#some of this I already had in my head like First Collections and Naming Ceremonies

[ask-thearchivists]

Do you collectors have any holidays or festivals or whatnot you celebrate?

{It's going under a read more this got way too long.}

The Charmer: The Coordinator knows more about these things than any of us. Due to our lifespans we perceive time slightly differently than you, and due to the complete and utter lack of a planet we could designate as home, our way of measuring time is unfamiliar to your own traditions. We have large celebrations for personal milestones, we have other celebrations for certain astrological events specific to our assigned galaxy, that you might compare to a "holiday" as we do celebrate. But they happen over such an extended period of time with even more time in-between that the festivities and practices we adopt would seem incomprehensible to you.

The Cartographer: Oh I remember some of the major holidays. There is only one holiday I recall that works on a scale larger than Galactic, Which is the celebration of the Grand Constellation. I don't think she ever explained what that is, but it's what we refer to the Universe as. On planets, constellations are made of stars, for us in space we are moving through the stars so quickly that any one solar system's constellations mean nothing to us very quickly. Instead we measure things using the Grand Constellation, an expanse so great that even the quickest and most skilled Collectors may never be able to travel it completely.

The Cartographer: So anyways we celebrate the creation of the Grand Constellation once a Comet for the length of 100 Orbits. That's 1/1000th of the length of a Comet, so pretty reasonable. Uuuh, an Orbit is similar to one year for your species. It is celebrated at the end of a Comet, so we finished our last, and first, Flare celebration 23 Orbits ago. None of us are old enough to have had one previously. Besides that the holidays we celebrate mark certain things in our assigned galaxy. We have Galactic Equinoxes and Solstices, these are measured by tracking the orbit of the closest inhabited solar system to the center of the galaxy, seasonal attributes are assigned according to the cardinal directions of the Grand Constellation. The Autumnal Equinox will actually begin next Orbit, and last for 10 Orbits.

The Cartographer: The festivities for our Autumnal Equinox involve mourning traditions, because it is symbolic of the inevitable decline in life anything that lives will face. For the first five Orbits we fast as much as we are able while still conducting our jobs, really traditional Collectors will cut their hair short, but this is not necessary. The last five orbits we feast by indulging more in our consumption of astral energies and radiations. Another practice is Oblivion, where we enact minor changes to our Collecting, like if Cleaning is determined as necessary during the Equinox we abstain from the burning of the planet. Instead, we Collect everything with our star constructs according to minimum criteria as quickly as possible, and then leave them. I think it's...silly, it's meant to enforce to the mortals their powerlessness in the face of grand cosmic indifference.

The Curator: For our own personal milestones we celebrate new births by feasting on a dying star, allowing the newborn to eat as much as they want, hoping they will grow strong and powerful as an adult. First Collections are very important, and unless there is something extremely aberrant, we are meant to only guide. This is a sort of birthday celebration by the way. Another sort of birthday celebration is the Naming Ceremony. This is the last birthday a Collector will be super tiny and mortal sized, before growing into the size they will be as an adult Collector, and we commemorate this with the official assignment of their title and job in the Archive, thus becoming an official Archivist. It would be the second birthday after the First Collection, or about 500 Orbits later. The last major milestone before typical ones like living for your first Comet and such, is the celebration of the Collector becoming an adult, and earning the full responsibilities of their job. This happens 1,500 orbits after the previous one.

[jasminose]

Title: Asshole Tax and Wedding Bells

A/N: Marinette thinks they just landed a dream client. Instead, they just adopted a feral Batcat and her billionaire chaos family.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a legend in the wedding planning world.

She didn’t just organize weddings—she saved them.

When venues burned down? She had backups.

When dresses ripped, tore, or got wine-spilled by drunk aunts with boundary issues? She sewed new ones—by hand, overnight.

When bridezillas turned into full kaijus mid-ceremony, Marinette tranquilized them with perfectly brewed jasmine tea and a thousand-yard stare that made even the most stubborn mother-in-law fold.

And the best part? No one knew how she did it. Just that she did. Every time.

Well. Almost no one knew.

Behind the curtain, hidden in her glitter-covered office was a collection of magical gods disguised as chattering trinkets.

“Don’t book the Villa di Magnifico,” barked Tikki one morning. “The energy is rancid. Someone will fall in the koi pond. Again.”

“Tell the Jones couple not to elope,” buzzed Nooroo, floating lazily. “He’s still texting his ex. Ugh. Mortals.”

“Charge double for the ones who ask for ‘a Boho Fairy Woodland Cosplay Princess wedding but on a $200 budget.’” growled Plagg, who was currently lounging in a vintage teacup. “Pain in my whiskers.”

Thus, with the collective power of the Kwamis’ ancient wisdom and Marinette’s type-A perfectionism, the business soared. Soirée Saveurs had its name whispered between celebrities, politicians, and socialites. Some said she was psychic. Others called her a miracle worker.

One person called her dangerous.

That person? Selina Kyle.

And she meant it as a compliment.

The first time Selina saw Marinette, she was elbow-deep in silk and tears, sewing a wedding dress in the supply closet of a vineyard, lit only by the glow of emergency fairy lights and spite.

The bride’s designer gown had been ruined by a jealous cousin with a red wine “accident.”

Marinette just smiled, tied her hair up, and got to work.

By dawn, the bride walked down the aisle in a gown more beautiful than the original—one that sparkled with hand-sewn beads, magic-infused lace, and a vengeance that could cut glass.

Selina fell in love. Not romantically—she had Bruce for that—but on a primal “I-will-collect-you-like-a-shiny-rock” level.

“You’re planning our wedding,” she declared, dragging Bruce into Marinette’s Parisian office a week later.

Bruce had protested at first. Not because he didn’t trust Selina’s taste—he did. Mostly. But because his kids were feral, Alfred was passive-aggressively stressed, and he was emotionally allergic to planning anything.

Then he met Marinette.

She was young. Too young. Barely mid-twenties and already commanding meetings with New York’s elite like she had them tied in ribbons.

And yet…

He watched as she effortlessly rearranged their wedding timeline, suggested alternate locations based on Selina’s preference for moonlight and Bruce’s tragic inability to survive pollen, and even offered a side service for “handling dramatic relatives with grace and quiet violence.”

Bruce blinked. “You’re… thorough.”

Marinette gave a business-cute smile. “Mr. Wayne, I’ve single-handedly prevented five divorces, seven scandals, and one cult uprising disguised as a bachelorette party. I have to be thorough.”

Selina beamed. “We’re hiring her.”

In the car, moments after leaving Marinette’s office…

Selina slowly turned her head to Bruce. Expression unreadable.

“I’m only going to ask this once,” she said, voice low, nails tapping against the leather armrest. “Did you sleep with the wedding planner?”

Bruce opened his mouth, closed it. Rubbed his temples.

“No,” he said at last. “I slept with her mother.”

Selina stared. The silence was absolute.

“…If we just met your kid and didn’t invite them to the wedding,” she said slowly, “I swear, Bruce, I’m about to make this cost you so much fucking money that you’ll actually feel it.”

Bruce sighed.

“I’ll get the checkbook ready,” he said, resigned. “We’ll add her to the guest list.”

Meanwhile… in Marinette’s office…

The second they walked out, Marinette threw off her heels and moonwalked across her floor.

“Asshole tax~ Asshole tax~” she sang, scribbling numbers in her invoice like an ecstatic goblin. “Gonna add the asshole tax~ Asshole tax~ Gonna fuckin’ tax his ass~”

Tikki floated nearby, munching on a croissant.

“You do know what you just signed up for, right?”

“Yeah,” Marinette grinned. “Free press. Gotham elite. Triple rates.”

“Bruce Wayne’s long-lost daughter, apparently,” Plagg deadpanned.

Marinette froze. “Wait, what?”

Kwamis: 😬😬😬

Later, in Wayne Manor…

“Father,” Damian scowled, flipping through the guest list. “Who is Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

Bruce: “...Your sister... maybe..” he says calmly as he reads the newspapers.

Tim: spits coffee

Dick: “WE HAVE A SISTER?!”

Jason: “Told you he was hiding bastards.”

Steph: “This is gonna be the best wedding ever.”

Cass: already crocheting a welcome sweater

And somewhere in an apartment…

Marinette picked up her phone to see fifteen missed calls from a Gotham number.

She looked at Tikki. “So, how bad could it be?”

Tikki sighed. “You ever seen a wedding planner get adopted by a billion-dollar vigilante crime family?”

Marinette blinked.

“...Do they tip well?”

I was half asleep when writing this, so sorry for the mistakes

[sweetbunpura]

Time for a much needed update to my blog!

Hi, Hi! I'm Pura! I'm a fanfic writer for a bunch of fandoms! Some fics are published, some aren't-and shall remain unpublished.

I'm Black, 30, Pansexual, She/her, has ADHD (which explains so many of these little ideas I have that show up and disappear into the night)

Link to my fics: AO3

TWST Writings:

Beehive: Someone in NRC tries blackmailing Yuu to get her to date him, she says no and pictures of her get spread around the school. AO3 and Tumblr - Complete, due for a rewrite

Symbiotic Relationship: Eels and Shrimps have a Symbiotic Relationship. Jade and Floyd have that with Yuu, she treats them as friends and not enemies, in return for her friendship, they protect her. So, when Yuu gets badly injured, Jade and Floyd protect what is theirs. AO3 - Complete

Charmed by the Sea: If Yuu had a madol for being in the middle of someone's family nonsense by accident, she'd have three madol, which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happened three times. Of course, it would've been nice if Jade and Floyd had warned her first about their parents visiting. Sequel to "Symbiotic Relationship". AO3

Stolen Jackets: Yuu somehow manages to gain a collection of stolen jackets from the NRC boys that they had left at Ramshackle. She decides to wear them around the campus, much to the dismay of some of the owners of the jackets. AO3 and Tumblr - Currently writing, infrequent updates. Next up: Leona (Clubwear)

Rescue from RSA - Yuu's been kidnapped by RSA! Now Rollo and the rest of NRC has to rescue her!

Filled with Static - Yuu was already fed up before coming to Playful Land and now that it's over... She has some very choice words for the ones who dragged her into this as she has reached her boiling point...

Links to my more notable tags:

Twst Rambles: Where I ramble about random ideas I've had that refuse to leave my head, some of which may become fics.

TWST fanchild - Welcome the Fankids for some of the NRC boys~

Dorm Outfit Wars - What started as Leona being his petty self has now spiraled into all the dorms getting Yuu to wear their modified dorm style outfits.

RSA Dorm - My fanmade versions of the RSA dorms that also feature my OC's.

TWST x PKMN - Potion mishap causes Pokemon to be brought into the TWST world.

Return to Wonderland AU - An AU of Yuu where they were taken from TWST into a different world, only to return to TWST during the entrance ceremony. Now they have to renavigate a world that was lost to them with magic. Oh, and they may have a sibling or a parent just chilling at NRC, no big deal. (Also might be a sibling to NBC and RSA). If you like this idea, feel free to just make up a Yuu for this, anything is welcomed! (Moved over to @return-to-twisted-wonderland)

Sanctuary - Haha, what's this? A joke I made about Yuu and Rollo unintentionally dating has now spurned into a tag and gained a mind of it's own. It's an AU of sorts, since that would mean Rollo got kicked out of NBC and now attends NRC.

Upendi - A sort of AU where Leona and Yuu are dating. Help, I have made my Yuu multishippable and these are the results

Welcome to Ramshackle - The residents of Ramshackle: Yuu, Grim, Rollo, Fellow, and Gidel! It's becoming a proper dorm with the only outlier being they have to live within close proximity to each other! Ties in to being it's own stand alone AU or part of Sanctuary.

-Intro page

Twisted Wonderland OC's

Yuuki “Yuu” Homura (Yuusona)/ Chart

-Yuu is so multishippable, I've done this to myself.

J.J. Tulgey/ Bio

Alexander Ramos/ Bio

Kiama Reid / Bio

Jet Mordus / Bio

Riegel / Bio

Aster Nightingale/ Bio

Sayyid ibn Fadel / Bio

Kabir Trak / Bio

Fatun Axebi / Bio

Evan Montgomery/ Bio

Lancaster Stevens/ Bio

Ignatius Bolt / Bio

Obsidian Woodsdale/ Bio

Atlas Lakia / Bio

Staff

Howard Chestnut/ Bio

Kassie Homura (Yuu's Mother, got isekai'd into TWST) / Bio

RSA

Dorm leaders and Vices

RSA dorms

Current Ship names:

Yuu x Leona: Upendi

Yuu x Rollo: Sanctuary

Yuu x Floyd: Shrimp and Noodles

Yuu x Jamil: Desert Jewel

Yuu x Idia: Co-op Love

Retired OC's

Rouge Willow/ Bio

Rascal Gallucci/ Bio

Goliath Gallucci/ Bio

Xavier Soria/ Bio

Night Alexander

[ogcalesgf]

windbreaker | umetsuba, high school sweethearts, yakuza x celebrity prompt!

this is like a manga love story thing, but i can’t get this out of my head once i thought of it !!!

ghosted by the love of his life at their graduation ceremony, tsubaki uses his feelings as his stepping stone to his success as a pop star. however, the path of artistry isn’t as flower and glittery as it seems. presently, as he was kidnapped by some perverted millionaire, tsubaki was saved by a familiar face that he never thought he’d see again.

his ex, umemiya hajime who is— now a yakuza leader?!??!

“haj- umemiya, what are you doing here?!” tsubaki frantically asked as ume unties his wrists.

“it’s nice to see you again, tasuku. you still look as dashing as ever.” umemiya promptly responded as he takes a good look at tsubaki’s state.

and boy does it get a reaction out of tsubaki. it was the same honest compliment that he used to hear from him.

ignoring his own heated cheeks, tsubaki rubbed his left wrist before asking again, “what are you doing here, ume?” eyes fixated on his purple-ish wrists. god, does it take his everything to not utter his former lover’s name again.

tsubaki doesn’t believe he has the right to. not anymore. not when umemiya hajime, his supporter, his first fan— his first love, has left him on their very graduation day.

it still haunts him to this day.

he waited for twelve hours at the school gate. still wearing his cap and gown, and with a few of his things in his bag. he was waiting for his one and only lover, hajime, to come pick him up. they have plans, he said.

but he never came.

oh heavens above, tsubaki didn’t notice his tears were already streaming down his cheeks. his state was already a mess, and probably add some beating that he got from earlier, and now he’s a sobbing mess. god he hates looking stupid. and pathetic.

“huh, uh, hey, tasuku—please don’t cry, love, i’m here now.” umemiya scrambled to get a handkerchief in his pants, handing it over to tasuku whose sobs got worse.

meanwhile, it took everything in ume to not hold his lover’s face and kiss him stupid. he misses his tasuku. so much.

he’s demoted to being “ume” again, but he’s determined to make it up to tasuku. to his tasuku. all the lost five years that he’s trying to get stronger, umemiya will show his tasuku how free they could become now that he’s achieved the strength that he needed to be with him.

alternatively, yakuza leader umemiya hajime has decided to make it known that tsubakino tasuku, the famous male popstar, is his’. all while making up all the lost time he sacrificed to his lover.

madness ensues. cue to tsubakino finally getting the answer he deserved to his “why?”s. tsubakino seeing the changes in ume because of the need to take the mantle from his adoptive old man. umemiya making tsubakino feel like they’re in high school again, and doing his best to prove his never-ending love for the man. and so many more!

bonus scene!!

around two years ago when tsubaki first debuted…

“have you gotten the goods, momose?” umemiya seriously asked momose, one of his devas who is more or less entrusted to handle the group’s resources.

“‘course boss! i had it handled. and i made it so that you’ll get what you want!” momose replied in a sinister tone.

“good.” umemiya sighed, leaning back on his chair.

a few hours later…

“momose?”

“none here, sir.”

“mizuki?”

“i’m afraid there’s also nothing with me, boss.”

“hiragi, what about you?”

“lucked out with a few to add into the collection, but the one you really want is not here.”

“should we punish them for sending a defective products, sir?” momose asked, annoyed.

“hmm, just wait a second, momose.”umemiya opened the last box in him, carefully taking the lid off, making sure that there’s no damage in it. as he took out the goods from the container, a wallet-sized card fell off; revealing a cutesy picture of the year’s rising star.

it was an ultra rare photo card of tsubaki, wearing his debut outfit, smiling happily and in a peace-sign pose. what’s more, is that it has his very own signature!!!!

“WE GOT IT!” umemiya shouted happily kissing the photocard in his hand.

hiragi sighed in relief.

the merch company will live another day.

may be due for a part two as well. i have so many ideas i want to incorporate in this, but please envision a vvv scary yakuza leader ume who acts like a big fluffy golden retriever around tsubaki. also as tsubaki’s number 1 sponsor, he “makes decision” for him (meaning: tsubaki is ultimately the one who decides for himself).

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Li Zeyan’s Mundane Date (Eng Translation)

“I bet that you will still remember this day, this moment, even decades from now. Just like I will.”

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 琐碎约会, that is yet to be released on the global server! ♡

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【Subbed Video】

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【Chapter 1】 

Big Screen: “In order to welcome this festival dedicated to love, our channel is presenting a special program named 《The Vow at Fingertip》.”

Big Screen: “We’ve collected a plethora of stories about the ring, exploring its deeper meaning beyond the ceremonial contexts…”

It’s early morning on Valentine’s Day, and the streets are already bustling with noise and excitement. Li Zeyan and I stand quietly at the entrance of the supermarket, watching the program previews displayed on the shopping mall’s large screen.

LZY: [laughs like a proud s/o ✊] Well, this is quite impressive. The prime spot throughout the whole day is going to be occupied by your show.

MC: Granted, it’s thanks to the sponsorship from the brand, but I’m really satisfied with this show.

LZY: In that case, let’s get through the checklist quickly and head back early to enjoy your masterpiece.

Finishing his words, he then takes my hand and leads me into the supermarket.

Given Li Zeyan’s personality, he had actually prepared the ingredients at Souvenir well in advance. But due to a phone call this morning, we had no choice but to make last-minute changes in our plans…

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Mr. Mills: Manager, sorry to trouble you so early in the morning.

Mr. Mills: While I was out for a walk just now, I saw a notice posted on the door of Souvenir stating that there’s a circuit malfunction in this area and the power has been out for the whole night.

Mr. Mills: I checked the refrigerator, and it seems those ingredients of yours may have gone bad.

LZY: [his voice really tends to drop to a different softness when he talks to Mr. Mills 🥺]  Thank you for taking the trouble. I’ll take care of it later.

Mr. Mills: But you prepared these for MC, right? Would you still be able to work out your plans for today?

Li Zeyan glances at me, who’s peering over from beside him, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

LZY: [while looking at you]  You don’t have to worry. I have a compensation plan in mind.

Watching as Li Zeyan ends the call, his expression composed, I hurriedly lean in and ask him about the situation.

MC: Did something happen at Souvenir? Should we go to the restaurant first and check it out?

LZY: It’s alright, let’s celebrate the festival first.

LZY: The menu won’t change, but we need to grab a few things to make up. I’ll make a quick trip to the supermarket later.

MC: I’ll come along with you!

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As each item from the list is placed into the shopping cart, I steal glances at Li Zeyan and study his completely unruffled expression, inwardly sighing to myself.

His plan fell through, and it even resulted in some damage. Yet, he hasn’t uttered a single word of complaint, appearing to have a well-thought-out plan in advance as always.

MC: [muttering] He certainly deserves the title of being the number one in emotional stability.

Li Zeyan seems to have heard my mumbling, prompting him to turn around and meet my gaze.

LZY: What’s the matter? Why are you zoning out?

MC: I was thinking, you are really good at switching your mood. If I were in your shoes and found out [MC’s Company Name] had run into some problem, I’d spend half a day just feeling upset.

LZY: Not like it’s something that can’t be remedied. What’s there to feel upset about?

LZY: It’s a nice holiday, and I don’t wish to see a certain dummy shooting her mouth off to the sky.

He gently lays his hand on top of mine and, together with the shopping cart, leads me forward.

LZY: If you zone out again, we won’t go to the snack section.

MC: I absolutely won’t! Let’s go, let’s go~

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【Chapter 2】 

The warm music of the show flows through the room, but it’s soon drowned out by the clinking and clattering sounds from the kitchen.

MC: Is there anything else you need me to do, Boss?

LZY: Help me with the sauce.

In order to increase efficiency, I volunteer to help Li Zeyan and find myself busy following his instructions, frantically running around in circles.

LZY: Pass me the thermometer.

LZY: Set the stopwatch to one minute for me.

MC: Roger!

Ding––

The oven’s timer sounds, and I consciously put on the heat-resistant gloves and pull out the baking tray.

MC: Isn’t it time to turn the sweet potato tart?

LZY: Right. If it’s tricky to turn, try lifting a corner first to test it out.

MC: Uh… it does seem a bit tricky to flip.

With gentleness and cautiousness, I proceed to operate, afraid of ruining the shape Li Zeyan has crafted so meticulously.

As I reach the last three, a reminder sounds from behind me.

LZY: Turn them faster; don’t let the oven temperature drop too much.

LZY: Don’t worry so much about the shape. For a dummy, it’s tasting delicious is what matters more.

His voice, carrying with it a smile, alleviates my nervousness a little. I turn them over and slide the baking tray back into the oven.

With the oven resuming its operation, I breathe a sigh of relief and walk back to Li Zeyan’s side, taking a sip of water.

LZY: [laughs softly]  Tired?

MC: How could I be tired? I can handle this amount of work just fine.

MC: It actually feels like that cooking game we played before. Though, I wish we could have three heads and six arms… [1]

MC: Speaking of which, do things get this chaotic when you cook by yourself?

Li Zeyan puts the lid on the pot and turns down the heat, then rubs my head with his free hand.

LZY: It doesn’t seem as chaotic when I’m on my own without anyone “helping out.”

LZY: But my sous chef here has made quite a lot of progress; at least nothing got messed up.

MC: That’s because my boyfriend doesn’t only cook incredibly well, but he is also a generous mentor!

LZY: [chuckles teasingly] I was here simply trying to better the food I cook for a certain dummy. I did not realize she was secretly taking notes.

LZY: Since you’ve been learning well, tell me, what do we need to add when we take the lid off?

I freeze for a moment, not expecting that he’d really ask questions. Resorting to thinking on my feet, I quickly pounce on him and lock my arms around his neck.

MC: Well, naturally… adding a little extra love would make it even better!

I plant a kiss on his cheek, then swiftly dash away before he can react, turning up the volume of the show.

LZY: [laughs helplessly]  Running away when you can’t answer, huh?

MC: [giggling gleefully]  What did you say? The music is too loud, I can’t hear you clearly~

Shamelessly feigning ignorance, I stand in front of the TV, grinning while casually casting a glance at the progress of the show.

At this moment, the interview with a young couple begins. The girl raises her left hand towards the camera, showing off her wedding ring.

Girl (on the show): On the day my husband proposed, he hid the ring in a dessert, saying that the dessert that day was infused with a unique formula of love.

Girl (on the show): As a result, when I took a bite, I chomped directly into this “formula of love” and ended up breaking my tooth…

Girl (on the show): We had to rush to the emergency room in the middle of the night. The pain was so excruciating that I almost refused the marriage proposal right then and there.

MC: Pfft…

I can’t hold back my laughter and glance over at Li Zeyan, who’s just a short distance away.

MC: Did you hear that, restaurant manager? You should take this as a cautionary tale.

LZY: [chuckles helplessly]  It’s clearly the gluttonous dummy who should take this as a cautionary tale.

Just as I’m about to retaliate, the doorbell suddenly rings. I pull a face at Li Zeyan and hurry off to answer the door.

Delivery Guy: Excuse me, is this Mr. Li’s residence? I’ve got a Flash Delivery package for him.

I accept the rather sizable cardboard box, then curiously glance towards the kitchen.

MC: What did you order?

LZY: Why don’t you open it and find out?

I carefully open the box and find an unexpected item inside––

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[Tidbits]:

[1] It’s a reference to Li Zeyan’s “Home Visit Date!” 

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【Chapter 3】

MC: “Chocolate fountain machine for home use”?

As I look at the name on the instruction manual, I read it out loud in surprise.

The supermarket’s holiday chocolates are already vying for attention with their romantic beauty, but I didn’t expect Li Zeyan to have an even more surprising design up his sleeves.

MC: Wow… isn’t this something you’d usually find only at hotels or fancy gatherings?

LZY: Mm-hmm. Given the unusual circumstances today, I’d have to slack off for now.

MC: “Slack off”?

Li Zeyan meets my puzzled gaze and places the machine on the table, then proceeds to gesticulate the patterns of the fountain.

LZY: Since it’s liquid, it simplifies the project by skipping several steps and can’t be stored. Once prepared, it’s only enough for a single serving.

LZY: If a certain someone has any objections, I’ll make a better one for you another day.

MC: Not only do I have no objections, but I also want to “redress injustices” on behalf of the chocolate fountain.

I wedge myself between him and the bar counter, pretending to be angry as I place my hands on my hips.

MC: How could you ever consider something as amusing and creative as this chocolate fountain as “slacking off”?!

MC: Moreover, regardless of how simple the procedure may be, Restaurant Manager Li’s creations are always one-of-a-kind.

Li Zeyan gives me a look and curls his lips into a smile.

LZY: Seems like this choice has turned out to be exactly something a certain someone would’ve liked. Since you’re so interested, why don’t you join me in making it later?

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The “home version” of the Valentine’s Day feast still lives up to Li Zeyan’s high standards. After having our fill of eating and drinking, we finally bring the chocolate fountain to the table.

I skewer a strawberry, coat it with chocolate sauce, and take a bite. The rich aroma of chocolate blends harmoniously with the strawberry’s fresh sweetness, causing me to squint my eyes as if  I were in paradise.

MC: So, so yummy!

LZY: Easy there; be careful not to let the chocolate sauce drip onto you.

Li Zeyan fetches a sheet of paper and places it on my lap, then takes a toothpick to help me skewer the strawberries.

A warmth blooms in my heart. I lean in and hug his arm.

MC: Every dish today has been a hit, plus there’s also a certain handsome guy winning over with his attentive service. I think I ought to give it at least a four-star Michelin rating.

LZY: Is that extra star a reward for yourself?

MC: Hehe, didn’t you just say earlier that your little sous chef did a good job today?

LZY: Indeed, and the dining experience was neater than usual, too.

MC: Those who are capable do the most work, and those who work most deserve extra serving at the table! [2]

Li Zeyan smiles as he listens to my nonsense and pushes a plate of chocolate-coated strawberries in front of me.

LZY: [the indulgence hhh]  Alright, “capable one,” today you’re allowed to have a little extra.

MC: Why are you giving them all to me? Aren’t you going to have a taste?

LZY: There’s a certain dummy who’s been looking forward to this for so long, so let’s let her have her fill first.

As I take another bite of a strawberry, I keep pondering which words to persuade him to taste it. When I look up, I find that Li Zeyan has had his eyes fixed on me the whole time.

MC: What’s wrong?

LZY: It’s nothing.

LZY: I was just thinking, with the sudden change of plans today, are you genuinely okay with it?

MC: It wasn’t something within our control. Besides, just the location got changed, that’s all.

LZY: But it did eat into our time, and we missed the beginning of your show.

MC: I didn’t realize CEO Li was looking forward to my show this much, huh?

LZY: [laughs helplessly]  I wonder who kept promoting it non-stop next to my ear every day.

Grinning, I lean sideways onto his shoulder and reach out to poke his cheek.

MC: You somehow pulled off such a complicated feast to make up for it. What could I have to be dissatisfied with?

MC: Besides, the most important thing today is to be glued to the person you like; it doesn’t matter even if the time hasn’t been used efficiently.

Picking up the dessert tray, I skewer a strawberry and feed it to him.

MC: In order to make you truly understand how I feel, I warmly invite you to taste the flavor of bliss for yourself. [3]

LZY: Dummy, you’ve already mentioned the “taste of bliss” at least five times today.

LZY: Why do I get the feeling that you always seem to find “bliss” in everything you eat?

MC: That conclusion seems to be a bit of a sweeping generalization.

MC: There may be an abundance of delicious food in the world, but there are only two kinds that can truly bring me a sense of bliss.

MC: Home-cooked meals made by family members and the food you prepare with love.

Li Zeyan takes the plate and gently holds my now-empty hand.

LZY: Was your father very skilled in the kitchen?

MC: He…

MC: He was too busy with work, so there weren’t many opportunities for him to showcase his skills… but the flavors in my memory are very warm; it was the taste of home.

LZY: No wonder a certain someone has a good palette; apparently, she was nurtured well since childhood.

MC: Hehe, but I believe happiness doesn’t just stem from the flavors; the particulars are crucial, too.

LZY: What do you mean?

MC: For example, when Dad came home late from work and would accidentally add too much salt to the quick dishes he prepared, we’d end up laughing it off together during the meal.

MC: For instance, when a certain someone’s own plans went awry, he still prioritized taking care of my feelings.

MC: Like when that certain person could have simply settled for making regular chocolate, but instead, he went out of his way to design a chocolate fountain.

MC: I’m not someone who eats anything at any place without preference. Restaurant Manager Li, please don’t get the wrong idea.

I wink at Li Zeyan. He stares at me for a while, then suddenly breaks the silence.

LZY: Do you know why Souvenir always gives you special privileges?

MC: Why?

LZY: Because while a certain person isn’t very skilled in cooking, she sure is an excellent eater, and she equally excels at “paying the debt for the free meals with her words.” [4]

MC: Nonsense! That’s called showing gratitude, alright!

Unwilling to back down, I stuff another strawberry into his mouth, blocking any potential retort.

MC: Some people’s sweet words don’t last more than three seconds. As punishment, I’ll make you eat more chocolate to make amends.

LZY: [laughs helplessly]  …Dummy.

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[Tidbits]:

[2] The original sentence said by MC here was “能者多劳, 劳者多吃!” The first part of it is actually an idiom: lit. meaning, “it’s the most capable people who do the most work.”  The idiom is intended as consolation for the overworked, or flattery when making a request etc. The second part is a word-play on the idiom, so I tweaked the translation to fit the play here!

[3] The term MC uses here is “幸福,” and I had to sit on this one for a while to use a term that is not too wordy but still carries a closer meaning to the CN term. While it essentially does refer to “happiness,” the term carries a deeper connotation than 开心 (happy) / 快乐 (joyful), which refer to short bursts of bright emotions. Whereas “幸福” refers to lasting, fulfilling happiness and holistic contentment~

[4] The term Li Zeyan uses here is “吃人嘴短,” which he’s cleverly re-generated from the proverb “吃人嘴软, 拿人手短” to get his message across efficiently. I’m just too tired to explain the inside joke here LOL, so I opted for a wordy translation to try to get the message across nonetheless.

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【Chapter 4】

Host: Auntie, how do you usually store your ring?

Granny: Store it? I’ve never taken it off. I keep it on even when I’m working.

Granny: In our generation, we didn’t fuss over all those things. Besides, life inevitably keeps throwing urgent matters at you, so there’s little to no time to ponder over such matters.

While listening to the conversation on TV, I hand the last plate on the table to Li Zeyan.

After a quick rinse, he loads the plates into the dishwasher. Just as he straightens up, I hug him from behind.

MC: We just finished eating; why not rest for a while?

LZY: [chuckles indulgently] What? Are you saying eating can tire you out, dummy?

MC: …don’t you feel a bit sluggish after eating too much?

LZY: [that indulgent tone intensifies x10]  No wonder I feel like I’m carrying extra weight on my back.

Hearing the obvious laughter in his voice, I let out a couple of “hmphs” and continue to lean against his back without a care in the world.

LZY: A certain someone here has eaten her plate clean so thoroughly, lightening the load quite a lot, so this shouldn’t take too much time.

MC: That’s an essential skill for a Souvenir diner! But every time I see you being so diligent, I feel a tad embarrassed.

MC: It’s one thing not to procrastinate at work, but how can you not be lazy in your everyday life as well?

LZY: Wouldn’t it be more of a hassle if everything piled up at once?

LZY: Taking care of things immediately when they happen also helps avoid any unexpected complications.

Thinking back to how he methodically rearranged everything this morning, I can’t help but sigh with a twinge of envy.

MC: I’m so lucky to have you around; it’s what could make today so delightful.

LZY: Even after having to do so much work, you still consider it delightful?

MC: Yep! Cooking with you is like playing a game, but without the need to worry about failing any levels!

LZY: Dummy has a knack for turning any place into an amusement park.

MC: Then you’re the amusement park manager!

Li Zeyan finishes washing his hands, turns around, and boops the tip of my nose.

LZY: [in the softest of tones]  It seems that with you around, I’ll never have to worry about being unemployed.

LZY: Let’s go. Let’s focus on watching your show.

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Li Zeyan pulls me to nestle into the couch. The show has now reached the interview segment, and the host is asking the elderly woman about the happiest moment of her life in the decades that have gone by.

Granny: If I had to choose one, it would be one night before going to sleep, when my husband touched the ring on my hand and said, “It’s all scratched up.”

Granny: When we calculated, we realized we’ve been wearing our rings for several decades.

Host: Those rings must be bearing many traces of life, wouldn’t you say?

Granny: Yes, that’s right. At first, I wanted to reprimand him, to show him how much work I’ve done. But then I touched his ring, and it was just the same.

Granny: At that moment, I suddenly felt, this person next to me has been by my side for a very long time.

I snuggle into Li Zeyan’s embrace, intertwining my fingers with his and stroking them.

MC: If it were the two of us, your ring would definitely be the one to wear out first.

LZY: Not necessarily; we also have to take into account a certain someone stirring up trouble and acting silly.

MC: Perhaps in a few decades, I’ll have grown smarter already!

LZY: Then let’s make a bet. We’ll see if you still remember this statement in a few decades.

MC: Alright, you’re on. But we’re both in this, so it wouldn’t be fair to put only me to the test.

LZY: Go on, what plan are you hatching now?

I roll my eyes and wriggle out of his arms.

MC: You watch the show; I’ll be back in a jiffy.

I trot over to the pantry and open one of the low cabinets. Owing to the Valentine’s Day themed program, I have received quite a few chocolates from our collaborators.

I take out the heart-shaped box placed at the top and return to Li Zeyan’s side.

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MC: Li Zeyan, I have a small gift for you.

LZY: What, haven’t had enough chocolate yet?

Li Zeyan glances at the box in my hand, then raises an eyebrow at me. I smile but don’t say anything, opening the box and putting it into his hand.

MC: Hold on~ Let me do a magic trick for you first.

MC: Close your eyes, and then just pick any chocolate from inside.

LZY: [gentle, helpless chuckle]  What kind of stunt are you pulling this time?

Despite saying this, Li Zeyan still closes his eyes and follows suit. I take the chocolate he hands me and gently tear open the wrapper.

The golden foil paper is extremely delicate and prone to tearing if handled with even the slightest bit of carelessness. But by now, I’ve already become skilled enough to roll it up smoothly.

During the filming of this show, chocolate almost became our only snack. Every time I was on the phone with Li Zeyan, I would chat with him while casually rolling the candy wrappers.

I didn’t expect the “practice makes perfect” proverb to come to fruition like this, but inadvertently, I managed to craft this paper “ring.”

MC: Done! Now, extend your hand again.

He doesn’t seem to quite understand what my intention is, so he reaches into the box for another chocolate and hands it to me.

Seeing him so cooperative, I can’t help but laugh out loud, giving his fingertips a squeeze as I hold up the “ring” I have just created.

MC: You can open your eyes now!

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LZY: …?

Li Zeyan looks at the small ring in my hand and blinks slowly.

LZY: [YOU CAN LITERALLY HEAR IN HIS TONE THAT HE’S CAUGHT OFF GUARD 🥹]   This is…?

MC: As you can see, an exclusively customized ring from 24-karat pure gold!

MC: Handcrafted from start to finish, Mr. Li Zeyan is the only one in the world who has the opportunity to own it.

Li Zeyan is momentarily taken aback, then glances at the torn-open chocolates on the table, before suddenly breaking into a smile.

LZY: Even such a brief moment as this is ample for your creativity to soar.

MC: I’ve been planning this for a long time. You can’t just whip up such a rare ring on the spot.

MC: Since you’ve made that bet with me, I must also reciprocate.

I straighten up and slowly slide the small ring onto his ring finger.

Li Zeyan’s gaze also remains fixated on my fingertips until the ring moves past his second joint, then he lifts his eyes to stare at me again.

Under the sunlight, those deep, enigmatic eyes of his shine even brighter, an expectation as clear as crystals surging within them.

I gaze fixedly at him, his cheeks now tinged with a gentle blush, and find myself unable to suppress the smile that steals across my lips.

MC: I bet that you will still remember this day, this moment, even decades from now.

MC: Just like I will.

After a few seconds of silence, Li Zeyan tosses the chocolate in his hand aside and tightly clasps my hand with his broad palm.

Seeing that he still hasn’t said anything, I press on and ask once more.

MC: How about it? Do you want to make this bet with me?

LZY: Sure, but…

Even before the words have fully left his mouth, a sudden force on my wrist yanks me towards him. I can’t help but cry out in surprise, only to find myself falling into his arms.

A warm breath immediately envelopes me as he locks me firmly in his arms, and I find myself slowly consumed by an intense yearning.

LZY: [nearly breathless] If you want me to remember, you’ll have to up the ante.

Without waiting for me to respond, he continues kissing me, effortlessly subduing any possible protest I could have.

Even after all this time, he still kisses me with the same uninhibited passion as he did the first time. The distant time and unspoken words all melt away in the gentle caress. [5]

The sound from the television gradually fades away, and the stories of others drift beyond my consciousness.

Even without this bet, I would find it impossible to forget this moment.

After who knows how long has passed, Li Zeyan gently releases me, lowering his head to rest his forehead against mine.

I look into his eyes, so close and within reach, and feel a surge of emotion in my heart.

MC: Li Zeyan.

LZY: Hm?

MC: Will you–– [6]

Before I can say anything further, he promptly raises his hand to cover my mouth.

LZY: [HIS PANICKED TONE HHHH]  Wait.

LZY: I’ve accepted the world’s most creative ring, but please don’t say anything more.

LZY: This is something that I should be the one to take care of.

I pause for a moment, then quickly understand what he meant, unable to suppress a laugh as I hold onto his hand.

LZY: Why are you laughing?

MC: Hahaha, although I really don’t want to spoil the atmosphere, but actually, I wanted to ask––

MC: Li Zeyan, will you wear this ring to work?~ ^^

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[Tidbits]

[5] Unnecessary, really, but still a refresher– it’s the callback to his first kiss aka “Dazzling Date.”

[6] Although obvious from Li Zeyan’s reaction, I still wanna clarify– he cut MC off when she had only gotten to “你愿不愿意—” (will you/ would you be willing to)-- and the rest of that sentence typically is “(will you) marry me” (你愿不愿意嫁给我吗), which is why LZY doesn’t even take any chances and goes, “nope not happening, I wanna do it” 😂❤️

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【Personal Ramblings】

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Gidle Soyeon tarot read

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This tarot read was something I drew upon through the guidance of my dreams.

Om Namah Shivaya

My father and Creator came through to give this message through me. If you feel like this message resonates then plainly take it. Mostly it felt like some sort of messy message or read drawing inspiration upon a K-pop Idol. Maybe it resonates to someone here. But not for everyone. I don't know if this was a message for genre collective. I don't think so. Do I think a kpop idol would read this? No I don't know, I just channeled it. Here it is.

So yesterday night I had a dream. It was a tribal ceremonial place where cult leaders took oaths. And there as always I was trying to help the person taking oath on that stand. Its a place I often visit to in my dreams, an open group, A military post for looking at enemies from far away through telescope, converted to this tribal ceremonial throne on some mountain top maybe. As always I help to fix the light bulb hanging in about the roof of that hut near the faces of those elected leaders.

Then the scene went dark as always

Suddenly darkness ensues. I see a woman in black clothes. Look at me, her sleek bangs in front of forehead. Her eyes were really narrow. She was glowing. Her skin was glow. And in front of her in platinum words, the words F-E-A-R were written. I woke up. And the name Soyeon kept ringing in my head. Idk who she was I was already feeling bad about not being able to produce a request in my inbox about a kpop artist's love life because of the intense warnings I got. Almost like assault threats. As if spirit was telling me I would suffer from some assualt due to posting a kpop tarot read on that said idol. I was so scared .

Anyways I searched the name, found a girl, her face shape wasn't that small, and round, her eyes weren't that narrow. But she looked similar. I wish I was an artist to tell you who she was

But the facial features of that girl were a bit delicate and the face was softer and rounder. Idk who it was but she looked similar to her.

Channeled song:

There's something going on. Idk what. I do want a read on this said girl.

So my first question was

Why did I see Soyeon in my dream?

I heard the word "Babesh" Babe-eh or baby-ish maybe. Anyways 8 of wands fell accidentally. So I think maybe she came in as a download with a fear symbolism. Wierd cause the dream before this dream I wrongly applied flax seeds in my hair and the flax seeds were sticking all over my scalp. Dang I was scared. So maybe it's about nourishing yourself foolishly.

After shuffling the card is Page of Cups, idk why I was drawn to say Aang from Legends of Korra. Idk maybe she's into Avatar Aang. Or could be in God Mode right now, learning new skills early only to reach her Avatar state. Idk much about G-Idle. But if you know, do tell if she's a child prodigy or something.

Page cups and Avatar Ang coming through, she could feel as if she was staying away from somebody or something too long. The responsibilities or commitments could be crashing her out. Avatar Ang is a prodigy so he fits in quite well for type of theme, as he was made to do everything as soon as possible.

Iam getting the empress card, so for some reason I think she's resourceful, abundant and has built her foundations from the start. So is at that stage of life when Ang is ready to set out to learn his journey for himself. "belzeebub" idk with gluttony coming feels like some sort of diet plan ruined. Idk why I am getting this but maybe she is ready to start out a new venture or something. And with empress it feels like an individual project or business or organisation or something.

Is there some message that needs to come through?

I got the words "Jawline lock in, second beef lock in". She could have some venusian or Taurus placement, king of swords and the back of the deck is emperor with the queen of wands in reverse. Idk why I am getting Ebola vaccine or Evolver (a weapon in love and Deepspace), or Euros and Dollars, letter B is very significant. Idk why Python by Got7 is coming through.

But with King of swords, theres a line that was said, "hiding under a fox cloak", it is something about making a family , with the page of swords in reverse in between the deck when cut in half, the child wasn't allowed to see or didn't see this good news coming hence is surprised. But then there's a couple here queen of wands reverse and king of wands in reverse , the feminine energy is stuck with the past happiness of the family, she is also in a deceiving energy could be forcing happiness onto others while the King is confused to take the next step, so they are resorting to a wrong choice and forcing others to do the same. So there's something that needs to be conveyed to the emperor about a queen of wands in reverse trying to steal away someone's full fledged relationship or marriage. 3 of cups in reverse, this bixch is a fake friend. "Yuna, Hyuna, hyun-ah, Yoon,Yoona," idk just channeled. Could be a jester like person, jokes a lot, foreigner. Idk why this just feels like something straight up wrong.

Then I am picking up on a king of wands who is straight up (abusing themselves maybe, idk, making other people, or forcing other people under them to make hard choices) or wrong choices idk.

King of swords here talks about someone conveying a message, taking a decision based on facts. And their judgement is correct about her work. I think there's some betrayal that will occur before a beautiful union is formed with this emperor.

Why did this message come through?

Five of wands in reverse, because someone heres losing some battle. They are fighting it up with might but they are losing ahead.

There's something about connecting to past live, reincarnations of past life time. Something about this song was so profound. Idk, its like the stories are being retold, we are entering a period of time when this message needs to be retold. Someone here needs to go back to their roots and connect themselves to their culture, their architecture, their God, the real teachings of their actual teacher. With a loss of this fight (a fight which has also happened ages before ) the same lesson is being please relearn it. The lesson is still there, in some dictionary, "shabdkosh" is a hindi word resembling Dictionary. Go to Modern Library, there's a lesson to be learnt. Read the mythology there's something given there,

Maybe this message came to balance some sort of agony, "Kumbhakaran" someone could be eating and sleeping a lot to forget their agony. There's some offering being made, "Sarp ko kata jaa raha hai" some snake's head is being shaven off or some snake is being beheaded or "betrayer is you". Who will tie the bell in the cat's neck? Someone's planning to tie some tracking device to track someone's movement.

Reading Mahabharata is important, someone is being asked to open the book atleast.

Despite losing on outside there's some balance and stability coming through this loss of companionship. Ancient wisdom is important something anew. " Teenager " could be significant. Maybe I had a past life karma. Maybe that's why I had to channel this message. Maybe its for a Yoona fan out there. (Just read a reddit post about beef between hyunA and Soyeon. Sorry for channeling this much, this must be triggering for some of you) I am sorry. I channeled triggering music somehow, I am sorry to you guys. I just got a dream. I wanted to channel that

Its so weird cause the next question i channeled was, something related to Yoona girl I was channeling, what is Yoona wanting to say to you?

Now I am suddenly channeling "Seungri". The opportunity or the new stable income source isn't in her favour. There's something inside a closet, a trunk or a treasure box, scavengers hunt or treasure hunt coming through. "The way I am addicted its specific" something's specific about it. Retainer, teeth retainer is being returned or something. some time is being asked to return something. time is being taken off. Something is being begged for . Someone's offer is being turtled. Or outdone by "him". This person is same person who's forcing himself on other people to make wrong choices in life.

King of ( People/independence) I wanted to say pentacles," someone is allowing you to stay unemployed for a month, soccer ball". Take lead, take charge and responsibility and maybe collaborate with the person who acting like there's no one else in the world like them. Aquarius placement significant. "Act like you like them"

Idk why maybe someone is trying to get kicked out. Idk what this is some angel and devil collaboration. Shivji came through, maybe ruling over the two realms and darkness and light. Bring balance in your life.

Someone's saying "Because according to the pop culture feed you aren't taking good care of yourself, everybody sees you as poor, all the while you are riling up and resting "

Why did I get this?

High Priestess, devil, magician

Honestly gives me black magic shit, its like a knowing within me, about something bad that's being done. Something about over emphasizing the fact. There's something about having a bad past because of which someone's carefully planned progress has come to halt. "Maybe suffering from success" seems more like stopping to face the attacks out of fear all the fire being put out. Thus becoming stuck in work trying so hard to stop the attacks. Cause there's so many things at stake. Maybe because enough information is not known or relying too much on gossips then actual info "thus making you allowant" thus allowing someone to penetrate the ("your" ) walls.

Did I channel it correctly? Ace of swords in reverse

Clarifying cards 9 of wands

Hence the right thing that I needed to channel could go through, but I was nudged to keep on persevering

So I took another deck, lover came right out. Father in the bottom

I asked "what does "she" need to know?" Intuitively.

There's something so strong about listening to the instructions a parent gives to help their children protect themselves and fight through, its like when the lesson is being imparted to them, its not to strictly follow them but learn it so that when the history repeats itself you can see through those lies, as those people with sharp eyes. A parent's instruction is being kept aside for a dedication to a connection or a person or a choice. Something in this connection whether be it a friend or not, the values are being destroyed, slowly, partially, but something is breaking apart either those values or a choice, or the vessel which holds the connection together is being torn apart. Something here is tearing down.

All I need to let you know is that "one cycle has been broken" I wanted to say a cycle has been completed. Try realigning to your path and purpose. You are always meant to go towards the higher direction.

I asked if there's anything else I need to clarify. The deck or "she" showed the dead end card. That's it. I can't go any further. Whoever you are I hope this message went through. Maybe you were someone who was blindly searching for answers here. Many people who come to tarot advice do the same. Maybe the answers are and have always been there, maybe you needed a reminder to back to your teacher's teachings.

[game-set-canet]

can I please have where reader wins Wimbledon and Carlos was watching and then he celebrated with her please

Nothing is more important than Wimbledon

Pairing: Carlos Alcaraz x f!reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

Author’s Note: it turned out way different than I intended 🙈 but i hope you like it, lovely anon 🤗

* Y/N = your name

MY MASTERLIST

(not my gif! credits to the owner/creator!)

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You wrap your towel around the back of your neck and breathe in and out slowly as you look over to your box.

The box is filled to the very last seat.

Your mother looks like she is on the verge of tears, your father has his face buried in his hands and your younger siblings are hopping up and down in their seats. Your aunt seems to be talking to your physio without a dot or comma, your manager looks like she's about to throw up from nervousness and your coach is shifting restlessly in his seat. And you aren’t sure, but it looks like your grandmother is already crying.

In the first row of your box – right between your mum and your coach – is Carlos. Of all those in the box, he looks the calmest and most collected. But you remember very well his nervous stuttering before the match when he tried to find words of encouragement for you - and he had demolished his sunglasses in the tiebreak of the second set when you had the match point against you. So he just looks calm, but he's definitely not.

You’re just one service game away from winning your first ever slam. Just one service game and you would win Wimbledon. Your hands are shaking, and you nearly spill some water from your water bottle.

“Focus! Let’s play point by point!”, you talk to yourself while getting up from your bench to get back on court, “You got this, Y/N. You got this!”

You see Carlos muttering something - probably a "Vamos!" - and forming a heart with his hands while you wait for Iga to get into position.

No matter the outcome of this final, you definitely have the best cheerleader in the world.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

Your coach was the first to embrace you, you can hear him crying tears of joy: “I knew you'd make it! I knew it!”

You can hear the crowd cheering and clapping, you feel the whole stands vibrating.

You feel Carlos' hands wrapping around you and pulling you close. He isn't crying, but you have never seen him smile so broadly. It’s hard to understand what he’s saying - people are chanting your name all over the stadium.

“Te amo!”, you kiss him briefly but effusively.

Your head is spinning, and you only now notice that your siblings are tugging at your shirt, waiting impatiently to be hugged too.

But you don’t want to let Carlos go. You want to say like this: hugging him tight, feeling his hands around your waist.

Just like yesterday.

Yesterday’s evening and last night were the worst ones of your life. You were so nervous because of today’s final. You couldn’t eat or sleep.

But Carlos was there for you. He talked to you. He encouraged you.

And when he no longer knew what to say, he just held you.

You fell asleep in his arms with his fingers lovingly stroking through your hair.

The night before the US Open final was the same but in reversed roles. You held him until he fell asleep in your arms.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

The interviews and the trophy ceremony pass by as if in a frenzy. You hope you said the right things, thanked everyone in the interviews and speech and congratulated your opponent and her team - you can't remember it at the moment.

By now, not only your team, but also a group of your friends are present, who have congratulated you effusively. Carlos' brother Alvaro and Juan Carlos Ferrero are also among the well-wishers. The latter commented on Carlos' half-filled champagne glass with a frown and a reproachful look - although he didn't say anything.

Later, you are still sitting together as a group - you have postponed the big celebration until tomorrow. You don't want to celebrate without Carlos, but he would still have to play tomorrow. Now Carlos and you are sitting together on a narrow couch, he is showing you the countless photos he has taken of you with the victory trophy.

Your younger sister - who has been busy building a pyramid out of tennis balls - suddenly raises her head and looks at Carlos for a long time.

“You know, now you also need to win your final tomorrow!”, your younger sister suddenly grins at Carlos.

Your boyfriend chuckles softly and gives you a quick sideways glance before he answers: “Is that so?”

“Yeah!”, your sister nods weightily and points a finger at you, “Otherwise she would be more successful than you!”

You slide an arm around Carlos’ neck and look down at your sister: “But he already won the US Open last year, and I didn’t?”

“Yeah, but this is Wimbledon.”, she shrugs, “Nothing is more important than Wimbledon.”

Her serious expression makes you laugh, and Carlos asks with feigned bewilderment: “And what happens if I don’t win tomorrow?”

Your sister raises her eyebrows, she sounds like it goes without saying: "Then you are not worthy to be her boyfriend."

After saying this, she gets up and disappears over to your mother.

Carlos and you start laughing at the same time.

“Wow, no pressure than, huh?”

You lean against him and rest your head on his shoulder: “Yeah, her standards are quite high for a nine-year-old…”

Carlos lets himself sink further back into the couch and pulls you with him.

“And what about your standards?”, he hugs you while saying that, “Would you still love me if I lose tomorrow?”

“Well, I think you make quite a good cheerleader…so, yeah, I think I’m going to keep you.”

He starts laughing and softly shakes his head: “Wow. I kinda expected a “I’ll love you no matter if you win or lose”.”

“Oh, come on!”, you smack his chest playfully, but you snuggle closer to him again, “You know I will never ever let you go!”,

His hand strokes your back in large circles, his voice sounds teasing: “Never?”

“Nope. Never.”, you lift your head to look him in the eyes, “But I’d appreciate it if you would win tomorrow’s final.”

“Yeah, me too.”, he sighs loudly and whispers, “Do you think I can do it?”

“Yes.”, you cup his cheeks with your hands, “Yes, you will do it.”, you smile at him, “And tomorrow evening we gonna celebrate both of our titles. Together.”, you press a quick kiss on his lips, “And we will do stupid and cheesy photos together. And my god, the press will write even cheesier articles about us…”

Carlos returns your smile and nods slowly.

“Can’t wait for that!”, he says before he kisses you softly.

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Veronica sat at the head table as the Sorting Hat said its piece. Minerva had resumed her role that year as the one to conduct the sorting ceremony, so Veronica let her eyes wander around the room as she waited for the ceremony to begin. As she scanned the Gryffindor table, she noticed very quickly that Harry and Ron were nowhere to be found. 

Turning to Hagrid, who had been seated on her right hand side, she whispered, “Hagrid, did you see Harry and Ron getting off the train when you were collecting the first-years?”

Hagrid lowered his head, and tried his best not to draw attention to their hushed conversation. “No. I saw Hermione though, and she said she hadn’t seen them.”

Veronica’s eyebrows furrowed as she stared straight ahead again. Where could they be? The rest of the Weasley clan is here. With that thought, Veronica let her eyes wander down the line of first-years waiting to be sorted. Instantly, she spotted the girl she had been looking for. That hair couldn’t be missed. As if Ginny could sense the professor’s stare, she looked over and locked eyes with Veronica, instantly beaming with excitement. Veronica missed her dearly; they hadn’t seen each other for over a year, and she was glad to see that Ginny had missed her just as much.

As Veronica’s eyes wandered to the student in front of Ginny, her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened as she stared at her. For a moment, she had thought she had seen a ghost. The girl was a spitting image of her brother; despite being years apart, they could have been twins. They had the same dirty blonde hair and mesmerizing eyes. Veronica knew it was her, there was no doubt in her mind, but when Minerva called her name to be sorted, it was confirmed. Luna Lovegood. Art’s sister. It was really her. Veronica couldn’t believe it. Art had spoken about his sister so often, it felt like she knew her already. 

“Are you okay? What’s the matter? I’m sure they’re fine, Veronica.” Hagrid placed his hand over hers on the table comfortingly.

Veronica hadn’t even noticed she had been crying. Wiping her tears quickly, she whispered to Hagrid that she was fine, but she didn’t take her eyes off Luna as the girl made her way to the front of the Hall. Minerva placed the Sorting Hat on her head, and Veronica stared intently, hoping beyond hope that she would be placed in Ravenclaw. She needed to protect this girl. She needed to watch over Art’s sister.

The hat had taken a few minutes, but before long, it announced, “RAVENCLAW!”

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Veronica heard a knock at her office door, and when she looked up from the papers she had been marking, she noticed Luna standing in the doorway. Veronica hadn’t expected to see her there, but she was glad for the opportunity to chat with her. She hadn’t had a chance to talk with her alone since the term had started. “Come in, Miss Lovegood! Have a seat!” Veronica gave her her full attention as the papers on her desk lay forgotten. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Professor… I just, um… I just wanted to ask you about my brother…” Veronica’s heart ached. Even though this was exactly what she herself wanted to talk to her about, Veronica hadn’t known if it was a good idea. She didn’t know if the young girl had had time to heal or if it was still a painful subject, and the last thing she wanted to do was upset her. Never in a million years, though, had she expected her to be the one to bring up the topic. “I asked some of the other professors if they knew him or had any stories about him, and they told me I should talk to you. They told me you two were close.”

Veronica smiled sadly and nodded. “We were. Your brother was one of my best friends, and I loved him like he was my own brother. I’m so sorry about what happened to him and your mother, Luna. And I…” Veronica didn’t know what to say. She knew nothing she could say would ease the pain of what this young girl had been through. “I’m just sorry you had to be there to see it.”

“Thank you, Professor. I try not to think about that day. Instead, I try to focus on the happy memories of them. Can you tell me what my brother was like when he was at school?”

Veronica closed her eyes for a moment and smiled fondly at the memories of her friend. “Where do I even begin? Your brother was extremely witty and good with his words. He always knew what to say to make me laugh, and he always had a comeback for everything. He also never held back. If you were being an idiot, he made sure to tell you. I apparently had given him many opportunities to chew me out in our fourth year. But above all, he was so loyal. If he cared about you, there was nothing he wouldn’t do to protect you. He always stood up for his friends, no matter what. He talked a lot about you, y’know? You meant the world to him.”

Luna smiled as she wiped a stray tear. “Were you two always friends, Professor? Like, ever since first year?”

“Oh no,” Veronica chuckled. “He had been friends with this other Ravenclaw boy who… let’s just say he wasn’t a very good person. But, once Art saw who this boy really was and what he was willing to do to hurt someone he thought had wronged him, your brother knew he couldn’t be friends with him anymore. That was in our second year, but Art and I didn’t actually become friends until third year.”

Luna seemed to be clinging onto Veronica’s every word. “Really? What made you two become friends?”

“Oh, well that’s a very long story that I think we should probably leave for another ti—“

“Oh no, please Professor! Can’t you tell me today? If you're busy, I can come back later, but if you've got some time, I'd love to hear it."

Veronica chuckled as she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you." So Veronica went on to tell Luna all about how they had dated for a while before realizing they were more friends than anything else. However, she decided to leave out the part about Art being gay for the time being. She knew Art would want his sister to know, but she didn't think now was the time. She would wait until Luna was a bit older. So, for now, she told her the main details of the story, and Luna loved every minute of it.

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“It was so nice to see you today, Felix! Thank you so much for coming to visit me, it’s always nice to see a familiar face around here.”

“Of course, V. I’ve missed you.” Felix hesitated before continuing. “I’m really sorry to hear about you and Charlie. I don’t think any of us saw that coming.”

Veronica smiled sadly as they reached the Entrance Hall. Felix had told Veronica that she didn’t need to walk him out, but she insisted; she wanted to make the most of his visit. “Yeah, I definitely didn’t either, but there’s nothing I can really do about it now. And if he really did end our friendship because I couldn’t come down for the holidays, then it was never that important to him to begin with, so I’m done being upset about it.”

Felix sighed. “But Veronica–” 

Veronica’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched him curiously. His eyes had widened and his jaw dropped as he stared at something behind her. Turning slowly and following his gaze, Veronica knew immediately what had stopped him in his tracks. Turning back to him, she whispered. “I know, right? She looks just like him.”

“So that really is her? That’s Luna?” Veronica nodded softly. “Can I talk to her?”

Veronica sighed and gently took his hand. “Of course you can, and if you want to tell her who you were to him, that’s up to you. But I just want you to know that when I talked about you to her, I told her you were Art’s friend. I just didn’t think now was the right time to tell her about Art’s secret.”

“No, no, of course not. I think you should be the one to tell her; coming from one of her professors would be best. And I agree that you should wait until she’s older. I just… I just need to hear her voice and make sure she’s okay.”

Veronica nodded and gave him a small smile. “Alright, come on then.”

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Chapter 12

I still couldn't believe I spoke with Present Mic. At that, he assured me that I didn't have to give any of my points to that green hair boy. And when I finally got home, I went straight to my room. Today was such a long day, but I'm so proud I did it. Grabbing my phone, I texted mom and dad. So, with that, I finally went to sleep. I wonder what I will have for breakfast.

As I entered the class, I was happily surprised to see the green hair boy was there. "Oh, hey again." He quickly covered his face, but not before I saw how red he had gotten. He's so cute. But our conversation was cut short when we heard something. Looking behind me, I was shocked to see a yellow sleeping bag lying there. That was until it moved, and it was then I noticed there was a person in there.

As I went with the rest of the girls to the changing room, I couldn't help but think about that boy. At that, I also noticed that the blonde boy was in our class. It made me wonder what we are getting into. Since it seemed we were going to miss the opening ceremony.

So, the blonde boy was named Bakugo. But I do wonder why Sensi had him go first. Just as I watched him throw the ball, it was frightening that quirk of his. Was his quirk some type of explosion? And when I looked over at the green hair, his expression was strange. While everyone else looked frightened or not impressed, he had a large smile. It was like his eyes were shining as he seemed to let out a small sequel.

Before long, we each had our turn to show off our quirks. And whenever I looked at Midoriya, he was smiling as he watched everyone take their turn. But it was clear how behind he was when he ran or did the long jump. I also noted that Bakugo didn't watch anyone else unless it was Midoriya. I wonder if they knew each other.

When it was Midoriya's turn to pitch, it was almost laughable. That was until we learned that Sensi had used his quirk to stop Midoriya. But during Midoriya's next throw, it was just as impressive as Bakugo. "What the fuck, Deku!" I looked over to the blonde boy as he tried to run over to Midoriya. But Sensi quickly stopped him with that cloth around his neck.

While we walked back to class, I kept hearing Bakugo mumble something. And whenever I looked back at him, he seemed to be in deep thought. Almost like he was talking with his hands as he mumbled. But I couldn't help but overhear him saying, "Deku." I wonder who this Deku was. Could be refereeing to Midoriya?

I was overjoyed when Midoriya returned to class. But it was hard to miss the way Bakugo and him exchange a questionable look. Especially with how Bakugo looked angry. Then again, I don't think I have seen him not angry after the event on the field. For the rest of the day, I couldn't help but look over to Midoriya. It's there that I noticed he would be writing in two different notebooks.

At the end of the day, both Midoriya and Bakugo were the first to leave. I quickly tried to collect my belongings and chased after him. It didn't take long when I saw him getting on his red sneakers on. I also couldn't help but see how he had a frown. But he was already out the doors when I got my sneakers on.

Yet it didn't take long for me to catch up to Midoriya. I was even surprised that Ida caught up with us. "So, I have a question, Midoriya." He looked at me as he tilted his head. "Was it you that Bakugo called Deku?"

That's when Midoriya hanged his head. "Yeah. That's a nickname Kacchan gave me when we were kids."

"You two knew each other since childhood?" Midoriya nodded. "That's so cool!"

"Doesn't Deku mean worthless?" We both looked over to Ida.

"Well, that doesn't matter." Both boys looked at me. "The way Bakugo was saying it almost sounded like a cheer. It's catchy, and I like it. Can I call you it, too?"

Midoriya's face went red as he looked to the ground. That was until he smiled and looked back at me. "Yeah. Maybe I could start liking it now."

…

This four eyes guy was so annoying, but just then, the door opened. Oh, for fuck sake! Why did he have to be in my class? The four eyes then went over to Deku. Why was he apologizing? Did they take the exam in the same area?

It wasn't long before some chick walked in. The way she bounced while speaking to Deku somehow irritated me. I don't get why it did so. But it was bugging me how Deku hid his redden face while talking to that girl. I couldn't help but grind my teeth as I watched this girl smile at Deku. Not to mention, I was feeling a sense of rage I never knew I could. But before I could question why I was feeling this, is when the teacher finally showed up.

I still was in disbelief at what I just witness. There was no way Deku could have done that without a quirk. At that, I couldn't help but notice the pain in the face as he held his hand to his chest. Something was wrong here. That's when I remembered what he's been telling me.

As the day went on, I couldn't get my head around how Deku pulled off such a stunt. He has been asking strangely after the slung incident. From working out in classes and his mom constantly calling my mom. Then there are all the times he would run into traffic to get away from me. Or how he somehow defeated our whole class. Not to mention how he handled the slung villain.

And when Deku returned to class, there was a look on his face. It was the same face he held when he was guilty about something. It didn't help when we locked eyes. That's when I vowed I would figure out what was his secret. If not directly, I will find out.

While working out the class, I tried my best not to look back. I needed to get out of these walls into the fresh air. After what went down today, I wanted to be alone. Especially with how confused I was at how I felt when watching that Round Face being cheery with Deku. Then again, I don't ever recall any girl being that close with him. In fact, they all bullied him.

As I was reaching the sidewalk in front of the school, I overheard Round Face's voice. I looked behind me and saw her speaking with Deku and four eyes. Without meaning to, I let out a low growl. Why am I getting angry seeing a girl being cheery with Deku? At that, she was a little too close to him. Almost close enough to be touching. I grinded my teeth as I turned around and stomped my way to the subway station.

As I near the station, I couldn't hold it back anymore and punched a lamppost. Why was I so angry? At that, it was a type of anger I never felt before. And when I finally reached the station, I just sat on a bunch, as I waited for my train. When the train came, I happened to notice that Deku was waiting for the door to open.

On the train ride, I couldn't keep my eyes off Deku, who was on the other side of the cart. While I looked at him, I noticed how he looked troubled. This brought me back to wondering how he was able to pull off what he did earlier. When we got off the train is when he finally saw me. It's then his troubled face became emotionless. Something was deeply wrong.

While we walked home, I was troubled that I didn't hear Deku mumble. What could be troubling him this much? That's when I recalled about his figure. "Nerd." I looked behind me in time to catch him staring at me. "You got some explaining to do."

Deku walked closer before he was within arm's reach. "I currently can't tell you. Even though I want to so badly. Kacchan," He faintly smiled. So, I fully turned to face him. I even folded my arms. "I think I made two new friends." I recalled the Round Face and couldn't stop grinding my teeth. "Is something wrong, Kacchan?"

"And what makes you think she's your friend?" Deku stepped back a bit before tears started running down his face. I pinched his cheek. "If she or that four eyes ever hurt you, they will have me to worry about. Got that!" I let go of his face, and he quickly smiled.

"You're so amazing, Kacchan." I picked up his bandaged hand. That's when he frowned again. "It's a work in progress. I do wish I could tell you about it." With that, we continued walking home. "So, what do you think about UA?"

"Annoying." I looked over my shoulder. "I'm guessing you already started writing about our classmates?" Deku chuckled as he nodded. "Try not to get ahead of yourself." The way I heard him giggle made me wish I could record the sweet sound. But that would be weird.

…

I still couldn't believe it! The girl was also in my class, and she spoke to me again. It almost felt like I could faint from how hot my body felt. At that, I couldn't help but notice how very close she was to me. Almost uncomfortably close. No female has ever done that before. What do I do in this situation? Just then, we heard a noise behind us.

As I stepped out of the nurse's office, I kept looking at my hand. Even though I was proud that I managed not to break my whole arm, it was still concerning. Maybe as I get better control of One for All, this would stop being a problem. But how long will that be? Would I ever be able to master this quirk?

That thought alone had me thinking about Kacchan's reaction. He has every right to be angry with me. I so badly want to tell him, but I can't. Even if I could tell him, what would happen next? Would he accept knowing what's happened to me? Or will he truly stop talking to me altogether? Just the thought of Kacchan no longer talking to me was frightening.

I tried fighting back the tears as I finally got to the class. The day seemed to go by quickly as the teachers introduced themselves and gave us a list of what we needed. It didn't even help that a lot of it seemed to blur together while I wrote in both my notebooks. In between teachers, I wrote in a new notebook about what I learned about my classmates. It was so cool to see all their quirks.

But what really amazed me was watching Kacchan. I never knew he could use his quirk to move like that. And when class was over, I couldn't help but notice the troubled expression on his face. He's probably going to try to get me to talk again. Will I be able to stop myself from saying anything?

As I started out the school, I was surprised that Uraraka and Ida caught up to me. Not surprised that they were able to keep up. Just shocked that they wanted to talk to me. Or so I believed. "Was it you that Bakugo called Deku?"

"Yeah. That's a nickname Kacchan gave me when we were kids." I watched as Uraraka's smile grew, which was confusing.

"You two knew each other since childhood?" I nodded. "That's so cool!"

"Doesn't Deku mean worthless?" We both looked over to Ida.

"Well, that doesn't matter." I looked back to Uraraka. "The way Bakugo was saying it almost sounded like a cheer. It's catchy, and I like it. Can I call you it, too?" Catchy? Kacchan cheering? That sounds impossible. But the way Uraraka made me question if the name really was that bad.

Sure, growing up, almost everyone called me that. Well, until something happened, and only Kacchan called me Deku. Even when he uses it to be mean to me, it somewhat had grown on me. I kind of liked it while also hating it. But maybe I could embrace it a bit more. I smiled at Uraraka. "Yeah. Maybe I could start liking it now." With that said, we eventually split paths.

As I stepped onto the train, I happened to notice that Kacchan was also there. And telling from the way he was looking at me, he was angry. I just hope he doesn't make a scene on our way home. Thankfully it wasn't until we were near home that he decided to speak up. "Nerd." We locked eyes as he looked over his shoulder at me. "You have some explaining to do."

I walked a bit closer since Kacchan seemed to have stood in place. "I currently can't tell you. Even though I want to so badly. Kacchan," I faintly smiled. That's when Kacchan fully faced me. He even folded his arms. "I think I made two new friends." The moment I said that, Kacchan made an angry face I did not recognize. At that, his jaw moved back and forth. Was his grinding his teeth? "Is something wrong, Kacchan?"

"And what makes you think she's your friend?" Kacchan almost sounded like every word was painful to say. At that, why did he care if I made a friend? I couldn't help but step back as I tried not to break down. Was I not allowed any friends in this new school? Is everything going to repeat itself? It was then that I felt something pinch my cheek. Looking at Kacchan, he didn't seem as angry as just seconds ago. "If she or that four eyes ever hurt you, they will have me to worry about. Got that!"

Wait! Did I hear that right? I couldn't help but smile as Kacchan let go of my cheek. Was he really worried about me getting hurt? I just can't believe it. If it weren't for my cheek hurting, I would have thought I was dreaming. "You're so amazing, Kacchan!" My smile quickly went away when Kacchan held up my injured arm. How was I going to explain this? "It's a work in progress. I do wish I could tell you about it."

I can't believe Kacchan already knew I was writing about our classmates. What is there he can't do? And as I walked into the apartment, I saw that there were no other shoes. Which meant I was completely alone. So, at that, I allowed myself to stop smiling. Today was draining, and I wasn't sure if I could keep smiling for much longer

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THE PRIZE THAT KEEPS ON GIVING 

pairings: jenson button x driver!reader / lewis hamilton x driver!reader / susie wolff x driver!reader / toto wolff x driver!reader / sebastian vettel x driver!reader / mick schumacher x driver!reader / kimi raikkonen x driver!reader

warnings: talk about getting drunk. a drunk kimi. swearing. the host is made up cause I couldn't find the name of the person that actually does it lol. 

author's note: idk how these award ceremonies go but then again all of this is fiction so just be delulu with me :) also, not me posting fics about the fia gala consecutively.

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''Welcome our rookie of the year, Y/N Y/L.'' The host called her up on the stage, the other attendees clapping for her as she got up from her seat. 

It hadn't been her first time on the FIA Prize Giving stage, having collected her Formula 3 European Championship trophy two years earlier. Despite having done this before, the young woman felt nervous and uncomfortable with all the eyes on her. 

She thanked the person giving her the award, anxiously smiling at the audience. Y/N found the comforting eyes of Susie in the crowd, the older woman giving her a supportive nod. 

''Y/N, thank you for being here and congratulations on being named the FIA Rookie of the Year.'' David praised her, a semi-genuine smile on his face. 

She bowed her head. ''Thank you so much.'' 

''You had a very great year, a podium and P7 in the championship standing- best of the midfield- has everything sunken in yet?'' He asked, holding the microphone up to her mouth . 

''It's really crazy, to be honest. You know, I was already happy with just scoring points in Australia, but to, uh, have made it on the podium as well… just crazy- I'm, uh, very happy with how my first season went.'' She answered, stuttering over her words a few times. 

David nodded along to her words, subtly taking a look at his notes. ''Barely two weeks ago, you shared your first podium with Lewis and Sebastian in Abu Dhabi,'' the host pointed at the two men in the audience, the both of them caught off guard by the sudden mention of their names, ''they're the World Champion and Vice-Champion of this season, how did it feel to share the podium with them?'' 

''Uh, you know- pretty great,'' her slow response garnered some chuckles from the crowd, ''they're legends of our sport so I felt very honoured to have been up there with them, especially to end the season.'' Y/N gave herself an encouraging nod at the end of her response. 

''You said after the race that the two of them were your childhood idols, and they have also given you several praises throughout the season, but there is also another person you looked up to as a child, right?'' The rookie could feel there was something coming up as David looked at her with a smirk on his face, but she was clueless as to what it was. 

Her confused face amused all of the attendees, a chorus of laughter being heard and making her even more nervous. ''Oh- I don't like that look on your face.'' She joked, the laughter growing at her response. 

''Well, Y/N- a certain someone might have informed us about an interview you did about 7 years ago when you were 11 years-old,'' David grinned, Y/N giving him a puzzled look, ''in which you said and I quote: 'I want to become a Formula 1 driver, win a World Championship and marry Jenson Button.' Does that ring any bells?'' 

As soon as the last words were said, Y/N turned her back to the audience and covered her gaping mouth, shocked they would bring this up after all the time that had passed. 

All of the attendees were having the time of their life as they saw the obvious embarrassment on the girl's face despite her trying to cover it up. 

Y/N almost tried to make a run for it, but was stopped by David who held onto her arm. ''You're not going anywhere, we're not done yet.'' He snickered, taking another look at his cards. 

''Unfortunately, Jenson is not here tonight, but we do have something else for you.'' David smirked, motioning his arm to the projector behind them- the face of Jenson appearing on the big screen. 

''Hello, everyone! I couldn't be there due to other engagements, but I just wanted to congratulate Y/N on her wonderful rookie season and for being awarded 'Rookie of the Year' tonight,'' Jenson's self-made video played, Y/N watching in shock that this was actually happening. 

''I was made aware of your aspirations to marry me,'' she could see him holding back a huge grin, ''unfortunately, I'm not single so I'm afraid that I'll have to turn the offer down, but I'm very flattered by your confidence and determination of your 11 year-old self.'' Jenson laughed, his infamous smile making an appearance. 

''Anyway- I wish you good luck for the next season and I'm sure it will be even better than this one! Again, congratulations and I hope you enjoy your evening! Bye bye!'' He bids her goodbye and the screen goes back to black. 

Y/N slowly turns back around, her perplexed expression entertaining everyone in the crowd. She was feeling a mix of emotions; disbelief, happiness and also humiliation. 

''You like the surprise, Y/N?'' David asked her, containing himself from bursting out in laughter. 

He held the mic up to her face, but for several moments she didn't say anything, staring mindlessly at nothing. ''I'm, uh, well, that was, uh,'' she stumbled over her words, trying not to curse as it was still a formal event. 

''She's speechless, ladies and gentlemen.'' David interrupted her, making everyone laugh again. ''You didn't expect that, did you?'' 

''No, I did not expect that, David.'' Y/N answers more clearly, her blunt tone resulting in some loud cackles being heard- she swore she recognized Lewis among them. 

''Alright- well, we're going to round it up here, but you're going to celebrate your season well tonight?'' He finished the interview with his last question. 

The young woman nodded her head. ''Yeah, I'm gonna drink all night to forget this.'' She responded, another symphony of laughter and snickering being heard through the large space. 

''That's really great, Y/N- everyone, a round of applause for our Rookie of the Year, Y/N Y/L!'' The female driver walked as quickly as she could in heels off the stage, making her way back to her table.

Since she was still part of the Mercedes Junior Program, she had been seated with Susie, Toto and Lewis, along with a bunch of other Mercedes employees. 

''You've really brightened the place up, Y/N.'' Susie told her the moment she sat down on her chair, a big smile on her face. 

She jokingly rolled her eyes at the older woman, staring down at her own hands in her lap. A hand tapping her arm made her look up. ''Here,'' Lewis handed her a glass of what seemed to be champagne, ''I think you can use this.'' He sheepishly smiled. 

''I've never felt this embarrassed in my life.'' She took the glass and gulped it down in one go, loudly placing the empty glass back down on the table. 

''Don't drink too fast!'' Toto scolded her, not coming across as stern since he was laughing. ''You don't want to end up like Kimi over there.'' The Team Principal pointed at the Ferrari table where a drunk Kimi Raikkonen was trying to put Sebastian in a headlock. 

''It's his Finnish blood.'' Y/N argued, filling up her glass again. 

''It was you, wasn't it?'' There could have been only one person that informed the host about Y/N's past infatuation with the British driver, and during the break she went over to his table and confronted him about it. 

Sebastian flinched at the sudden hand on his shoulder, but smiled as he took notice of who it was. Once he internalised her words, he feigned innocence. ''What do you mean? You think that I would tell anyone about Jenson?'' The teasing smirk of the Ferrari driver was one she wanted to slap from his face, but it was all in good fun. 

''Dude, that was so embarrassing!'' She slapped his arm, grabbing the attention of Hanna who sat next to him. ''Can you believe it, Hanna? I was mortified.'' Y/N turned towards the woman. 

''I knew it as soon as Jenson's face appeared, he was giggling like a schoolgirl.'' His partner nudged him with her elbow, Sebastian put his hands up in defeat. 

''Come on, Y/N- you have to admit it was a great surprise.'' A small sprinkle of doubt had planted itself in the back of his mind, maybe it wasn't a good idea after all and she would be upset with him. 

His panic of doubt was washed away as a genuine smile found its way to Y/N's face. ''It will be a nice story in a few years so thanks for that, I guess.'' Yes, she had felt incredibly ashamed, but she had also received a personal video message from her childhood crush so in her opinion, there was a good balance. 

''Uh, have you seen Mick? I haven't talked to him tonight.'' She asked the couple, wanting to check up on her friend. 

Hanna shook her head, while Sebastian pointed towards the door that led to the hallways. ''I think he went to the bathroom.'' He replied. 

''Thanks, I'll see you two later.'' Y/N bid them goodbye, smiling at both of them before disappearing into the hallways to find the young Schumacher. 

She waited against the wall across from the men's bathroom, her awkward stance must have made other people call her an idiot in their own minds. After a few minutes of looking like a weirdo, the German finally came out of the bathroom. 

''What the fuck were you doing in there?'' Y/N surprised him, he didn't expect to find her waiting for him. 

Mick took a deep breath to calm down, his friend had scared him good. ''Jesus Christ, what the fuck.'' His hand rested on his heart. 

''You can just call me Y/N, Mickie.'' She winked at him. 

'You idiot,'' he smiled, taking a step forward and pulling her in a quick hug, ''congrats on the award, by the way.'' 

''Thank you, I appreciate it.'' 

Mick chuckled. ''You know, I had totally forgotten about your crush on Jenson! It's been so long since I last heard about it.'' The German remembered all the times his friend would dream out loud about her 'future marriage' to the British driver. 

''I had forgotten about it too, until Seb decided I needed a good reminder.'' Y/N said, sarcastically making him laugh. 

The youngest Schumacher was about to reply, but was interrupted by a certain Ferrari driver. 

''Hey, Y/N! If you want to marry Jenson, you can marry Jenson! I'll be there to support you!'' Kimi wrapped his arms around Mick and Y/N's shoulders, holding them close to him. 

The young woman held in her laughter, simply patting his chest. ''Thanks, Kimi. I'll remember that.'' 

The Fin looked from her to Mick. ''Too bad, man! I know how much you like her!'' He ruffled the guy's hair, a sad expression on his face to convey his sympathy for Mick. 

Both youngsters widened their eyes, one in shock and the other in embarrassment. ''Okay- it was good to see you, Kimi!'' The Prema driver lightly pushed him away, his cheeks colouring red. 

''I can help you if- Hey, Jean!'' Kimi took notice of Jean Todt on the other side of the hallway and walked over there, leaving the two of them alone again. 

Y/N glanced at Mick who was avoiding her eyes. ''You want to tell me something, Schumacher?'' She smirked. 

''I think I need to go to the bathroom again.''

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Lily- a DCA!Serial Killer AU drabble

CW: vomiting, mention of drug use

" 'Boy,' she said courteously, 'why are you crying?' "

Sun read aloud to the collection of children at the day's reading circle, his voice module shifting to a higher, feminine pitch to match the character Wendy when speaking her lines. Today's book was 'Peter and Wendy' by J.M. Barrie. Some of the children gathered around him giggled, finding it as silly as when he was pretending to cry as Peter Pan just seconds earlier. A smile of his own was etched on the sun animatronic's face plate, it always elated him to hear the children laugh.

" 'Peter could be exceedingly polite also, having learned the grand manner at fairy ceremonies, and he-' "

"M-Mr. Sun…?"

A small voice croaked his name, and a smaller hand rose in his peripherals. He knew the voice, and his eyes fell on one particular child. His jovial smile became one of concern. The child didn't look very well.

"Lily, are you alright?"

The child, Lily, looked up at Sun with watery eyes slightly obscured by her glasses. She was shaking, appeared rather pale, and a hand was gripping at her shirt over her stomach. It was a familiar sight to Sun. As well as the children, as some had warily begun scooting away from her.

"I…h-have to go…"

Sun knew what that meant and he nodded. Tucking a bookmark in between the pages, he sat the book in his chair and carefully scooped Lily into his arms. "The reading circle will continue in just a moment, Sunbeams! We will be back very soon! Gavin, please make sure the little ones behave," he instructed one of the older kids as he was already on his way to the library's bathroom, hurrying inside.

He knelt with her in front of one of the stalls, removing her glasses and tucking them over the collar of his sweater, then he brushed back her black hair for him to hold. With his other hand, he rubbed Lily's back as she began to cough and retch into the toilet. He gave her a sympathetic look.

"There there, Sunbeam. Get it all out," he gently instructed the poor girl. He had done this a few times with her in the past. The poor thing was prone to sickness due to a heightened sense of anxiety, least that's what Lily's mother told him over the phone the first time it happened. Fortunately, Sun was unbothered by such predicaments. He was used to dealing with ill children.

When Lily had finished, he moved to the wall and let her sit in his lap. He returned her glasses to her, then reached into his pocket and gave her an apple juice box he grabbed before coming here. She sipped it while he continued rubbing her back. "Are you starting to feel better, Lily?" he asked, soft enough that his voice didn't echo.

Lily rubbed at her eyes and nodded with a sniffle, but that didn't stop her from crying. When asked what was the matter, she hiccupped, "I-I feel bad, f-for making you always stop story time…! I-I don't mean to…I'm sorry, M-Mr. Sun…!"

"Aww, Sunbeam…" Sun pulled her into another gentle hug, a hand going in circles on her back. "There is nothing for you to be sorry for. I am not at all upset, sweetie. Only worried. I know you can't help this. Just take a breath. Everything's alright." Sun held Lily close as she buried her face into his sweater, shaking a little less. The small girl sniffled, letting out a shaky breath. She adjusted her head in an odd manner, almost like she was…nuzzling him. He continued rubbing her back as the smallest sob escaped her.

"…I wish you were my mom…"

His hand froze in place.

Sun went completely still. His smile fell entirely, his eyes trained on nothing. It was barely a whisper, but he heard it. He heard it. In that moment, he looked back. Every time he saw Lily and her mother together. She ran when dropped off, and walked when being picked up. She never willingly held her mother's hand. The rare times Lily would glance back at him. The look on her face…

"What was that, Sunbeam?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

Lily flinched a little in his arms, keeping her face buried. She let go of him, rubbing at her face. "N-Nothing," she answered meekly.

"Oh, alright then." He forced down his building anger. 'Later', he told himself, and he stood up, placing Lily on the ground. "Now, how are you feeling? Are you ready to go back to the circle?" Thinking for a moment, Lily eventually gave him a shy nod. He smiled warmly. "Wonderful! Let's hurry off to Neverland, shall we?" He lightly booped her on the nose, glad to see it warrant him a giggle out of her.

Holding her hand, he walked out of the bathroom towards the reading circle. Though outwardly cheery as he greeted the little ones and resumed reading, that sting still lingered at the base of his chest. Silently, he sent a message.

"Moon."

"Yeah."

"Jackie Langman."

"Lily's mother?"

"…"

"…I'll look into her."

"Thank you."

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Moon sat on the edge of the pier, his legs crossed. The tide was high, and he didn't want his uniform getting wet. He stared out at the empty, moonlit horizon of the bay. No boats were out at this hour, everyone had already docked in for the day. It was a quiet place, free of prying eyes and cameras. No motor engines disturbed the night's peace, leaving only the sound of the wind and the waves…

And the approaching footsteps behind him.

Moon didn't need to turn around to know who was walking down the pier. Before long, Sun joined him in sitting, placing himself at Moon's left. Seeing the high-rising water, he crossed his legs, too. Sun hung his head low, heterochromatic eyes shining back at him in his reflection as his hands rested on the pier's edge.

"…What did you find?" he asked.

Moon glanced at Sun briefly from the corner of his eyes. He could sense something looming in his twin's tone. He looked back out to the horizon with a sigh. Right. Cut to the chase, then.

"Jackie Langman. Single mother, divorced her husband--Lily's father--when Lily was only 3. Began shooting narcotics around that time. Reports from neighbors claim to have heard shouting from inside their home and things being broken. Police could never find anything. Jackie claims to have gone to rehab for her drug use, but there are no records indicating she ever went."

Moon heard the sound of wood creaking on his left and glanced to Sun, whose shoulders were tense. His hands gripped the wood, causing it to begin splintering. His rays rattled like a snake's tail. Moon let out another small sigh. "Sun-"

"Why didn't I see it sooner…?" Sun interrupted. His brows were tightly knit, teeth gritted together. His colored pupils had shrunken a little. "Three months…Lily's been part of the reading circle for three months. They were there…The signs were all there, and I didn't see it."

"Sun, you can't burden this on yourself," Moon told him calmly.

"Do you know what she said to me earlier?" Sun continued, like Moon hadn't said anything. "In the bathroom, as I held her. She told me, 'I wish you were my mom'." Moon's eyes widened slightly, hearing this. Sun smiled, but it was full of bitterness and self-disgust. "That was when I realized. Only then did I…" An inhale rattled in his chest, clearly fighting to keep himself composed. “I hate that I had to pretend to not hear what she said…”

Moon remained silent for a moment, allowing Sun the chance to collect himself. "Sun. As much as you hate it, we can’t let anything rouse suspicion. Especially from the kids. But don’t worry. What matters is that we know, now. And we can do something about it. I've already looked at potential guardians. Her dad is just as crooked as Jackie, so he's a no-go. Lily has an aunt up in Milwaukee; she seems pretty clean, and it looks like she's tried to fight for custody over Lily in the past."

"We need to act now." Moon blinked, confused by Sun's sudden declaration. "Whatever we do, we need to do it now."

"Sun, hold your horses. We still need to find a way of getting to Jackie, and make sure Lily is out of the way," Moon explained. "I understand your anger, but we can't jump into this-"

"And why not?!" Sun's voice cracked as it rose. The wood under his hand cracked as well, his face plate twisted with rage, as well as fear, colored pupils now rattling pinpricks. "We can't sit and plan and wait too long about this, Moon! We just can't! We need to act now, before it's t-too late…!" His voice wavered, and his eyes flickered before squeezing shut. Sun's breath shuddered as he tried to control it, like he was fighting to keep himself from crying. "I-It can't happen again…"

Moon waited once again, giving Sun a needed moment. Then he reached and placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Sun. Look at me." He instructed softly. Sun did so, his optics shining. Moon gave him a gentle, but firm look. "It won't be like how it was with her. We won't let that happen. I promise you."

Slowly, Sun managed to calm himself down. He took a breath and thumbed away the oil tears in his eyes. Once composed, he gave Moon a faint smile. "Thank you, brother…"

Moon returned that smile to Sun, lightly patting him on the back. Then he stood up, stretched his arms over his head, and offered a hand to Sun. "Shall we get to work?"

The other animatronic accepted the hand and was pulled to his feet. Sun gave a firm nod, walking with Moon back down the pier. "Let's do it." He would save Lily, no matter what it took.

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[outofangband]

for the prompt request: Hurin and Morwen, after the wedding?

Love your writing!

I wasn’t sure if you meant this well, intimately, or not so I kept it safe for work but feel free to ask more!

I also wasn’t sure what format you wanted so this ended up as a collection of somewhat random headcanons but if you wanted a story format let me know!

Ended up making notes for a separate post with more about their wedding in general too because I like world building and I like coming up with traditions and I’ve thought a lot about traditions for both their people and cultures 

Another post I need to make is on Morwen’s thoughts on Húrin’s family. I talked about it a bit here and I obviously talk about Morwen’s relationship with Aerin a lot (I strongly believe their relationship predates the Nírnaeth by a lot and though this is more my headcanon, I also think that Aerin was one of the first people in Hithlum that Morwen became close with). Anyways she likes Aerin, she does NOT like Huor at all at this point, she was very neutral about Galdor.

Their wedding was primarily a Hadorian ceremony but there were a few Bëorian traditions as well, namely the serving of a honeyed tea and the crowns of glossy leaves that both Húrin and Morwen wore.

After the ceremony, they return to their home. What is now officially their home. Húrin is giddy with excitement. I think it’s more of a bittersweet occasion for Morwen. She’s obviously happy to be marrying him, she loves him. But the wedding ceremony, their home, everything around her just sort of emphasizes her sense of exile from Dorthonion and the loss of her family.

Also it’s just a very exhausting day and Morwen is very overwhelmed which she generally shows by appearing even more grim and severe. Húrin isn’t bothered by this. It’s overwhelming for him too of course and he’s glad to get away from his mess of relatives.

Rían, who is about twelve or thirteen, falls asleep on the grass after the ceremony and ends up staying the night with them. She’s almost as visibly happy and excited as Húrin is.

It’s early summer and there is a gentle night breeze. The air smells of clover and horses.

Morwen has an intense spell of something like homesickness late that night though she doesn’t verbally acknowledge it. She sits on the edge of the bed for awhile in a solemn silence. Their new bed chambers has a patchwork quilt that had belonged to Húrin as a child

(Usually the mothers of the bride and groom present them with an important heirloom. In cases of the mother being dead or otherwise unavailable, an aunt, older sister or cousin will usually take this role. Not necessarily a significantly valuable one in terms of money or beauty but one that was considered part of the home itself. Typically it is one that the recipient has already formed some attachment to. Hareth gives Húrin a patchwork quilt that’s been in their house for decades and that Húrin loved as a kid. This part of the ceremony is of course difficult to replicate for Morwen)

She loves the quilt too though and she finds herself staring down at the patterns, tracing along the worn edges.

Húrin sits beside her. Eventually she puts her head on his shoulder just for a moment.

[botanicaljars]

In Memory

Remus Lupin x reader

Since today is 24 years since the battle of hogwarts, and since we lost the final marauder. I’m going to write for you guys…some angst. Where you and Remus (now older ) after losing your friends, have a touching yet upsetting moment with each other.

• Word count: 796

• Warnings: angst, swearing

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Rain. Rain pattered down on the pavement as you slowly walked to the funeral home, the hallways of funeral homes haunted you. Every time you stepped foot inside left you feeling empty, letting tear droplets fall down onto your cheeks, staining your shirt and handkerchief. You held your umbrella above your head as you walked, eyes cascading onto the ground. It had been three weeks since you left Britain on a mission from the Ministry of Magic, you had come back specifically for the funeral after hearing what happened in the Hall of Prophecies. You never wanted to leave Remus’s side, no matter what happened, you wanted to stay but you couldn’t, there was no possibility of you staying so leaving his side was such a horrible situation.

The somber music echoed outside as you entered through the doors, tears already welling up in your eyes, you wiped them away quickly as you walked into the large hall. The coffin sat atop a podium, placed gently on a white cloak. Your eyes scanned the room, you recognised people from your school days, their families and friends who had met Sirius a few times and then you saw him there. Remus.

“Remus…” You mumbled, you walked quickly towards him, “Moony.” You said as you got closer, this was the first time seeing him in 21 days…he turned to face you as you walked into his arms, you held him close to you, he squeezed you back, not letting go. You didn’t want to let go, you couldn’t let go, not now. Not here, you had to be strong for everyone. As one of the marauders, being so close to them all then having them taken away from you hurt, it cut you deep down. It shattered your heart as you held him.

“Hey…” he said, holding your head against his chest as he felt you shaking slightly. Trying to compose yourself was difficult, being in a room of your old classmates, friends, family. “It’s okay…we’re okay…we’re being strong today yeah?”

“It’s hard…” you whispered, as you breathed, it became harder and harder to keep yourself together, you could feel yourself cracking, the sorrow pushed itself onto your shoulders, chipping away at your composed demeanour. You felt your eyes fill with tears as tears slipped from your eyes, running down your cheeks, dripping onto the creased material of Remus’s shirt.

“I know my Love…I know it’s hard…” He sniffed, holding his composure as he tried to collect your pieces and put them back together. He stroked your hair, holding you close to his body, “I know you miss him really fucking badly…and I know that it’s not going to be easy, but I’m here…I’m here for you Sweetheart.”

“I’m scared…I miss him so much, I can’t imagine how you feel…” you mumbled into him, your eyes began pouring tears, like a faucet, spilling onto him, he felt you start shaking more, loosen your grip on him and sniffle.

“My Love, you’re brave…You can do this…”

Throughout the ceremony in front of everyone he ever knew if his family. Which though they disowned him, showed up in tears were shed from the cold empty eyes as you spoke. You looked down fiddling with the loose stitches on your blazer, “Sirius Black… Where do I begin? He was a fierce friend, a fighter, a jokester, the most important thing a loyal companion. Now I was not there on the night he was murdered, however I heard from a few people who witnessed his passing that he thought valiantly in the name of justice and I feel so proud of him. To lose padfoot struck me hard, my heart was shattered when I found out the news and I just know that his final moments he would’ve been thinking about either his friends, or how he will be joining a fallen Angels, Lily, James and Regulus. Whether you were the closest of friends with pads or you’re passing by in the hallway, I think each and everyone of you for coming today and respecting him as he pass it on to the afterlife.” After you had finished, you looked up and met eyes with your fiancé, he was pinching his nose, holding back his tears. You walked to him, sitting down and pulling him into the warmest, softest hug.

“When did you get so good with words?” He asked, his words muffling into your neck as he held you close to him, “You are so brave my Love...So brave.”

“Not as brave as you Sweetheart, I am so happy i can call you mine...forever,” you replied as you relaxed slightly into his arms, You listened to your old classmates telling stories about his jokes, you listened to his old coworkers telling stories about his short time in work before he was sent to Azkaban. At the end of the ceremony you took Remus’s hand softly and rubbed your thumb against his as you walked slowly

“I didn’t even say anything at my bloody best friend’s funeral…” he said, sighing whilst shaking his head, “You said everything I was thinking.”

“Well…If Padfoot is watching, I think he knows that I said everything you were thinking, after all…I always did didn't i?”

“Yeah you did Darling,” he squeezed your hand, smiling at you, “ Thank you for being my shoulder to lean on today.”

“Of course, I’m going to marry you one day, I want to be your support,” you kissed him lightly on the cheek.

As you stepped outside, the cold winter air nipped at you, the sky was dark and stars decorated the darkness, “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” Remus said

“Remus…” You started, “Thank you…I love you more.”

[ladyartemesia]

The Praetor

◐ PART VI of THE ALPHA ◐

◐ Series Masterlist ◐

◐ Part I ◐ Part II ◐ Part III ◐ Part IV ◐ Part V ◐

Pairing: Alpha Werewolf Jimin x Omega Reader

Rating: Hard Mature 18+ (for this installment)

Warnings: sexual content including grinding and marking, some light (and totally consensual) manhandling, ABO sexual dynamics including discussion of scenting, marking, mating, and claiming. Violence and discussion of violence relating to ritual combat, possessive behavior, injuries and discussion of injuries

Special Note: Yoonji and Yunli are NOT the same person. Yoonji is Yoongi and Yunli’s cousin. She is sometimes affectionately called “Ji-ah.”

Word Count: 5500 (wow)

Author’s Note: Life has been really hard. I won’t beat around the bush. It was hard to do anything... but your kind words and support really kept me going. Truly you guys straight up manifested this chapter with your incredible support. As always, my angels @ppersonna​ @xjoonchildx​ @untaemedqueen​ and @underthejoon​ were the best betas and the best friends anyone could ask for. My thanks to ALL of you for helping me bring this story to life!

“Alpha.” 

Namjoon’s voice echoed through the clearing with profound resonance. 

There would be no more fighting. 

There would be no more doubt.

It was a complete surrender, the kind only a true Alpha could compel. 

A frantic whimper suddenly split the air, drawing every eye to you-

 But you saw only him. 

“Untie me,” you pleaded, struggling impatiently against the restraints. 

One of the elders moved to release you, but before she could, Jin produced a knife and cut you free with the kind of terrifying precision expected of a man who was every bit as deadly as he was beautiful. 

Then you were running - and this time, no one could stop you. 

Your body crashed into his and fiery joy shot through you as he pulled you into his arms. 

His scent wrapped around your senses like a warm blanket, covering the fear and pain of the past days in unimaginable relief. 

 “Jimin.”

“I’m here. I have you,” he whispered. 

Your entire frame seemed to shake as you sobbed against his chest. It was as if you could not draw close enough - could not hold tight enough - to be satisfied. Part of you was still terrified that you would wake up and discover that all of this had been a dream...

Then you heard it.

Another set of knees hitting the ground. 

“Alpha.”

Then another-

“Alpha.“

And another 

“Alpha.”

Till the air was filled with hundreds of voices, all speaking the same word.

“Alpha.”

Namjoon remembered very little of what happened after his surrender...

Just pain. 

His limbs seemed oddly disconnected from the rest of his body. There was blood everywhere (and he was reasonably sure it was his). 

He knew he should feel defeated, broken - ashamed even.

Instead he felt strangely...

Light. 

As if a great weight had lifted from his shoulders. 

The last thing he saw before losing consciousness entirely was Yunli’s tear-stained gaze - still fixed on him - even as the others turned to face their new Alpha. 

He breathed out her name in a quiet, desperate plea as the darkness overtook him. 

Jimin was only in your arms a few moments before healers and half the elder’s council came rushing forward on all sides. 

You snarled instinctively at the first elder who tried to collect him, but a healer eventually got close enough to reason with you after pointing out that the wound on his shoulder could possibly become infected if left untreated for much longer.

An Alpha’s injuries always took the highest priority, but Jimin directed them all toward Namjoon, brushing away anyone who attempted to tend to him. 

By that point Jin and your mother had found their way to your side and were gently trying to pull you back - even as more elders reached for your mate. 

Everyone was speaking at once - words about preparations and plans and ceremonies - but none of it registered over the waves of frantic adrenaline still pounding through your system. 

You didn’t know what they wanted or why they were so close-

just that they were trying to take him away again. 

No. 

Suddenly a senior elder placed his hand on Jimin’s forearm and your wolf snapped entirely. 

Omegas were known for their speed and as a Luna, yours was unparalleled.

Two council members and a healer went flying into the dirt within the space of a single second as your body instinctively assumed a defensive stance. The remaining elders stumbled back in alarm and your mother fainted dead away forcing Jin to catch her rather inelegantly. 

Your canines began to lengthen as you pressed your back to the Alpha, letting primal rage guide your movements. 

They had tied you up. 

Forced you to watch as he was attacked again and again and again-

An omega would defend their mate to the death and you had spent days knowing he was in danger...

Feeling powerless, feeling paralyzed- 

Your wolf had simply had enough. 

“Luna please-“ the chief elder began cautiously, but you cut him off with warning growl and lunged - fully prepared to end the next person who attempted to separate you from-

Strong arms closed around you, pulling you back to the comforting warmth that enveloped you moments ago.

Jimin. 

“Luna,” he whispered against your skin and you shivered, letting your eyes flutter shut. 

Then you felt it. 

The gentle pressure of the Alpha - your mate - nosing softly at your neck. 

It was a gesture of soothing affection. 

Of gratitude. 

Slowly he turned you in his arms till you were facing him once again. The fire in your blood began to fade as you simply took him in, struck by the sensual beauty of his face and the possessive heat in his gaze. 

“So fierce,” he hummed, tilting his head so you could bury yourself in his scent once more. His hands brushed soothing circles over your back, leaving delicious sparks of pleasure in their wake. 

“I’m safe,” he promised as you nuzzled into him needily. “You can rest now...” 

The pleasant pull of his command wove heavily through your senses. You felt your feet leave the ground as he lifted you fully into his arms...

Then you slipped into a blissful sleep. 

The healers worked for hours on Namjoon. 

Some betas were blessed with minor healing abilities - a valuable gift stemming from a type of energy transference. He could feel the heat of their hands as they poured themselves - literally - into mending his battered body.  

His ribs were set and wrapped tightly and the swelling and bruising were already beginning to fade due to the assortment of vile tasting herbal concoctions they insisted on ramming down his throat. 

Accelerated healing and potent herbal intervention truly went a long way, but it would take time and rest to restore him fully.

Despite his lingering soreness, Namjoon was finally lucid enough to think for the first time since the fight and there was certainly a wealth of things to think about…

Yet his mind kept going back to that moment-

To her. 

“Kim Namjoon.”

Every hair on his body raised to attention. 

“Alpha-” 

He struggled to pull himself upright, but Jimin placed a hand on his arm to still him. 

“Please,” he spoke softly, “let me sit. I’ve caused you enough trouble for one day.”

A painful chuckle stuttered out of Namjoon and he shook his head. 

“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that? We both know this is entirely my fault.”

Jimin’s eyes dropped in reluctant amusement.. 

“You think rather highly of yourself,” he said with a barely perceptible grin, echoing his words in the chief elder’s chambers a day - a lifetime - ago. “I believe I had something to do with it as well.”

Namjoon laughed and winced immediately. He rubbed gingerly over the binding on his ribs before voicing the question that had plagued him from the moment he awoke. 

“How quickly?” 

The Alpha tilted his head in confusion. “I’m not sure I understand.”

“How quickly,” Namjoon grunted, pulling himself to an upright position, “could you have killed me?”

There was a strange sort of acceptance in his eyes, a profound and untainted respect that Jimin was wholly unused to receiving from a man like him. 

It was equal parts humbling and overwhelming. 

“The first hit... a little to the left - at full force -  would have fractured your sternum and penetrated your heart.  You’d have been dead in a matter of minutes.”

Namjoon was silent for a long time. 

“Why did you spare me? ...I challenged you, threatened you, intended to lay claim to your mate which-” he rubbed idly at the back of his neck, “I’m beginning to understand is enough to enrage any man… So why am I still here?”

“Because,” Jimin sighed, “apparently I think very highly of you too, Kim Namjoon.”

“Well… I’m flattered, but I - I still don’t understand… I’ve done nothing but underestimate you. Most wolves would have made an example of me.”

“Oh I intend to make an example of you,” Jimin smiled and Namjoon felt his blood run cold for the briefest instant, “but not in the way you’re thinking.” 

The Alpha’s eyes took on a strangely solemn light. “I have no intention of ruling through fear and violence.”

After a moment, his gaze met Namjoon’s again. 

“You were right… Without your challenge, the pack would never have trusted my leadership. You were the obvious choice to be Alpha and without defeating you decisively, they would always look to you as an alternative.”

Namjoon eyed his collection of injuries sardonically. 

“Something tells me you won’t have that issue now.”

“And I have you to thank for that.”

“So … you spared my life in gratitude?”

“I spared your life because it was well worth sparing. You have always led your clan with honor and dignity. You don’t strike me as someone who enjoys killing, yet you were willing to do so for the good of our people. Such a man is a far better example alive than he is dead.”

Namjoon could not help but be impressed by the younger alpha’s insight and perception. 

Our goddess has chosen well. 

“I am grateful for your mercy, Alpha... Though I’m sure there are some who believe I should have chosen death over the disgrace of defeat.”

Jimin’s jaw clenched. . 

“Defeat is not a disgrace. I have learned some of my greatest lessons from it. Defeat is often a vital stop on the path to victory.”

The elder alpha grinned. 

“I wouldn’t know. This is the first time I’ve lost.”

Jimin laughed and Namjoon’s impish smile suddenly became oddly serious. 

“I want you to know…  You have my loyalty - without question - and not simply because you spared me. It is clear that you were meant to lead.”

A subtle hint of awe crept into his tone as he continued. 

“Honestly… I’ve only ever heard stories of primal alphas. I never thought I’d meet one,” he snorted, “or be foolish enough to fight him.“

Jimin drew back in confusion. 

“I’m not familiar- ...I’ve never heard of a primal alpha.”

“Really?... Well ...I suppose that makes sense. I forgot how often you skipped camp.” He sighed and shifted into a more comfortable position before answering. 

“A primal alpha is goddess-blessed. They cannot be compelled. Their command is powerful enough to compel members of other packs and even non-wolves. It is a rare gift.”

Jimin’s face easily betrayed his shock. 

“I-...That’s-” he shook his head. “Why do you believe I have such a gift?”

“I suppose the first hint should have been your coloring. Silver wolves are never born to mundane destinies... But the real proof is in your eyes.” Namjoon leaned back against the headboard, quietly reliving the moment he discovered the depth of Jimin’s ability. “When you commanded me to yield, your eyes flashed gold. It’s the true sign of a primal alpha... of a king.”

King. 

The word fell heavily between them. 

A human king was a politician, a figurehead whose power became more symbolic as the ages passed. 

But to the wolf nations, a king - an Alpha - was the heart of their pack. A warrior who bore the burden of leadership alongside his Luna. 

The power of a wolf king was quite real. 

The Alpha shifted uncomfortably 

“I never thought I would be a king.”

“And I never thought I wouldn’t be.” His eyes dropped to his hands. “I’m not quite sure what I am anymore.”

“Perhaps I can help with that.”

Namjoon’s gaze met his with cautious curiosity. 

“Oh?”

“You said yourself I skipped Alpha camp every year. I may have been destined to lead, but I won’t pretend that I’m completely prepared for it.”

All at once Namjoon realized why Jimin was there. 

The transfer of power was a long and intricate process that should remain essentially uninterrupted until its completion. 

There could only be one reason the Alpha had come to his bedside. 

He was here to appoint his Praetor. 

A Praetor wielded nearly as much authority as the Alpha. In terms of pack hierarchy, only the Alpha outranked him (or her). The commitment required was immense. Their role encompassed everything from ‘chief advisor’ to ‘the last line of defense.’

Praetor were expected to cut all obligations to their own clan and serve only the Alpha. They were an extension of his authority and vision. It was a lifetime appointment which could be extremely dangerous (depending on the number of territorial disputes one’s pack might be involved in). 

If anything were to happen to the Alpha, a Praetor would assume the responsibility of protecting the Luna and ruling by her side (without any romantic obligations as Praetor often had their own mates) until their death. 

“What about Taehyung?”

Jimin shrugged. 

“What about him? I assure you, he has no interest in this at all.” A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Besides, he serves me well as a best friend... A Praetor must be willing to disagree with me from time to time without worrying too much about my feelings. They must be in tune with the needs of the pack. Kim Taehyung is a good man… but he isn’t the right one. Not for this.”

The elder alpha considered his next words carefully. 

“What you’re asking is no small request.”

“True,” Jimin nodded, “but how about this…” he grinned mischievously, “I promise to put in a good word for you with Min Yoongi when he finds out what you’ve done to his little sister.”

“I haven’t done anything to his little sister.”

“Yet.”

Namjoon cleared his throat guiltily. 

“You realize this means we’ll have to talk every single day.”

“It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make for the good of the pack.”

Namjoon laughed and Jimin smiled back, more sure than ever that he was making the right choice. 

After a moment the Alpha held out his hand in an age old ceremonial gesture and finally voiced the question he had come to ask. 

“Kim Namjoon, will you forsake your place in the clan of your blood to serve your Alpha and your pack as Praetor. Will you protect my blood as your own and fight by my side till the paths of our lives be complete?

Namjoon’s gaze locked with his as their palms met, letting the force of his resolve color each word. 

“I swear it shall be so.” 

It was well past noon when you stumbled from your bedroom to find Jin spread luxuriously over your kitchen island, popping berries into his mouth like a debauched satyr. 

“I feel very odd…” you yawned, “almost like I-”

“Attacked half the elders council in a fit of horny rage?”

Your jaw dropped. 

“I did no such thing!” A few choice memories began to flood back and your staunch defensive tirade stuttered in shock. “Wait...Did I-”

“You did.”

“I wouldn’t call it horny rage,” you muttered, massaging your temples as you struggled to process your own actions. 

“I don’t know, the whole thing looked very horny to me.”

“Everything looks horny to you.”

Jin grinned but didn’t bother denying it. 

“What do you remember?”

“I remember…” you pulled a water bottle from the fridge and took a long drink before answering,”...Jimin’s victory... People kept trying to take him away and then-”

Heat streaked across the back of your neck as you recalled the press of his lips on your skin.

“Oh...”

You shivered deliciously.  

Jin sighed. “Yes, you were quite the spectacle. Who knows how many throats you would have ripped out if the Alpha had not intervened.”

“Oh goddess,” you moaned, burying your face in your hands. “He probably thinks I’m a lunatic.”

Jin rolled his eyes. 

“I wonder if there is a celestial punishment for smacking the Luna upside the head.”

“Punishable by death - for sure,” you pouted, “and why would you even want to do that?”

“Because you’re an idiot. The man risked his life for you in ritual combat and then carried you home in his arms all the way from the sacred circle like a fairy tale princess.”

“He... he did?”

Your cousin nodded and tossed another berry in his mouth. 

“The whole scene was so disgustingly romantic. I would have swooned if I wasn’t left to haul your mother back. Honestly I think I threw out my back.”  

“And - and the pack?”

“They were free to swoon since they weren’t carrying your mother and most of them did. The man has become a bit of a legend already. Namjoon is one of the strongest alphas in the mountain kingdoms and Park Jimin dispatched him like it was nothing.” He paused to dab berry juice off his absurdly full lips. “I’d be surprised if every pack for a hundred miles hasn’t heard about it by now.”

“How is Namjoon?”

“Alive. He will make a full recovery.”

You sighed in relief. Truly, you had no desire to mate with the Kim alpha, but (despite the grumbling of your bloodthirsty wolf) you never wanted him dead. 

Not to mention the loss of Namjoon would have cast a heavy shade over Jimin’s leadership. He was wise to spare him. 

“Where is he? I want to see him.”

“Namjoon is with the healers-”

“Kim Seokjin,” you bopped him with your now empty water bottle. “I am obviously not talking about Namjoon. Where is my mate?!”

“Calm down, cousin. You’re getting that throat-rippy gleam in your eye again and I’m far too beautiful to go out like that.” 

He reached for another berry. 

“I need to see him.”

You were already marching toward the door when Jin yanked you back. It was always a surprise to see how fast he could move when he wanted to. 

“My dear sweet Luna, you have one murderous rampage and forget all about our tedious traditions. The elders will be drowning him in the preparations and expectations of leadership for at least another ten hours.”

None of Jin’s sensible reminders mattered the least bit to your wolf. She was already suggesting all sorts of reasons you should just march into the council chambers and take him. 

Park Jimin was yours. 

You’ve waited long enough. 

Your hand tightened on the doorknob. 

“He left something for you.”

Kim Seokjin really was a wickedly clever man. He knew exactly which cards to play and exactly when to play them. 

Your heart stuttered wildly in your chest as Jin nodded toward a small box on the table. 

“He sent Taehyung to drop it off not long after the elders dragged him away from your bedside.” 

If you had even an ounce of dignity left, you might have been embarrassed by how quickly you scrambled over to the gift, but you were well past caring about such things when it came to him. 

Your cousin shook his head as you eagerly tore into the wrapping, impatient to discover what he could have possibly-

You gasped. 

There, laying nestled in an ornate wooden box with a lavish blue satin interior, was the most beautiful pair of gloves you had ever seen…

Your fingers reached out to brush the soft white leather, custom stitched with intricately embroidered vines that wound around a beautiful silver wolf. 

“They’re exquisite.”

Jim’s brow furrowed in confusion. 

“They’re not just exquisite, they’re one of a kind.” His fingers traced over the emblem on the box. “This is the mark of the Bangtan Leatherworkers Guild. Every one of their pieces is unique.” 

Your head tilted curiously as Jin began to lift back the satin lining.

“What are you doing?”

“You can only buy their merchandise directly from the shop in Seoul. There’s no way he could have gotten these today.”

“R...Really?”

Jin nodded. 

“I’m about to find out for sure. Each piece produced by the guild comes with a certification. It includes the date of manufacture and the date of sale.”

After a moment he withdrew a small card embossed with gold writing. 

“Well... what does it say?” you pressed impatiently. 

An odd little smile drifted across Jin’s lips as he considered the information in his hands. 

“These gloves were sold to Park Jimin three years ago... a few days before your 17th birthday.” 

Min Yunli slept for most of the day after Taehyung brought her home. 

The Alpha ordered his second to secure her and see to her safety not long after lifting the Luna into his arms. 

In the end, Tae had to compel her again.

She fought to stay near Namjoon, but he needed medical attention and there was no real reason to allow her any access to the fallen alpha. 

She had no claim on him. 

She was nothing to him. 

Nothing at all. 

When she finally opened her eyes the sun was already dipping low on the horizon and the world around her was dim. 

Aching emptiness sat heavily in her chest. The Change was another six days away which meant the connection between her consciousness and her wolf was not fully solidified…  but she could still feel acidic pain of rejection festering in both halves of her heart. 

Tears fell silently down her cheek as she considered her actions and what the consequences might be. 

Namjoon probably hated her now. She had ruined everything for him. 

An angry growl rumbled up from her stomach. 

Yunli snorted humorously and shrugged off her dirty clothes, throwing on an oversized t-shirt before trudging out to the refrigerator. 

Of all the problems she was facing, hunger was the easiest to fix. 

“Do you normally walk around without pants?” 

She just barely bit back a scream. 

There - sitting on her couch (and looking significantly better than he had the last time she’d seen him) - was Kim Namjoon. 

“How did you get in here?!” Yunli squeaked. 

Namjoon held up a key. 

“Yoongi gave it to me years ago.”

Though I doubt he intended for me to use it like this. 

Her fists clenched and unclenched reflexively at her side. 

“Have you… come to yell at me?” she whispered.

Namjoon didn’t respond right away, he was too distracted by the shapely curve of her legs and the soft glow of her skin under the warmth of the living room lamps. 

Yunli, however, took his silence as confirmation of her worst fears. 

“I’m so sorry...” she trembled, her beautiful eyes glistening poetically with unshed tears. “I don’t - I don’t know what came over me - I know I cost you the fight and I-”

Namjoon felt a chuckle bubble up in chest and winced. 

“Yunli...your screams, however affecting, could not undo the will of the goddess.” He shook his head, “Park Jimin was born to be the Alpha.”  His fingers rubbed idly at his chest. “I’ve never come across anything like his power.”

Her eyes traced over the damage to his body with obvious remorse. 

“Are you ok?” she asked finally. 

He had four cracked ribs, several critical lacerations, a concussion, two sprained elbows, countless contusions, and a split lip. 

“Ah, it’s nothing,” he shrugged, barely suppressing a groan. 

Yunli grinned, helplessly endeared as always. She opened her mouth to ask again why he was here, but he cut her off with a surprisingly curt question. 

“Has Taehyung seen you like this?”

Yunli blinked. Twice. 

“T-Taehyung? Like Kim Taehyung - your cousin?”

“Second cousin,” he growled, “I was told he brought you home.”

“Well. Yes. He did… I’m really grateful to him actually. I don’t know what would have happened if he hadn’t caught me and calmed me down.”

A loud ringing was building in Namjoon’s ears. 

“Do you have an understanding with him?” he snarled. 

Yunli’s jaw dropped. 

“An understanding? With Yoonji’s Taehyung?!” She snorted. “I don’t have a death wish.”

“What’s Yoonji got to do with this? Isn’t she in Europe?”

“Never mind that. Why would you think Tae and I-”

“Tae?!”

Yunli’s eyes narrowed. 

“What’s going on in that busted up skull of yours, Kim Namjoon?”

Namjoon was off the couch and pressing her against the wall faster than she would have thought possible in his condition. 

“What’s going on is that for the past year you’ve been a real problem for me, Min Yunli.”

Yunli gasped as the muscled lines of his body weighed firmly into her own. Deep curls of pleasure flared up at every contact point. 

Yes. Oh goddess, yes. 

The force of his desire burned hot in the air between them. She had waited years for him to see her like this - to touch her like this...

“I wasn’t supposed to feel anything when you looked at me with your heart in those pretty brown eyes,” he murmured, brushing the tips of his fingers up over her arms till he was cupping her chin. 

Yunli’s wolf keened in delight as she melted helplessly into his embrace. 

It felt good. It felt so so good. 

“I was convinced you were a challenge - a divine temptation put in my path to test my resolve-” his jaw clenched, “or simply an endless source of torment because you wanted me so badly and I could never have you.”

The sound of ripping fabric split the air as Namjoon clawed through the neckline of her t-shirt, baring her pert little breasts to him like an obscene feast. 

“I was supposed to want the Luna,” he growled, squeezing the soft mounds roughly in his palms till she was whining and writhing against him, “-not Min Yoongi’s sweet little sister.”

Her gaze was so open - so trusting. Adoration shone through every inch of her regard and it was intoxicating. 

She was intoxicating. 

His hand slid down to grip her thighs, lifting her body till she was forced to wrap her legs around him for balance. 

“Namjoon,” she whimpered as the sensitive folds of her core ground into his growing hardness. 

“You just kept pushing and pushing-” he hissed, punctuating each word with delicious thrusts till the maddening pressure in her center was nearly unbearable. “Then last night you offered me a taste and it nearly destroyed me.”

His mouth finally descended on hers again and she opened to him eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck with wanton desperation. A tortured groan slipped past his lips as he dragged her away from the wall and onto the sofa where she first discovered him. 

“Is this what you wanted, Min Yunli?” he rasped between the fervent mating of their mouths. “To make me desperate? To take me apart until I’m half-mad with wanting you?”

“Yes,” she sobbed as he sucked mark after mark into her flesh, painting her body with the evidence of his passion.

She slipped her hands greedily under his shirt, aching to feel more of his skin against her own. Needy whines and moans fell from her mouth like a siren’s call, beckoning Namjoon to lose himself in the lush warmth of her body. 

“If Kim Taehyung puts his greasy hands on you again, I’ll kill him.”

Yunli mewled in primal gratification at his bold words. She had waited far too long to hear them. 

“All those months I suffered because my wolf recognized what I was too ignorant to see.” 

The last shreds of her shirt flew across the room and Namjoon pinned her wrists above her head like a pagan offering, allowing his free hand to explore her curves with impassioned reverence. 

“You are mine, Yunli,” he swore. 

And she was. 

She always had been. 

Following Jimin’s victory, the pack exploded into a chaotic storm of gossip and ceremonial preparations. The story of his unlikely path to power had already spread beyond the borders of the mountain kingdoms. 

“-messages are coming in from the high packs of Delhi and Beijing requesting to meet with him-“

The rise of new pack leaders typically brought with it a buzz of excitement, but the Luna and her newly victorious Alpha were anything but typical. 

“-he’s a silver wolf. I always knew he was meant for more than just heading up the Park clan-“

The last Alpha king (the current Luna’s great-grandfather) died peacefully in his sleep nearly thirty years ago and the elder’s council ruled in the interim while they waited for a new Alpha to rise. This was the first (and likely the only) coronation most people would see in their lifetime. 

“ - my friend from Seoul is begging me to invite her. Outsiders aren’t allowed to attend unless they’re the guest of a pack member- “

Preparations to transfer power were every bit as tedious and time consuming as the rest of pack law. 

“-the council just announced that he’s chosen a Praetor. I’m sure it will be Taehyung-“

Aside from sneaking out to secure his Praetor (who was not Taehyung), the new Alpha had been holed up with the council, the heads of the ten major clans, and an army of envoys from other packs for nearly twelve hours. 

“ -grandfather worked with him all day. He claims that the future king has already impressed the council-”

Park Jimin’s name echoed through the mountain kingdoms. People could speak of nothing else. 

But there was one member of the pack who had not yet heard the news...

Yoongi took a deep breath as he waited for the woman on the other end of the line to accept his call. He was mentally and physically exhausted, but he had promised to tell her what happened as soon as he could.

Silence lingered eerily in the first few moments after she picked up. 

“I really debated answering this,” Min Yoonji whispered at last. “I don’t know if I can bear to hear you say that Park Jimin is dead.”

She sighed heavily as she ambled down the stairs of her tiny apartment in Paris. 

There were too many happy memories connected with him. He was Tae’s best friend... His loss would tear her former lover apart. 

And she could not be there for him when it did. 

She could never be there for him...

Several thousand miles away her cousin smiled. 

“Park Jimin is not dead, Ji-ah.”

Yoonji missed the last step and crashed down inelegantly on her tail bone. 

“WHAT?!” Her fingers scrambled to hold the phone secure in her precarious position. “You mean to tell me that Kim Namjoon lost - to PARK JIMIN?!”

“You sure picked a wild time to move to Europe,” Yoongi chuckled. 

“I didn’t really move here per se... I just relocated temporarily but indefinitely.”

“Yes, I’m well aware. Your mother is still howling about what a disgrace it was to go through the Change away from your friends and family. So thank you for that.”

Yoonji sighed. 

“What’s done is done... I know you don’t understand, but I promise to explain someday.” Her eyes drifted shut as she forced the pain in her heart aside. “... I can’t believe I missed all this. You have to tell me how he did it.”

“I will later, but I need to head back to the council chambers. We had a brief recess and I figured I’d call since it’s still early over there. However… I do have one last shocking revelation for you before I go.”

Yoonji rolled her eyes at her cousin’s dramatics. 

“I’m not sure anything could shock me after finding out that Park Jimin is our new Alpha.”

“Jimin just made Namjoon his Praetor.”

Apparently I was wrong. 

“WHAT!? So wait - that means Jinwook is now head of the Kim Clan?”

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“Jinwook? No, how could - ah never mind. You were already in Europe when he left.”

“Jinwook left?!”

“Yeah, he was finishing up a consultation in Bangkok when he met his mate in one of the packs up there. It's an older pack with almost no alphas so they asked him to stay. He’s lived in Thailand since August.” Yoongi yawned. “Believe it or not Kim Taehyung was just sworn in as the Kim Clan alpha.”

Dead silence met his declaration. For a moment he wondered if the call had been disconnected but then-

“...What... did you just say?” 

Yoonji’s voice had taken on a strange hollow quality that had her cousin frowning into the receiver. 

“I said Taehyung was just sworn in as a Clan alpha.”

“That... no that can’t be right... You’re saying Kim Taehyung - my Taehyung-”

“What do you mean your Taehyung?!”

“- is a Clan alpha?”

“Yoonji. I can’t believe I’m repeating this a third time. Yes. Tae is the new head of the Kim Clan. I watched him take the oath twenty minutes ago and I have to say-”

A heart wrenching sob cut him off abruptly. 

“Oh goddess what have I done,” she gasped. 

Yoongi’s eyes widened in fear and alarm. 

“Ji-ah? What’s wrong?... Ji-ah?... Ji-ah?!”

But the line was dead. 

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↬ WHAT COULD NEVER BE

↬ PAIRINGS: bokuto x f!reader? (Side) atsumu x f!reader

↬ WARNINGS: nothing really. Just some heart wrenching angst, bokuto is careless with your heart I guess

↬ SUMMARY: you fell in love with your bestfriend but your bestfriend has never felt that way about you.

↬ A/N: I totally did not cry while writing this pft

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My first year at Fukurodani had been lonely to say the least. I had been new to the area wheras everyone else had gone to middle school together, and I'd been the odd one out. The cliques had already formed leaving me to fend for myself.

My second year though I'd seen a flyer for the boys volleyball team needing a new manager. I signed my name against my better judgement and hoped for the best. When I'd shown up to the first practice game after a talk with the coach, I had realized signing that flyer was the best decision I'd ever made.

Bokuto Kotaro a second year -at the time- like myself was just a ball of energy. He was an honest to god enigma. Being around him was just intoxicating, a rollercoaster you never wanted off of. We got along fairly quickly and him and the rest of the boys had made my second year a little less lonely.

In my third year I was always greeted in the halls, by my fellow classmates who'd known me because of Bo. When he'd learned that I was basically friendless in my second year he'd gone around and introduced me to just about everyone he knew. Eyes shining with love and happiness. That was the third time my heart had skipped a beat because of him.

By the time I realized the butterflies in my stomach increased as the months went by in my eventful second year, the more I realized I was falling in love with my best friend. My heart thumping against my rib cage every time he'd look at me. My skin lighting on fire as his skin brushed against mine. My breath catching in my throat whenever he'd look at me a certain way, or whenever he leaned down to whisper something in my ear. He made me feel breathless and I could never get tired of it.

The day I realized my bestfriend, Bokuto Kotaro, just might not be in love with me as well was the day I'd stayed late after practice to put some of the equipment in the storage closet. I'd been proudly wearing his jacket. It swallowing my body because that's just how big he was. He'd rounded the corner into the closet and smiled at me sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Y/n, I was wondering," he'd paused and my heart beat against my chest almost as if it was gonna burst right through my skin. The breathless feeling coming back and I felt myself starting to smile until he'd finished his sentence, "well uhm... I was wondering if I could have my jacket back, Koyuki is cold and I don't want her to freeze," my smile dropped in an instant. The way he'd said her name, it was.. well it was different than whenever he said anybody else's name. "Oh yeah sure Bo, lemme just put this stuff down really fast," I'd turned from him nose stinging from the tears welling up in my eyes, and I swallowed the lump forming in my throat down. Suppressing every single emotion in my body.

I'd handed him his stupid jacket back and slammed the door closed as I watched him drape it over her shoulders and she smiled brightly at him.

I should have known then. Known that he was falling head over heels for akaashi's twin sister, because when bokuto falls in love it's not quiet, its loud and powerful and passionate and it'll swallow you up if you let it.

Koyuki akaashi did just that. Let his love consume her like the raging fire it was. They were a beautiful couple. A match made in heaven.

She was beautiful and confident. His personal little cheerleader. She was undoubtedly the most wanted girl at our school. She was perfect for him. I knew that. I felt it, and I tried my damn hardest to be so happy for him. To love him differently. The way he loved me. Platonically. I watched them fall in love.

Watched him kiss her with a passion I only dreamt of feeling from him. They held looks of love whenever they looked at the other. The hardest part though. The hardest part was she was the kindest, sweetest girl you'd ever meet. A heather. No hidden agenda. Nothing like those girlfriends in the cliche best friends to lovers trope books. She welcomed me as a friend and fully supported me as bokutos bestfriend. She was impossible to hate, and how could I hate her when she was the reason my best friend smiled the way he did. The reason his breath caught in his throat just the way mine did.

When we graduated and I'd become a cheerleader for the MSBY Black Jackals, because I'd promise Bo to not leave his side. Promised I'd followed him to the ends of the earth. We were y/n and bokuto. We came in a pair. It was hard. Hard being around him when he'd talk about Koyuki and how he couldn't wait to feel her again and how it was so hard being away from the person you love more than anything, and then he'd say "you know?" With his puppy eyes, and I'd just shrug and agree.

The way I'd wished and hoped that it wouldn't last. That somewhere in bokutos head he'd realize she wasn't the one. That they'd get in a fight too big to cool down from. The more I'd wished that the more I felt guilty. Why would I wanna ruin my bestfriends happiness? Why would I wish that to go away?

So when shoyo hinata asked me on a date, I'd excitedly agreed. Finally I could, maybe, forget about the big himbo I'd fallen for. No. In fact that made it worse. I found myself comparing hinata to bokuto. The way hinata walked, the way hinata talked, the way Hinata's touch didn't make my skin burn up quite like bokutos did. Me and hinata didn't last. It was a disease, and I was dying. Being eaten from the inside out. My very heart collapsing in on it self, and when he'd proposed to her. God, the way I cried. The way I ached. The way my chest clenched and the tears finally fell.

"Y/n, what's wrong?! What did I do?" He asked desperately grabbing my wrist as I'd gasped and tried to turn.

"Nothing Bo, I'm so happy for you!! These are happy tears Ko!"

He smiled big and bright. Bokuto wasn't dense. He was more aware of anyone's feelings than he was of his own. Either he saw the pain in my eyes that night and ignored it, or he saw it and in fear of our friendship crumbling right in our hands that night swallowed down what he'd wanted to say. It was the latter.

The day of the wedding finally came. Here I stood, next to my favorite boy. Waiting at the end of the aisle for a girl who was not me. My bestfriend, the boy.. no man I'm in love with. Tearing up as is his wife to be walked closer towards him.

Tears gathered in my eyes and I forced a smile as they fell down my face. Atsumu tapped my shoulder. I turned and he'd held open his arms. I'd buried myself in the tight embrace of the setter who knew. Who knew the story. Who'd held me as I cried many times. Times just like this one. He kisses the the top of my head and I turn back around catching the eyes of bokuto.

After the ceremony everyone had gathered at a venue for the reception. I walked away from the laughter. The buzz of the party and the cheers as the groom dipped the bride and kissed her.

Unfortunately for me, he'd soon noticed my absence and come to find me. "Y/n" he whispered hand closing over my elbow, and a warm, salty tear rolled down my cheek and stopped at the corner of my lip.

I turned away from the salty water washing over my feet, and my toes dug in the sand. "Don't touch me" I tried my hardest to sound determined, but my voice cracked.

"What was it? What does she have that I don't Ko?" I asked. Desperate. Reaching for anything. Grasping at straws.

That's when I looked at him, and his eyes said it all. He was never very good at hiding his emotions. His eyes always gave him away, and he'd known. He knew the whole time. I knew that now.

Lovely Bokuto Kotaro had known all along.

He was quiet for a minute. "You have everything that she has and more." He said what he felt and bokuto never lied. He hates lies I knew that.

"Then why not me? I know you knew. You knew the minute we were sitting in that boba shop and you looked at me staring at your hands interlocked. I know you realised. Then and there." I pulled my elbow away from his hand.

"I love you y/n, just not in the way I love koyuki," he says it so casually as if he'd just told me he'd left my purse on the counter. Not tenderly. Not carefully.

My eyes closed collecting myself, "don't you think I know that Bokuto? Don't you think I've cried over that every night for years? I know you do, and God it's so fucking hard to be happy, and bite my tongue. To swallow down the word vomit, because I love you so fucking much, kotaro. I've loved you since the middle of our second year, but now you've gotta let me go. Leave me behind." I turned back facing him again.

"Please don't ask that of me, you know I can't do that. That'll kill me sweets-" I stopped him and turned to glare at him, "you can't fucking call me that anymore. That's a pet name for lovers, not for a man who is married to use on his bestfriend."

You could hear someone walking towards you guys, "y/n?" You knew that voice. "I'm here tsumu," you sighed. Moving around bokuto and walking closer to the setter. "Just... just.. enjoy you're honeymoon Bokuto, and please let me move on and heal. Congratulations on your marriage"

You smiled softly at him kissing bokuto on the cheek as you took the hand of the blonde. Atsumu smiled down at you, heart beating faster just like yours did the day you made eye contact with bokuto for the very first time.