smile. “He’s not worth it, trust me. But those guys,” you turn to point at the Durmstrang boys you smiled at earlier, “were actually just talking about how pretty you are.”

           The brunette goes to open her mouth, but Taehyung beats her to it. “That’s sweet Fire, but these are women. They want a man who looks past the surface. Isn’t that right, Adélie?”

           It would appear that the brunette’s name is Adélie, because she’s the one that answers. “Tae, I didn’t realize-”

           “You’re right, Tae,” you spit out his nickname, turning to face him completely now. He runs a hand through his hair, his crooked smile only growing. “They want a man, any ideas on where to find one?”

           Adélie clears her throat, but it’s lost on you as Taehyung laughs drily, stepping toward you. “You’re looking at one, sweetheart.”

           “Excusez-moi, but I think class is starting soon-”

           “Really? All I see is a boy playing dress-up.” You lift your chin up, looking directly into those dangerously dark eyes. Taehyung tilts his head, eyes boring into your soul.

           “Don’t lie, you see exactly what I want you to see.”

           “Is that so?” You mimic him, also tilting your head to one side. Your hair cascades around your shoulders at the movement, and you watch as Taehyung eyes track your every breath. “What, exactly, am I supposed to be seeing then?” The hallway is getting quieter, but you assume that’s because you’re so focused on Taehyung that you can’t focus on anything else.

           For a moment you watch his chest rise and fall. When you realize that you’re torn between shoving it and falling against it, you take a step back. Startled, you look up to see his eyes no longer on yours but glued to your mouth.

           “I-” the words get caught in his throat, refusing to cooperate. Taking a deep breath, he goes to try again.

           “Oi!” Both of you jump as a voice comes ringing down the hallway, and you turn to see your potions professor, Professor Davies walking your way. “What are you two doing? Aren’t you supposed to be in your next class?”

           Breaking out of your reverie, you look around the hallway to see it empty. Taking another step away from Taehyung, you scramble for an explanation. “I- uh,” you take a few steps back, scratching the back on your head. “We were just-”

           “We were just talking,” Taehyung mumbles from where he’s still frozen.

           Professor Davies blinks at you, eyes darting back and forth between you and Taehyung. He scratches at his beard, contemplating. “You two…talk?”

           “No!” You shout.

           “Yes,” Taehyung replies, frowning at you. “Er…sometimes. About potions.”

           This is even harder for your professor to believe. “About potions? I never took you for a potions fanatic, Fire.”

           “I’m her tutor, that’s why.”

           You go utterly still, staring at Taehyung like he’s grown a second head. The boy simply stares right back, daring you to refute his claim. When Professor Davies turns to you with a questioning gaze, you shrug your shoulders.  

“He’s annoying, but good at potions. And what with N.E.W.T.s this year…” you trail off, looking up at your professor with bated breath. The last thing you want is for points to be taken from Gryffindor because you were busy having an argument with Taehyung.

To your eternal horror, Professor Davies looks utterly delighted. Clapping his hands together, he strolls over to pat Taehyung on the back. “What a splendid idea!” He shouts, making Taehyung wince and you snicker. You pretend to not notice the glare he sends your way.

“You really think so?” You ask hesitantly. “It was really more of a oh I’ll help you with your notes kind of thing anyways, not super honest if you ask me, but hey, he wanted to help.”

“Is that true, Taehyung?” Professor Davies frowns at his star student. “That doesn’t sound like you at all.”

“No, it doesn’t, does it?” Taehyung’s eyes continue in their task of murdering you with a single look before he’s addressing the professor again. “We were actually just discussing what we could possibly do to take tutoring to the next level.”

Professor Davies grins, grabbing a bundle of keys from his pocket and jingling them in the air. “Mind if I make a few suggestions?”

--

“You what?” Joslyn nearly chokes on her dinner when you tell her the news. “Is this supposed to be some sort of joke?”

Groaning, you let your head fall into your hands. “No! I’m dead serious!”

It’s at this moment that Jin strolls in, eyes lingering on the Ravenclaw table until he nearly crashes into your own table. Laughing, you scoot over to make room for him. “Something caught your eye?”

Jin’s ears are a little red, but he’s quick to shake his head. “Er…no. No, not at all. Why, what’s going on?”

Joslyn beats you to the punch, leaning across the table to whisper excitedly, “Fire’s got a tutor for potions now, guess who it is?”

Jin looks at you with a half-smile before it slips into a look of horror. “No, don’t tell me it’s-”

“Taehyung!” Joslyn whisper-shrieks. “This idiot somehow managed to get herself roped into evening tutoring sessions with the man she hates the most, can you believe it?”

“Yah, be quiet!” You hiss, looking around defensively. When your eyes travel over to the Slytherin table, you’re relieved to see Taehyung lost in conversation with a worried-looking Jimin. Hopefully he’s got bigger worries on his mind than tutoring you tonight after dinner.

Professor Davies had gifted Taehyung with a copy to the classroom and storage closet key, looking giddy when he explained that we wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning up the workstation anymore. No, he’d gifted that riveting opportunity to you two.

“I take your education very seriously, Fire,” he’d said when he handed the key over to Taehyung. “I expect you to carry out at least three sessions a week, understood? I’ll be checking in on you to make sure you’re understanding the material properly.”

You had gulped at the prospect of being stuck in the dungeon classroom for three nights a week with the boy you’d been so desperately trying to avoid this year. “But sir, when are we supposed to have these sessions? We’re both busy, what with the Triwizard tournament and all-”

“Busy? I’m not busy. I’ve got all the time in the world,” Taehyung crooned, looking smug. Professor Davies smiled at his star pupil.

“You can spare an hour after dinner, can’t you?”

Glowering up at the professors that sit at the head of the Great Hall, you wonder what the consequences might be if you skip out on your first night of tutoring. The only thing you want to do is throw your name into the Goblet of Fire, sitting directly in front of the professor’s table.

Indeed, there are a few students that wander up to it throughout dinner, tossing their names in. Scattered applause meets them each time, a few loud cheers coming from the Slytherin table when Park Jimin throws his name in. To be honest, the boy looks sick to his stomach when he sits back down again, but you don’t give it much thought.

“Do you have any parchment?” You ask Joslyn, who shakes her head. “I need a quill. Jin?” Your met with another shake of the head. Sighing, you get up from the table and head toward the exit.

Most of the classrooms are locked by this time of night, but you’re sure you can find some parchment somewhere without having to go all the way back to the common room. Determined to submit your name tonight, you don’t hear footsteps behind you until an all too familiar voice calls out to you.

“Eager for our first lesson I see.”

Jaw clenching, you whip around to face Taehyung, stumbling back when you see how close he is. “AH!” You clutch your chest in an effort to calm your beating heart. “Why are you following me?!”

Taehyung chuckles, shifting on his feet. You notice that he’s not wearing his robes anymore, opting to fold them over his arm. You haven’t seen him very often in just his button down shirt and tie.

Perhaps that’s a good thing.

“Last I checked, we have a session tonight, don’t we?” Taehyung feigns offense. “Don’t tell me you already forgot.”

Practically spitting fire at him by now, you turn on your heel and resume your desperate search for parchment. “How could I possibly forget when you live to remind me?”

Taehyung’s deep laugh has no amusement in the sound, sending shivers down your spine. “You know, I think this is the most we’ve ever spoken in a single day.”

“Is it as horrible an experience for you as it is for me?” When it’s silent, you glance over your shoulder to see Taehyung already looking at you, just three steps behind. “No?”

“I would have used the word atrocious, but sure.”

Snorting, you try another classroom only to find it locked. “I wasn’t aware that your vocabulary stretched that far.” Pushing against the door, you take out your wand, deciding that unlocking it magically might be worth the consequences instead of continuing this mad search.

Taehyung reaches out, lowering your wand. “What are you doing?”

“Getting parchment so I can throw my name into the Goblet of Fire, what does it look like I’m doing?”

“Er…breaking into a classroom? When I literally have a key to one?” He pulls the key out of his pocket for effect, nodding back at the hallway. “Potions classroom is this way, darling.”

Offering him a saccharine smile, you make sure to step on his foot as you turn to walk down the hallway. “My hero.”

--

Taehyung doesn’t know what was going through his head when he claimed to be your potions tutor, but he certainly wasn’t expecting this to be the outcome.

Following you around like a lost puppy while you rush to the potions classroom, sighing when he takes too long to open the door. You head straight toward the workstation, ripping off a bit of parchment and dipping a quill in ink.

Taehyung watches as you carefully write out your name, a little surprised to see your actual name for once. He’s gotten so used to calling you Fire that he almost forgot your actual name.

“Ok!” You blow on the parchment, hoping to dry the ink faster. “Now-”

“Now we study,” Taehyung interjects. He crosses his arms, smirking at your confused expression.

“No, now I go submit my name for the Triwizard tournament!”

“Cute, but no.” He gestures to a desk at the front of the classroom. “Take a seat. Let’s begin.”

--

“You-”

“Watch your tone.” Taehyung traces the rim of the cauldron with one long, deft finger and arches a brow. “Now, shall we start again?���

You glare at the boy, red coloring your vision. Taehyung doesn’t waver under your gaze, simply waiting for you to begin again. This tutoring session has turned into an all-out verbal brawl.

Eventually, you glance at the clock on the wall and sigh. “It’s getting late,” you mumble, hoping to appeal to his softer side.

“Funny, I don’t recall asking for the time.”

Oh, right. He doesn’t have a softer side.

Rookie mistake.

“You...” you look around for something to throw at him, but realize that you’ll get into more trouble if you start throwing random objects at the Potions professor’s star student. Finally, you land on the sight of his green and silver tie. “You look hideous in green.”

Taehyung’s marble-like expression cracks as he gasps, shock written on his face. “Well you look horrible in red!”

You jump up from your seat, gathering up your books in a rush. “That’s it! I- I can’t stand you!” Nearly tripping over the desk behind you, you make for the door.

“Oh-ho, that’s rich coming from you,” Taehyung has also risen from his seat, and now rushes toward the door in order to block off your exit. “You think I wanted to get stuck down here, tutoring some arrogant Gryffindor that doesn’t even know how to brew a simple Sleeping Draught?”

You’re close to the door now, reaching for the knob just as Taehyung jumps in front of you and presses his back to the door. He’s panting, and you realize that you must be, too.

Black hair mussed, eyes wide as he stares down at you. His mouth is half-open, ready to come up with some stupid insult just to annoy you.

And there’s that stupid freckle on his nose that you can’t help but always notice.

“I am done, Taehyung. Done. What don’t you understand about that? I still have to put my name into the Goblet of Fire, I have homework from transfiguration to take care of-”

“I’ll do it.”

You blink, not quite sure you heard what you did. “You- what? No, I’m not asking for homework help, I’m leaving.”

Taehyung doesn’t budge, and it’s only now that it strikes you how much taller he is than you. You’ve only ever looked down on him before, glaring at him from your broom as he jeers in the stands.

“No, you’re not.” His voice has dropped, matching the dark interior of the dungeons. It draws you in, making you sway on your feet. “We finish the job, and then you can run away to your little tower.”

You take a single step back and watch as Taehyung steps forward, never letting you move out of reach. But he doesn’t touch you. No, despite the way his hands are fidgeting at his sides, he doesn’t reach out to you.

His eyes reflect what you see: an invisible line, drawn between the two of you for years now.

You- you want to cross it.

Biting down on the inside of your cheek, you take another step back and grin savagely when he mirrors your movement once more.

“We finish the job,” you parrot his words, “And then you can crawl back to your dungeon.”

The wooden edge of your desk presses into your back as you realize that you’ve retreated all the way back to where you began. Taehyung steps up closer, invading your space as he reaches behind your back.

He’s so close it’s suffocating, like his very presence sucks up all the air in the room. You need oxygen, and you’re afraid that the only way to get it is through him.

Taehyung produces the cauldron from where you’d left it on the desk, pressing it into your hands with a smug look.

“With pleasure.”

In the end, it takes you over an hour to brew the Sleeping Draught. You nearly knock the cauldron over at one point, feeling extra jumpy around Taehyung. He doesn’t say anything when you faulter, opting to reach out and steady the cauldron while keeping his eyes trained on the liquid inside. It’s clear he’s lost in his thoughts, sometimes not even hearing you when you ask a question.

By the time you’ve completed the task, you’ve nearly forgotten about the Goblet of Fire. The only thing on your mind is getting out of here as soon as possible. Keen on putting distance between you and Taehyung, you clean the workstation in record time, scurrying out the door as he holds it open for you. By the time you make it up the stairs, you can feel his eyes on your back. The sensation pushes you forward, only stopping when Taehyung calls your name.

“Aren’t you going to put your name in?”

Delving your hands into your pockets, you groan when you realize you must have left the parchment down in the classroom. “I’ll just have to grab it tomorrow,” you say, unwilling to go back into the classroom at this hour.

Taehyung holds up a finger, grabbing something in his pocket and holding it up in the air. “You were in such a rush, it’s no wonder you forgot this.” In his hand is your little strip of parchment with your name on it. He nods down the dark corridor, in the direction of the Great Hall. “Hurry up.”

The hallway is dimly lit, most everyone in their common rooms by this hour of the night. Even though Professor Davies has provided you with a signed paper to provide to any nosy prefects, you can’t help but sneak down the hallway as quietly as possible.

By the time you make it to the Great Hall, your shoulders slump in defeat. “It’s late, Taehyung,” you murmur. “It’s closed now. I’ll just do it in the morning.” Reaching for the parchment he still holds in his hands, you sigh in annoyance when he pulls away.

“Hang on a second, I doubt it’s locked.”

“Taehyung, I’m tired, and I still have to walk clear back to the common room.”

“We’re doing this tonight.”

You roll your eyes, padding after him. “We? Quit being such a brat, and-” your words fall flat when Taehyung presses against the doors and they swing open.

“See?” He looks back at you with a boyish grin. “Told you they wouldn’t be locked.”

The fire coming from the Goblet illuminates Taehyung’s smile, making you pause. His smile falters as you gawk, eventually falling as he grows confused.

“What?”

You shake your head, attempting to snap out of it. “Nothing.” Snatching the ripped parchment from his fingers, you march forward. “You’re just an idiot, that’s all.”

“So eloquent.”

Taehyung remains by the doors as you march toward the Goblet, heart beginning to pound. By the time you finally make it to the outer ring, you hesitate. For some reason, you look back over your shoulder, suddenly wishing you were doing this surrounded by your friends rather than an empty room.

Taehyung’s somber expression doesn’t change, but the way he offers you a little nod gives you all the encouragement you need to step into the ring.

You can feel the age wards passing over you, inspecting you. It’s enough to make you hold your breath, but when nothing happens, you take a shaky step forward. It’s followed by another and another, until you’re standing before the famed Goblet of Fire.

Taking a moment to think of all those who came before you, who put their names into the Goblet and were chosen, you smile.

It’s now or never.

Taking a deep breath, you rise on your tippy-toes and toss your name into the fire. You gasp as it glows blue, accepting the offering before settling back into its reddish hue.

Whirling around with a victorious smile, you jump out of the circle and speed back to Taehyung. He watches your every step, a contemplative look in his eye. When you come to a stop before him, he doesn’t speak. He only observes you for a moment before turning on his heel and disappearing into the hallway.

You follow after him, surprised when he doesn’t turn to head toward the Slytherin common room. Instead of questioning it, however, you simply fall into line beside him, allowing the silence of the castle to wrap around you.

The walk back to the Gryffindor common room is over in a flash, Taehyung never leaving your side as he walks with you through the dark castle. It’s strange, this silence. Almost companionable.

When you make it the final staircase before the portrait of the Fat Lady, Taehyung only goes halfway up the stairs before stopping. You carry on, somehow understanding that this is where his silent vigil ends. It’s only when you’ve whispered the password to the portrait and it swings open that you realize you haven’t said goodnight.

Turning around to bid Taehyung goodnight, the words die out when you see him.

He’s leaning up against the railing, robes still folded over his arm. You hadn’t noticed before, but his tie is loosened and his hair is a mess. He looks up at you with tired eyes, not moving.

Something stirs in your heart, nearly making you call out to him. He looks impossibly soft, so unlike the nuisance of a boy you’ve known all these years. Say something, you chide. Anything.

But instead you turn around, and head inside.

It isn’t until later, when you’re lying in bed staring up at the ceiling that you manage to breathe out the words you’d wanted to say. Joslyn’s soft snores fill up the room, but you turn on your side to stare out at the star-studded sky.

“Goodnight, Tae.”

--

The two of you fall into a pattern over the next few days. Annoyed banter after dinner, locked away in the potions classroom as you labor over different draughts and mixes. Veiled threats that morph into quiet walks back to the Gryffindor common room.

You’re growing to look forward to your study sessions with him when you realize that tonight won’t be like the other nights. Tonight, the Triwizard champions will be decided.

The Great Hall is packed to the brim with students, and despite Joslyn whispering something to you, you can’t quite focus. Your eyes are on the Goblet of Fire, silently pleading with it.

“Are you even listening to me?”

You blink, tearing your gaze away long enough to catch sight of Joslyn’s amused expression. “Erm…yes?”

“Well then, what did I just say to you?”

Your cheeks flush pink, and you chuckle nervously. “Oh, uh…”

“Just as I thought. Pay attention!” Flicking your forehead, Joslyn laughs at your wounded expression. “I’m talking to you about the Yule ball, you idiot!”

“The Yule…”

“Who do you hope asks you?”

Blanching, you fumble for an answer. “Uh, how about…I don’t know there’s that cute Ravenclaw…”

Joslyn arches a brow. “Namjoon? The dude’s about as coordinated as a mermaid on land. That’s who you want to take you to the Yule ball? Where there’s dancing?”

“I don’t know! I was under pressure, so I said the first name that came to mind!”

Just as Joslyn goes to interrogate you further, the headmaster rises. “Settle down, settle down!” Everyone falls silent, eager to see who will be selected. “The Goblet of Fire is ready.”

It’s a wonder you don’t pass out from holding your breath for so long. Everyone gasps as the Goblet spits out a name, the headmaster taking it into his hand and looking across at the Beauxbatons. “From the Beauxbatons…Adélie Dupont!”

A few moment later another name pops out, the paper a deep red. “For Durmstrang…Alexi Kraft!”

A heavy silence falls over the Great Hall as the Goblet smokes and then spits out the final name. Your heart pounds, leaning on the edge of your seat as you pray for your name to be called. People start whispering as the headmaster looks down at the name, eyebrows raising in surprise. They’re whispering is so loud, competing with the sound of your beating heart, you can hardly hear-

The room erupts into cheers, and you’re rising from your seat with everyone else, grabbing onto Joslyn. “Who did it pick? Who was it?” You ask her frantically. “I didn’t hear, who-”

Your eyes follow to where Joslyn points, and you watch with a sinking feeling as a Hufflepuff girl makes her way to the front. You’re in a daze, plopping back down on the bench.

There’s some commotion, some laughter. Someone says something about Jimin making a fool of himself, going after the Hufflepuff girl, but you’re too dazed to make sense of it. Instead you sit and stare at your shoes.

The feeling you’d been chasing – glory, accomplishment, doing something worthwhile – slips through your fingertips.

Time passes like molasses, and all you can do is sit there frozen with disappointment. Joslyn tries to get your attention, but you just wave her off, mumbling something about getting up in a second. You’re aware of chatter around you, and the Great Hall slowly emptying, but all you do is sit there and wonder what to do now.

Someone crouches down before you, one large hand wrapping around your ankle. Your eyes land on a freckle on the tip of their nose, and you blink a few times to ascertain that you’re really seeing what you’re seeing.

“It’s time to go,” Taehyung says in a voice so gentle you can hardly recognize it. He tilts his head so he can meet your eyes, and you see a lopsided smile on his face that looks so soft you want to cry.

“But I don’t wanna do potions,” you mumble. Taehyung’s little smile grows at the sound of your complaining.

“C’mon, Fire. Indulge me.”

You wonder if you look as miserable as you feel. Surely you must look a sight, to have Kim Taehyung crouched down before you like you’re some sort of five year old. A wave of shame washes over you, have you really been sitting here sulking all night? You should have been cheering for the Hufflepuff girl, when in reality you’ve been in denial.

Taking a deep breath, you allow Taehyung to pull you to your feet. His look of pride has you chewing on the inside of your cheek, but you let him lead you out of the Great Hall. He stands behind you, gently pushing you forward with quiet strength. A few students linger behind, each of them staring at the two of you with amazement. No doubt there will be rumors spreading like wildfire in the morning.

Taehyung walks you to the potions classroom, unlocking the door and quietly ushering you in. Once inside, he rids himself of his robes and sets to work rolling his sleeves up. You watch the flick of his wrists, wondering if you’re living out every teenage witch’s dream in this very moment. Alone in the dungeon classroom with Kim Taehyung, who has his undivided attention set solely on you.

You’re about to make some snarky remark about it when Taehyung looks your way, his hair falling into his eyes. Just like that, you’re transported back to third year. Losing to Slytherin in quidditch, and Taehyung watching you as you failed. Deriving amusement out of your shame, sending you spiraling into a desire to prove yourself ever since.

Here you are, four years later. There’s nothing left to prove. No more chances to make a name for yourself outside of the one Taehyung coined for you.

He’s there, for every failure.

The fact that you’re never going to win settles over you, sinking into your bones until you’re drowning with it. As Taehyung opens his mouth to say something to you, all you can hear is the sound of the students in the Great Hall cheering for a Triwizard champion that isn’t you.

--

“You’ll probably want to take those off,” Taehyung motions at your robes. “We’ve got a lot of work to do, and I wouldn’t want your robes to get ruined.”

He’s surprised when you numbly you obey him, draping your robes over the nearest table. Once he notes that you’re ready to go, Taehyung lists off a few ingredients for you to grab. Again, you do so wordlessly.

Rather than sit there and watch you moving about the classroom, he decides to busy himself with pulling up the correct ingredient instructions and setting up the worktable. His mind is busy going twenty different directions; mainly thinking about the consequences of his actions should he be found out.

“Ready?” He asks when you reappear at his side, laying down the ingredients. You nod, still not saying a word. Ignoring the pang of worry that cuts through him, Taehyung nudges you with his elbow and musters his best annoying smirk. “What, you’re not even going to cuss me out for not telling you what we’re up to?”

Shrugging, you fiddle with the front of your sweater. “Just tell me.”

Grabbing the book and placing it in front of your nose, Taehyung waits for your eyes to focus in on the name of the potion before speaking. “Felix Felicis. Also known as ‘Liquid Luck’. Have you heard of it?”

Your eyes widen in recognition, and for a moment the disappointed expression on your face is replaced with confusion. “Isn’t that like, illegal to brew?”

“Illegal is a strong word. Try…discouraged.” Your dry laugh gives Taehyung a bit of extra hope. “So, to begin, we’ll need to add Ashwinder egg and horseradish to the cauldron, putting it on low.”

“Taehyung.”

“You remember how to put the cauldron on low heat, right? It’s just a simple incendio spell-”

“Taehyung, I don’t think…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” He knows he’s rambling, but he can’t help it. He can’t stop it when you’re looking like that. He just wants to make it better. “While you take care of that, I’ll get the squill bulb and juice it. See here, it says to stir vigorously, so be prepared for that as soon as I get the bulb juiced, alright?”

“Taehyung!” You take the book from him, forcing him to look at you. Your eyes are wide, and to Taehyung’s horror, they’re filling up with tears. “Stop it!”

He opens his mouth only to close it again, resembling a fish out of water. “I- I just want to help-”

“There’s nothing left to help!” You shout, making him wince. “I missed my chance, alright? I don’t want your pity, so stop looking at me like that!”

“Pity? You think this is pity?” Taehyung rubs his hands over his face, wondering if this is all just a bad dream. “I don’t pity you, Fire, I just want to make it better!”

The hurt from earlier turns to anger as you laugh. There’s no warmth in the sound, and for the first time since arriving at Hogwarts, Taehyung feels a chill in the dungeons. “A bottle of luck isn’t going to make everything ok again! Why are we even keeping up this façade anymore? It’s not like anybody’s watching! Just- just leave me alone!” Your voice breaks, sending Taehyung into a whirlwind of emotions. He can see you on the other side, but he can’t quite reach you, no matter how hard he tries.

Why can’t he just pull you into his arms?

“Fire,” he begins softly, as though speaking to a wounded animal. “Just tell me what’s going on. I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s broken, right?”

“Why.”

Taehyung blinks, taken aback by your icy tone. “Why, what?”

Despite being taller than you, Taehyung suddenly feels very small as you glare up at him. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Sucking in a sharp breath, you snarl, “What do you even want from me, Taehyung?”

Those final words echo through his head like a gong. What do you even want from me? He’s stunned into silence as he sees a tear slip down your cheeks, followed quickly by another.

“Fire, I…wait, where are you going?”

You’re already marching toward the door, practically ripping in off its hinges in the process. “Out.”

“Wait, we just need a second to breathe, come back-”

Turning on your heel, Taehyung watches as your knuckles turn white clutching the edge of the door. Your voice trembles as you try to contain yourself long enough to speak.

“I can’t win, Tae.” The nickname makes him stumble forward, his body begging him to close the distance between you two. “We lost the quidditch season. My n-name didn’t get pulled out of the Goblet. My friends are talented – I mean, look at Jungkook! One of the best seekers Hogwarts has seen in a long time. And then Jin just had to be captain and Head Boy at the same time, because he’s good at everything he does. Everyone loves Joslyn, I swear she even has that Yeonjun kid half in love with her.”

He’s moving closer now, coming to a stop before you. His hand reaches out to rest atop yours against the door frame. Despite the circumstances, Taehyung can’t help but feel a bolt of electricity as he feels your warm hand under his.

“A-and then you’re this potions genius that has half the school swooning and the other half envying you. But no matter what I do,” you wipe away your tears angrily, huffing when pushes your hand away to gently wipe the tears on his own. As you look up at him with you wide, teary eyes, Taehyung knows the picture of you will be burned into his memory for a long time to come.

“No matter what I do,” you repeat, quieter this time. Almost like the fight has gone out of you. “You’re always there to see me fail.”

When you pull you hand out from under his, Taehyung knows he lost. He reaches out to you, but you’ve already retreated back a few steps. “Fire, you’re not a failure.” You’ve turned around now, already halfway up the stairs. Why can’t he move?

“Fire, please don’t leave. I know I’m an idiot, can’t we agree on that and move past this?”

But you’re already gone.

--

You don’t speak to Kim Taehyung after that, and he doesn’t speak to you. Students whisper amongst themselves in your shared potions class when you walk in, but you pay them no mind. Instead, you throw yourself into your studies.

Your short time with Taehyung’s tutoring sessions prove to be quite helpful when papers and exams pop up. You suppose you should thank him, but your throat closes up every time you see him.

Weeks pass, and the first trial approaches. People buzz with the ideas of what it may be, but you don’t participate in the gossip. You’re not sure if you’ve ever spent so much time in the library before, nose shoved into some random book. You don’t even notice one evening when a certain Slytherin approaches your table in the library, dropping off a set of Gryffindor robes and walking away before you’ve even looked up.

You turn just in time to see familiar black curly hair rounding a corner before turning back to the robes. You realize that they must be the set you left behind that night of your argument. Funny, it’s been weeks, but you hadn’t noticed that they’d gone missing.

Later that night, when you make it back to your room, you throw the robes onto your bed only for a slip of paper to flutter out. Double checking that Joslyn is asleep, you grab it and read what it says.

For the days you feel down on your luck.

-       KTH

Eyes widening, you feel along the inside of the robes, holding your breath. When you come across something small and hard, you pause. Then, you pull out the small vial with transparent, silvery liquid.

Felix Felicis.

“So he brewed it after all,” you mumble. Joslyn stirs in her bed at the sound of your voice, but by the time she opens her eyes, you’ve hidden the vial in your nightstand drawer.

“Fire? You going to bed?”

“Yeah, Jos. Goodnight.”

She smiles sleepily at you. “Night.”

--

The first trial passes. You went to it, enjoying it just as much as everyone else. It was a pleasant surprise to see the Hufflepuff girl win, retrieving the golden egg from her dragon the fastest. However, as the weeks progressed, you began to wish you could face a dragon rather than what lay before you.

The Yule Ball.

Hogwarts was alight with giddy teenagers, each of them dying for someone to ask them to the dance. You keep your head down as you hurry through the halls, simultaneously hoping that you’ll blend in with the wall and wishing that someone might ask you to the ball.

Joslyn is nearly bouncing off the walls when she comes to dinner the night before the ball, whispering to you about how Yeonjun asked her to the dance.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” you choke out, glancing sidelong at the Slytherin boy who chatters animatedly with his friends.

“Neither was I! But I can’t wait. I’ve been wanting to go out with him all year.”

This takes you by complete surprise. “Y-you have? I thought you hated him!”

Joslyn smirks at you, nudging your side. “It’s a thin line between love and hate, you know.”

Eyes still trained on the Slytherin table, you find yourself looking for the dark-haired boy that so often occupies your thoughts. “Huh.” He’s not there, which shouldn’t bother you, but it does. “Do you really think so?”

--

The day of the Yule ball is a flurry of silks and glass, people rushing to and fro with last minute preparations. You help Joslyn get ready, her smile contagious when she looks at herself in the mirror.

“You sure you don’t want to come? You don’t have to have a date, you know. Plenty of people are going stag.”

In reality, you want nothing more than to go to the dance. But you hide your frown, shrugging instead. “Gotta study for N.E.W.T.s anyways. Just let me know how it goes, alright?”

Joslyn studies your features for a moment before leaning in to give you a hug. “I’ll be there for you if you decide to come, alright? I mean, if I were you I wouldn’t want to miss it. Word on the street is Beomgyu asked the Beauxbatons champion to the ball. What a pair.”

You can’t help but laugh at the idea, appalled that Adélie went from Taehyung to 4th year Beomgyu. Of course, she probably wanted nothing to do with Taehyung after your scene in the hallway all those months ago.

“Maybe I’ll pop in later,” you supply. Joslyn grins, snapping her fingers as she remembers something.

“Oh! Just in case you do decide to go…” she produces a silver dress, holding it up for you to see. “I think this would suit you.”

Mouth agape, you reach out to run your fingertips along the shining fabric. It’s soft to the touch, shimmering like the night sky. “It’s…it’s beautiful.”

“See?” Joslyn hangs it up on the post of your bed. “Perfect for you.”

--

You stare at the dress for what feels like hours, until you recall what you have in your nightstand drawer. Grabbing the Felix Felicis out, you hold it up to the light.

You could drink it. Don the beautiful gown and waltz down to the ball, maybe steal the show. Nobody would know that you were actually under the effects of the powerful potion. Maybe you’d manage to catch the eye of a Durmstrang boy.

Or better yet, you might manage to steal Taehyung away from his date.

Not that you know he’s there. You just assume he is, since almost every other 7th year is. No doubt he’s got a beautiful Beauxbatons girl on his arm, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

The thought of it has been driving you mad for weeks, but you bury it down. You have no right to him. Whatever you had going on during the beginning of the year is over.

And yet…the memory of Taehyung silently walking you back to the common room all those nights is enough to make you ache with the thought of what could have been. A second later, you’re pulling the dress from off the hanger.

Twenty minutes later, you’re completely ready to go, long red hair curled to perfection. The only thought on your mind is the Felix Felicis you have in your hand and the boy who brewed it.

--

Taehyung loosens the tie around his neck and pops open the top button of his collar, sighing in relief when cool air soothes his skin. He closes his eyes for a moment, letting the distant sounds of the Yule ball carry him away.

It’s a beautiful winter night. The sky is clear, and the lake is still, proving to be the perfect canvas for the night sky. That’s what Taehyung focuses on, breathing in deep.

He’d gone to the Yule ball alone, hoping against hope that you’d do the same. But you never showed, leaving him lingering by the doorway as the ball carried on. Sure, a few girls wandered up to him and he was half tempted to give in to their requests for a dance, but he couldn’t leave his post in fear of missing you. So he turned them away, wondering to himself why he was waiting for you when you clearly wanted nothing to do with him.

Eventually, he knew he had to call it a night. Feeling extra sorry for himself as he spied his friends enjoying their evening, Taehyung’s feet carried him away until he found himself at the lake.

It’s cold enough now to make him head back inside, but he freezes when he hears a branch break behind him.

“Oh.”

Whirling around, Taehyung finds himself face to face with an angel.

The moonlight bounces off your silver dress, making you glow as you look at him with wide eyes. You hold something in your hands, but your fist is closed around it so he can’t tell what it is.

“You made me Felix Felicis.” It’s not a question, more of an accusation. Taehyung winces, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m not interested in another argument, if that’s what you’re here for.”

You shake your head, prowling forward. He has half a mind to get out of your way, but you come to a stop before him, eyebrows furrowed as you repeat the statement. “You gave me liquid luck.”

“…I did.”

“And pressed my robes before returning them.”

He blinks; he didn’t think you’d notice. “Yes.”

“A-and you walked me back to the common room after every session.”

Taehyung opens his mouth and closes it again, unsure of what he’s supposed to do in this situation. He still wants to reach out and touch you, even though he knows he’ll be burned. “Of course I did,” he says quietly.

You jab a finger in his chest, making him sway back on his feet. “You…you didn’t go to the ball.”

“No. I couldn’t.” Slowly, he flattens your hand against his chest. “You know I couldn’t.”

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You can feel Taehyung’s racing heart as he flattens your hand against his chest. “You know I couldn’t,” he confesses.

You didn’t mean to end up here. No, you had marched straight to the Yule ball, determined to take a swig of the potion and try your luck. However, as you held the vial in your hands, you couldn’t help but feel that you needed to be rid of Kim Taehyung once and for all.

So you went where you thought you should: to the lake. Determined to throw the liquid luck deep inside, never to be seen again. It was too much of a temptation for you, and it was a reminder of the boy that broke your heart before you even realized he had it.

When you saw him standing before the lake, you wanted to cry. Then you wanted to scream.

Now, you just want.

“Don’t say that,” you order. “Quit trying to confuse me.”

Taehyung doesn’t smirk like you expected him to, instead he’s venturing a step closer until he’s towering over you. The moonlight filters through his hair, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance.

“Are you really that dense?”

You gasp, trying to pull back from him in vain as his free hand grabs your arm, keeping you locked in close. “I am not dense-”

“I have loathed you since I first laid eyes on you,” Taehyung seethes, his gentle demeanor is replaced by fiery anger. “Nobody has ever made me sicker or more frustrated than you. You truly have a talent for pissing people off, did you know that?”

“Likewise.”

His eyes glint at your response. “I don’t know why I did any of those things,” he hisses. “You’ve never done anything for me, hardly ever acknowledge my existence unless it’s to tear me down, and yet I can’t stand being apart from you.” He’s panting now, a wild, desperate look in his eyes that you’re sure you reflect.

He so achingly close, you hate yourself for leaning closer. He does the same, his body warmth seeping into you as he maintains his grip.

“You’re stubborn, selfish, and oblivious. I hate how you have to win at everything, and the way you never believe anything I say to you. I hate how you keep me awake at night when you’re fast asleep without a care in the world,” Taehyung’s words sear through you, and you grab onto his arm to keep your balance. “You never leave my head, just get out of my head for once in your life, Fire, leave me alone!”

His words echo across the lake, too loud for this quiet night. Staring up into his eyes, you see the invisible line you’ve never dared to cross.

There’s too many things you need to say, too many things you need to scream at him. But the only thing that comes out is, “Yeah, well, I hate you, too.”

Shock crosses his features before a crooked grin etches its way onto Taehyung’s face. You can’t help but trace his smile with the tip of your finger. He holds his breath as you do so, blissfully unaware that you can feel his heart thundering against his chest. When you drop your hand from his face, he immediately leans forward, lips mere centimeters from yours.

His eyes are still on yours, that familiar gaze deep enough to swim in. When you feel his hands coming around to trail down the line of your jaw, you let out a shuddery breath.

“Taehyung,” you utter.

He closes his eyes at the sound of his name on your lips. He’s never heard it spoken so gently before, it’s enough to make him want to crumple to the ground. When he finally opens his eyes again, they’re swimming with emotion.

“Please.”

He sounds broken as the word leaves his mouth, but you know what he’s asking for. With one final look into his eyes, you close the distance.

The second your lips meet, Taehyung’s arms encircle you in his grasp and pull you impossibly closer. The kiss is messy and hurried, quickly becoming a battle that has no stakes. Your hands run through his hair and down his chest, frantically touching him after seven years of keeping your distance. Taehyung gasps into your mouth when you pull in his hair, pulling away long enough to breathe and see for himself that this is really happening.

His wet lips and mussed hair are enough to make you weak, accidentally stepping back. He doesn’t let you get far, though, scooping you up and holding you against him. “Again,” he quietly demands, and you give in, lips meeting his with renewed vigor.

Eventually his kisses turn deeper, softer. Sounds begin to filter in, the distant music lighting on your ears as Taehyung plants wet kisses along the bottom of your jaw. “Taehyung,” you whisper. He grunts against your skin in response, making you chuckle. “I just realized something.”

He pulls away, eyes half-closed as he plants a tender kiss on the corner of you mouth. “What might that be?”

“The Felix Felicis, it worked.”

Taehyung stills, fear crossing his expression. “It…wait, you…you drank it? Today? So this…?” He steps away from you as though scalded. “You didn’t really mean to come here and talk to me, it was the stupid potion-” His ranting is cut off by the sound of your laughter, and he turns to you, offended. “This isn’t funny!”

Waving him off, you pull the vial out of the little clutch you dropped it in earlier. “Look, you idiot. I didn’t drink it.” You watch as Taehyung’s shoulders deflate, and step forward to wrap your arms around his middle. Your cheeks heat as he immediately plants a kiss atop your head. “I was going to drink it, but then I realized it wasn’t a good idea. So I came to the lake to throw it in.”

“To throw it- are you kidding me?!” Taehyung’s voice is shrill now, and he pulls away to look at you with wild eyes. “I spent three weeks perfecting that thing, and you were going to throw it in the lake?!”

“But Tae-”

“That’s it, I take it all back. Give me the potion, since you clearly can’t be trusted with it.”

“Taehyung!” You grip the boy’s chin, glaring up at him. “I’m telling you it worked! It led me straight here to you, didn’t it? You’re it. You’re my luck.”

Taehyung blinks, processing his words. Under the pale moonlight, his flushed cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink. “Oh.”

You also grow embarrassed as he looks at you adoringly. “Er, yeah.”

He grows bolder now. “Aw, I’m your luck? That’s adorable, Fire.”

“Don’t make me chuck this in the lake.”

Taking matters into his own hands, Taehyung wrestles the potion from your grip. Despite your protests, he pops the lid open.

“Wait!” You shout. “What are you doing? We could get in serious trouble-”

“We’ll half it,” Taehyung explains, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “I’m feeling lucky tonight, anyways.” Without another word, he downs half the vile, wincing as he smacks his lips. “There! Now you drink.”

He brings the vial to your lips, the action feeling unnecessarily intimate. Slowly, you drink the rest of the liquid. A tingling feeling covers your entire body, making you shiver. Suddenly feeling giddy, you grin up at Taehyung. He grins back, looking nothing short of a maniac.

“Are you cold? Let’s head back inside, crash this party. Who knows, maybe something amazing will happen.”

You do just that, walking back into the Yule ball hand in hand. A few students nearly trip when they see you two, but you pay them no mind. Taehyung leads you to the center of the dance floor, taking you in his arms and beginning to sway.

Nothing special happens. It’s just the two of you, dancing under the faerie lights until the last student has returned to their common room. When the music ends for the night, Taehyung picks up a tune, humming it to you.

The next morning, when students were gossiping about the Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry that had shown up in style at the Yule ball, you realized that maybe the potion did work after all. What luck, to end up together.

Grinning at Taehyung from across the Great Hall at breakfast, you shrugged off people’s questions and opted for a healthy serving of scrambled eggs. You hummed a happy tune to yourself, listening to Joslyn give her report about her date with Yeonjun.

A few moments later the owls flew in with their daily mail, and you were surprised to receive a letter yourself. Frowning, you ripped open the envelope to see a small strip of parchment inside.

Groaning, you threw the parchment down. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Joslyn quickly picked it up and read it aloud.

Potions classroom, 8:30 pm. Don’t be late.

-       Tae-tutor

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°•.《 characters 》.•°

Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi

Tw: Swearing because Sanemi is Sanemi

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I'm definitely gonna binge write this series after watching the movie, I literally cant stop thinking about it--

Send in as much requests as you want!! :))

I do fluff, different AU's, angst and NSFW(we'll see).

Keep in mind, I havent read the manga. I'm caught up to the train Arc and that's it, so try not to spoil anything by requesting characters that havent appeared yet lol

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Holding hands is sort of a need for him-

He's huge with PDA and holding your small hand within his reassures him quite a bit. He never needs to ask to hold your hand, he just grips it whenever and wherever.

I feel like he'll sense when your nervous and be really perceptive, so he'd hold your hand to ground you in a way

It's highly effectve.

"Delicious!" Your energetic boyfriend chirped, eating his takoyaki with fervour and a bright smile.

You ate your own food from across him, shaking your head a little with a slight smile slanting onto your lips.

It's definitely been a long day, so winding down and eating with your amazing boyfriend is definitely a preferable way to end it.

He sort of sensed your stress as you came back from training, sweat sleek across your forehead. And thus, he ran a bath for you and then took you out for dinner to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

He's always had a keen intuition and was brilliant at reading emotions on others. It was a weird super power at this point. But he noticed how relaxed you were now that you were with him, it melted his heart.

His eyes flickered over your expression, his eyes soft with adoration and affection." This is certainly calming after a long day!" He exclaimed happily.

At his jolly aura, you nodded in agreement," Honestly... It's like you have some weird superpower to make me forget about whatever was annoying me. Kinda freaky." You shivered.

Letting out a hearty laugh, the man reached out, interlacing his long fingers with yours suddenly. The warmth of his skin sending goosebumps over your arms.

"I just know you too well! Nothing wrong or freaky about that!" His grin was filled with light.

Your fingers tightened around his, his warm skin seemed to be heating up your own body as well. Thank God, you were beginning to get cold anyways.

"Have I ever told you about how cute your hands are!" It was more of a statement than a question, pulling his hand and your hand closer to him so he could get a better glimpse at your soft hands." So tiny... So soft. It's like I'm being touched by an angel!"

"Geez, you're cheesy."

"You love it~!"

"... Fair point."

•«☔︎ 𝙜𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖 ☔︎»•

Bro I'm sorry, but I dont think he holds your hand much-

I feel like he thinks he doesnt need to show how much he loves you through actions, more so through blunt words.

But he will get the sudden urge to hold your hand every once in a while, so be prepared because he could get the jump on you at any point.

Doesnt like PDA that much, it makes him slightly uncomfortable because it's in public but I feel like he would get used to it later in your relationship.

Ocean-blue eyes stared at you hesitantly as you continued to speak about the new breathing technique you had learned.

Both you and Giyuu were walking peacefully through the garden you had grown over the years, the plants varying in different colours and sizes. They reminded him of you.

Your peaceful personality cued him to remember the petals of the flowers blowing gently in the breeze. Not to mention you smell very distinctly and sweet just like the flowers as well.

But as he walked with you in this haven, he felt pretty agitated and frustated. He hid it well with his usual deapan expressions, but he could feel the pit of the emotions growing bigger.

His hand twitched suddenly when the back of yours brushed against his, his cheeks tinting pink at the abrupt contact.

Gulping, he looked straight ahead with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow.

The atmosphere shifted.

And when you had stopped talking, he knew that you had noticed the harsh shift as well.

"Giyuu?... Are you feeling okay? You look like you're burning up." You questioned out of concern, a worried expression upon your face.

Shaking his head briefly, the ravenette continued to walk with his head staring straight ahead," I feel optimal. Why do you ask?" He was so obviously trying to change the subject.

You frowned a little at the stiff response and opened your mouth to respond but your boyfriend had beaten you to it.

"Let me h-... Hold your... Hand... Please." He uttered, looking down with red cheeks, an embarrassed scowl squirmed on his lips.

You were silent for a long while, making him wait nervously for your answer. What he wasn't expecting was the cute snort of laughter coming from you and grabbing his hand tightly within your own, your other hand wrapping around his forearm like it was a substitute teddy bear.

His cheeks heated up tenfold and he had to look away before you noticed.

"You're such a cutie. You don't need to ask to hold my hand you know?" You teased lightly, nudging him playfully by bumping your hip against his.

"I-it's embarrassing." He retorted.

"Whatever, cutie."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop it."

꧁ꕥ 𝑲𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 ꕥ꧂

She would sooo tease you for wanting to hold her hand-

Like, she would hold it obvi, but she'd tease you about it for a good 5 minutes before finally giving up lol

Flustering you is one of her favourite pastimes, it was what your relationship was built on top of in the first place. Teasing eachother was always a thing you guys did.

But Kocho takes teasing to a MAXIMUM.

It's like you guys are challenging eachother to a tease off and she just refuses to loose. She'd rather die.

Dramatic but true

What a fucking queen-

"Ara, ara~ what was that? You want to hold my hand?" The raven haired woman pressed her hand against her lips, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you." Oh~ How scandalous! You're saying we should do pre-martial hand holding? why, that's practically a crime!"

You deadpanned at your girlfriend's words," Holding your hand is a crime?..."

"Mmhm!"

"But we literally made-out yester-"

She smiled at you passive-aggressively," I'm afraid we can't hold hands until we're married! Too bad!" She sighed, pretending to seem devastated ," How could you suggest we do such a lewd thing? In public, no less! You're quite the little scoundrel, hmm?~"

Your deadpan only deepened," Well then... I guess I'll just have to marry you then, hm? So I can hold your hand for the rest of my life." You chimed out, a slight twinkle in your eye. At the sight of Kocho's cheeks tinting a bright red, you smirked in triumph." Oya~? What's that I see? Is that blush?" You poked her warm cheek affectionately," I think it iiiis~!"

Biting her lip, Kocho scoffed and rolled her eyes," Just because you won doesn't mean you-... Shut up." She huffed out, losing her composure.

" Aha! So I won." You grinned out," I think I deserve a prize for winning for like... the first time." You said that last part quickly.

" You're not getting a kiss, if that's what you're referring to!" She smiled up at you passive aggressively.

Now the win didn't even feel like a win.

I guess, Kocho will always win in the end.

You pouted at her, eyebrows furrowed," You're so petty...." You groaned out, before a cheeky grin crossed over your lips," How about letting me hold your hand instead?"

Kocho stared at your grin with an unimpressed look, before her eyes softened and a gentle smile spread onto her perfect lips." Wipe that cheeky grin off of your face and I might consider it."

A bright smile instantly spread onto your lips and you held out your hand expectantly for her to take it. Her radiant smile only widened and her hand settled into yours, her warm fingers closing over your own as if she was keeping them safe in her hold.

" Now you have to marry me." She stated simply," I want to hold your hand in mine for the rest of my life as well."

᯾༄𖦹.𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 .𖦹༄᯾

BRUUUUH THIS FUCKING MAN-

Ok, so hear me out lol-

I have read up on his character a tiny bit and bro he's such a fucking SOFTY like-

If you were to ask him to hold your hand he'd highkey have to process what you said for like a minute or two before finally agreeing to it lol

He has such a tough-guy exterior when on the inside he's actually really caring to those who are important to him.

Definitely one of those characters who seem like pricks but they like something cute like cats or something-

"Uhm... Sanemi?" You spoke up suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

Your boyfriend broke out of his daze of appreciating your beauty and hummed to let you know that he was listening, picking up some of his uneaten rice with his chopsticks.

"Can... Can I h-hold your hand?"

He choked on the rice he was eating, coughing into his fist and thumping his other hand against his chest to try and get the rice that shot down the back of his throat to go down.

You went to get out of your chair to help him, concern etched onto your face, but he held a hand up to stop you. Instead, you simply passed your water to him, as of which he chugged greatfully.

When he had finally gained his composure, he held out a slightly trembling hand, his cheeks tinted red as he let out a gruff," yeah... Of course you can, idiot. You don't have to ask..."

Adoration bloomed in your chest at his words and you grabbed his outstretched hand, instantly interlocking your fingers with his. Absentmindedly, you ran your thumb up and down his hand comfortingly as you smiled like an idiot to yourself.

Ba-dump.

Sanemi's heart thumped in his chest at the look of love on your face, feeling his whole body heating up. The wind pillar was known for being ruthless, intimidating and quite frankly... A bit of an asshole.

But around you? He's a completely different person.

Between you and his little brother, he's always going to have a huge soft spot for you both.

So he'll always treat you well.

Squeezing your hand lovingly, he let a slight smirk curl onto his lips," You look like a dumbass smiling like that.... You must really like me, huh?" He tried to tease.

"I don't like you."

Arrows shot through his heart, his smirk dropping in an instant," Oi-!"

You giggled at his response," I love you."

The frown on his lips wobbled a little, threatening to break out into an idiotic smile. Clearing his throat, he looked away from you and pressed the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth to hide the smile that threatened to appear.

"Oh..." He could only respond with," y-yeah... Same here."

"You're so socially inept."

"I'm damn not!!" He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing," I fucking love you too!! Is that better?"

You grinned childishly, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a light kiss to it," much better."

It's safe to say that this was the day he vowed to marry you.

[mingis-lightbulb]

Mingi Drabble(ft. Yunho) #2

Here's the second drabble that is in the runs to be my whole fic. This one is kinda similar to the previous as their still idols but this one is just a bit different!

Warnings: Yandere!Mingi, Yandere! Yunho, mentions of murder and death, insecure!reader, mentions of bullying, let me know what I missed.

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"I don't even know why this bitch is still working here."

"We've had nearly 3 damn meetings because of her fuck ups"

You sighed as you listened to your co-workers talk shit about you. It wasn't your fault. You had to balance making sure the boys had everything they needed then rush back to get your own paperwork done, maybe if your lazy-ass co-workers helped then you all wouldn't be in such trouble.

"Maybe they should fire her."

"Lol they should. It's probably coming next meeting."

You walked away heading to the practice room, you need a break from assholes and just need to talk to someone. Entering the practice room, you see Mingi on the floor stretching with Yunho. The two males wave at you and you walk over to plop on the ground, leaning on Mingi's shoulder.

"I hate people.."

"Are they bothering you again?" Yunho asks and you nodded, "They think it's my fault everyone is getting called into the meeting when in reality it's because no one else is doing what the hell they are supposed to be doing!" You exclaim. Mingi moves so that you could lay across his legs, You sigh and cross your arms. "I swear if it wasn't for you guys I would've left already."

The two males looked at each other as you ranted away, Mingi playing with your hair and Yunho holding your hand. They felt bad for you, they hated how they saw the other treat you. It was to the point that someone began spreading a rumor around that you were sleeping with them. I mean, as much as the two males have dreamt about you, waking up to your smiling face, and as many times they've had many R-rated dreams. They haven't made their move on you yet.

"Y/N!!! MEETING!!"

You sighed and got up, "Well, Let's hope I have my job still guys." You say with a sad smile heading out of the practice room.

Mingi watched as you left and turned to Yunho. "We need to do something now." He muttered and Yunho nodded. "definitely, I hate this. Princess doesn't deserve this at all." Yunho added. The two males got up off the floor and looked at each other.

They knew what they had to do.

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Jihyung, the woman over you wore a smirk on her face. After yelling for nearly 2 hours, she ended up not firing you, but basically moving you. You were no longer allowed to work with Ateez, just work behind the scenes.

She seemed proud of her actions, she despised you. She thought you were uptight and thought that you were just using your position to sleep around with the idols. "Stupid Bitch..slutting around think she wouldn't get caught." She mumbled. She wasn't watching where she was going and ended up bumping into someone.

"Oh Mingi, Yunho! What can I do for-" She didn't get to finish her sentence before getting slammed into a wall, aggressively. She winced in pain and was about to fire back again but Yunho moved quicker, placing one of his hands around her throat, squeezing.

"We know what you did to Y/n." Mingi started with. "Why do you make it your job to make someone else's a living hell?"

Jihyung snickered despite the pressure on her neck, "Oh? S-so she sent her knights to come and get me? God, I knew she was a fucking skank, but damn she has two of you? Lemme guess she's fucking all of atee-" She yelled out in pain as Yunho slammed her head against the wall.

"You have two choices."

"Oh great, what is this twice? Is it gonna be Yes or Yes?"

She snapped and Yunho's grip got tighter to where she was struggling to breathe. "Shut your fucking mouth."

Mingi rolled his eyes, "Nope. You either put Y/n back with us, or you won't like what happens." The grey-haired male smiles deviously as he watched her stare in confusion.

"What the fuck do you want with her so bad? If you wanna fuck a staff finds someone else-" She screams as Yunho tosses her to the ground and Mingi places his foot on her back.

"Give me an answer before I crack your back in."

"M-mingi, please! Why do you want her she's just a normal-AH" She cried out as he began pressing down on her back. "Because, she's meant to be with us and us only, no one else. Yet you dumbasses think you can keep moving her, did you forget about what happened to the last bitch in your position?" Yunho says coming up to bend down to her height.

There was another woman in her position who thought you were too incompetent to work with Ateez when you forgot to get something that San and Seonghwa needed (even though the boys said it was fine multiple times) they still 'demoted' you.

She went missing the next day.

"I-i thought she was just missing-"

"The bitch is six feet under. Anyone who dares mess with what's ours meets a quick end." Yunho cuts her off. "Now, are you gonna answer or-" Yunho cuts himself off as Jihyung spits in his face.

"FUCK YOU! ENTITLED PRICK I'll GET THE POLICE ON YOU"

Yunho wiped the spit off his face, "I don't want your spit nowhere near me. " He said bluntly. Mingi shrugged, "Guess you chose your answer." Mingi stepped down until an unhealthy crack followed by a loud scream.

"Go ahead, scream all you want. You're the only one left since you sent everyone else home except our poor overworked baby." Yunho says leaning against the wall.

Jihyung was crying in pain, she tried her best to crawl away but was stopped by a baseball bat in front of her face. She glanced up to see Yunho holding the baseball bat with a smirk.

"igeoshi meoshiyeo"

*CRACK* *CRACK*

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You were asleep at your desk when you felt someone nudging you wake.

"Noona, Noona it's time for you to go, it's late."

You groaned and sat up to Mingi and Yunho who had already packed your stuff for you. You smiled at the males before getting up to hug them, "Oh guys! Thank you so much!" You stood up on your toes to place kisses on their cheeks.

Mingi turned a bright red and Yunho averted his gaze with a sheepish grin.

"No problem noona.."

"Yea, It sucked for you to be here alone!"

You shook your head, "Do you want to come to my place? I need to make something for you guys since you're always helping me."

Mingi and Yunho looked at each other.

They could make a move on you

they could confess and easily have you as theirs.

they could hide you away from prying eyes.

"Of course Noona!"

"Yeah we'll joining you! It sounds fun!"

[forbidding-souda]

hiii me again! it was the one that was like. kazuichi and mondo (separate) with a crush on an ultimate seductress reader (fem)

Kazuichi Souda and Mondo Oowada with a crush who's the SHSL Seductress

i COULD SWEAR I FINISHED THIS ONE LMAOO DID I REALLY POST IT PREMATURELY LOL MY BAD

-Mod Souda

Kazuichi Souda

❤ He'll casually flirt - just small words like "that babe over there" or "the cute one."

❤ He was doing it so often that you had taken a notice to it. And the gears clicked in your head. Oh - you echoed in your head. Interesting.

❤ So, you started responding in a funny way. "Takes one to know one" and other things like that.

❤ It was all fun and games. All until he had held your hand. It was during a field trip, and everyone started running, and you didn't understand why. But then, he grabbed your hand, smiling at you and leading you the rest of the way.

❤ You decided then that he actually made you feel... good. He was kind and very considerate towards you. You had to make him yours.

❤ So you started hanging around him more often. You would trail your fingers up his arm, slowly smiling at him as you did. His intrigue was palpable. And he couldn't believe you were showing interest.

❤ Of course, he was having a hard time fighting it. Not that he wanted to, but he was expecting to be the one to swoon you. He wanted to do it the old-fashioned way. He was planning on giving you flowers, but evidently you took well to kisses and touches instead.

❤ He was eventually the one that asked you out. He handed you a letter with a check box saying yes or no. Of course, you checked yes.

❤ And starting there, you stopped trying to seduce him. You had won. He was interested, as he has always been, and he's pursuing you.

❤ This is everything you had ever wanted.

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Mondo Oowada

❤ He had noticed you by the way you sucked on lollipops. It was purposeful - an obvious way to have him keeping his eye on you. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't look away.

❤ From there, his eyes trailed down your body, savoring it in. That's how he decided he wanted to go after you.

❤ Which was exactly how you wanted that interaction to go. You had your eyes on him for awhile. His body, thick and large, was addicting to dwell in.

❤ You wanted a piece of that!

❤ So, you started calling him fun names.

❤ "Come on, sugar." Was the first one. His attention was immediately caught.

❤ "Who - me?"

❤ All you did was laugh and play it off, not poking too hard into the sensation, letting him breath afterward.

❤ But you did that over and over, slowly melting his 'barrier', letting yourself come closer to him.

❤ He eventually lets you wrap your arms around his, feeling his bicep, as the two of you walk around together. This leads to kisses on the cheeks. And more intensely, hands going up each other's shirts, kisses on the lips, you sitting on his lap.

❤ You are unable to get the sound of his low, amused chuckle out of your head.

[hoebii]

No Doubt About It

Pairing : OT7 x Reader

Genre : Angst? CEO!Au

Rating : pg15

Warnings : swearing, I have no idea how pawn shops work, Jimin is a jerk

Wc : 1.7k

A/N : Lord help me Idek what this is anymore... Thank you @agustdjoon for being my amazing beta! This fic would be a bigger hot mess if it weren’t for you lol Also this is supposed to be a two-shot so don’t @ me for keeping the ending as it is huhu. Place your bets, how long will I take to finish the second part? As usual, hope you like this hot mess~ Feedback is always welcome!

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Jungkook sat on the couch, typing away on his laptop. He didn’t even know what he was typing anymore, fingers moving over the keyboard without a thought. He should’ve been paying attention, but he couldn’t get the earlier events out of his mind.

Giving up on work, Jungkook leaned away from the screen, hands coming up to run through his hair, tugging on it in frustration. Why was something like that getting to him so much? He should be used to people talking shit by now but this time it stuck. Why? He wasn’t sure. Maybe it was because they tried bringing you into it, but then again why was his mind fixated on it for so long?

Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back and rest against the couch. Cracking one eye open when he felt someone begin to play with his hair, only to close it again when he saw it was Hoseok.

“What’s on your mind, Kook-ah?”

Jungkook sighed, rubbing his face, “It’s just… what that asshole said before… I can’t get it out of my head.”

Hoseok glanced at Jin when he heard a scoff, raising a brow in question. Jin slammed his laptop shut and put it aside, face red from anger. “How dare that guy say something like that about our baby? Who the fuck does he think is he calling her a gold digger?”

Continuing to play with Jungkook’s hair, Hoseok was about to reply in hopes of calming Jin down when a quiet murmur caught everyone’s attention.

“What if he was right, though…?” Jimin asked, eyes downcast and lips tugged down into a frown, “Maybe she really is using us for money…”

The whole room fell silent. None of the boys made a sound; in that moment you could hear a pin drop. No one knew what to say, on one hand they loved you with their whole hearts and would never think such a thing, but on the other hand no matter how much they tried not to give into those thoughts, a part of their mind kept asking, what if?

Taehyung got up from his seat, walking over to Jimin and sitting beside him, “Don’t think that way. You know Y/N, you know she isn’t like that. She’s with us because she loves us, not for our money.”

“Do we really? What if it’s all just an act to get to us. This wouldn’t be the first time someone has tried this, you know?” Jimin replied, looking up to meet Taehyung’s eyes.

Scoffing, Taehyung abruptly stood up and started pacing, “Don’t compare them to Y/N. She is not like that and never will be! I’m not going to let you ruin what we have with her just because of a baseless doubt!”

Sensing a fight about to break out, Namjoon sat up straight, clearing his throat to get everyone’s attention, “Both of you, calm down. Y/N is upstairs, she can hear you if you argue right now.”

Taehyung looked away, jaw clenched in anger. Hoseok looked at Namjoon and gave him an appreciative nod, quietly thanking him for stepping in before something bad could have happened.

“We could ask for some money from her and see how she reacts,” Jin suddenly proposed, anger no longer present in his voice.

Hoseok stared at him in shock, did he hear him right? When no one replied, Jin shrugged, “I mean think about it, the maknaes are fighting over this and I know you people have doubts too, why not test her?”

“I agree with hyung,” Yoongi spoke up after staying silent the whole time, face void of any emotions as he did so, “it’s not a bad idea, we get to see if she’s really here for the money or not.”

Seeing how no one protested against the suggestion, Taehyung sputtered, “That’s a terrible idea. Where will she get the money? We’re the ones who made her quit her job, this is absolute bullshit!”

Maybe it was pettiness after the little argument with Taehyung or perhaps it was simply because he wanted to test you, Jimin agreed right after Taehyung’s little rant. The others humming in agreement or vocally letting the rest know that they were in, it was decided between them that they would ask for some money from you as a ‘test’, much to Taehyung’s chagrin.

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You hummed happily as you walked downstairs to check if the boys were back and maybe get some food. You hadn’t eaten anything the whole day, too busy working on the book you were writing. Usually at least one of them would check up on you and if you had eaten if they were at home. You smiled to yourself at the thought, how lucky you felt to have the fortune to call such amazing people yours. You’d always be grateful for everything they did for you, they were the reason you had enough courage to leave your job and follow your dream of being a writer.

Your smile dimmed as you stepped off the stairs, Taehyung was sitting on the couch alone, a frown on his face. Walking to him, you sat down beside him, placing a hand on his lap as you looked at him. You couldn’t help but smile when you felt him grab your hand and squeeze it tight.

“What happened Tae, why the long face?”

Taehyung sighed at your question, refusing to meet your eyes when you tried looking at him, “I..I need your help, Y/N.”

“Help with what, bub? I’ll try to assist you in any way I can.”

He finally looked at you, tongue slipping out to lick his lips, “I need some money…”

Your eyes widened, Kim Taehyung, one of the CEOs of Bangtan Co. was asking for money? This had to be something serious.

“Why?”

“It’s eomma… she’s sick. I can’t withdraw enough money at once from the bank due to previous withdrawals… I don’t know what to do.” Taehyung explained, voice thick with sorrow.

“How can I help, baby?”

He bit his lips, seemingly contemplating his words before saying, “Can you lend me some money? The others are going to chip in too but it’s not going to be enough.”

“How much do you need?” you asked, already trying to formulate a plan in your head.

“Approximately three million won”

You sucked in a breath at that, how were you going to get that much? You shook your head at the thought, “How soon do you need it?”

“As.. as soon as possible.” Taehyung answered, hesitation clear in his voice.

Nodding, you got up from the couch, Taehyung looked at you in question as you did so, “I have to go right now, but don’t worry Tae. I’ll try my best to come up with something.”

He said nothing as he watched you rush out of the house, frowning to himself at your departure.

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“So how was it? How did she react?” Jimin asked, as he and the others strided into the room where Taehyung remained seated.

“She left.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened at his words, “What do you mean she left? Where did she go?”

“I don’t know. All she said was she had to go and that she’d come up with something,” Taehyung answered, his frown only getting deeper as he spoke. Maybe Jimin was right after all? No he couldn’t think like that.

“So let me get this straight,” Yoongi started, looking at Taehyung with furrowed brows, “You asked her for money, and she left? After saying that she would ‘come up with something’?”

“Precisely.”

Jimin scoffed and rolled his eyes, “I was right then. She’s with us for the money.”

As much as the others wanted to argue, no one said a word.

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The bell chimed, alerting anyone inside of your arrival as you stepped into the little pawn shop. Eyes darting around nervously before they settled on the man tending to the cash register. You gulped, wringing your hands together as you slowly walked towards him.

“How may I help you today, ma’am?” the man asked, giving you a smile.

“I’m here to pawn some jewellery?” You answered, though it felt more like a question when you did so.

“Of course. What are the items you want to pawn?” he inquired, the smile never leaving his face.

You fidgeted in your place for a second, contemplating if this was what you really wanted before deciding that yes, this was what needed to be done. Taehyung asked for your help, and you were not going to turn your back on him. Not after everything he and the others did for you.

Taking off the diamond ring that you had gotten from your mother, you placed it in front of him. Then your hands raised to unclasp the necklace that hung around your neck before placing it down too. You smiled wistfully at the items; the necklace was a gift from the boys for your first anniversary while the ring was your late-mother’s. It was the last thing you had to remember her by but now you had to part ways with it, even if it was only for a while.

“Is that all?”

“Yes,” you started, looking him in the eyes, “how much are they worth?”

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It was near midnight and you still weren’t home. Jin paced around in front of the entrance, while the others sat or stood around, all of them worried.

“Where is she?” Hoseok exclaimed, anxiously running a hand through his hair.

“Ran away when she realised she wouldn't get any money, I bet,” Jimin chimed in, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he leaned back into his seat.

Taehyung growled, speed walking towards the man and grabbing him by the collar, “I am tired of you. No one fucking asked you to stay up and wait for her.”

“Taehyung!” Namjoon shouted, rushing towards the duo alongside Jungkook to break them apart, “Now is not the time to fight.”

“Then tell him to either leave or to keep his mouth shut,” Taehyung hissed, glaring daggers at Jimin who just rolled his eyes again and remained silent.

Hoseok sat on the couch and watched the scene unfold in front of him in worry, “Where are you Y/N-ie?”

[god1ngs]

━‎ end of the world

synopsis; a forbidden love told for generations

contains; human reader, major character death, swearing, mentions of war, spoilers

god c!technoblade / reader, 3.4k wc

note; the title doesn't make much sense but whatever lol ,, this is for @mayasimagines 's 600 event! congratulations and i hope you like this :)

   throughout the fall of countries, the crumbling of empires, there stood a man. he gazed upon the vast land, the grass stained red. buildings had crashed down, debris staining the area around them. they layed in heaps of piles, taller than most. the fallen down buildings had been a sign of the empire's loss.

   there was no one alive to commemorate the loss however.

   screaming rung inside of his head, shouting and yelling, with some other tones mixed in. displeased and ecstatic and mocking tones blended together, sounds of chaos lingering in the mind of the man. he only sighed, walking away from the destroyed country.

   he's seen this happen too many times before, the repetitive cycle of watching a country build itself only to come crashing down years later. they never lasted long. always the one for chaos, he sometimes participated in the destruction of the countries, though most times he didn't need to.

   humans were savage, brutal creatures who only cared about themselves. by studying their nature, the way they go about certain scenarios, he had figured out that much. selfish, twisted beings who would betray each other in a heartbeat. all it took was more wealth or a promise of better gear.

   how easily swayed they were. technoblade sneered, his red cape dragging beneath him as he stalked the hallways. pillars of quartz, chipped at the edges from years of standing, lined the hallway. they reached the ceiling, some even going higher. the magnificent red carpet he stalked down had ended at a throne.

   a throne made of gold, the shiniest material he could get his servants to find. emeralds and diamonds and rubies lined the top of it, the same jewels lining the gold of his crown. at last, he sat down, the voices calming down at the familiar seating area. they always got loud whenever there was destruction.

   technoblade, the blood god. also known as the god of war and chaos to many, he wasn't very popular among the peaceful people. people often worshipped him for protection, to which he rarely granted. protection from him, a god of war, was seldom. often he didn't care about the hunans enough to waste his protection on them.

   yet, one mortal, had caught his eye. they were nothing too special, middle class and usually someone technoblade wouldn't even spare a glance at. they were different though. they outshined any ray of sun, their smile proving to be the brighter of the two. he found them, despite all odds, very interesting.

   later, after wine and more sparring, the man had caught wind of philza coming over. philza, the angel of death, had been one of technoblade's good allies, even so far as to consider the blond a friend. he brought saints to their knees in their final moments, allowing them either an eternity in hell or a peaceful life above.

   he wanted to meet them, and technoblade always gets what he wants.

   even before technoblade had become the god he is now, forever cursed to watch humanity rip itself apart, he knew philza. the two fought wars together, never straying from their path of loyalty. the blond perched himself on the windowsill, his striking white wings folding on his back, as he smiled at the other. "hello technoblade." he greeted, ever the polite man.

   technoblade only scoffed, shaking his head with an amused grin. "please, phil," he drawled, looking from his red wine to the angel of death. "no need for the formalities. just call me techno." the blond threw his head back with a laugh, wide smile painting his features as the other chuckled. "of course, mate."

   silence washed over the pair for a moment, a comforting silence that allowed them to bask in the moment od seeing each other. they didn't get to visit often, one thing they mutually hated about being in the sky palace, usually swamped with other duties. philza with guiding people to the afterlife, and technoblade with causing conflict.

   "i actually wanted to talk about somethin' with ya, mate." phil broke the silence, hopping off of the marble windowsill to come lean against one of the pillars. the pink haired man, ever so interested, hummed questionably. "and what did you want to speak to me about? come on, spit it out." the man said, looking down at philza.

   he sighed, glancing up at technoblade. "you've been acting off, mate. less wars are starting, and that's weird for you. i know you also started protecting that one mortal. fuck, what was their name?" he murmured, brows furrowed. technoblade sighed in annoyance, not wanting to be pestered with questions.

   "[name]." he answered phil quietly, not bothering to look back at the blond man. the clouds danced with each other in the sky, entertwining and morphing with each other freely. sometimes he wishes he could be as free as the clouds. "you know," phil said, a mischievous glint shining in his eyes. the blood god could only dread what he was going to say. "rumor has it that gods only protect mortals they're interested in."

   the teasing, despite only being light hearted, had a quizzical undertone. while technoblade had been acting strange, protecting somebody was something phil had never expected. either something was special about that mortal and their family, or someone had begun fantasizing. he could only hope it wasn't the latter.

   with more conversation, technoblade denying any feelings blooming for a human, phil left to go do his job. he was alone with his thoughts, the voices making him tug at his own hair to keep them quiet. they craved the mortal, despite how much he willed himself to stay in his throne room, the man had to go see them.

   it was a normal day for you. nothing was different, much less weird. it was only normal, a basket of bread in your hands as you walked home. you hummed as you stepped on the path, enjoying the peaceful walk back to your house. you were content with your life, having a few people and more deaths than you could count.

   and see them he would.

   you partially blamed philza, the angel of death, for the passing of your loved ones, but you also knew he wasn't the one to kill them. he simply took them to the afterlife, guiding them to where they would spend the rest of their days. the deaths in your family had piled up, mostly from war and some of falling ill.

   you spent your days worshipping gods now. you were always the lonely type, choosing to stay by yourself rather than interact with others. you never minded the comforting embrace of being alone, the silence enveloping you at every given moment. it provided you with a sense of comfort you couldn't get anywhere else.

   while you did worship other gods, you mostly worshipped technoblade. he was the primary god, you giving up all your offerings to him ─ ranging from bread to trinkets to gold galore. the tales of the blood god, always grand stories with daring adventures that had you on the edge of your seat, had always intrigued you.

   your favorite, the one you read the most to the slim amount of people you did contact, was the tale of the butcher army. when he was human, a detail that many didn't know whether to believe or not, he blew up many countries. it hinted at the start of him being the god of war many years later. for punishment, the butcher army hunted him down.

   they lied to the man, once they had captured him, in which they had prepared for his execution. some say he died that day, only to be revived due to the gods holy whim; others say he had never died, and broke out of the iron bars to kill the men who had hunted him down. learning about the magnificent god, a god you admired, had faced an army of four and won, allowed you to admire him even further.

   once you got home, setting down your basket of bread, you had sighed. you always liked coming home, your safe space filling you with a joy like no other. the everlasting comfort of your home, a familiar place you longed to be at constantly, helped you feel safe. the comforting feeling of being home at last filled you at peace.

   until it wasn't so peaceful anymore.

   from your kitchen came a clanging noise. there were a few grunts followed afterwards, your eyes wide. fear flooded your system, nervousness coursing through your veins. you stayed silent, hoping you'd either been dreaming or had been imagining sounds. however, once a voice spoke, you knew that was not the case.

   from your kitchen came, with his red cape dragging behind him, technoblade. you stammered, confusion replacing your previous nervousness. your grip came loose on the item you were holding, not being able to process what you were seeing. "well this is awkward." the god stated, putting your kitchen utensils he had just knocked down back on your counter.

   if anything, this was awkward. very awkward. who expected a god to come through their kitchen window? "uh, do you," you stuttered, voice measily yet you still tried to fight it out. "do you mind telling me why you're here?" it was more than odd to see a god in your kitchen, the sight one hard to believe for even yourself.

   technoblade had sighed, draping himself over your couch cushions as if he lived there. his arms, unlike your bare ones, spread across the back of your couch, the sight making you nearly sigh. "well, mortal, i had taken intrest in you." he answered bluntly, your mind still reeling from the fact that he was even here, but taking interest in you? no, this had to be some kind of joke.

   the visible confusion highlighting your features made the god chuckle. it was amusing, seeing the looks on mortals' faces whenever something odd or unexplainable happened. "what's so confusing? i took interest in you, and so i came down here to see you." the blood god explained, shrugging his shoulders. the confusion you felt only worsened.

   why was the question. why was a god in your house? why had he taken interest in you? you shook your head, suddenly feeling lightheaded. "sorry, i need to sit down." you muttered, trying to regain your footing. you sat down, going slowly as to not pass out in front of him. "so," you spoke up as soon as you had calmed down. "why have you taken interest in me?"

   a cloud of silence loomed over the two of you, technoblade falling into his thoughts. why had he taken interest in you? there was no particular shining traits in you, even if he studied you as if you had carved out the world with your own hands; he watched you as if you had brung down a fantastic reign upon everybody.

   "who knows?" he wondered aloud, a hum of amusement following his words. technoblade didn't know the reason for it, and despite itching with curiosity, he didn't bother trying to find out. he only let it be, coming to terms with the fact that you, a mortal, had piqued his interest. you kept him entertained, and that's all that mattered.

   after the two of you talking more, you still trying to get over the shock that the blood god was in your home, you had to say that he was fairly a nice guy. maybe he was kinder than all of the other ones, however you've never crossed paths with a god either, so you couldn't tell. when technoblade had stood up, braided hair falling against your couch, you knew it was time for him to go.

   he turned to look down on you, his towering figure highly intimidating. there was a reason he was feared across nations. he stared at you for a second, maybe deciding on what to say, though you couldn't tell with his blank expression. the man only sighed, wishing you a good day, and then turned to leave.

   "you've got me interested, technoblade."

   you only spoke to the god more after the first encounter. seconds turned into minutes and then minutes turned to hours. he was an interesting guy, choosing which emotion to show and when to show it. perhaps it came with being a god. as he came by more, each visit surprising you, you only talked to him more.

   "as you've got me, [name]."

   soon he started telling you stories. the butcher army, the l'manberg war, how he met philza. he told you great things of philza, the angel of death, so much so you nearly stopped disliking philza. you were always interested in his stories though, no matter how long or how action packed. each further lured you in to his grasp.

   technoblade, however, had stopped visiting so often. with more conflict arising everyday, he didn't have as much time to visit you anymore ─ philza was starting to catch on as well. how he wasn't home as often or how he lied to philza each time he asked him where he was. he was getting suspicious, and wanted answers quickly.

   philza confronted technoblade on this issue a while later. his wings puffed up confidently, he was so sure something was going on with his eldest friends, the edges torn at the seams. "technoblade." he addressed politely, standing in front of his throne once again, as he did not so long ago. he would get answers out of him.

   technoblade only sighed, his cheek pressed against his closed fists as he stared at philza. "yes, philza?" he asked, voice heavy with exhaustion. the recent wars, as much as he loved the excitement and panic that came with it, have been too tiring for him. he also couldn't visit you that morning, only pissing him off more.

   "have you been seeing the mortal you told me you had interest in?"

   silence crashed over the room, violent in its malicious intent. phil's questioned nipped at the blood god, desperately pleading for an answer. philza sighed, one of disappointment and perhaps even anger. the silence was enough of an answer. "mate, are you kidding me?"

   technoblade merely sighed, eyes narrowing at the blond. "you have no say on who i take interest in, phil. that is none of your concern." he dismissed the blond, turning back to look at the window. philza had no say in what technoblade done with his life, no matter how long the two have been friends.

   "none of my concern? mate, they're a mortal and you're a god! hell, the blood god! for fucks sake, mate, you can't be seeing mortals!" philza snapped, brows furrowed and cheeks red from anger. the trouble a god could get in from seeing a mortal was irredeemable.

   if technoblade got caught with the mortal, he would lose not only his titles, but his life. he would be executed.

   technoblade merely scoffed however, rolling his eyes. "as if i'll get caught, philza. those laws are stupid anyways. what, are you going to tell on me?" he arched his brows at the angel of death, sneering at him. how dare he barge into his temple and then go off at him; a beloved friend of his.

   however, the mortal was too intresting to not keep seeing. he may of even caught feelings. how laughable ─ the blood god, feared across empires, falling for a mere mortal. philza only sighed, rubbing his temples. he weighed his options: technoblade could continue seeing the mortal, get caught, and then both of them get in trouble.

   or philza could tell the council. tell them of his affairs, tell them why he hasn't been here as often. once more, a vicious silence swept over them. only for a moment, for philza had declared:

   "if you don't stop seeing this mortal, i'll have no choice but to stop it. don't make me do it, mate."

   his evening visit was late that night. you had already prepared dinner, setting it up for when he was to arrive. from what he's told you, he hasn't had human food in a long time. he told you that gods didn't need to eat nor sleep. you had decided to make him food for when he comes, wanting him to have food even if he doesn't need it.

   the gust of wind from deceiving angel wings swept across his face. messy hair cascaded over his face, and for once, the blood god had found a problem he didn't know he could solve.

   ten minutes. twenty minutes. thirty minutes. you sighed at the mocking tick of the clock, each passing second being another sign that he wasn't going to come. perhaps he had better things to do. frowning, you began to gather the food up, knowing you wouldn't eat it all, before the familiar two knocks came at your door.

   rushing over, once you had opened it, you were surprised to see something different than you were used to.

   technoblade was there, but he looked different. more angry, perhaps even upset.

   worried, you frowned at the god. "are you okay?" you asked, hoping the man was alright. the god only nodded, staring at the ground. he came back to you after a moment of silence, sighing. "yes, just got caught up in some things. nothing for you to be concerned of." he said, brushing you off before you could even speak.

   when technoblade had gone back to his temple, rubbing his temples with a sigh, something unexpected had greeted him. there was philza, perched on the window with a firm look of coldness. "visiting the mortal again, were you, mate?" he asked once he had came into view. technoblade had half a mind to tell him to fuck off.

   that night provided a great distraction from what would come the following days.

   no words were spoken from technoblade afterwards. the betrayal of another friend, a promise to do something about his meetings, had wounded him. he didn't want to lose philza, but also had begun to realise something ─ he had caught feelings for the mortal.

   for you, who had been the sunshine on his darkest days. call it a cliche, but technoblade truly didn't know happiness if you weren't by his side. having watched countless deaths and falls of kingdoms over the many, many years of being alive, the man had never found as great of a comfort than by your side. you were the sun to his moon, a forever shining force to his immortal darkness.

   though the moon and sun are destined to never touch.

   that night, philza had technoblade bring him to your house under promise of telling the council. they had shown up to your house late at night, when the world was asleep. it had been abrupt, the two males coming into your home. you were shaking, scared as to what this meant. the angel of death and the blood god inside your home could mean nothing good.

   and you were right. that night, that forsaken night, technoblade had been cursed in front of your eyes. the wide eyed look on his face, the shock of what a former friend could do. you tried to reach out for him, but were stopped by philza. he permitted you to stay still, or else your blood would be on your walls.

   "technoblade, the blood god and the god of war, i hereby sentence you to an eternity of reincarnation. as long as you are alive, your lover, [name] [last name], will be killed and reincarnated. only ever letting you get close enough to hardly touch them."

   your words were caught in your throat, the cruel punishment knocking the wind out of you. philza's eyes shone, bright in an unholy way, rising up with his wings behind him. technoblade had felt the burning sensation of a marking, a forever sign of the curse, on the side of his neck. a flower had been burnt into the side of his neck, your favorite flower.

   "i'm sorry, technoblade." were the last words you heard before a sword made of light had stabbed through your stomach.

   the blood god had frantically scooped up your body in his arms, panicking for the first time since you've seen him. he tried to get you to say anything, although the words were too hard to say, no matter how hard you tried to get them out. he reassured you would be okay, despite knowing the inevitable would happen.

   "you should've listened to him ... heh, you're a dumbass, you know that?"

   you took your last breath seconds later.

[ichorai]

frozen hearts, flaming arrows ; p.sh

parts ; one. masterlist. two coming soon.

pairing ; fire!seonghwa x ice!reader

summary ; two enemy clans. one icer healer, one flamer soldier, one brewing war. love was never meant to be a part of this. but then again, when is love ever supposed to be a part of anything?

words ; 7.3k

warnings / includes ; cursing, violence, a make-out scene !!, future suggestive / mature content, hwa being sexy as always, ANGST okay this is a lot of ANGST and hURT, enemies to friends to enemies to lovers trope lol

a/n ; bet yall didn’t see this one coming lol but yea pls enjoy !!! im rlly excited for this series omg !!! im sorry this part was rlly short and kinda bad kkdfjdf but this is just the beginning and i swear part two will be much better !!

A snowflake glowing a luminescent blue lazily floated above your palm, multiplying into several others until you held a mini-flurry in your hand. You walked past all the frosted-over trees, huffing in deep breaths of cold air as your boots stepped over piles of unblemished snow and crispy dead leaves. 

Being a healer was exhausting. Though you were still fairly new to the job, you couldn’t help but lay all the blame on yourself for being incapable of saving a life today. You just… hadn’t expected there to be that much blood. Icers had thicker blood for a reason; it wasn’t usually a problem. The head healer tried to reassure you that you did everything you could, but you couldn’t stand to be in the medbay for much longer. You needed air. 

And that’s how you ended up here, head spinning dizzily as you stomped through the wintry grey forest, releasing out a frustrated groan from the bottom of your lungs.

“You’re dangerously close to our territory, Icer.” The sudden deep-timbered voice had you flinching so harshly you hit your head on an icy tree branch. “I’d watch my step if I was you.”

Breath caught in your throat, you watched with wide eyes as the Flamer stepped out of the shadow of a tree. He was undeniably handsome; his irises were dark, flecked with a fierce gold the same hue as the edge of a fire, his slicked-back hair a nightly black, and a curl of his carmine lips that was nowhere near friendly. An obvious insignia of a red flame was embedded into his unwrinkled jacket, a clear sign of this man being from the Fire Tribe.

“I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized I was so close to the border.” You murmured, backing away slowly. The small snowflakes that you had accumulated in your palm quickly dissipated into the air, but miniscule particles of snow still floated around you, no doubt a result of your quaking nerves.

Noticing this, the man watched curiously as a snowflake drifted by him. He raised a finger towards the ice crystal, a small orange flame bursting out of the tip. The snowflake melted into a droplet of water, falling to his feet. You noticed the snow had melted away from him in a large circle around his shoes, now standing in a patch of wet grass. Even from the great distance between the two of you, you could still feel the wavering heat pulsating from this strange man.

“What are you doing so far away from your people?”

You knew you shouldn’t be talking to a Flamer stranger. They were dangerous, and it was common knowledge that Icers and Flamers weren’t on the best terms as of late.

“I couldn’t be there anymore,” You whispered, just loud enough for him to pick up. At his raised eyebrows, you continued on. “I’m a healer. It was a lot of pressure not to mess up.”

He nodded, his curiosity getting the best of him. He stepped closer and asked, “Then why are you a healer?”

“Because I’m good at it.” The words came off far too snobbish for your liking, so you quickly added in a sheepish tone, “Also because I like helping people.”

The two of you fell into a queer silence, before he nodded, somewhat satisfied with your answer. The Flamer turned his back to you, “I best get going now. The lands aren’t going to patrol themselves. Run back to the rest of your people, Icer.”

You could feel his heat retract as he walked away. More snow fell to cover his tracks, as if the strange man with flaming eyes was never there.

It wasn’t until the same time the next day that you found yourself strolling towards the forest, back to the same spot last night, feet acting to their own accord. You paused in your steps when you realized where you were heading. 

Would you really risk getting a Flamer angry at you for getting too close to their borders again? With not another thought, you pushed back the doubts and walked onwards… it wasn’t like you actually crossed the border. There was a large grey strip of forest land that belonged to neither tribe; it was far too costly to maintain and the forest gave them nothing but bugs and piles of dead leaves.

Much to your surprise, the man was already there, watching you with those glowing eyes of his. “What are you doing here?” He hissed.

“I can ask you the same thing,” You retaliated, arching an eyebrow.

The cold wind whistled as it blew past you, but you were planted firmly to the ground. He, on the other hand, grimaced quite obviously as the breeze tousled his neat hair about, sending dark strands careening into his eyes.

“I’m Y/N,” You said with a small smile. Although he pulsated with heat, that only made him feel the frigid sting of the cold wind all the more. At the sight of his shivering form, you wondered just how bad a Flamer can be.

He eyed you suspiciously before stepping forward quite boldly, sticking out a hand, “I’m Seonghwa.”

There was a strange arrhythmic thump in your chest. Now that he was so close to you, the lilith-hued snow around your feet started to wilt away as well, your cheeks flushing at the sudden rise in temperature. Icers weren’t very good with heat, that was obvious.

And when you took his hand, it was as if he was the coldest thing you’ve ever touched. But that couldn’t be it… you couldn’t really feel the cold much. Nonetheless, you gripped his palm unflinchingly, staring him dead in the eye. It became like some sort of challenge, but the both of you knew that you had obviously won. Seonghwa winced at how freezing your fingers against his were.

“Do you come here everyday?” The Flamer asked once he retracted his hand from yours to shove into the warmth of his pocket.

“Yesterday was my first time. I wasn’t planning on coming back today, but I just ended up here on instinct.” Your boot scuffed the pristine snow, avoiding the way his gaze seemed to quite literally burn holes into you.

Seonghwa frowned slightly. Funnily enough, the same exact thing had happened to him. He wasn’t on patrolling duty today, so really, he had no cause to be out here. He could be curled up with a book in front of a nice, warm fire, instead of standing in the snow with an Icer, of all people. Gods, he must be crazy.

“So… what are you doing here?” Your seemingly innocent question had Seonghwa struggling for words. 

In all honesty, he had been curious whether or not you’d come back. An Icer healer in the Grey Forest was more than enough to pique his interest. Nothing remotely gripping ever happened in the Fire Tribe (other than the various men and women who threw themselves at him whenever they got the chance). He hadn’t actually expected you to come back. 

“I’m… hunting.”

“It’s illegal to hunt outside of your tribe lands, everybody knows that.”

“Who said I was hunting for an animal?” Seonghwa crossed his arms over his chest to try and look somewhat menacing, but you just grinned. “I was looking for a book I lost.”

You hummed slightly, “Right.” As you waved your arm about, little snowflakes seemed to trail after you, and Seonghwa watched in masked fascination. “Can’t you just admit that you came to see me again?”

“Who’s to say that it’s not you coming to see me?”

“Hmm, let’s just say we both came to see each other. I’ve never seen a Flamer up this close before.”

Seonghwa blinked down at you with wide eyes, as if realizing just how small the distance between the two of you was. His cheeks reddened quickly as he cleared his throat into a fist, stepping backwards and almost slipping on more snow. When he attempted to sidestep the large wet puddle he’d created because of his rippling heat, his foot caught onto a tree root and he tumbled backwards. Snowflakes clung onto his dark hair and he shivered yet again. You tried to conceal your sniggers behind a palm, but Seonghwa still seemed to notice, his blazing eyes narrowing in mock-offense.

“You’re enjoying this,” He stated with an accusatory tone.

“Of course I am,” You replied through muted laughs. “I’m sorry. I would help, but I’m afraid I’d only make it worse.” To emphasize your point, you shook your hands slightly, blue crystals of snow whirling about.

Seonghwa’s fiery eyes seemed to soften at this. He pushed himself up to his feet, now shivering so harshly that you could hear his teeth chatter. You’d only known this Flamer for less than two days and yet he’d already managed to tug at your heartstrings.

“You should go back and get warm. I’ve read about Flamers and their immune systems… you guys are absolute babies when it comes to the cold.” Out of instinct, you reached out to touch his arm, like you did to most sick patients. But of course, you paused just before the tips of your fingers brushed against his jacket, curled your hand into a palm and forced it back down to your side. “I wouldn’t want you getting a fever just to see an ordinary Icer.”

Seonghwa cracked a half of a smile, shaking his head in disbelief.

But when he spun on his heel to leave, you called out before you could stop yourself, “Will I ever see you again, Seonghwa?” He stopped in his tracks without turning to looking at you. Stomach coiling into a tight knot of tension, you awaited in the palpable silence, a heavy lump forming in your throat.

“Next time, let’s go somewhere a bit warmer, yeah? Meet me closer to Flamer territory, by the river next to the largest tree in the Grey Forest. If you get to see me shiver, I get to see you sweat, Icer.” And then he continued on his way, until his lithe form disappeared behind the misty haze and the frosted shrubbery.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Just what were you thinking, agreeing to meet with a Flamer? Were you always this stupid or had you just realized now? You couldn’t believe you were spending your free time with some random Flamer from the Fire Tribe. 

Thoughts of doubt swirled about in your head as you wove your way through the Grey Forest. The low rumbling of the river had you gulping down a large lump in your throat. It was already far too warm for you liking, the little snowflakes that buzzed around your head slowly melting away in water droplets. You didn’t think you’ve ever been this nervous before; not even back when you performed your first major surgery. There was just something about Seonghwa that you couldn’t stay away from… like when your Nan used to tell you no sugar candies before bed, it only made you crave for them all the more.

By the time you spotted Seonghwa leaning against the large tree, you were panting heavily, perspiration marring your skin. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” The Flamer chimed, seeming to be in a much better mood now that the tables have turned. He seemed quite at ease, not a bead of sweat to be seen. “Already worked up quite a sweat, have we?”

Pathetically, you lifted your arm to conjure a small snowball, proceeding to press it against your head for cool relief. It quickly melted into a slushy of ice and water, dripping down your hair. You frowned, while Seonghwa grinned in return.

“Not so fun, is it?” He teased while you kicked off your boots and dipped your feet into the river, moaning in relief at the slightly cooler temperature of the water. You wished to make it colder, but much to your disappointment, the water wouldn’t crystalize because of how quickly it was rushing by. 

Seonghwa crouched next to you, but still kept a decent length away, picking up rocks to skip across the river. For that, you were grateful, because if he made you any warmer than you were at that moment, you would’ve gotten up and stormed back to Icer lands. 

“The first time we met,” You started after flicking water onto your face to cool down, making Seonghwa glance at you with curious eyes. “You were telling me to go back to my territory. But now, you made me come closer to Flamer lands. What’s up with that?”

“I don’t know,” He answered honestly. “You’re just… not what I thought an Icer would be like. It made me curious.”

“And what did you think we’d be like?”

A small shrug lifted his shoulder, “Cold. I mean, not that you aren’t, but cold as in… your hearts would be frozen over as well. I grew up with stories of Icers freezing Flamers to death and placing them in their gardens as statues. But you don’t seem like you’d do that kind of stuff. Especially when you told me that you were a healer.”

“For me, everybody knew the story of how the Fire Tribe would lock the Icers they captured in a sealed room, and the snow they made would melt and they’d slowly watch as the room filled with water, unable to turn it into ice because it was too damn hot. And eventually… they’d drown.” At the last few words, you frosted over your fingers and dunked them beneath the waters’ surface.

Seonghwa’s horrified expression made you chuckle slightly.

“Well, for the record, we don’t do that. We aren’t barbarians.” His words were said huffily as he crossed his arms and turned fully to fix his rapt gaze on you.

“I know. It was merely a silly childhood legend.”

The hours dribbled away fairly quickly, you and Seonghwa exchanging tales of your childhood that only increased in absurdity the farther you recounted. He told you about his friend, San, and how they once snuck into Wind Tribe territory to steal rare Gustberries that only grew in the harsh fields of the Breezers. You told him of Hongjoong and Wooyoung, the former being your closest friend and the latter constantly getting himself hurt. Laughs and giggles and the quiet hum of the river filled the silences in between the gaps of your vivid conversations. The more time you spent talking with him, the more you found yourself growing fond of the fiery-eyed man. Who would’ve thought?

By the time the sun had already set, you and Seonghwa were sitting much closer than when you had first sat down, his heat pulsating through the air in waves. To be honest, you didn’t quite mind the subtle warmth after you got used to the initial shock, but you knew you were pushing your limits. An Icer shouldn’t be out in high temperatures for this long. 

You pushed yourself up to your feet, head swimming dizzily as you sucked in lungfuls of air. Slightly concerned, Seonghwa reached out to help you find your feet, but he pulled away at the last moment, just as you had last night. The tables really have turned, you thought in mild amusement.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m… fine…” You swayed on your feet slightly, pressing your cooler palm against your warmer-than-usual forehead.

“Come on, let’s get you back to the cold. You guys are absolute babies when it comes to the heat.” He said, mimicking the same exact words you told him yesterday. A weak laugh slipped past your lips, as you leaned against a tree branch.

Oh, everything was just too hot. You’ve been out of the snow for too long…

All of a sudden, the world was flipped onto its side, damp grass pressing against your face. You could barely register Seonghwa startled yelp before everything went dark.

“Hey. Icer, are you okay? Icer! Y/N, come on, I put you back in the snow, I don’t know what else to do.”

Though your head pounded as though someone had whacked you with a tree branch, you could just barely make out Seonghwa’s concerned tone. When your eyelids fluttered open, you were met with the sight of the Flamer’s handsome, yet alarmed face.

“You okay?” His words came gentle and soothing.

Puffing out a small sigh, you nodded tiredly. Being back in the snow felt much better, “Yeah. Thank you,” You croaked out sheepishly.

Seonghwa beamed down at you, before shuffling away so as the snow around you wouldn’t melt. But just as soon as the smile graced his features, it quickly dissipated into a frown, “Don’t scare me like that,” He practically scolded. “You win, okay? Next time we can stay in the snow.”

Breath caught in your throat, a heavy blush laid over your cheeks, “Next time? You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

“No, I suppose not,” Seonghwa said somewhat nonchalantly, shocking you.

“I… well, thank you for the, well… uhm, getting me back,” You stumbled over your words the longer Seonghwa stared. Oh, what was this man doing to you? “I have some… healer things I need to do… so, I best get going… erm -” Without another thought, you pushed yourself onto your knees, snow crunching underneath your breeches as you leaned over towards him.

He was so warm. His face, especially, once you brushed your far-cooler lips against his cheekbone. The Flamer reared back with a ridiculous, startled expression, eyes comically wide. One of his hands came up to clamp against the cheek you kissed, mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. 

“It was really nice talking to you. Thank you again,” You murmured while hiding a grin behind your palm. With that, you turned on your heel and left the blushing Flamer alone in the snow.

From then on, you saw Seonghwa practically every day. Oftentimes, you’d meet in the snow and stroll through the Grey Forest until it got far too warm and the both of you would have to turn back. The moment he’d see your skin dampen with sweat, he’d have the two of you abruptly changing course, steering away from the heat of the Fire Tribe. You thought that was incredibly thoughtful of him. 

Once, Seonghwa discovered a more shallower part of the river that you could actually crystalize to keep yourself cool. That day was a good day. You had gently taken his scorching hand and tried to help him run across the ice before his heat could melt it away. The two of you left soaking wet, boisterous grins painted across your lips.

Hongjoong, being your closest friend and all, was constantly questioning and badgering on about where you went every afternoon. After all, you were a healer and your tribe needed you. But, however selfish it was, you didn’t want to stop seeing Seonghwa… he made you feel things no person from the Ice Tribe had ever made you feel.

The more you saw him, the more you had the urge to yank his stupidly sharp jawline towards you and shove your lips onto his. You’d imagine the way the warmth radiating off his skin would feel underneath your frigid palms and lips. You thought back to the second-long cheek kiss you gave him a couple months back, a fond smile tickling at the corner of your mouth.

“What’re you thinking about?” Seonghwa asked from beside you, nudging you slightly. Over a long course of time, the pair of you grew more and more comfortable with one another, inching closer and closer with each meet-up. At this point, you were practically sitting on top of him, one of his legs intertwined with yours and your head laying on his shoulder, the both of you leaning against a frosted tree trunk. Seonghwa smelled of sweet, burning sugar with a heavier scent of roasted coffee beans. He also often complained about how cold you were, although his tone was always fairly light and lacked any true bite. 

“Nothing,” You were quick to say, pulling your head away from his shoulder to peer up at him.

Shrugging off your strange attitude, Seonghwa glanced down at you with excited eyes, “You wanna see a new trick I learned?”

Without awaiting your answer (because he knew you’d say yes anyway), Seonghwa cupped his hands together and pulled them away to produce a thin orange flame morphed into the shape of a shooting arrow. You watched in rapt fascination as the fire-arrow spun in the air when Seonghwa whistled sharply. Then, he pushed it away to embed itself into the tree across from you. The tree’s dry bark was quick to catch aflame, but you flicked your hands and caged in the fire with frost, the orange dying out into the blackened wood. 

“Learned that during archery,” Seonghwa beamed down at your bemused expression. “You know, only the best Flamers can morph their fires into shapes. It takes a lot of concentration.”

With no effort at all, you twirled your fingers to make an intricate rabbit out of ice, whiskers and fur and all, holding it out to Seonghwa with a minuscule smile. The Flamer scowled slightly, and touched the tip of his finger to the clear crystal, watching it dribble into liquid through the gaps of your palms.

You rolled your eyes to the side before leaning your head back onto his shoulder with a content sigh, “Don’t you compete with me, Park Seonghwa. You’ll never win.”

Much to your surprise, he didn’t bother to argue, and instead pressed his warm nose into your frosty hair, humming, “Yeah, yeah. And who was the one that fainted in the heat again?”

“If I recall correctly, you’ve caught more than three colds just this year! And it’s only the fifth moon, too!”

His hands suddenly darted out to tickle your midriff, to which you squirmed away with a smothered laugh. 

“Hm, wanna put it to the test? I promise I’ll go easy,” You said teasingly once you managed to capture his wrists. You could feel his pulse rapidly thumping against the pad of your thumb. 

“I don’t know… I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

“Trust me, you’re not the one that’ll be hurting.”

“Oh, you’re on, Icer.”

The two of you stumbled onto your feet and you held yourself up in a defensive stance. With a faint smile, Seonghwa mimicked your position. Admittedly, it wasn’t a very fair fight; you were a healer and he was a well-trained fighter.

But nonetheless, you were the first to throw, a frozen ball of ice the size of your fist hurtled towards him at top speed. Seonghwa was quick to react, blasting the ice with orange flames until it melted mid-air. You frowned and lithely dodged behind a tree when he reconjured his fire arrows and sent them after you. In retaliation, you quickly brought up a thick ice barrier with a laugh, smothering the thin lines of fire away with the sole of your boots. 

The air was chock-full of his crackling flames muted by your snow, crystalline icicles dripping from nearby tree branches, and lame taunts tossed back and forth by the both of you as you play-fought for another couple of minutes.

Seonghwa might’ve had the upper hand in combat, but you knew how to play dirty. Just as he was stepping forward, you sent a sheet of slippery ice to slide underneath his boots. With a bewildered expression, Seonghwa flailed about for a moment, the small fire he prepared in his palm dying down to glowing embers, before tumbling down into the snow. 

“That was low, Y/N,” The Flamer huffed out whilst trying to catch his breath against the pale white mound of snowflakes, glaring at you with playfully narrowed eyes. You were glad to see that he wasn’t actually angry at you.

“Do you call defeat, Seonghwa? There’s no shame in admitting it, you know!” Your jaunts were light-hearted as you walked closer to him and Seonghwa found himself grinning despite the cold stinging his skin. 

Sticking your hand out to help him up, Seonghwa eyed you for a moment with an indiscernible expression, his playful nature fading away into something you couldn’t quite decipher.

Instead of pushing himself up, he suddenly pulled you down with him, a startled shriek leaving your lips and echoing across the Grey Forest. You fell on top of him with a grunt of pain, meeting his glowing amber eyes with your confused ones. During your hazy moment of puzzlement, Seonghwa tugged you closer, his warm palms curled around your forearms gently. 

And then, without further warning, he kissed you. This one was nothing like the first kiss you gave him. That one was merely an innocent peck on the cheek. But this one… this one held passion and furtive desire and yearning. The both of you most definitely wanted this, it was quite clear by now.

Your senses were overwhelmed in the best way possible. All you could smell was him, the heavy undertone of roasted coffee beans sending your head into a cloudy daze. Your lips were slanted against his hot ones, noses of starkly opposite temperatures bumping against one another in your moment of desperation. You weren’t sure where to place your hands, so you balled them up against his jacket, just close enough to feel the hardness of his chest underneath.

For you, everything was hot, searing with a need for more as his plump, warm lips laid over yours. For him, however, everything was cold. The snow beneath was a mild annoyance, and yet he was willing to bear through it for you. You were equally freezing, but Seonghwa welcomed the cold for once, a dangerous ache that would grow to be lethal if neither of you were careful.

A small, frosty sigh left you when he pulled away for a second to stare at you with those intense eyes of his. You stared back with part-confusion and part-longing, lips agape. That apparently set something off in him, because he sat up with you straddling his hips, hands now encircled around your midriff as he kissed you more passionately, leaning forward so your back arched into him.

This wasn’t supposed to be happening. Why were you feeling these emotions for a Flamer of all people? Why couldn’t you have just stayed within your own tribe? Turmoil churned about in you as you kissed him in somewhat of a frantic manner. You hated yourself for loving it so much.

The second time he pulled away, you were both gasping for breath, lips swollen and clothes rumpled and askew. You could tell he wanted to kiss you again, and probably a thousand times after that. To be frank, that was all you wanted as well.

But you knew this had to stop. And so, when he leaned forward to capture your lips with his again, you flinched none-too-subtly and slid off his lap. An expression of genuine hurt flickered across his handsome, reddened features. A twinge of guilt gnawed away at your stomach as you got up onto your shaky feet.

“Go home, Seonghwa,” Was all you could find yourself saying with a hoarse voice. “You’re going to catch a cold again.”

You couldn’t look at him anymore. And so, you left him laying crestfallen in the snow, hurriedly making your way back to Icer lands, small blue snowflakes trailing behind you and cold tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

The next day, Seonghwa didn’t show up. You waited by your usual meet-up place, gnawing on your lip anxiously, glancing every which way in hopes of seeing the raven-headed Flamer. In the midst of your worrying turmoil, more and more snowflakes emanated from your skin and it didn’t take long for them to accumulate by your feet, completely covering your boots in a pristilline white blanket. You stepped out of the feather-soft pile, opting to impatiently trudge about in an attempt to steel your nerves.

You hadn’t been able to sleep that night. Seonghwa’s heartbroken expression was imprinted into your mind, leaving you in a mess of guilt and regret and anger. 

Why did you have to push him away? Seonghwa, your first non-Icer friend, shoved away as if he meant nothing. You released a frustrated groan, smacking your palm into your forehead.

It made sense that he didn’t want to see you. If you were in his shoes, you probably wouldn’t leave your room and have the light of day touch your face for a whole moon. The idea of Seonghwa upset just didn’t sit right with you. Nonetheless, you could do little else than bide your time for him, however much you hated waiting.

He didn’t show up the next day either. Nor the one after that. 

By the fourth day of waiting, you started to feel twinges of discouragement, but you never gave up, determined to set things right with Seonghwa. The niggling thought of him never showing up was one that often pestered you while you patiently awaited his return, although always quickly shoved down into the corner of your mind. You didn’t want to think about what you would do if you never saw him again.

It took just over a week of waiting for him to come back. At that point, you hadn’t thought he’d come back at all, reluctantly accepting that you’ve ultimately ruined your friendship with Seonghwa.

And so, imagine your surprise when his voice rang out through the trees, your name rolling off his tongue smoothly, “Y/N.”

Startled, you flinched so hard that your head hit a branch that hung lowly on the icy tree you were sitting beneath. It reminded you so much of the first time you met him that you couldn’t help but crack a smile after your initial pained grimace.

“Seonghwa,” You gasped, eyes round with shock and mouth agape. “You’re… you’re back!” 

The excitement in your voice didn’t go undetected by either of you, but his features were set in stone, unmoving and neutral. Those blazing eyes of his seemed to bore holes into you, and you felt strangely naked underneath his gaze. You noticed that his appearance was more disheveled than ever, eyebags dark and hair not neatly slicked back like usual. He looked broken, but far too proud to admit so.

“Seonghwa…?” You stepped closer, the frosted leafy foliage crumbling under the pressure. This man was someone you deeply cared about, and you knew he felt the same about you.

So why was he staring at you like you meant nothing to him?

A shiver ran down your spine, a sensation that only Seonghwa could bestow upon you. Which was ironic, because the cold feeling that tickled down your spine was ignited by a man with powers of fire and heat. 

You and him didn’t belong together. That was clear as day by now.

“Seonghwa,” You mumbled again, reaching out to him once close enough.

He shut his eyes as if looking at you were torture. It stung more than you liked to admit, so you retracted your fingers, clenching them into a fist and dropping them back by your side awkwardly. The air was so tense, so utterly uncomfortable, you could feel the crack in your heart splinter into more branches.

“Stop saying that.”

“Saying what?” Your bottom lip trembled. This wasn’t the Seonghwa you’ve grown to be so fond of. This man scared you. You had half a mind to grab him by the shoulders and shake some sense back into him. Where did your Seonghwa go?

An angry huff escaped his lips, misting visibly out of his carmine lips. The very ones you kissed a little over a week ago.

“You can’t… just… don’t say my name. Please. We can’t be like that anymore. We can’t do this. We can’t keep seeing each other.” Seonghwa’s stoic mask disintegrated into raw emotion. He looked to be on the verge of tears, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you mirrored the same exact expression.

There was a part of you that wanted to yell and scream and throw sharp icicles at him until he had no choice but to run back to Flamer territory. Anywhere, as long as it was far away from you. The other, more rational part of you, whispered that he was right. After all, you were the one that pushed him away first. It was only fair.

A broken bone won’t heal if you keep putting pressure on the wound. Being a healer, you couldn’t just ignore your own teachings.

But for just once in your life, you wanted to be selfish. You wanted to hold Seonghwa tightly in your grasp, no matter how dangerous it was. You wanted to call him yours, and you wanted to be his. You wanted to kiss him again, despite the small action being the ultimate downfall for the both of you.

And so you found yourself croaking out, making sure to emphasize his name, “Seonghwa, you know just as much as I do that there’s something here between us. You can’t just ignore it and toss that all out the window!”

His face screwed up in an effort to keep the onslaught of tears at bay. Perhaps what he felt for you wasn’t yet as strong as what he’d call love, but he wasn’t very far from it. He cared too much for you, so much more than anybody else in his life.

He needed you. And because of that, he had to let you go. Fraternizing with the enemy wasn’t something to be taken lightly. If his tribe knew about this little escapade of his, they’d have his head and would finally have a good enough reason to declare war. Regardless, it was only a matter of time. The Fire Tribe has hated Icers for centuries and centuries, teetering on the brink between neutrality and complete bloodshed. 

“We have no choice,” The words were said in a low tone, rumbling deep down in his chest. Seonghwa shuffled closer, so close that you could feel his familiar heat wavering against the ice once again. You longed to reach out and place your hand on his chest, feel his heart thumping against his ribcage frantically, just as yours was. “Do you know what they’d do to you - to us - if our tribes found us together? It’s too risky, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt.”

“I’m a healer. I can take care of myself! And we can just stay careful like we always have. Besides, people rarely come into the Grey Forest anymore!” Your words came out fast and jittery and panicked. You thought that you had already come to terms with losing the man that stood in front of you, but you were far from acceptance, you knew that now.

Seonghwa carded a pale hand through dark strands of hair, “I’m sorry, were you not the one that told me to go back home? You started this. You wanted this!” He was so agitated that when he swung his arm back to his side, small crackles of fire lit up his fingers.

Something inside you snapped, “I most definitely did not! It was just… all too sudden and I needed time to think. Now that I’ve already thought, there’s no need for us to run away and never see each other again! You’re overexaggerating, Seonghwa.”

“No, you don’t get it. Don’t you know, Y/N? Our tribes are verging on war. We’re supposed to be enemies, you and I. Don’t be daft!” His voice raised a notch or two louder, and you found yourself shrinking into yourself.

Tears pricked your eyes and you looked away from his fierce gaze, “We don’t have to be a part of that. We can just -”

“Just what? Pretend? We can’t play picnic in the forest and act like our people aren’t planning to slaughter each other!”

“You know what?” You shouted so loudly that the birds nesting on treetops fluttered away, a mass of dark wings and agitated squawks. “If you want to walk away from this relationship, from me, then go ahead! I won’t stop you. Fuck you, Seonghwa. Fuck you for throwing this away the moment it became something more.”

“You were the first to push away!” He protested, pointing an accusatory finger at you.

“Well, I’m sorry!” You cried out, furiously swiping away the tears that dribbled down your cheeks. “I’m sorry I was scared! I’m willing to try again, but you’re not giving me the chance. I waited for you every day, you know.”

“I know. I saw,” He said, suddenly quiet. “I’m sorry for making you wait.”

The two of you stared at each other defiantly, heavy breaths misting the air in front of you. His nose was tinted a deep pink, no doubt because of the cold.

“I’m leaving,” Seonghwa said after a long while. “And you shouldn’t come back here. Ever. I need you to know, Y/N. I’m doing this because I care about you. I expect you to do the same for me.”

Then, after casting you a forlorn expression, he tore his blazing eyes away and stiffly swiveled around in the snow. A gust of wind tousled his hair and he blew out a sigh of pale white mist. The cold made his nose red, and you subconsciously noticed the way he shivered slightly, brushing snowflakes off his sleeve. You’d miss that.

You’d miss him.

His heat grew fainter as his long strides took him further away from you. Your tears had crystallized on your cheeks uncomfortably, a frozen reminder of what you’d lost. You had half the mind to storm right up to Seonghwa and force him to stay here, by your side. That was the child speaking within you, however, and you were no longer a child. 

Flicking the solidified salt water on your cheeks away, you did just the same as Seonghwa had minutes ago, trudging your way back to Icer lands. Little did either of you know, the two of you cried fresh tears along the whole journey back. 

The last time you ever stepped foot in the Grey Forest was just the day after. Your eyes were puffy and aching, hair a terrible mess, and a wax-sealed envelope was tightly clutched in your hand.

There was a chance that Seonghwa would never come back. In fact, it was most probable that he’d never get the precariously written letter you left by the usual meeting place, considering what he told you yesterday.

Fond memories sunk its sharpened claws into you, stealing away your breath as you cupped both hands over your mouth, overwhelmed in every way possible. You were far too drained to cry, having emptied away all your tears the day before.

And so, you brushed stray snowflakes off the periwinkle-hued wax stamp, placing it down by the tree stump where Seonghwa usually sat. 

Then you muttered a quiet, broken goodbye, stomping back to Icer lands. You were never going to see Seonghwa again. 

Dear Seonghwa,

I know you told me to never come back. I won’t, I promise. I just wanted to leave the letter because… we never properly got to say goodbye, did we?

Well, congrats, you big dummy. You’re right. You always were, and you always are. We were never supposed to be friends. I mean, I suppose we’re enemies now, aren’t we? It was quite the foolish fantasy we had going on there, huh? I get it, we have to stay loyal to our respective tribes, we can’t risk getting caught, so on so forth. I just hope that when war is declared (which doesn’t seem to be long from now, to be quite honest), I won’t see you on the battlefield. I don’t think I’d be able to handle that. 

So, I guess this is goodbye. It’s a little hard to believe that I won’t ever get to see your stupid face again. Remember when I threw a snowball at you so hard that it broke your nose? You panicked and blood went splattering everywhere and it didn’t stop until I got you to calm down. For a highly-ranked Flamer soldier, I’d expect you to be less squeamish at the sight of your own blood. It’s alright, though. As a healer myself, blood still freaks me out just a bit.

I thought I ruined your pretty face for all the poor ladies and gents who were mad in love with you back at the Flame Tribe, and I felt so guilty. And then you smiled! I remember feeling envy and astonishment at the same time because how the hell could one look pretty while smiling through a broken, bloody nose? 

I’m glad I didn’t ruin your face, though. You’d probably get really mad at me if I did. But you would’ve forgiven me eventually, right?

Frankly, I don’t know if I deserve your forgiveness for what I did. And no, I’m not talking about hurting your precious face (they say a once-broken nose makes a man more attractive!). I’m sorry for pushing you away, Seonghwa. Really, I don’t know what I was thinking. I was scared and I needed time to think. I hope you understand that. If you don’t, that’s okay as well.

If I could rewind time, I wouldn’t have stopped kissing you. I could’ve carried on for days and days and days on end. Did you know that you’re the second person I’ve ever kissed? Don’t ask about the first, drunk Wooyoung isn’t really something to brag about. Well, for the record, you were the first kiss I actually enjoyed. Congrats.

Of course, all this doesn’t mean that it was entirely my fault. I waited for you for a week, and you did nothing but hide behind trees and watch. That was real shitty of you, to put it plainly.

I’ll miss you, though. I’ve never felt this way about any Icer and I doubt I ever will. Of all people to set my sights on, it just had to be a Flamer. What rotten luck we have.

Goodbye forever, Seonghwa. Stay safe, alright? For my sake.

With much love,

Y/N.

Seonghwa read the letter through so quickly that his pupils seemed to be moving at lightning speed. Then, with a numbed heart, he read it a second time, this time much slower.

By the third time he reread each of your carefully handwritten words, warm tears of salt water were running over his cheeks. His face had grown considerably hotter, the salty liquid steaming misty tendrils against his skin. He was angry. So, so ridiculously angry. At himself, at this stupid rivalry between the tribes, at you for being so goddamn perfect. Of course you’d managed to squeeze in jaunts and jokes in a farewell note.

There was a part of him that wished he’d never come back to the Grey Forest and found the letter. Fat droplets of his tears trickled down his jaw and soaked through the parchment, marring the intricate ink characters. With a gentle sigh, Seonghwa brushed the dampness away and stiffly flicked his wrist.

The letter burst into glowing orange flames. And Seonghwa watched on, stifling down the urge to break down into a fit of chest-wracking sobs, until your goodbye was nothing but a measly pile of blackened ashes on his palm.

[il-mio-tesoro]

rosalie hale x fem!reader smut 18+

Warnings: nsfw, choking, degradation, fingering, face sitting, oral (female receiving), possessiveness, mistress used, pet used as a petname, blindfolding, very light bondage, sub/dom dynamic??, praise and a tiny bit of exhibition??

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LOWER CAPS ON PURPOSE LMAO!!

i had been dating the elusive rosalie hale for a while, she had been sweet, and caring and lovely, and just a wonderful person.

never would i have thought she'd be like this in bed.

we were hanging out at her house, and she watched emmett and i play mario kart, while i sat in her lap. i wore a loose vest and a matching pair of shorts, like i usually would when i was sleeping at the cullens.

"dammit emmett!" i screamed, for what felt like the 100th time that night.

he laughed loudly, "can't help that i'm better than you!"

i scowled at him, "rematch!"

he shrugged, "you're the one losing."

rosalie rubbed your shoulders gently, while jasper laughed at our antics, "c'mon, sweetheart, you can do it. even if you don't, remember he has supernatural reflexes."

i turned round to peck her lips, "oh, i'll win babe, just you wait."

ding

ding

ding!

the dings signalled the beginning of the race, and we immediately started mashing buttons. i focused on nothing but the screen, wiggling in rose's lap as if i were in the kart, but she didn't mind, all she'd do it laugh.

"...c'mon!" i shouted, about to finish the 3rd lap a fraction of a millimetre before emmett.

"yes!" i said, jumping up from rosalie's lap. "i beat you emmett! you, officially suck!" i turned to jasper, "i won! i bet i can beat you now, sucker!" i rambled, launching myself into his arms like i'd done many times before.

he was taken my surprise, so he hadn't had much time to consider his hand placement, and accidentally ended up resting them just above my ass.

i spun round and out of his arms, to face rosalie, "i won, babe!" she looked pissed. "i'm sorry, babe. what's u-" I began, but she cut me off, bitterly. "head up to our bedroom, sweetheart."

i almost ran upstairs, but not after hearing my vampire mate snarl at jasper and follow me.

she slammed the door behind her, and gently pushed me onto the bed, silently asking me if i knew, and was okay with what she was about to do. though stunned, i was more than okay with this happening this way.

she crawled above me and pinned me in. "you know you're mine? don't you?" she growled.

i heard booming laughter from jasper and emmett, and a quick 'ow' from them both shortly after it had begun, a slap had been delivered, presumably by alice.

i cleared my throat, "o-of course i do, love."

"then why," she started, trailing a finger down my jawline, "did you throw yourself at jasper?"

"i, well, i got giddy and hugged him when i won, i only have eyes for you, ro-"

"ah, ah, ah. that's not it, darling." she said seductively, "why did you let him touch you right-" she grabbed your ass, "-here?"

"it was higher than that, i swear rose!" i pleaded genuinely.

she looked deep into your eyes again, asking for permission. this wasn't a something you two hadn't spoken about yet. i smiled and nodded.

"hm... might show you who you belong to.. would you like that, pet?"

i blushed and became a stuttering mess, "i-" i was once again, interrupted by laughter.

"ow!" i heard emmett shout.

"we literally can't help it! we have supernatural hearing!" jasper.

"then leave." alice, bless her heart.

i heard the front door open and close.

"answer me, pet. you like that, don't you? being called pet."

"m-mhm."

she grinned and snaked her hand underneath my shirt and groped my boob and i bit my lip to keep quiet. "c'mon darling, i want to hear your pretty noises." rosalie said, helping me sit up.

"arms up." she muttered. i listened without delay, and she immediately pulled my top off and pushed me back down, "no bra, naughty girl." she tutted, hand creeping around my throat.

i moaned, involuntarily. rose grinned, "another thing you like? wow, i thought figuring you out would be harder. but no," she said trailing a hand up my front, "you're a dirty girl, aren't you?"

she pinched my rosy nipples, and i moaned slightly louder.

the blonde atop of me began massaging my breasts, kissing them, licking them, pinching them, you name it.

i pressed my legs together, and moaned more. i shrieked in shock and pleasure when she delivered a bite to my bud, rosalie only smirking at me, snaking a hand to my thighs, and using it to hold them apart, "patience, pet."

i whined at the lack of friction, but she continued her attack on my nipples, until i reached my breaking point, "rose! please, just- ugh!"

she stopped, and smiled innocently, "what darling?"

"you know, babe!"

she leaned down, and whispered in my ear, "in bed, you call me rose, or mistress. got it, pet?"

i groaned softly, and my face flushed red. "y-yes."

she licked below my ear and i shivered, "yes, what?"

"yes, mistress."

"now... what do i know?"

i turned my head away from her, "don't make me say it, rose."

she grinned, almost predatorily, "why ever not, darling?" she said sinfully.

"i'm in a house with your vampire family, i don't want them to hear."

"do it. i want them to know you're mine."

"i love you rose, but they're mated pairs, like us."

she beamed at me, with a glint in her eyes, tightening her grip on my throat a bit, not enough to hurt me though. "maybe i'll have to show you we're a mated pair then, pet."

she stripped slowly, exposing her matching red underwear set, then she took a dressing gown belt of a hook, and walked back to me with a sway in her hips.

"you're so beautiful, rosalie." i said, genuinely smiling at her.

she smiled softly, before returning to her dominatrix act.

"arms up, darling."

i obeyed without a second thought.

the red silk of the belt tied my hands to her white bedframe, a perfectly sinful contrast.

i tugged gently, and saw that i couldn't undo them. my breath caught in my throat, but i soon calmed down, knowing she wouldn't do anything to harm me in any way.

i saw her walk away again, this time returning with her black scarf.

"can you lift your head, please?"

"mhm," i said, smiling.

"i would never hurt you, y/n." she said, breaking out of her persona, and placing a tender kiss to my lips.

"i know."

the smooth material covered my eyes, blinding me, my face burned, again, and rosalie chuckled.

"your secrets keep unravelling, ma chére."

i felt her straddle my hips, and sturdy herself by pressing her hands on my chest.

a tear sounded through the room, my shorts. "rose! i liked those shorts!"

"i'll buy you new ones."

a finger traced her inner thigh, and her index and middle finger pressed against her panties, "so wet. all for me?"

i gulped, "y-yes, mistress."

she moaned at the name, and lightly ground her hips into my abdomen.

another tear filled the room, my panties. "you're lucky i don't like that set too much." i grumbled.

her hand came back up to my throat. "and you're lucky i don't punish you for that." rose slid off her stomach, and kneeled in between my legs.

"head up." i lifted my head, to which she pulled the scarf off.

"keep your eyes open."

she dragged her index and middle finger through me heat, all while maintaining eye contact, and gently sucked on her fingers. "so sweet... and wet." she grinned.

rosalie put the scarf back on me, putting me in darkness again.

her cold breath fanned my mound and she blew on my clit. i moaned an ground myself into the mattress.

"such a whore... all for me." i moaned again at her use of whore.

"rose..."

"what's a good girl like you enjoying being called a whore?" she asked innocently, probably grinning.

her cool tongue gingerly touched my slit, liking a stripe from the bottom of it right to the top, flattening her tongue over the clit.

"oh my... rose." i whimpered, moaning louder.

though she had no experience with girls, she ate me out expertly.

her tongue flicked over clit again, and made her way down to my entrance, slipping the tip of her tongue in, before pulling it out as fast as it went in.

i became a moaning mess, as she started to rapidly flick her tongue over my clit. my hands begged to lodge themselves into her hair.

"rose-" i cut myself off with a moan, "i-i'm gonna cum."

"hold it." she said, barely stopping her actions.

her movements became faster.

"mistress- i can't hold it for m-much longer!"

her hand reached up and pinched my nipple, before whispering, "cum for me, pet."

i released, and rose kept going through it.

"like honey." she said. kissing you with her lips covered in my juices.

"thankyou, rose."

"oh, you don't think i've finished have you? i told you i'd show you who you belong to, did i not?"

i nodded shyly, probably blushing.

"words please, darling."

"y-you did."

"you did, what?"

"you did... mistress."

"good girl." i whimpered at the praise, and she kissed me again.

"precious girl. praise kink, you have no idea how cute that is."

suddenly, she inched a finger into my heat, pulling moans out of me already.

"only one finger. guess the first orgasm made you very sensitive, hm?"

"m-mhm."

her finger curled, just as she introduced a second one. "oh my god, rose, it feels so good." you whispered, knowing full well she could hear you.

she pulled them out, and thrust them back in, repeating the action several times, forcing needy moans out of me. "aw, you're so needy it's cute."

"i'll let you cum, but if you don't do it in, hm... 10 seconds, i'll leave you for the night, deal?"

"deal, rose."

her lips wrapped around my swollen clit, and her fingers moved faster into a heavenly spot i didn't know i had.

her fingers tapped on my thigh every second and in between the fifth and the sixth, i released onto her face and i felt her grin into my heat. she gave my clit a final kiss, and pulled off the scarf.

her eyes were warm as she straddled my abdomen, smiling.

"you did so well, darling."

i pouted, "you didn't get to cum, rose."

she tutted, "i wanted you to feel good, honey."

"but i want you to feel good, rosie."

"well then, what would you like me to do?"

i frowned, "don't make me say it, rose."

she tapped my nose and crossed her arms over her chest, "then i guess i won't be doing anything."

i sighed melodramatically, "...sit on my face." i mumbled.

"pardon, pet?"

i went scarlet, "s-sit on my face, please." i said clearly.

"as you wish, darling." she said, mounting my chin, and gasping when my tongue darted up to meet her wet clit. breathe through your nose, i thought to myself.

i flicked my tongue against her cool clit, her body reacting by thrusting into my mouth. i tried flicking faster, and she grabbed the headboard, using it to help her grind into my face rhythmically. "such a g-good girl." she said, before the room descended into her moans.

"darling, i'm going to cum." when she said this, i laid my tongue flat onto her clit, and dragged it down her slit, until she released into my mouth.

she dismounted, and i smiled at her, "did i do good?"

"perfectly." rose said, while untying my wrists, throwing the ribbon elsewhere. "i'll be back in a moment, don't move."

thinking of your moment gave you butterflies, and true to her word, she returned with a soft wash-cloth, a pile of clothes in her hand and a dressing gown on her. she started of by wiping my face, and she then gently wiped my heat, trying not to over-stimulate me.

"get these on, and we'll get you a snack and a drink and afterwards i'll run you a nice bath, okay?"

"okay, i love you babe." i said, pulling on her slightly larger t-shirt on and a pair of my shorts.

she opened her bedroom door for me, "i love you too." she said, while wrapping an arm around my waist and leading me downstairs.

she lead you into the kitchen, where she gave you unneeded help onto a stool, and scuttled around for food.

alice, edward, carlisle and esme walked in slyly, emmett and jasper joining from outside.

"chocolate sound good, honey?" rose shouted from a cupboard.

"yes please!" you said, blushing from the cullens' collective smirk.

emmett and jasper hopped onto the stools either side of you, smirking, "so-"

"emmett, don't." edward warned, and alice gave jasper a smack round the head.

"whatever your thinking, don't."

esme and carlisle gave your shoulder a squeeze, adding more rouge to your blush.

rosalie handed you your favourite chocolate bar, and gave you a quick peck.

esme smiled at you, "camomile tea, dear?"

"yes please, esme."

edward wretched, "rosalie control your thoughts." he said childishly.

i almost choked on my chocolate, "babe, you better not be doing what i think you're doing."

"i would never!" she said sarcastically, placing a hand to her heart, "after all, you're mine."

my head fell into my hands as the cullens' laughed, "shut up rose!"

"here's your tea, dear."

"thankyou."

"i love you, y/n."

"love you too, rosalie."

alice snickered, "more like mistress and pet."

"ALICE!" the couple shouted, simultaneously.

"I knew you would!" emmett shouted at alice, picking her up and spinning her.

"we win!" jasper gloated, while the parental figures and edward just laughed.

[shakespearesdrugdealer]

Just friends

Minors DNI.

Pairings: College AU. College!Gojo x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut (fingering), swearing, is fluff a warning?

A/N: Okayy, so this a college AU with a friends with benefits dynamic. I wanted to make this a slow burn so I'll see where it leads lol.

Enjoy!

He was kissing your neck and you were adjusting yourself under him to allow him to move further down. He didn’t smell like himself; his cologne was mixed with someone else’s. You were supposed to be okay with that though, because you guys were just friends after all. You were there for each other while doing homework, working on labs together, going bowling on the weekends, grabbing coffee and when the teenage hormonal urge came to indulge in each other’s body; well, a month ago you agreed to that too.

“Look, despite the movies, I think it could work,” Gojo proposed.

“What makes you think that?” you narrow your eyes at him from across the lab counter you guys were sitting at, trying to compile a report you messed up twice by now.

Chemistry was hard. But Gojo was making it harder for both of you right now by asking unnecessary questions to push a few boundaries in your friendship.

“The fact that you are pretty objective, and that we are both have needs,” he said, adding a playful drawl on the last word.

“No,” you pointed out firmly, hesitating to meet the eyes that were set at looking into yours. “You have needs, I on the other hand would like to finish this report and go to sleep.”

“See, that could easily be turned into a better end to your day if you go to sleep with me,” he countered, putting his hand on the calculator you were punching numbers into; forcing you to lift your head up and look at him with a frustrated but amused expression.

“Is this really the time to talk about this?” you huffed, trying to free your hand while trying hard and failing at controlling the heat spreading to your face.

“No time better than the present lovie.”

“Not your lovie,” you emphasized, sitting back onto your chair and giving up at the notion of finishing your lab. When Gojo is being stubborn about something, there were not a lot of ways to solve the problem but give in and listen; like right now, with his absurd idea.

But was it really absurd though? You guys have been friends for a good while now, 2 years to be exact. You liked how he could go on for ages talking about the ridiculous things he did at college that day and you wouldn’t mind listening because it allowed you to see the day outside of your own world. Maybe it was because your life lacked a little chaos and his lacked the calm and organization of yours; but you worked well with each other. He dragged you out of the dorm on days you got obsessed with completing your readings and you were grateful for the sun that you got. You also dragged him back into the dorm on nights you knew were meant for rest, or studying instead of getting wasted with the kids who had already completed their tests for that week.

“Look, all I’m saying is, let’s try it out, and if it fails…” he stretched out of his chair like he was doing some kind of tedious work (like the fucking report you guys were supposed to write). “Well, at least we will know where that road leads to.”

His standing figure made you look so small you wanted to punch him in the throat. But you also felt safe?

It’s not like you were completely against the idea. I mean, you knew him pretty well; you knew what kind of a person he was. You understood that he makes a great friend, but he would probably break your heart and chuck it in the bag of broken hearts he carries around with him. And let’s not lie, he’s hot. You’ve seen how his shirt rides up when he leans back against the pillows on your bed on the days he drops by your dorm to annoy you. You also hate how you can’t stop yourself from staring at how his eyes widen and sparkle when he finds something interesting in the material he’s reading when you guys are studying together. You knew there was a thin line between being his friend, working well together, him being so fucking attractive and you falling in love with him, God forbid.

Well, maybe you could walk that thin line. “If we fail, we never talk about it again okay?” you started, framing the rules of your relationship in your head.

“Yup,” he agreed, liking where this conversation was headed.

“There are going to be rules of course.”

“Mhhm.”

“No talk of this outside the two of us.” You look at him dead serious.

“Yep yep.”

“And you have to stop being so fucking annoying when we do what we do,” you added.

“Meh, no promises,” he shrugged.

“Okay, well, it looks like we’ve come to some kind of an agreement even though this report is not done,” you sighed closing your book at the realization that the time you signed up for the lab had elapsed.

“Hey,” Gojo said, clearing his throat. Was he nervous? You glanced at him while trying to gather your things into your bag.

“Do you wanna test the agreement?”

“What?” you pause your actions at the offer. “Now?”

“I mean, I see nothing stopping us,” he reasoned. “And we can finish the report at the dorm too.”

“How do you plan for these bribes to work with me?” you smile at his offer to work in exchange of doing the dirty.

“What can I say lovie, I’m a bit of a genius when it comes to being a slut.” Only Gojo could imbue so much confidence into being a slut.

“Again,” you said, “not your lovie.” You push your bag into his chest as a sign of agreement and head towards the lab door. He caught up with you in no time, cradling your bag in his arms and smiling stupidly wide like he won at an arcade game at the fair. You didn’t know if what was going to follow was a disaster or the start of something better than anything you two ever knew.

He didn’t even wait for you guys to settle into your room or talk about how your relationship was going to work before throwing your bag onto the bed and backing you up against your door and pressing his lips against yours to let you know how the next few hours of your day were going to go. And oh my god, they were going to go so fucking good.

“Is this okay?” he asked, pulling away from your lips and twisting the lock on your door with his free hand.

“Yeah,” you squeaked, embarrassed and a little confused at how quickly this day was taking a whole new turn.

“Wanna say that again?” he teased swiping his thumb across your cheek while tilting your head to look at you properly.

“Just-” you swallowed. You’ve never seen his eyes look like this, even after all this time with him. They had their usual playful glint in them, the kind that normally makes you want to shove him through a locker (not that you haven’t tried) but right now there was something more. Something that made you want to run but also give into his touch and the patterns he was drawing on the small of your back with his other hand. “Just…take it slow okay?” you ask, hoping he understood that you hadn’t done something like this in a while now.

He knew that though. You talked about your first times over a drunk Friday evening and that was when he figured you hadn’t done as much as him and you also figured that Gojo was a threat to womankind.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, taking your hands into his and leading you towards the bed. His eyes never left yours and you weren’t done tasting his lips just yet, so you stare at them with unabashed desire. “Oh, my eyes are up here love,” he said, pausing his movements to take in this side of you he hadn’t seen before.

“Shut up,” you retort, a little annoyed at how quickly he had you feeling so hot and bothered. You wrap your arms around his neck and stand on your tippy-toes to pull him down to meet your lips as he groans into the kiss in surprise. You don’t know what it was that got into you, but you pushed him to walk to the edge of the bed as your tugged at the hem of his shirt to let him know you wanted it on the floor. He was breathing hard too by this point; his hand cupping your neck and the other finding its way under your shirt. He laughs at your attempt to lift his shirt and removes his hands from your body for a moment to take his shirt off. Your eyes widen at the view you were presented with. Your hands reach for his chest but he grabs your wrists, tilting his head in amusement. “Kinda unfair if yours doesn’t come off too no?”

And that’s how you found his hands slipping under your shirt and around your back, leaving goosebumps at his touch. He unhooked your bra and lifted the set of clothing from your body, leaving you hazy from all the kisses that he was planting along your jawline and neck. He pulled your hands that were stroking his chest to interlock with his fingers as he used your momentary confusion to push you onto your bed and hover over you in one clumsy but simultaneously smooth maneuver.

He was reveling in this side of you that you were showing. It was chaotic, it was vulnerable and most of all, it was so beautiful. His hands release yours as he finds interest in playing with your breasts. He takes hold of your left breast and squeezes it as you whine and twist your head into the pillows at his teasing and the lack of attention that was being paid to your areas down south. You pull at the white strands of his hair you had slid your fingers into and he groans into your skin making you shudder. He opens his lips to the side of your neck that you gave space to and bites down as a response to your own roughness. The moan that escapes your mouth makes you want to hide in embarrassment as he chuckles into the mark he was leaving.

Your chest was heaving, as your hands grab at the sheets next to you instead to find some kind of stability among the fireworks that his touch was leaving. “Gojo-” you started, lifting your head from the pillow, to see him smirking at you. He moves down towards your stomach and thighs, making sure to kiss the curves and edges and taking note of the areas he kissed and you moaned at. “I will kill you if you don’t stop teasing.” You drop back onto the pillow again, not being able to hold for too long as his fingers stroke your inner thighs, taking off the last article of clothing you had on.

He leans forward, looking at you with your eyes fluttering shut and fidgeting around his hold on you. “Aw, cute,” he says, stroking your thighs and brushing his fingertips around your clit, not touching it but making it more sensitive than you would have ever imagined. “You can still threaten me looking like this.” You push your head deeper into the pillows at the sensation of the butterfly kisses he was placing on your inner thighs and sucking at the sensitive skin to leave his marks yet again.

“I swear to God-” you plead, threading your hands into his hair again. “Patience, pretty,” he says, lifting his head from between your legs to allow his fingers to take their place and rub at your clit in tiny circles. You gasp and have the urge to shut your legs but he has one of his legs secured between yours and you really wanted him to keep going too. “Think you’re ready for me?” he asks, running his index and middle finger along the outer area of your slits.

you nod at him, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. You were getting hazy from circles he was drawing on your clit with his middle finger and moving it down to tease your entrance.

“Words, love,” he says, shifting to lean above you and place a kiss to your lips and chest that was heaving roughly by now.

“I-I’m ready,” you softly reply, looking into his eyes and then at his smile that reminded you that he was your safety and also the person that was going to ruin in the next few minutes.

“Tell me to stop when you want to okay?” He assures you as he slides his fingers between your slits to feel your wetness.

“Mhmm,” is all you can say as you feel his middle finger play around your entrance before finding its way against your walls. You breathe sharply at the feeling of his finger pulling in and out slowly, to explore its way around you. But it was also making you so hot-headed as it hit all the right corners and spaces. He swallows your moans with his lips and tries to steady your body by sucking at your nipples. But it only made your head cloudier and you let go of any control of the sounds that were coming out of you.

Your back arches with an audible whimper escaping your chest at Gojo’s attempt to curl his finger against your walls and he smirks, knowing what he just did. He continues the curling motions and tests your limit by nudging a second finger at your entrance. You yelp at the tight feeling of your walls against his fingers. “Fuck,” you spread your legs wider as a sign of giving in to his movements completely. He was entranced by the pretty sounds coming out of you and the way your hips were moving up and down his fingers trying to chase the knot that was tightening at the bottom of your stomach.

He speeds up the movements of his fingers, moving in and out of you. You let out soft cries at how he wasn’t letting you get a moment of rest between the feeling of his mouth against the sensitive spots on your neck and breasts mixed with the madness that was occurring between your legs. “Gojo, I can’t-” you say in a shaky cry at the way your walls were tightening against his fingers. He pushes you further with his thumb rubbing faster against your clit and you just about lose it, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and a strangled moan leaving your lips

“Hey pretty girl, wanna let go for me?” he whispers as he looks at your desperate eyes. You nod feverishly as he continues his motions, and he hoists one of your legs further apart to rest on his lap. You feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and the tingling on your clit getting borderline painful. You snap your palm on Gojo’s wrist trying to fight the feeling but he doesn’t relent. And with the next few motions of his fingers curling against you while he bit into your neck a little too rough, you let out a strangled shriek and arch your back as your walls pulsate around his fingers at your orgasm.

He drank in the sight of you panting and your legs shaking from the orgasm. Your eyes were pinched shut and one of your hands had the sheets tightly tucked into your fist and the other was squeezing his wrist that was still pumping his fingers in and out of you to help you ride out your orgasm. He leans forward, in awe and with sense of adoration.

“You good?” he kissed the corner of your mouth and brushed the stray pieces of hair on the sides of your face to place more chaste kisses across your cheeks and moving to your neck. You hiss as he takes his fingers out of you and you are given an apology as he muffles your complaints with his lips pressing against yours. Your eyes flutter open, glancing at Gojo’s now tight pants. You smirk and shift to balance your figure on your elbows to meet his eyes.

You nod at the bulge through his pants. “Do you wanna do something about that or…?” you question reaching out to place your hands against his chest, and push him into sitting back onto the bed as you straddle him.

“I mean…if you can take it,” he laughs, pressing his forehead against yours, and squeezing your hips.

God, this may be a huge mistake or one of the greatest things you guys stumbled upon with each other.

A/N: This is my first attempt at smut so help me oh lords of smut; I hope I didn’t it mess up lol. I also really like this college AU so maybe I’ll continue it, idk.

Alsoo, the header I used here was got from pinterest but if it has sources to someone here on Tumblr, I would love to credit <3

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (7)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

(I know y’all are getting tired of waiting for Techno to arrive, so am I! But I have no solid control over the story plot lol but I swear it’ll happen soon!! And y’all know the drill! Reblogs and comments keep this story going. So if you want a chapter 8 then please show this chapter some love! <3)

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(FORGOT TO MENTION ART!

The amazing 'YeetUsFeTUSDelETusss' on DA was so cool and drew two pictures to bless our eyes!!)

READER HERSELF!

READER PROTECTING HER BOYS!

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Only Tubbo showed up the next day, and he said he sadly couldn’t stay for long because him and Tommy were needed back at L’manburg for a while. Meaning him and Tommy wouldn’t be able to visit for a bit, but they’d try to visit as soon as possible! Hearing they’d not come see you for who knows how long made you pretty sad. You honestly looked forward to when they’d visit. It was honestly the highlight of your day. But you knew whatever nonsense was going on in L’manburg currently would need their attention. Though you wondered what exactly was going on. You recalled a decent amount of the ‘history’ of the Dream SMP but you knew you could be misremembering or even mixing things up. But you did remember the big things that happened. Like the wars and stuff. So needless to say you were concerned.

‘What point in history am I in right now? Whenever it is, L’manburg is apparently still standing,’ you thought pensively before asking Tubbo what was going on that they’d need to stay in L’manburg.

Tubbo sighed and said it was ‘just some drama’ but apparently their, meaning his and Tommy’s, older brother figure Wilbur had been president of L’manburg for the entirety of the time L’manburg had existed. But some new citizens who joined them found out he’d not been properly elected and didn’t think it was fair to everyone that Wilbur had basically just made himself president without any input from everyone else. Which you could see was not right but this information told you that you were in the pre-election time. Which meant Schlatt and Quackity hadn’t won yet… But that hinged on this universe even being the same one that you’d watched on youtube. Things could be different here for all you knew. You’d always believed in the multiverse theory so who was to know WHICH universe this was. Or how you even got here. All you could do really was to just… wait and watch.

A couple hours passed during the short visit and towards the end Tubbo showed you how to message others, ie; him and Tommy mostly. You’d known how to message others and put in commands and stuff in regular minecraft but you’d just sort of never thought to try those things here in this place. Though to be fair you’d been dealing with a lot of stuff so fiddling with your inventory and everything hadn’t been your top priority. And when he’d mentioned messaging him your first thought had been ‘how?’, because this was a ‘real life’ minecraft, where things were very similar but not always exactly like how it was in the real game. The biggest difference being that there was no computer keyboard or ‘screen’ for the type/chat option to be at the bottom of like in the game.

But to your surprise the place to type in a message was actually IN your inventory. More specifically it was at the very bottom of the main section right below where your items were stored in the hot bar. You’d never paid the long ultra thin box at the bottom any mind, assuming it was just part of the weird design. But no, Tubbo showed you with his inventory how if you tap on the thin box (that you’d honestly thought was just a line) it expands into a typing window! Your eyes widened at that and watched as he tapped the typing box again and a little keyboard appeared below the typing box and he started typing something into it. You squinted and he said to message someone you needed to be sure to type ‘/msg’ and then whoever’s name you’d like to send the message to!

He demonstrated this by typing out the first part then right after it typing your ‘name’; aka Reader. Briefly you wondered why it had been made that but you brushed that thought away to focus on what Tubbo was doing. You saw him type ‘hi reader!!’ before hitting Enter. Then a second later you heard a soft ‘ping!’ sound and you just KNEW your inventory was waiting to be pulled up. Like knew in an instinctual sense. Like how you knew to blink or how to walk. Just an instinct you couldn’t explain so you brought it up and there at the bottom the ‘line’ was flashing a pale red. So you did what Tubbo had done and tapped it, revealing the little typing box. Only this time it had a message in it! It said, ‘Tubbo whispers to you: hi reader!!’ and you smile. Excited now you type out a message to him and hit send. He got it and laughed after he read it. 

‘Reader whispered to you: hello my little goat boy!! :)’

After that he blinked when more messages popped onto his text box. These were from Tommy and Wilbur it looked like. With a sigh he checked his clock and dismissed his chat box before saying he was sorry but he had to get going. He’d actually stayed longer than he was supposed to. You were sad to see him go but knew he’d be back, and hey, now you could message him and Tommy to make sure they got back to L’manburg safe instead of just wondering like before. So you told him to be careful on his way back and to message you that he was safe home when he arrived, and also if he needed any help. He laughed and cheekily said he would but gave a shy smile when you pulled him into a hug and gently knocked your antlers with his horns, but he happily returned it. Not so secretly enjoying the affection. But he had to pull back and leave.

That left you to your own devices.

-0-

With nothing better to do you initially spent the next three days building a couple fountains in the village (which was getting pretty big..). One tiny frog shaped one in the little grotto at the west side of the village and a much larger more traditional one in the opposite side of the village. You’d even set up park benches, flower plots, lamp posts, and stone sidewalk around the bigger one. It was very pretty and the villagers seemed to be enjoying it. But after that was done you’d sorta gotten bored. You weren’t really inspired to do anything else to the village so you thought of ways to occupy yourself. Eventually a metaphorical lightbulb flickered to life above your head and you got an idea. 

You could go to the Nether! 

Sure you weren’t the biggest fan of the place but it beat sitting around twiddling your thumbs waiting for a reply from your only two friends like some loser. And hey, you liked giving piglins gold. They made cute little piggy snorts when they were happy. So with that loose plan in mind you got up from where you’d been lounging by the creek and brushed yourself off before heading out to the place outside the bamboo and prickle berry wall you’d placed the first Nether portal. You crafted one real quick before tensing up when you heard the sound of rustling behind you. Assuming it was a creeper or something you glanced back, not that it would hurt you but you still found it unsettling for anything to be sneaking up behind you. You caught a brief glimpse of something small and white disappearing into a cluster of ferns. You paused, wondering what it was but then about a block to the left of the ferns a chicken and her chick walked out from around a tree. ‘Oh, must have just been a baby chicken’, you thought with a mental shrug before turning back to your task of lighting the portal with your flint and steel.

Once activated you stepped into the purple swirling mist and your vision warped before you ended up in the Nether again, stifling heat and all. 

-0-

You’d been exploring the Nether for what felt like hours. The place was goddamn enormous! You’d followed the same sand block trail from the last time you’d been here, seeing the piglins and a few striders along the way. And to your delight a familiar little piglin baby started following you. She (you think she’s a ‘she’, that’s the vibe you’re getting anyways) had to be the one you’d played with the last time you’d been in the Nether. You crouched down and patted her head and pulled a golden carrot from your inventory before gifting it to her. She squealed happily and munched on it. You kept walking along the sand path before reaching the fortress. That’s when you diverted your path to the right and started exploring that way, careful to keep laying down sand as you did. You thought the baby piglin had stayed back but after a while of walking you heard a soft snort and glanced down to the left of you to see her happily trotting along with you, still nibbling on the golden carrot.

You wanted to melt, she was such a cutie pie. You stopped and asked if she should be travelling so far away. Won’t her parents miss her? She blinks and seems to understand you before shaking her head ‘no’. You figure she must have some pretty lenient parents. But you suppose piglins are sturdier than humans so it makes sense they’d keep their kids on a looser leash than humans would. So you ask her where her parents are and if they’d be okay with her wandering off with you, a stranger. She tilts her head and shrugs. You purse your lips and ask if she can take you to her parents so you can ask if they’d be okay with it. This time she shakes his head no. So you ask her why and she seems to be thinking how to answer before she goes over to the closest block of sand and starts drawing in it. You look over her shoulder and see her drawing three hearts. Then your stomach sinks when you see her draw an ‘X’ over each heart, meaning one thing..

“Oh sweetie, did your parents lose all their lives?” you ask in a gentle tone.

The tiny piglin nodded and your heart broke for her. You asked some more questions and discovered she wasn’t really being taken care of by any one piglin. The other piglins knew her parents were gone so they’d sorta chip in to make sure she had food. But that was really it. This made you feel worse so you just sighed and patted her head and said she could join you while you explored the Nether. She snorted happily and you two continued on your way. Eventually after walking for a bit you came across a warped forest. You had to admit the biome was much prettier in person. The stark contrast between the Nether’s usual red color scheme and the teal of the warped forest was really beautiful. Even the weird little green/orange fungus that were growing everywhere were cute. You even picked a handful to keep, placing them in your inventory before continuing your little jaunt with the baby piglin. 

That last thought made you mentally pause and realize that you couldn’t just keep calling this kid ‘baby piglin’. So you stopped walking and looked down before saying you forgot to introduce yourself. She could call you Reader (since that’s what your little name thing said..). Then you asked what her name was. She blinked before snorting a little, like she was clearing her throat, and said, “Azogamay.” 

You smiled and said you liked her name, making her give a cute little tusked smile. Then as you continued exploring you both made small talk. Nothing deep (how deep could conversation get with a little kid) but you asked each other the usual questions. Like favorite foods, favorite colors, favorite animals, etc. Then Azo (you’d taken to shortening her name to make it easier) answered one of your questions with some gibberish that made you pause. You glanced down at her and gave a ‘huh?’ that made her giggle before apparently remembering you weren’t a piglin. She said she forgot and spoke Piglin. That made you raise your eyebrows because you’d never thought about other species in the game having their own language. But now that you were thinking about it, it totally made sense. Of course they would, duh. Now very curious you asked her to teach you a little! Like did she know how your name would be said in Piglin? Her answer surprised you…

“Eaderray!” she said in her quiet baby voice.

Now you two had entered a wide soul sand valley, which made Azo anxious. She hid behind your leg, making you recall that Piglins didn’t really spawn in this biome or like soul fire (which is super common here). You had to admit the place was rather creepy. It didn’t help that the soul sand beneath your feet was emitting a rather creepy whispery wail. So you decided to turn back and try another direction. Azo seemed relieved and trotted along behind you. But once you were walking again you remembered your last thought and had a vague feeling about this ‘piglin speak’ and wanted to hear more. So you asked Azo some other words, just to test this theory of yours. And well…

Skeleton? Eletonskay…

Blaze? Azeblay…

Strider? Iderstray…

Lava? Avalay...

Gold? ...Oldgay (that may have made you snicker).

But you got the idea and honestly you cannot be held accountable for your reaction after you realized Piglins honest to fucking god spoke PIG LATIN.

You lost it. You laughed so hard you doubled over and had to brace your hands on your knees to keep from collapsing onto the ground. Azo didn’t know what was so funny but your laughter was contagious and she ended up laughing too, intermixed with little snorts that made you laugh even harder. It was a whole cycle. And by the end of it you’d laughed so hard you started coughing and had to sit down to catch your breath. The giggles returned a couple times but eventually you got control over yourself enough to be able to breathe normally again. As you sat there, little Azo looking up at you in amusement, you couldn’t believe the absolute batshit nonsense that was happening in your life right now. But out of everything that had happened, you think finding out Piglins spoke pig latin had to be the funniest. Though you wanted to test your theory further so you said to Azo,

“Ellohay Azogamay, isyay isthay ightray?”

Azo’s eyes brightened and she perked up, looking close to bouncing from excitement as she realized you were speaking ‘Piglin’ to her. She started babbling at the speed of light, in a way that all excited toddlers seemed to be able to do. While it was cute enough to pull a chuckle from you the downside was that you could not understand a single word Azo said. You got her to slow down, telling her you didn’t speak Piglin fluently so she would have to go slow with you otherwise you’d be lost. She nodded, just happy that you could understand Piglin. So she slowed down a lot and chatted with you that way. And that’s pretty much how the rest of your time in the Nether went. You traversed through the hellish dimension and brushed up on your pig latin with the little piglin. 

It has definitely been a LONG time since you’d even thought about the made up ‘language’. You’d had a friend in elementary school who had been Obsessed with it. It was all they spoke sometimes and they’d talked it up so much that it caught on with the rest of the class, yourself included, and soon everyone was using it to write notes to each other, like a secret language. You’d even speak to each other only in pig latin during recess and lunch breaks. You’d been fluent in it and didn’t even have to think before speaking. Though after a year it had lost its popularity and everyone slowly stopped using it since the fad was over. But you still remembered a good deal of it. Enough to speak it slowly anyways. But the more you used it the easier it was to speak it. It was like riding a bike you supposed, you never truly forgot it.

-0-

Things were going fine until they weren’t. You’d stopped to have lunch in a crimson forest, more for Azo’s benefit than your own, and were sitting and eating for a while before Azo started playing with a baby hoglin. Which had been fine, you’d seen baby piglins and hoglins do that in the game before, no biggie. But they’d gotten rambunctious the way kids do when they’re playing together. And while chasing each other around Azo had smacked into one of the adult hoglins, which had pissed it off enough for it to snarl angrily and start chasing Azo. And Azo in turn began squealing in fear while running away. You’d dropped the steak you’d been idly munching on and sprinted after the two. Sadly the hoglin was closer to Azo than you and managed to get one good hit in with its tusks, the force behind it practically yeeting Azo up into the air. You yelled in horror as you watched the baby piglin fall down into a lava filled ravine. 

Panic flooded your body, you knew zombie piglins were fireproof but regular piglins were not as far as you knew. Let alone baby piglins who just took a direct hit from a damn hoglin. So without thinking about it you dove into the ravine after Azo, catching her in your arms and fully planning to hold her up above the lava since it wouldn’t hurt you. Once she was in your arms you jerked back instinctively, not sure why, just maybe bracing for the impact with the lava. You waited but… nothing. About that second you realized that you weren’t moving anymore. You’d come to a halt and at first you wondered if maybe you’d landed on a block and not noticed. But… one glance down revealed you were not in fact standing on a block. Actually you weren’t standing on anything. You were hovering about 3 or 4 blocks above the bubbling lava at the bottom of the ravine. You were so stunned that you almost missed the sniffling snorts that started up next to your face but thankfully they broke you out of your shocked state. You looked at Azo and your heart broke when you saw her tearing up and looking close to crying. Forgetting momentarily about whatever the fuck was going on with you floating you focused on soothing her.

“Aw sweetie, are you okay? You took a hit from that hoglin, where does it hurt?” you cooed.

She was babbling mostly, being too upset to try to speak English. And understanding crying pig latin was almost impossible. So you just asked her to point where it hurt. She reached for her back and side and you softly told her you were going to lift her shirt a little bit to see if there was a mark, and she nodded shakily and sniffled while you did. You winced at the blooming bruise and adjusted her so you were basically cradling her and with your free hand you opened your inventory and started looking through the potions. You grabbed a healing potion and uncorked it before offering it to Azo, whose snout wrinkled at the potion. You told her it was alright, it was a healing potion that would make her feel better and get rid of those bruises for her. She looked unsure but still let you raise the mouth of the potion bottle to her lips so she could sip it. She took a few sips before hiccuping, potion swirls wafting off of her after she did. The baby piglin blinked and felt the pain in her back and side start to disappear. 

You smiled and said that must feel better, Azo nodded and was happy she wasn’t hurting anymore. You let her take one more sip for good measure before putting the cork back into the bottle and stashing it in your inventory. But once that was done you were reminded of your current predicament. You were still floating in place above a ravine of lava.. With zero clue on how to move too. Briefly you internally panicked at the thought of just.. never being able to move again!! Being stuck fixed in one spot forever with no way to get down or live freely! Though before you could panic further you took a deep breath and told yourself to relax. This wasn’t permanent, it couldn’t be. There logically has to be a way for you to move. You got yourself stuck here and you’ll get yourself down as well.

And the last thing you wanted was to look scared with Azo here with you. She was just a little kid and needed the only adult around to be strong for her. So you put on a smile and reassured her that things will be okay and you’ll figure out how to get them both safe on land in no time. Azo nodded, looking less worried than before. So you started trying things you think would get you to move. You could move your limbs no problem. Proven by how you could move Azo around with your arms and kick your legs about without issue. But your body as a whole was still locked in place. Though when you leaned your upper body to the left you hit a breakthrough! Tilting your torso to the left managed to move your whole body to the left by about a block and a half! Now onto the right path you started leaning your torso this way and that, figuring out what movements actually got you moving and which ones didn’t. Figuring out how to move side to side and forwards and back was pretty easy. But it was figuring out up and down that was tricky. 

At the moment going down was the last thing you were interested in, what with the lava beneath you. So you tried focusing on going up, and after a lot more wiggling about that you were sure made you look like an idiot to anyone who could be watching (Azo only giggled a little) you finally figured out that to go up you had to tense and stretch your torso a specific way. Like exactly how you would do if you were trying to reach something on the top shelf, only you didn’t have to move your arms or legs the same way, just your torso. Like how people straighten themselves to seem taller, not slouching at all. After getting that down you manage to go up and then over out of the ravine. Which was a relief and a half. Now that the threat of sinking into lava wasn’t a worry you instead fixated on getting down. Thanks to figuring out how to get up you had an easier time getting the hang of getting down.

Once your feet touched the ground the floating thing disappeared and gravity was restored to you, making you able to walk around normally again. You gave a small cheer, Azo snorting happily as you carried her back to your spot on one of the crimson mushroom tree tops. Once seated you let out a breath and felt your shoulders relax. You hadn’t even been aware they’d been so tense, but you guess it made sense what with how you just sorta had a weird physics related mishap. But now that you and little Azo were safe you felt like you could breathe again. 

You took a golden apple out of your inventory and took a bite, the sweet juice soothing your metaphorical ruffled feathers. You noticed you mostly just eat for the taste now. Which was fine you guessed. When you glanced down you held the apple close to Azo’s face, asking in semi-good piglin if she wanted a bite, chuckling when she eagerly sunk her little teeth into the sweet fruity flesh of it. You gave her the rest and just watched the other Nether inhabitants mill about peacefully. Today had been a wild ride for sure. At least compared to your usual peaceful days. You leaned back against the lump of red fungus behind you, Azo cradled in your arms, and sighed calmly. You’d been ready to rest your eyes when you heard a soft ‘ping!’ that had you blinking back into focus. It was your communicator app thing. Thinking it was just Tubbo messaging you to say goodnight or something you casually opened the message. But when you did you raised an eyebrow at the note from your kid.

‘Tubbo whispers to you: the election is tomorrow afternoon, can you come? 

‘Tubbo whispers to you: i’ve got a bad feeling.. i’m not trying to pull you into our mess’

‘Tubbo whispers to you: but idk i’d feel better if you were there.’

You had a bad feeling too… You hoped what you likely knew was going to happen DIDN’T happen but.. it probably was. So you sent back a quick reply to Tubbo.

‘You whisper to Tubbo: of course I will! you can show me around your home! :)

You tried to keep your reply upbeat and happy, not wanting to feed into the teenager’s worry. Even though you were probably more worried now that he was. But regardless.

It looked like you were visiting L’manburg.

[withcolebrock]

Caught Simping

Corpse Husband x fem!Reader

Requested: yes :)

Summary: Corpse gets upset when he thinks Colby is flirting with Y/N

Warnings: swearing and cringe stuff

Word Count: 2,351

Author’s Note: I was going to wait to post this tomorrow but why not now lol haha. honestly this could’ve been better but ummm yeahhh, anyways the person had asked for Mr. Brock to be here so yay my two favorite men in one fic love it lol. also I literally could not figure out anything to title this so this is what ya get lol haha anyways I hope you guys enjoy it!!

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It had been an hour since they all started playing, a few people were getting tired. While others were willing to play for several more hours. “Be right back, gamer bladder,” Corpse and herself said around the same time, she stood up from her chair, placing her headphones on the desk. She left her gaming room, and shut the door behind her. She walked into the living room to see Corpse walking towards the bathroom. He stopped short as he looked towards her. His eyes looked her body up and down.

“Are you playing much longer?” he asked while he began to walk towards her. She shrugged slightly as she dropped the hoodie covering her head.

“I’ve got a few more games in me, are you almost done?” she asked while he slowly wrapped his arm around her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’ll be done when you’re done,” he smirked as he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. She smiled against his lips as she slowly began to kiss him back. They pulled away, smiling towards each other as they walked towards their gaming rooms. She entered her room again, she couldn’t hide the smile she had to her lips, as she sat down in front of her face cam.

She put her headphones on as she heard Sykkuno say, “Anyone got a fill?” A few people had said that they didn’t have anyone, Y/N began to text a friend of hers from the Vine days. Before she started doing gaming, she was pretty popular on Vine, she had over two million followers and she hung out with Sam and Colby all of the time during that time.

“Dave? Boyinaband? I know he has proximity chat already,” Corpse asked, Y/N smiled to herself as she heard his voice.

“Oh yeah, of course!” Poki cheered.

“Awesome,” he said into the mic, “We still need one more, right?” Corpse continued, muting his mic shortly after.

“I think I got someone, one second,” she said into her mic as she continued to text Colby. She muted herself briefly as she focused on what she wanted to say to him. Explaining that the group was playing the proximity version, asking if he had that version or if he could download it quickly.

“Who is it?” Toast asked.

She unmuted her mic and explained, “His name is Colby, We’ve been friends for years, if that’s cool with you guys,” she chuckled. They waited for a few of the people to join, they began to discuss some things going on in their lives, while talking to their chats. She muted herself in discord while she talked to her chat. “A few of you guys might know him, he has a channel with Sam Golbach, like creepy paranormal stuff. It’s pretty cool. We did vines together all the time, I’m sure they are on YouTube somewhere.” her eyes widened at the memory, the vines were overwhelmingly cringey as most of her vines were.

She unmuted herself in discord and told the group,“He’s coming and he already has the proximity chat,” she explained as she added his information into their discord call. She sent him the invite over discord.

“Sweet,” Sykkuno said, Y/N smiled to herself as she listened to Sykkuno. Shortly after, Dave joined the call. Everyone started asking Dave how he was doing, since they all haven’t played with him in a while.

“Uh, hello,” Colby spoke, everyone in the call immediately started greeting Colby. Poki had asked how Y/N and him had met, Colby laughed slightly, “We met at Vidcon like four years ago, when Viners were invited that year.”

Shortly after everyone introduced themselves to the new people, the game was started. She was a crewmate. “Oh my god, oh my god,” Y/N giggled as her character moved towards the lab. Colby’s pink character was following him, “No, Colby no get away from me, I don’t trust you,” she joked. He chuckled.

“Hey, come on, I promise I’m not an imposter, please stay with me and keep me safe,” Colby begged. Corpse’s character ran past them, he ran towards one of the nodes. “You have med scan? Let’s scan together,” he offered while making his character dance. Y/N rolled her eyes as she followed Colby’s character to the med scan.

“I do have med scan,” she giggled. She clicked off her med scan, seeing that she had to wait for Colby, she officially cleared him. “Okay, you’re cleared,” she explained as she started heading towards decontamination.

“See, I would never lie to you,” he said teasingly. They entered the small room and Y/N went to do wires.

“I gotchu,” she giggled. Shortly after a body was found near admin. Everyone began to ask each other where everyone was at, “I was with Colby the entire time,” she said as she hovered over the skip vote button.

“I wouldn’t let her out of my sight, she’s med scanned,” Colby explained, everyone laughed as they quickly began to ask everyone else where they were at.

“I was by O2 tree,” Corpse said, with no further explaination. He was never straight forward with his responses. Instead of further investigating, the group decides to skip vote. Except there was a rogue anonymous vote to Colby. Everyone gasped slightly at the sight.

“What? I hard cleared him,” Y/N laughed, as the screen faded into the game.

“Y/N please stay with me, I need your help,” Colby whined as they walked towards the admin table together. She quickly clicked onto the table checking to see where everyone was at. There were a few in the lab and a few near electrical. They both walked into decontamination. “Everyone else is so scary, you make me feel safe,” he drew out his words as they walked through the long hallway together. They entered the bigger room together to see Corpse doing simon says.

“Corpse!” Y/N whined as she motioned her character towards him, she danced near his character. Colby walked away briefly to do another task. He finished his task and as his screen lit up, he saw her character. He chuckled as he began to dance with her. “What are you doing down here alone, it’s not safe,” she muttered as she continued to dance her character with Corpse.

He giggled as he said, “I’ll join you guys,” himself, Y/N, and Colby’s character headed up towards the decontamination that led towards the admin table. They all stumbled upon Poki’s body.

~~~

The next round she was imposter with Poki, she was doing amazing. The proximity chat made it even harder to be imposter. She always screamed after she killed someone, but she had to stop for this type of game play. One of Poki’s kills was called, “Where’s the body?” Corpse asked.

“By the button,” Colby responded, “Where were you, Y/N?” he asked. Corpse let out a huff of air, while leaning back into his chair.

“I was on the left side of the map the entire time, Sykkuno can vouch for me, I was with him for most of that round,” Y/N explained, her heart racing. She raced her eyebrows and forced a smile.

“Yeah, there’s no way she could’ve done this kill,” Sykkuno responded.

“I don’t believe it, Y/N’s acting weird,” Colby said.

“How am I acting weird?” she asked through laughter. Corpse smiled to himself as he heard her laugh.

“I dunno, you’re just being all different, it’s weird,”

“I’m not being different,”

“Maybe a little bit you are,” Colby teased, everyone laughed as they all skipped at the same time.

“Definetly not,” she rolled her eyes playfully. The next round began and Y/N ran off with Corpse. “Bub, what tasks do you have?” she asked as she chased after his character, contemplating on killing him or not.

“Wires,” he said shortly. Her head shot back slightly at his response, he was never short with her. Suddenly coming from the other direction was Colby.

“Y/N, thank god! I missed you!” Colby shouted jokingly, he danced his character around Y/N’s as they walked towards decontamination together.

“Missed you too! What tasks do you have?” she asked to try and switch the conversation. Corpse didn’t say anything, he just stood and began to do his wires. They continued to walk down the long hallway. Once they were in the big room Corpse and Colby began to do tasks. Y/N stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as she saw Poki come running down one of the hallways. They moved their characters towards each other as they ran up and killed both Corpse and Colby.

“Oh my god!” Colby yelled.

“Uh, fuck I knew it,” Corpse commented. With the double kill, they won the game. “Good game,” he commented as he leaned back into his chair.

“I’m totally going to get you back for that,” Colby teased. It wasn’t much, but the more he spoke Corpse was getting annoyed. He wasn’t even sure if he was flirting with Y/N, but it sure felt like it. He knew Colby would never intentionally flirt with her, but he needed to do something.

“I’ll be right back,” he spoke into his mic. Corpse muted his mic in both discord and his YouTube stream. He stood up from his desk and left his gaming room. He walked towards hers across their apartment. He knocked on the door several times.

“One second,” she whispered into her mic, muting herself on both platforms. She stood up and pulled open the door seeing Corpse standing at the door fuming. “What’s going on?” she asked, noticing the small frown to his lips. Without saying anything he takes a small step towards her. He rested his hand on her lower back, he lifted her shirt slightly as he rested his hand on her skin. The sudden cold feeling sent chills all over her body.

“Why is Colby flirting with you?” he asked as he looked her features up and down, he looked back into her soft concerned eyes. Her mouth fell open as she shook her head slightly. She stood silently as she looked into his squinted eyes. His fingertips grazed over her skin as they spoke.

“He isn’t, that’s just how he is,” she explained, he raised his eyebrows slightly as he took a long breath. “I promise he’s just messing around,” she reassured as she rested her hand onto his cheek. He pulled her body towards his, he pouted his lips. “It’s nothing more than just jokes, I promise,”

“He’s not very funny,” he let out. She chuckled as she shook her head slightly. She moved her hand slightly as she ran her finger across his bottom pouted lip. His lips curled upward slightly, at the touch. “I don’t like it when another guy jokes around with you like that,” he whispered as she slowly pulled her finger away from his lips. She slowly moved her hand from his cheek to the nape of his neck. “I’m the only guy that can do that.” She rolled her eyes playfully as she moved closer to him.

“I’m sorry,” she let out, he looked her body up and down slowly before he slowly dropped his hand away from her skin.

“It’s okay, I’m just-whatever,” he shook his head as he bit his bottom lip, she raised her eyebrows as her eyes widened.

“Were you just going to admit to-”

“No,”

“I think you were,” she teased as she watched him walk away from her gaming room.

“No,” he sing-songed as he walked into his room. She giggled as she shut the door and headed back to the game. She put on her headphones and unmuted herself in the discord call.

~~~

She ran her fingers through her wet hair as she walked towards her bedroom. She pushed open the door to see Corpse laying on the bed scrolling through Twitter. She walked towards her side of the bed and picked up her phone from the side table. She read a text from Colby, thanking her for allowing him to play with her. She quickly responded as she sat down on top of the comforter. She rested her phone down onto the side table again, while plugging it into the character.

She inched closer to Corpse, he lifted his gaze towards her, a wide smile forming to his lips. “Hey,” he muttered barely above a whisper. She slowly laid down beside him, while adjusting the pillow beneath her head.

“Did you make something trend on Twitter or something again?” She questioned, he rarely sat on his phone scrolling through his social media unless he was messing with his fans or reposting his fans art or people who share his music. He chuckled while shaking his head.

“Not intentionally,” he motioned the phone towards her, she took a hold of it and saw that #SimpCorpse was trending. She furrowed her eyebrows as she clicked on the first video that showed up. It was a slowmo of Corpse taking a hold of her waist earlier in her stream. She gasped, covering her mouth. He nodded slightly. She lifted her head to meet his gaze, she thought he would be mad but he wasn’t. “I think that’s funny,” he chuckled as he rested his phone on his side table.

“I didn’t think to turn off my face cam, oh fuck,” she laughed nervously.

“It’s fine, Baby, I promise,” he tilted his head to look towards her. “I mean, I am always a simp for you,” he teased, her features scrunched together as the words left his lips.

“That was really cring-” she tried to say but he shook his head as he leaned down slowly to press his lips against hers. She kissed his back softly as she giggled slightly, “You were definitely a jealous simp today, then,” she played along. He pressed his lips together while shaking his head. He slowly fell back onto his back.

“I wasn’t jealous,”