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alwaysfeelingsaintlike · 4 years ago

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Heartbreak Warfare [G.W]

description: you’ve been summoned to Hogwarts to aid in the war efforts and you know that things will change forever.

warnings: war scenes, death, grief

word count: 5.8k

taglist: @p0gues4l (message me if you would like to be added)

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” you asked. You had just apparated to the Burrow in response to the coyote patronus George had just sent.

“It’s happening,” he said.

“Right now?”

“Right now. Everyone’s preparing their things, we have to leave soon.” Okay, so it was really happening. You all knew it was going to happen at some point. You squeezed George’s hand, mentally preparing for the journey ahead.

“I’m going with you. I don’t care what you say. I’m contributing to this battle,” you said.

“I know darling. I couldn’t hold you back no matter how hard I tried. We need you. You’re the best healer there is.”

You nodded, knowing he was right and suddenly you felt scared. You began to worry that you might lose George forever. He’d already lost an ear, which in retrospect wasn’t a huge deal, but it could’ve been much worse.

“You okay love?” He said to you. The look of concern on your face must’ve been evident. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you into him.

“I’m just scared, that’s all.” He rubbed your back and kissed your forehead.

“It’ll be okay, we’ll make it through this. I know we will.” You hoped he was right. You didn’t want to lose him, or anyone else for that matter.

“Come on kids, everyone together now!” Mrs. Weasley called. You circled around the portkey that would take you to Hogsmeade. You all grabbed a hold of the kettle and moments later you were airborne. George took a hold of your hand and everyone let go of the kettle together, floating down onto the familiar grounds. You weren’t sure what the plan was from that point on. You assumed the teachers of Hogwarts were casting protective charms to keep intruders off the grounds. You also didn’t know if the Death Eaters were nearby and about to attack. You landed safely and you knew there wasn’t much time. George seemed to know what to do. He grabbed your hand and you ran off down the deserted road, with Fred following closely behind. You knew better than to ask questions. You trusted them and you knew they had a plan. The three of you entered a run down pub, The Hog’s Head, which was completely abandoned. George approached the portrait of a young girl, with blonde curls and familiar blue eyes. He nodded at her and she gave a small smile before swinging open to reveal a passageway.

“You two always did know the ins and outs of the castle,” you whispered.

“We never had the chance to use this passageway very much. We had no need to,” George said. You walked primarily in silence. You didn’t think you’d ever seen the boys so serious before. George continued to make small gestures of affection toward you, squeezing your hand, gently rubbing your back and kissing your forehead. It was reassuring and contributed to your calm demeanor. You tried to return the favor the best you could, but you couldn’t tell what George was thinking. The silence was killing you. Everything just felt so intense and you weren’t sure you could handle it.

The end of the tunnel seemed to be in sight and you saw a door swing open in front of you. You were in a large room that featured decorations from three of the four Hogwarts houses. Your first instinct told you this was the Room of Requirement. It was the only logical answer.

Once you arrived inside, you were greeted by some familiar faces. Neville informed you that Harry, Hermione and Ron had recently arrived and were in the process of searching for one of the horcruxes. All the students were in the process of preparing for battle and those underage were being escorted to a safe place.

Fred left the room in search of Professor McGonagall. It was your understanding that you were sent in first to communicate with McGonagall so that she could temporarily take down the guards and let in the other Order of the Phoenix members. Some were on their way through various passageways currently, but a majority were waiting to apparate in.

Several of the students left the makeshift common room and you could feel the emotions welling up inside of you. George pulled your hand to move forward but you stood still. He turned around and his expression immediately turned to concern. You felt the tears steadily falling down your check and you felt pathetic. You weren’t normally emotional and it wasn’t often that you cried, but you couldn’t control the feeling taking over you.

“Hey, hey it’s okay dear. It’s okay…” he pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m-I’m so scared George. What if I can’t do this? What if we’re in too deep? What if…what if I lose you?”

“Shh….shh….don’t speak like that. It’s okay,” he said, just trying to calm you down at this point. He pulled your face up towards his and you looked deep into his face. “Don’t start doubting your abilities now, love. You were born to do this. You always rise to the occasion and exceed everyone’s wildest expectations. This is your moment. And I am going to fight with all of my life to get through this for us. My biggest regret right now is that I didn’t get the chance to marry you when I knew I should have. And maybe this isn’t the best time to do this but I’m done waiting for the perfect moment,” he let go of you, except for your hands. He knelt down on one knee and pulled out a small, velvet jewelry box.

“When we were young, my mum always joked that one of the boys in our family would marry one of the girls in yours. And I always knew it would be you and me. We playfully flirted with each other when we were young, before we even knew what flirting was. We would play pranks on our siblings and relentlessly tease each other, but there was always something special between us. We had fun, but we had our serious moments too, where we could talk about life and our future. Standing here, in the castle where we fell in love, everything feels right. I can remember sneaking up to the astronomy tower to have impromptu make out sessions, cuddling by the fire in the common room, playing footsies at breakfast in the morning, and flying around the quidditch pitch together. Not to mention, the night I snuck in to visit and we spent the night together in this very room. If this is the end for us, at least we had an amazing time together, however short it might have been. But I know this isn’t the end. This is just another adventure. Please, make me the happiest man alive, and promise you’ll marry me?” He opened the box and inside was a brilliant square cut diamond mounted on a gold band.

You were speechless, but tears were flowing again; but this time, they were happy tears. You managed to nod your head and George took the ring out of the box and slid it on your left hand. Moments later his arms were around your waist and his forehead was pressed against yours. You placed your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately as he lifted you off the ground and spun you around. “I love you so much,” you managed to say.

“I love you too,” he said as he kissed you again. “I’m sorry the proposal wasn’t some extravagant event. I had all this stuff planned out for it but I don’t know, this just felt right.”

You had to admit you were certainly taken by surprise but you also appreciated the spontaneity. “No, no this is perfect,” you added before kissing him once again. Suddenly you heard applause and you looked behind you to find a crowd of friends and students smiling and cheering for you.

“It’s about time, mate. I’ve been waiting for you to pop the question for years now,” Fred spoke. He was the first to come over and congratulate you both. He wrapped you in a hug and welcomed you officially to the family, even though you’d been a part of it for years. Before anyone else could come over and make a big deal out of this you spoke.

“Not that we don’t appreciate all your support, but we should probably start preparing for this climactic battle.” For some reason this statement was slightly amusing to some. People had almost completely forgotten the severity of the situation for a brief moment. Before you walked down to the Great Hall, George took your left hand and kissed it, giving special attention to the beautiful ring on your delicate finger. You admired the way it looked and knew that this small trinket would get you through the terrible event that was about to take place. No matter how gruesome or difficult things got, you could look down at your hand and know a piece of George was with you and that alone could bring a smile to your face and provide you with the motivation you needed to keep going.

You scurried down the grand staircase hand-in-hand, careful to anticipate it’s changes. Now more than ever you were feeling like a power couple and you needed that feeling to stick with you for all intents and purposes.

The moment you had been dreading all day had finally come: the moment you had to leave George. You didn’t want to draw out the goodbye but it could be the last time you ever saw him. He looked down at you and you returned his gaze and no words needed to be said. You grabbed his face with your hands and pulled him down to your level as he wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tight. You weren’t sure how long the kiss lasted but it wasn’t long enough. You pulled away and you tried to hold back the tears that were forming. You opened your mouth to bid him farewell and he put his finger on your lips to shush you.

“Don’t say it. Don’t say what I know you’re about to say. This is not goodbye, Y/N. This is see you in a bit.” You nodded your head at this as he kissed your forehead and you walked your separate ways. You looked down at the ring on your finger and regained your composure as you made your way towards the hospital wing. You had to focus; it was game time. Madame Pomfrey was grateful to see you and she immediately put you to work preparing different elixirs and potions that would combat certain wounds or injuries. You took inventory of the magical substances you had and organized them in a logical manner that allowed both of you easy access. Your last step was to put up a protection spell that specifically shielded the wing. The last thing you needed was duels pouring in and interrupting the healing process. You were already concerned with the space you had to work with. You brought in some extra beds and cots from the dormitories but as far as floor space was concerned, there wasn’t much. You weren’t trying to be pessimistic; you were trying to be realistic by being over prepared. Hopefully you wouldn’t need more space but it was all too likely.

A booming voice came out of nowhere startling you. Madam Pomfrey dropped one of the empty vials she was holding as the voice rang out, "I know that you are preparing to fight. Your efforts are futile. You cannot fight me. I do not want to kill you. I have great respect for the teachers of Hogwarts. I do not want to spill magical blood. Give me Harry Potter, and they shall not be harmed. Give me Harry Potter and I shall leave the school untouched. Give me Harry Potter and you will be rewarded. You have until midnight."

While the deadline was rapidly approaching, it was nice to know you still had a bit of time and death eaters weren’t storming the castle just yet. This could’ve been a ploy by Voldemort to catch everyone off guard but you highly doubted it. You all knew he wanted Harry and if he could attain him without losing any followers he would. He was clever. He knew Harry was just and wouldn’t let innocent people die for him. But there was no way anyone would let Harry leave. He would have to slip away if he planned to approach the Dark Lord. You tried to stop thinking through the situation so much and instead made the most of your time before the blood bath began.

Shelves and shelves of potions, elixirs and medicines filled the hospital wing. You weren’t quite sure what to expect but you kept your wand in hand and prepared for the worst. You were a damn good healer and you were confident in your abilities. Your mental pep talk was interrupted by a loud crashing noise and a series of booms. The battle had begun.

It turned out your preparation in the hospital wing was unnecessary. You wrongfully assumed that this battle would be like a war and that injured fighters would be escorted to the wing. In this situation, however, injuries were minimal; death was overwhelming. The dueling became so intense that wizards and witches were still firing spells while experiencing excruciating pain. You worked with Madame Pomfrey to quickly alter your strategy when you realized people wouldn’t cease fighting. You decided to stock your bags with the most important potions and take to the battlefield, searching for anyone on your side who might need some extra strength.

The scene was horrifying and absolutely chaotic. All of your senses were heightened as you realized you needed to remain alert because there was so much occurring. The worst part was all the bodies lying lifeless around the castle. You decided to transport them to the hospital wing to prevent any further damage to the departed. You also distributed healing potions and elixirs throughout the castle, realizing that two people couldn’t possibly be present for everyone in need.

You darted around, fending off jinxes that were sent your way without engaging in any duels. Across the way, you saw a blast of fire and felt like your help was needed. You ran over and found Percy hissing in pain as his arms, hands and neck were scorched. He quickly paralyzed his opponent and took a moment to relieve his burns with some cold water.

“Here, here. Let me help,” you spoke up, knowing water would only temporarily relieve the pain. You quickly grabbed a tube of burn-healing paste and lathered it over the affected areas. “This should only take a few minutes to work and then you’ll be good as new.”

“Thanks Y/N.”

“It’s good to see you again, Perce,” you smiled at him. You left him sitting and went to find others in need of help. But you made a grave mistake.

“Y/N, look out!” You heard someone call. Before you had time to react you heard a spell whiz past your ear. You turned around to find Dolohov with his wand raised fly backwards after being hit with the Stupefy spell. How could you have been so stupid? You didn’t check the surrounding area and almost found yourself dead. You were a little shaken up. You turned around to see who had saved you and saw Fred standing on a perch. He raised his eyebrows and gave you a head nod, his nonverbal way of saying you’re welcome. You took a few steps over to thank him and suddenly there was an explosion from the outside. Fred’s back was turned and he didn’t have time to move out of the way. The wall and ceiling came crashing in and landed a few feet shy of you. You looked over to see Fred was no longer visible, likely trapped under a pile of debris. The noise from the explosion blew out your eardrums, and all you could hear was a high-pitched ringing. You started to feel light headed but you still managed to make your way over to Fred as Percy followed close behind you. Percy took the liberty of magically removing the broken pieces of wood and brick so you could reach the twin.

You saw the crooked smile plastered on his face as the color slowly left his cheeks. You placed your hand on his cheek and felt his skin grow cold and you started sifting through your bag of potions, hoping there was something here that might save him. Then you felt Percy’s hand on your shoulder and you knew it was too late. He was gone. You felt your legs go weak and a moment later you were on the floor and tears were in your eyes. You weren’t sure if it was the aftermath of the explosion or the sudden onset depression but moments later everything went black.

“Y/N. Y/N, dear,” you heard. You opened your eyes and squinted at the figure above you. Madame Pomfrey. You took a deep breath in and slowly sat up as you were still seeing stars. You looked around and saw a few other students recovering in the beds of the hospital wing.

“What…what happened?”

“You passed out. There was an explosion and it shook you up a little bit. You’re all right now, you’ve been here resting for a bit. But the war is over. We emerged victorious.” A wave of relief rushed over you before the memories of the battle came to light. You just kept replaying the explosion and the expression on Fred’s face when you found him. It just made you feel numb. He didn’t deserve that. “Why don’t you go out to the Great Hall and let people know you’re okay.” You nodded and slowly walked out of the hospital wing to hopefully be reunited with friends and family. You just couldn’t stop picturing Fred’s face and you began to worry that George might have passed too. You wouldn’t be able to handle that so instead of thinking about it, you waited, hoping to see him soon enough.

You walked into the Great Hall and found people sitting in small groups scattered among the four long tables, huddled in blankets and covered in blood, sweat and tears. One of the tables was reserved for the bodies of those who didn’t make it through the war. People would walk around in search of loved ones, hoping they wouldn’t find a familiar face. You couldn’t be around any other people at the moment; it was too hard to see their pain. You sat by yourself and put your head in your lap, trying to take deep breaths to prepare yourself for what might happen next.

“Y/N,” you heard someone faintly call. You slowly lifted your head to see Hermione approaching. She threw her hands around your neck and squeezed you tight, as you tried to return the affection. “Thank God you made it. Are you alright?” she asked. You nodded wordlessly and she led you over to where a few of the Weasleys were congregated. Percy, Molly and Ron were there. Hermione informed you that they were waiting for the others to see who had made it. Percy and Ron were comforting Molly and you assumed that meant she knew about Fred. Your heart dropped to see her look so sad and shedding silent tears. They each hugged you and greeted you warmly, despite the somber mood.

“We, uh, we lost Fred,” Ron whispered to you, as he pointed out the ginger body resting on the table a few feet away. You nodded and whispered, “I’m sorry,” unsure of what else to say. Ron just rubbed your back and put an arm around you. “Who else has made it that we know of?”

“Dad and Bill are okay. They’re helping clean up around the castle and bringing in bodies with some of the others. Harry’s around here somewhere.”

You shifted your attention yet again to the table supporting the corpses when you spotted a few allies. You lightly gasped and said, “Tonks and Lupin?” The two bodies were lying side by side, almost as if they were holding hands.

“Yeah, they fought bravely but it wasn’t enough,” he replied. You nodded yet again before asking the question that was burning in your throat.

“Have you heard from George at all?”

Ron looked at you with sad eyes and shook his head no. You accepted his answer and took a seat on the bench. Ron put his arm around you and rubbed your shoulder in a very brotherly manner. Hermione provided some comfort as well saying things like, “I’m sure he’s fine Y/N. He’ll turn up.” While you knew she meant well, it was only making things worse for you.

“I’m going to get some fresh air. I’ll be back.” You stood up and walked out to what was left of the Entrance Hall and made your way out to the Viaduct Courtyard. This was one of your favorite spots at Hogwarts and you had so many memories here. You would often hang out here in between classes or study when the weather was nice.

Once you and George started dating, he would prepare little scavenger hunts for you on special occasions with little gifts laid out that reminded him of you and the last spot was always here, where George would be waiting with another surprise. This just became your place, where you would meet before meals or in between classes. It was an unspoken place you shared that no one else knew about.

You walked a few steps further and sat on the ledge beneath one of the arches. This was the exact spot where George told you he would be leaving Hogwarts and he refused to let you come with him. And then a few hours later, you sat here and watched as he departed with the accompaniment of a fireworks display.

You weren’t sure if it was the trip down memory lane or if all the events of today were getting to you but you started to cry. The tears were silent, slowly slipping down your cheeks, as you were still too numb to emote properly. You sat there and toyed around with your wand casting little charms to keep your mind distracted. You had no idea how long you’d been sitting there but you were completely zoned out to the world. You didn’t hear the footsteps approaching or notice a shadow growing closer to you. It wasn’t until you heard the words, “Hey stranger,” that you were pulled from your daze.

You looked up and saw a tall figure with ginger hair standing in front of you. Your fiancée. You tried to stop crying and smile at him before you dropped your wand and threw yourself into his arms.

“You’re okay! I love you so much,” you said, as your tears rapidly increased. He stroked the back of your head and buried his head into your neck, taking in the scent of your hair.

“Come here,” he said, pulling your face up towards his. He gave you a sweet, passionate kiss, which confirmed that you weren’t dreaming and George was actually here with you. You put your hand on his cheek and soon you pulled away. You looked deep into his eyes and lightly stroked his cheek with your thumb. Suddenly the image of Fred’s face entered your mind and you felt a chill go down your spine. You quickly pulled your hand away from George’s cheek and held it close to your heart.

“What’s wrong, love?” he asked, noting your sudden movement, “You look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” His choice of words couldn’t have been worse. You felt your eyes well up with tears and a second later you were sobbing. He pressed you close to his chest and rubbed your back and shoulders, “Shh…shh…it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry, George. I’m so, so sorry. It’s all my fault,” you kept repeating. He continued to try and calm you down but nothing was working. It was clear that he didn’t know. He hadn’t checked in with the rest of his family first. Instead he found you. How could you possibly break this news to him?

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. This is all my fault and I understand if you hate me and you don’t want to marry me anymore.”

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” he asked, concerned. He attempted to pull your gaze up to meet his but you couldn’t look him in the eye. He slowly sat you back on the ledge and squatted to the ground to reach your eye level. Your crying had only gotten worse and no matter how many times he wiped the tears away, they always returned.

“Y/N, take a deep breath, okay?” you did as he said and inhaled deeply a few times. “Now please tell me what’s happened.”

You knew there was no way you could explain the situation to him but at the same time you knew he was growing anxious being left in the dark. “It’s Fred…” you whispered. You saw his face drop and you put your head down once again. You couldn’t see him cry. You couldn’t see him devastated. He took your hands and stood up, pulling you up from the ledge. He hugged you once again as you continued crying. Your sobbing eventually dulled to simple tears again, as you probably didn’t have much left in you. He put his arm around your shoulder and you made your way back to the Great Hall.

Things didn’t get much easier. George tried to stay strong but as soon as he saw Fred’s body, he broke down. He kneeled down at his side and started weeping, as you stood behind him wrapped in a blanket, struggling to keep your tears to a minimum. You wanted to comfort George but you didn’t know what you could say to make this any better. You bent over and wrapped your arms around his neck from behind and whispered, “I’m sorry.” You stepped back and slumped down at the neighboring table, cradling your face in your crooked elbow as you sobbed once again. Hermione took the seat next to you and held onto your hand, letting you know she was there if you needed her. Every so often, there was a hand that ran up and down your spine to comfort you. Soon you ended up tiring yourself out with all the crying and you fell into a light sleep, a small moment of peace for the day.

You awoke when you felt Hermione squeeze your hand and let go as she stood up from the bench. She whispered something to Ron, you assumed, and the light touch on your back ended as well. It was then you noticed things had gotten quiet. There was no longer a murmur of general chatter, the sighs of relief upon finding another living loved one, and there were no more tears being shed over the lost. You felt someone sit down next to you and an arm wrapped around your shoulder. No words were spoken but you found yourself waking up more as you leaned your head into your latest visitor. You took a deep breath in and smelled a familiar musk that you knew belonged to George.

“Hey,” he said as he saw your eyes flutter open.

“Hi,” you mumbled.

“You get all the tears out?” he asked you, half jokingly.

You gave him a very small smile and said, “Yeah, I think I’ve dried out.”

“Okay, good. Let’s go talk somewhere.” He took your hands and helped you up. You saw the Great Hall was nearly empty but a walk and a change of scenery was exactly what you needed. You walked in silence but George held your hand the whole time. You glanced down at your left hand and the glimmer of a diamond caught your eye. The ring was absolutely beautiful but after tonight you weren’t sure what would happen between you and George.

You reached the top of the Astronomy Tower and you assumed this was your destination. You looked up at the stars in the sky and found the view to be stunning. After all the destruction of the castle and the horrible events that occurred today, the stars in the sky were still beautiful and the world kept spinning.

“Promise me you won’t cry again?” he said as he sat down on the cold, stone floor. “I can’t watch you cry anymore. It makes me sad.”

You nodded your head and joined him on the ground, “I’ll try not to, but no promises.”

“Okay, now I know this might be hard for you but I need you to talk to me. What happened with Fred?”

You took a deep breath before you explained the situation to him. “During the battle, I found myself running around and helping to heal people who were injured. Percy was burned pretty badly so I stopped and gave him some cream. Once I finished, I departed without scanning my surroundings and Dolohov was right there, about to curse me. Fred spotted it and called out to warn me before hitting Dolohov with a stunning curse. I turned around to thank him and suddenly there was an explosion. The wall and ceiling caved in, trapping Fred. I went to help him but…it was too late. I’m sorry.”

There was a long moment of silence as George processed everything you had just said. You saw the pain in his face and you knew what was coming, so you made it easier on him. You took the delicate ring off your finger and placed it in his hand. He looked up at you and went to speak but you cut him off.

“I understand if you never want to see me again and we don’t have to get married. I know this is all my fault.”

“Y/N, stop. It’s not your fault that this happened.”

“It is my fault. I’m the reason he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. If I had just been more careful and paid attention, things would have been fine. Then you would still have your best friend and you wouldn’t be in so much pain right now.”

“Do you know what the last thing Fred said to me was?” you shook your head no so he would continue. “He said to me ‘You can make it through anything as long as you have her by your side. She’s special, so don’t screw it up.’ And I think he’s right. Fred risked his life to save yours, and in doing that he saved mine too. If I had lost you, I would have been majorly depressed; I would’ve become a different person; I would’ve stopped living. While Fred’s death is extremely painful for me, I know a part of Fred will always live within me. I know this isn’t easy for you either, but you have to stop blaming yourself for this. It isn’t your fault. The only way to accept what’s happened and to start healing is for you to recognize you are not to blame.”

You nodded at him as one silent tear slid down your cheek. He brought you close to him and kissed your temple. You felt better after hearing George and you knew you would have to work together to get through this. “How are we gonna tell Angelina?” you shyly asked, thinking of Fred’s pregnant wife. He insisted she stay safe at home. Surely this news would kill her.

He sighed, “We’ll find a way. She’s going to need us more than anything to help her get through this. Especially with the pregnancy. It’s going to be so much harder on her because she’s lost her other half.”

“What if she hates me…?” you whispered.

“Y/N, look at me,” he grabbed your shoulders and made direct eye contact with you, “This is not your fault. No one is blaming you. So please stop, okay?” you nodded as he spoke these words to you very clearly. While you still felt responsible for what had happened, you knew that George was being reasonable and that he was probably right. It just wasn’t something you could automatically accept. He gently took your left hand and slid the gorgeous ring back onto your finger.

“You still wanna get married, right?” he asked you.

You smiled and kissed him lightly on the lips, “Yes, but I think we should wait. Let all this madness pass and then we can focus on planning the best wedding there ever was.”

“That sounds like a wonderful plan. Now, are you ready to go home and get some rest?”

You nodded and you both stood up. He put his arm around you and you apparated back to your cozy apartment. It had indeed been a long day and you were physically and emotionally drained. George rinsed off in the shower quickly before letting you get in. Cleaning all the blood and grime off your skin genuinely made you feel better. It was like you were ridding yourself of all the bad feelings. You toweled off and put on one of George’s T-shirts before you joined him in bed. You curled up next to him and noticed that for the second time today, he was crying. He quickly wiped away his tears once he realized you had joined him, probably so you didn’t start crying again. But you felt stronger now and you knew you had to help George heal since this was quite a burden on him. You put your arm around his neck and turned him towards you, so that his head was resting on your chest.

“It’s your turn to be sad and my turn to be supportive,” you said as you kissed his forehead and ran your fingers through his hair. He turned his full body toward you and wrapped his arms around your torso, pulling you close. You continued to gently scratch his back and arm as his tears started up again. You whispered comforting words to him but you didn’t deter him from letting everything out. Soon his breathing turned steady and you assumed he was asleep. You took that as your cue to close your eyes and try to get some rest. Your lives had changed drastically in more than one way today, but you knew as long as you stuck together, everything would be okay.

#george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley fanfic #weasley twins fanfic #hp fanfic #battle of hogwarts

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phoxphyre · 4 years ago

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In honor of the gorgeous Snowbaz Pride & Prejudice art from @laeve-leve--and because it’s looking like it’s still going to be a while before I finish and start actually posting this thing--I’m going to do something a bit different for WIP Wednesday and post an entire scene.

I’ve posted bits and pieces of this before, but here’s my version of the 2005 P&P rain proposal scene.

Tagging @super-duper-twelve (for encouraging me to keep writing in the middle of a crazy month), @captain-aralias, @flammable-grimm-pitch, @otherworldsivelivedin, @nightimedreamersworld, @palimpsessed, @wetheformidables, @ninemagicks, @aristocratic-otter, @sharkmartini and anyone else who wants to share!

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Once in the park Simon summoned the Sword of Mages and swung it viciously, slicing the heads off of flowers and cutting new pathways into the spring grass. His mother would reproach him for using it for something so trivial—but after all, she was not here.

When the skies at last poured open Simon bent his head back and stood staring up into the clouds.

“Perfect,” he said.

He was soaked to the skin within moments. He strode onwards; something about the weather matched his mood.

“Her family,” Simon said viciously.

It was impossible that Mr. Pitch could have meant anyone other than Shepard and Penny. He was hardly surprised that Mr. Pitch had opposed the match, but he had believed Miss Wellbelove the chief architect of their separation. To learn that Mr. Pitch was the cause, that his vanity and pride were the cause of all that Penny had suffered—that she continued to suffer—

Simon decapitated a hapless daisy. Mr. Pitch had ruined the hope of happiness for the best person Simon knew—the person who had saved him when he had lost everything.

“‘There were very strong objections against the lady,’” Simon bit out. What were the objections? That she had one uncle who was a country attorney, and another who was in trade?

Mr. Pitch could not possibly have objected to Penny herself. She was perhaps somewhat irregular in her way—but also sharp as a blade, a talented magician, on her way to becoming a brilliant magickal scholar. She was exactly the type of person Mr. Pitch should respect. Nor was there anything to object to in their mother.

His father and siblings, on the other hand…but no, that could not possibly be the reason. It was all vanity; Mr. Pitch must object to their lack of connections, their want of wealth. And perhaps Simon’s own bastardy.

Simon swung at a stump; the sword stuck in the wood, and he had to use two hands to pull it out. Even the cold felt good: the act of driving his body to escape the tyranny of his mind.

Simon broke free of the trees and found himself on a long lawn. To his left it sloped down to a picturesque pond, all surrounded by willows weeping into the gray water; to his right it climbed to a ridiculous Grecian folly, the kind of thing that rich people planted on their lands when they grew tired of hedge mazes. The rain pounded down, stronger here without the trees to shield him. He broke into a run, less to escape the rain than to feel the blood pumping through his body.

The folly was little more than four columns reaching to the sky with a marble floor and a rounded wall on one side; it was roofless, and once within the columns Simon tipped his head up again, drinking in the rain. He felt hot with rage, as if his anger might overflow his body and run down the hill like the rain.

Then, without warning, there was the tap of riding boots against marble—and suddenly Mr. Pitch was there.

For a moment they stared at each other. He was as wet as Simon, his hair plastered to his skull. Water ran from the ends of his hair and tracked down his cheekbones like tears.

“Simon,” Mr. Pitch said. Through his anger Simon saw that his eyes were the color of the pond. The storm washed everything about him grey-green; he might have been the statue of an angel carved from the same rock as the columns.

“I—” he said. And then he took two steps forward, pressing Simon back into the stone of the wall, and crushed Simon’s lips against his.

For a moment Simon was frozen, too surprised to resist. He felt the cold stone against his hips, the cold rain running between their two faces. Against his will his hand came up and wound itself into the hair at the back of Mr. Pitch’s neck. Somehow he had already known how it would feel, soft as down under the pads of his fingers. His mouth opened; Mr. Pitch’s lips were gentle on his, even as his body pushed Simon’s into the stone. Simon could feel him down the whole length of his body, warm where he blocked Simon from the rain.

Then Simon’s hands came up; he placed both palms against Mr. Pitch’s shoulders and pushed him away, hard. Mr Pitch stumbled back a few paces; he raised his hand to touch his lips.

“What. The hell,” Simon spat.

“Simon,” Mr. Pitch said. “I have struggled in vain. It will not do.” He took a step forward. “I came to Hampshire to see you—” He shook his head, the wet ends of his hair whipping past his face. “I had to see you.”

Simon could only stare at him.

“I’ve fought against my family’s expectations, my better judgement, the lowness of your birth—my rank and circumstance…” His voice hitched. “All of it. I know any connection between us must be reprehensible. But I must put those considerations aside and ask you: please, end my agony.”

Simon had never seen that expression on his face, had never imagined that face capable of making such an expression: open and yearning, as if all of his walls had fallen and the gates thrown open.

“I love you,” said Mr. Pitch. “Most ardently.”

Simon made a noise, halfway between horror and mad laughter. “You love me?”

Mr. Pitch extended his hand, pale in the darkness of the storm. Rain ran down the curves of his fingers and pooled in his palm. “Believe me, I wish I did not. It is ridiculous—unthinkable. But I do.”

Simon stared at the hand and did not take it. “It is ridiculous to love me?” he said slowly.

“Yes,” said Mr. Pitch. He sounded relieved that Simon had understood so quickly. “But here we are. So I must beg you to accept my hand.”

“You have a strange way of begging,” said Simon.

“What?”

“I am sorry if your—passion has been difficult for you,” Simon said. “But no. No.”

He watched Mr. Pitch’s face close as he spoke, the gates swinging shut and the walls fortified.

“So you are refusing me?” Mr. Pitch said coldly. He withdrew his hand, wiped it on his coat, and placed it in his pocket.

“Yes.” Simon could not help the bite in his voice. “But as you have so little esteem for me, I hope you will recover quickly.”

“Might I inquire why I am thus rejected?”

“I am surprised you need to inquire, after telling me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character.”

“I did not mean—”

“You should thank you me for saving you from such a terrible fate,” said Simon. “In any case, did you think I would marry the man who has ruined the happiness of my dearest friend? My sister?”

Mr. Pitch paled further. The rain fell between them like a veil.

“Can you deny it?” Simon demanded. He stepped forward, thrusting his chest forward, forcing Mr. Pitch back a step.

“I have no wish to deny it,” said Mr. Pitch. Simon searched his face for regret and found none: only pride and bitterness. “I did everything in my power to separate Shepard from your sister, and I rejoice in my success. I have been kinder to him than myself.”

“Why?” Simon demanded. He put his hands against Mr. Pitch’s shoulders again and shoved, pushing him back. “How could you do it?”

“I believed she was indifferent to him.”

“She danced with him! She laughed with him!”

“She argued with him! Continually!”

“For Penny, that is love!” Simon snarled. “She was supposed to show her true feelings? You will not even show your true feelings when you find your mother’s journals!”

Mr. Pitch stumbled back another step, away from Simon’s hands. “And I suppose you despise me for what I am as well?”

“No! I would never—”

“After all, why would you tie yourself to a dark creature?” Mr. Pitch said bitterly. “Even when it would save yourself and your family.”

“Yes, it is always about money, with people like you. I suppose you think Penny was hungry for Shepard’s fortune?”

“I would never do her the dishonour. Although it was made clear that an advantageous marriage—”

“Did Penny give that impression?”

“No! But there was your family—”

“My family. What was it—our want of connection? My bastardy?”

“It was the lack of propriety shown by your father, your younger siblings—even your mother on occasion.” He looked away. “Forgive me.”

“Oh? Is that all? And what about Mr. Lamb?”

“Lamb?” Mr. Pitch said blankly.

“What excuse can you give for what you did to him?”

“You certainly take an eager interest in that gentleman’s concerns.” The earlier openness had been entirely wiped away; Mr. Pitch’s face showed only anger now.

“How could I help it, once I knew of his misfortunes?”

“Oh, yes, his misfortunes,” Mr. Pitch said savagely.

“You were the one who reduced him to poverty, and yet you mock and ridicule him.”

“So this is your opinion of me!” cried Mr. Pitch. He paced from one side of the folly to the other, his steps quick and angry. “This is the estimation in which you hold me! Thank you for explaining it so fully.”

Suddenly he was before Simon again, having moved too quickly for Simon’s eyes to follow. It was so inhuman a motion that Simon could not help himself; he shrank away, as one shies from a snake. Mr. Pitch’s eyes narrowed.

He thrust his face into Simon’s, almost spitting now. “But you might have overlooked all of this, if I had not injured your pride—if I had lied and flattered you.” He raised a hand, and Simon thought for a moment that he would strike him. Simon put his hand over his hip, wondering if he could summon his blade quickly enough to prevent Mr. Pitch from killing him.

But Mr. Pitch was already dropping his hand, turning away. “I refuse,” he said. “I will not lie to you. I abhor disguise of every sort.”

Simon grabbed his arm, preventing him from moving away. The skin was cold beneath his fingers and slippery from the rain. “You have been lying from the moment you met me,” he said. He yanked at Mr. Pitch’s arm, wrenching it in its socket. “All you are is disguise! And there is nothing you could have said to make me consider your offer.”

“Simon—”

“My name is Mr. Snow,” Simon spat.

Mr. Pitch tried to wrench his arm from Simon’s grasp, but Simon held on doggedly. “I’ve known it from the first moment met,” he said. “You are the last person in the world I could ever marry.”

Mr. Pitch’s arm was still in Simon’s grip, so instead he leaned in, his face a breath away from Simon’s. “Are you quite finished?” he said coldly.

This close, Simon could see the rings of colour in Mr. Pitch’s eyes, all the hues of the sea. He could feel Mr. Pitch’s breath on his face. He loosened his grip, and Mr. Pitch’s arm slid from his fingers.

“You have said quite enough, sir,” Mr. Pitch said. “I perfectly comprehend your feelings.” He turned to go; his boots made a dull plashing in the puddles gathering on the stone floor.

“I have now only to be ashamed—” his breath hitched, and Simon watched his shoulders rise and fall. “Of what my own have been.”

He looked back over his shoulder, his voice full of venom.

“Forgive me, sir, for taking up so much of your time.”

He strode from the folly. A moment later Simon heard the sound of hooves, pounding away.

#pride and prejudice au #valour vanity and vampires #snowbaz #WIP Wednesday

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bts-reveries · 4 years ago

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daddy duties | 24

“Oh-- Jin hyung,” Jimin says, confused when Jin walked in with both his sons, not dressed for the occasion. The group was all at Hoseok’s dance studio, using the white room as a photoshoot area for the kids.

“I had a feeling Haneul would dirty his clothes before we got here so I figured I dress them here instead.” Jimin still looked at him confused as he walked in without anything else. He figured he’d find out on his own and just laughed at him.

“What??” Jin says, confused.

Jungkook was setting up his camera when Jimin walked over to him.

“Why are you smiling like that..” Jungkook says, looking back and forth from his camera to Jimin.

“Jin hyung forgot Minseok and Haneul’s clothes,” he whispered to the younger one. “I think he left noona and Soojin at home too.” Jungkook lets out a small laugh, shaking his head.

“AH!” Jin yells from the back.

“What…” Minseok says, sitting up as he was previously laying on the floor.

“Stay with uncles, I need to go pick up mommy and Soojinie,” Jin says, running out the door, knowing darn well he’s going to get yelled at.

“Daddy’s going to be in trouble,” Minseok tells Haneul. Haneul’s eyebrows raise, putting both his hands on his face.

“Uh oh!”

After the picture taking, the girls separated from the boys.

“Come to daddy,” Jimin says, taking Mingyu from you. “Say see you later mommy~” He says to you, moving Mingyu’s little hand side to side. He giggles as you wave back to him. With all the time you two spent with Mingyu together, Jimin has become very comfortable and more confident in taking care of him without you around.

“Mommy, I go with daddy and uncles too right?” Sian says, holding onto Haneul and Minseok’s hand.

“Yes sir,” Rina says with a thumbs up. With that, the three ran off to their dads. Leaving you and the girls with four little princesses.

“Are we going together to get ready?” Hana says, Sohyun nods, reaching out to hold her hand.

“But we’re ready already,” Moonji says, kicking a rock on the ground.

“You’re gonna help the aunties get ready!” Byul says.

“I’m so excited for mommy to get married to daddy!!” Huimang says, jumping up and down. Everyone ‘aww’d’ at her, Sarang leaning down to give her a kiss. Soojin smiles at her unnie, turning around to look at her mom.

“I’m excited for my mommy to marry daddy too!!” She says loudly. Mae couldn’t help but laugh, grabbing her swiftly under her arms and picking her up.

“Silly girl, mommy and daddy got married years ago~” She says, booping her daughter on the nose. Soojin pouts at her, crossing her arms.

“Well how come I wasn’t invited..”

You and the girls laugh at her little comment, shaking your head as you walk to the parking lot. The boys decided to get ready at Jin and Mae’s house while the girls went to Hoseok and Sarang’s.

Mingyu was beginning to cry when the eleven of them got to Jin’s place.

“Let’s change you back into some house clothes before you make a mess,” Jin says, carrying Haneul into his room.

“What’s that smell?” Taehyung says, sniffing the air. He then covers his nose, walking away from the area. Jungkook looks like he already got a whiff of it earlier, staying as far as possible from the boys.

“What?” Jimin says.

“Jiminah, I think you should go change Mingyu,” Namjoon says, grimacing.

“Can you not smell it?” Yoongi says, picking up Mingyu’s diaper bag off of the floor and handing it to Jimin.

“N-no,” Jimin says, bending Mingyu over to smell his bottom. “Oh-- okay, I smell it,” he says, scrunching his nose and running to the bathroom.

After he has changed Mingyu, Jimin walks out of the bathroom with Mingyu in only a onesie.

“He ruined his outfit,” he tells the group, sighing. “I’ll change him into his backup wedding outfit later.”

“Understandable,” Jin says, pointing to Haneul, who was running around with nothing but a shirt and a diaper. “I brought out Haneul’s old playpen by the way. Gyu could use it if you want him too.”

“Ah, thanks hyung,” Jimin says, walking over to the playpen Jin set up and putting his son in.

“Okay, so what do we do now,” Hoseok says, sitting down on the couch. “The girls are all fixing their hair and putting on makeup, but ours shouldn’t take that long right?” Namjoon nods, all of them just looking around at each other.

“Should we eat?” Jin says.

“Yeah-- yeah, we shouldn’t get married on an empty stomach,” Jungkook says, running to the kitchen.

“It’s almost time,” you say to Sarang, as she looks at the mirror, fixing her hair one final time.

“Do I look okay?” she asks, looking at you and the girls. A nervous look on her face.

“Okay??” Rina says, walking up to her and making her look back at the mirror.

“Sis,, you look WAY more than okay,” Byul says, walking up to her as well.

“Gorgeous would be an understatement,” Mae cuts in.

“Ahh! I’m so excited for Hoseok to see you,” Sohyun says.

Dahee couldn’t say anything as tears began falling from her eyes.

“Ah! Don’t cry aunt Dahee!” Huimang says, pressing a tissue to her cheek. “Your makeup is going to smudge!” Sarang turns and laughs at her daughter, motioning for her to come to her.

“Are you as excited as I am?” She asks. Huimang nods her head quickly.

“Well I guess we should get going huh?” You say. “Don’t wanna keep Hoseok waiting.”

The wedding was finally starting, the bridesmaid, groomsmen, the maid of honor, had already walked down the aisle. Hoseok wasn’t in tears just yet but he couldn’t stop smiling as he saw his best friends walking towards him as he stood at the altar. Taehyung was his best man so he stood beside him the whole time. Sarang wasn’t out just yet, but all that was left to walk down were the kids! The four beautiful flower girls started walking down the aisle. Hana led it, smiling at her uncle as she threw the flower petals on the ground. Behind her was Moonji, then Soojin. Hoseok smiled and waved at each of them as they got closer and the tears began to pool his eyes once his eyes fell on his daughter.

“Come here,” he whispered, hugging Huimang right when she got to him. He hugged her tightly, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Huimang giggles, her small hand holding her dad’s cheek, a little thumb wiping away a tear.

“Don’t cry daddy, mommy’s almost here and she looks beautiful,” she tells him, a small laugh coming out of Hoseok’s lips. He nods, letting her go off with the other girls. As he stood straight, he couldn’t help but laugh at the little boys walking down. All his nephews , but Mingyu, was there. Sian and Haneul were holding signs. Sian’s read “Uncle Hobi, here comes your girl!” Hoseok laughs as he reads it, but laughs even harder when Haneul starts running to the altar. You could see how big Minseok’s eyes got when his brother started running, holding the sign tightly in front of him. The sign read: “They didn’t trust me with the rings”

“Aigoo, aigoo,” Jin says, as Haneul runs straight to him. “I’m sorry,” he whispers to Hobi as he picks up his son. He simply laughed it off.

Now that everyone was here, it was just Sarang who’s left to walk. Everybody stood up as they watched her appear at the end of the altar. Hoseok’s expression changed so quickly and he couldn’t help but cry at the sight of his bride walking towards him.

“Why sad,” Haneul says, pointing towards Hobi. Jin quickly shushes him, putting his hand down. Haneul’s eyebrows furrow, his lips turning into a pout.

All the bridesmaids and groomsmen were already tearing up as well. You all were very happy for your two best friends. Especially knowing Hoseok for so long and knowing what he’s been through. You all were very thankful for Sarang and Huimang coming in out of nowhere. Life’s crazy, but it somehow always ends up pretty great.

The wedding was now ending and the two were about to kiss as husband and wife. Your favorite part about these weddings were the reaction of your nieces and nephews. You turn to look at them as they announce “You may now kiss the bride.”

Of course, they all cover their eyes, peeking through their little fingers. You looked at Huimang who had the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on her. You felt your heart melt right then and there.

Hoseok was taking his sweet time brushing away Sarang’s hair while you all patiently waited for them to finally kiss. But before he gets the chance to do so, a high pitch scream comes out from the audience. You all were taken aback, looking at where the scream came from. You and Jimin turn red instantly, knowing that it was Mingyu. You felt sorry as your mother in law tries her best to calm him down but you can see him looking towards you as he cried.

“I am so so so sorry,” you say to the newly married couple, running down to your mother in law to get your son.

“Shhh shh, mommy’s here,” you say, taking him into your arms. He quickly quiets down once you hold him. You run back quickly to your place with your girls, telling Hoseok and Sarang to proceed. They laugh at you two, turning back to each other before Hoseok puts his hand on both sides of her face, leaning down to kiss her on the lips.

Everyone clapped as they finally had their first kiss as a married couple.

“You really had to go and steal our thunder huh?” Sarang says to Mingyu. You all were now at the reception, Sarang’s favorite music playing in the background as everyone was eating their food.

“I’m so sorry about that,” you say sheepishly. Sarang puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh my gosh, I was totally kidding. It was great, the kids really added a comedic touch to our whole wedding,” she says, turning to Haneul as he smiles cheekily at her.

“Is it working?” Taehyung says on stage, tapping on the microphone. You all turn to him and he smiles.

“Good evening everyone. My name’s Kim Taehyung, I’ll be the MC for tonight..Ah… I think I’m going to keep MCing at my friend’s wedding until I have a girlfriend of my own,” he says, getting a laugh from the audience. “The last wedding we had was Jimin and Yn’s,” he says, nodding to you and your husband. “Back then, the MC was me and Hoseok hyung because we were the only ones in the group that didn’t have a kid and were single. And I still can’t believe I’m MCing at his wedding.”

“When Taehyung gets a girlfriend, are we still going to make him MC the next wedding?” Jimin asks the group. Once again, you were all sitting in one huge table. Jungkook nods from across him.

“Him and Jin hyung for my wedding,” he says.

“Yeah, you’re going to be next?” Jimin asks. Jungkook nods.

“Unless one of you beat me to it again,” he says, glaring at Hoseok. Hoseok puts his hand up, walking to hide behind Sarang.

“You’re saying I could’ve been the one getting married right now???” Rina asks, turning to Jungkook. He closes his eyes and nods slowly.

“Blame Hoseok hyung,” he points. Rina turns to Hoseok but both the newly wed couple were gone.

You shake your head at the both of them. A slow song starts to play, you turn to Jimin. He immediately gets up, taking your hand. You hold Mingyu in one arm, and hold his hand with the other. Out of nowhere, your mother in law comes up to the three of you.

“Do you want me to take him so you two can dance?” She says.

“Umm,” you thought, looking to Jimin. He says nothing but smiles at you and you shake your head, turning back to his mom.

“It’s okay mom, thank you, we’re good,” you say, she smiles at the both of you, saying okay. You turn back to your husband and he puts his hands on both sides of your waist. The three of you swaying back and forth to the song.

“Can you believe, and I know all we’ve been doing is mentioning how the last wedding was ours, but I just can’t believe that we have a whole family now,” Jimin says. The two of you look at Mingyu who has been staring at Jimin’s shiny coat the whole time.

“I know, I’m so happy,” you say, leaning up to give him a kiss.

“I know it wasn’t all in our plan to go this fast, and I know how hard it was for us to settle in, but I’m glad everything happened the way they did,” you say, you look down at Mingyu who’s eyelids were getting heavy. “I think we’re getting the hang of things, everything’s going perfectly imperfect.” Jimin smiles down at you bringing a hand up to brush your hair away from your face.

“I’m just thankful that I had you with me and you were patient enough to deal with me being impatient about everything. I’m glad I was able to learn along the way with you and that you helped me realize that not everything has to be perfect the first time. You’re right, it may seem like it’s done wrong at first, but all our mistakes only lead to the right decision.”

“And we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“So where are you going for your honeymoon?” Namjoon asks. The reception had ended. Just like before, the whole group stayed back as everyone had already made their separate ways. Your in-laws had already gone back to your house. They offered to take Mingyu off your hands and put him to bed while you stayed with your friends, but he just looked so peaceful sleeping on Jimin’s chest that you had to pass her offer.

“It’s a surprise for Sarang so I can’t say,” Hoseok says, taking a bite of their wedding cake.

“Oh is Huimang coming with you guys by the way? Or will she be staying here with Dahee?” Mae asks, feeding some cake to Haneul. Unlike the last wedding, he can eat some now.

“Oh I have to go back home tomorrow,” Dahee answers.

“She’ll be staying with us!” Sohyun says excitedly.

“Oh you’re not staying here?” You ask Dahee. She shakes her head no.

“I could only take a quick vacation off from work, I have to get back as soon as possible,” she says, looking at Huimang as she plays with her cousins from the other table. “I’m going to miss my little one though. She used to be at my house all the time and now I rarely see her.”

“Well maybe you’d just have to visit us often,” Sarang says.

“Or we’ll come to you,” says Hoseok.

“Maybe,” Dahee says. “I’m glad she finally has kids her age to play with though.”

“Yeah, Hana’s very excited to have Huimang with us. She’s always wanted her to be her sister,” Yoongi says. “I’m not sure how we’re going to take care of two kids, while working but we’ll figure it out.”

“If anything,” you say, “we’ll all be there to help, so you two won’t have to worry.” Everyone nods, agreeing to you.

“You guys are literally the best,” Sarang says. After that the group was quiet and you all just exchanged looks.

“Sorry I’m waiting for the part where someone announces they’re pregnant.” Taehyung says, making everyone laugh. You roll your eyes at him.

“Would be a big surprise if you had said it was you,” Jungkook says. Taehyung squints at him.

“Well unfortunately I’m not a seahorse, so I can’t get pregnant.” Jungkook’s mouth opens slightly.

“T-that’s not what I meant…” Rina puts an arm over his shoulder.

“It’s okay buddy. Your two brain cells are not working right now. It’s late.”

“He meant if you suddenly announced that you had a kid yourself,” Jin butts in. Jungkook immediately points at him.

“See hyung understood me!” Jin looks over at Jungkook and sends him a wink.

“Um, that’s my story, get your own,” Hoseok says.

“I wasn’t here for your story, what even happened,” Byul says, taking a sip of her drink. Hoseok looks over at Sarang, about to tell their story.

“Well-”

“I knocked on daddy’s door!” Huimang says out of nowhere.

“Then Huimang noona became our cousin!” Sian butts in. It seems like the kids had run out of cake to eat and now they made their way back to the grownups table.

“Long story short, Uncle Hobi had a child he never knew about and fell in love with her mom, the end. Can we go home now?” Hana says, pulling on her dad’s arm.

“The story is a lot more than just that…” Hoseok says, glaring at the kids.

“Daddy, I’m slee--” Soojin says, yawning, reaching her arms up for her dad to pick her up.

“Okay, I guess it’s nearing bedtime,” Namjoon says, picking up Moonji, who was already knocked out on the kids’ table.

“Mine’s been knocked out for a couple hours now,” you say, looking at Mingyu and his waterfall of drool on his dad’s dress shirt.

“Other than the scream before the kiss, he did well today,” Jimin says, walking into your room. The long day has made you three very tired. Usually, Mingyu slept between you and Jimin but tonight he seemed to be comfortable and tired enough to sleep in his own crib.

“He did,” you say sleepily. Jimin covers you with the blanket before slipping in next to you.

“He’s growing up fast isn’t he?” He says. “He was just sleeping in our bed last night and now he’s on his own,” Jimin says, laughing. You looked up at him through your sleepy eyes.

“Don’t get used to it, I’m sure he’ll be back in our bed tomorrow..”

“Yeah, probably..” Jimin puts his hand on your head, pushing your hair back, making you even more sleepy.

“Stop trying to stay awake,” he laughs as you try to open your eyes only for it to roll back, sleepiness is quickly flooding your system. “Aigoo~.” He scoots in while pulling you to his chest at the same time. You quickly melt in his arms, rubbing your cheek on his chest.

“I’m sleepy~” You mumble. Jimin laughs at you again.

“I know, I know, just go to sleep, we’ll continue in the morning..” Jimin says, listening to you as you slowly start to softly snore. He presses a kiss to your head, hugging you tightly.

“I love you~~”

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daddy duties

☔︎part twenty-four: life’s crazy☔︎

pairings: newdad!jimin x wife!reader

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green-eyed-weirdo · 4 years ago

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If you took a sip for every broken promise, you’d end up with an empty cup

This one was supposed to be for the last day of Bechloe week, Cheating. Two months later, it’s now finally finished. The story is based on the Dutch song ‘Lippenstift’ (which translates to lipstick).

As mentioned in the prompt; it’s about cheating. Consider yourself warned. But don’t worry, they DON’T cheat on each other!! ;)

Read below or on AO3.

The one with ‘Skip’.

Living with Chloe has always been easy. Beca feels that, from the moment the two of them met, Chloe has always been able to read her. Where others would have trouble getting past her not-so-sunny personality and her sarcasm, Chloe had always understood her.

Growing up, Beca had built up some pretty solid walls around her, and Chloe seemed to have moved right past them. For some reason, Beca had let her. It took some time getting used to having such a happy, bubbly person around her all the time, but after Chloe had proclaimed they were going to be fast friends, all Beca could do is resign in her fate: Chloe was going to be her best friend.

When they moved into the Bella house, Beca had realized how much she loved spending time with Chloe. She enjoyed having the other Bella’s around as well, of course, but her relationship with Chloe was on a whole other level. After only a few months of living together, they had formed such a bond, they knew what the other was thinking just by looking at them. Their friends joked about it all the time, saying how they worked and lived together, but also argued like an old married couple.

After graduation, Beca had landed a job as a junior music producer at BFD records in New York City. Chloe didn’t think twice when Beca had asked her to come to New York with her and so their old married couple habits moved to New York with them. They had settled into a comfortable routine pretty quickly and Beca was very happy with the direction in which her life was going. Except for one thing. Or rather, one person. She was moving in the wrong direction.

Living with Chloe had always been easy, until about four months ago. Both of them had been casually dating here and there, the occasional hook-up, but nothing too serious. Beca has no idea what exactly happened four months ago, but from one day to the next, Chloe had started desperately looking for love. Every guy she met, every date she had, they were all ‘the one’ until they weren’t.

Beca hates seeing Chloe like this. To her, Chloe is the kindest, most beautiful, most amazing woman in the world and with this serial dating she’s been doing lately, it seems she has lost all respect for herself. It breaks Beca’s heart because Beca loves Chloe. Like, really loves her. Of course, she has never told her. Or anyone for that matter. No one except, surprisingly, Aubrey.

Aubrey had called her out after the campfire at the retreat, during senior year. According to Aubrey, it was written all over Beca’s face that she was in love with her best friend. Beca had tried to deny it at first but soon had to realize there was no use. Aubrey knew, and maybe that was for the better. Now she at least had someone to confide in.

They have been in New York for almost a year now. Beca had hoped her crush on her best friend would fade, but in reality, it had only gotten stronger. She was very grateful for Aubrey, who was always there, on the other end of the phone, when she needed to vent.

Over the past few months, since Chloe started seriously looking for ‘the one’, that has happened more frequently. On more than one occasion, Aubrey had tried to convince her to just tell Chloe the truth about her feelings. Sadly, Beca had never been very good with words and had not yet been able to say the words out loud.

===

On her way home after a long day at the studio, Beca tries to get her mind off the pile of work still waiting for her on her desk. She is looking forward to a relaxing evening, watching movies and having dinner with her best friend. As she gets off the subway, she thinks to send Chloe a quick text to check if the coast is clear.

BECA: On my way home now, be there in 10 Is he gone?

CHLOE: Not yet Getting dressed now He’ll be gone before you get here, promise

BECA: Good. See you in a bit.

CHLOE: xxx

===

Chloe had been dating this dude for about two months now. Honestly, she couldn’t even call it dating. Chloe had been seeing this dude. This married dude, to be exact.

They’d met in a coffee shop downtown and hit it off right away. After lots of texting and two dates, Chloe had found herself head over heels in love with this guy. Beca, however, had a bad feeling about him. For example, he would always come to their apartment, Chloe never went to his. Also, he rarely took Chloe out in public. But the thing that annoyed Beca the most, is that he would go days on end without texting Chloe back or answering his phone. That usually happens right when he leaves their apartment, after what Chloe calls ‘a date’. (In reality, he comes over, they eat something and have sex. Beca does her best to keep her opinions to herself though).

Chloe went through a few stages of emotion with that last one. In the beginning, she would get worried, later on, she’d get pissed and now, after two months, Chloe just seems sad when she doesn’t get a response for days.

When Beca had carefully brought this up to her best friend, Chloe’s expression had dropped. A little embarrassed she had explained to Beca that her new lover was married. “They are separated but he is still living with his wife at the moment. But he has basically already left her,” Chloe had assured her best friend. Beca had been suspicious about the story but had left it at that. As said, that was two months ago.

From the moment Chloe had started seeing him, Beca has gone out of her way to make sure she isn’t home when he’s there. Cheating is a sore subject for her and she really doesn’t want anything to do with the situation. Chloe understands and makes sure to inform Beca whenever he would be there. Every now and then, Beca would comment on it, but she knows Chloe has lost herself in this guy too much to listen to her anyway.

As kind of a funny, snarky joke, Beca calls the guy ‘Skip’. She knows that’s not his real name but calling him ‘Skip’ would hopefully, eventually get her message across. The message that this guy is not going to stick around. He will skip out on her and go back to his wife soon enough and leave Chloe heartbroken. Beca was both awaiting and dreading that day.

===

Exactly ten minutes later Beca opens the door to their apartment building and walks into the stairwell. She’s exhausted from the long day she’s had and has to literally will her feet to move and carry her up the stairs. They live on the third floor, so she still has a good way to go. On her way up, she hears feet stomp down the stairs and a guy answering his phone.

“Hey, baby!” She hears him say in the sweetest voice, that almost makes her throw up in her mouth a little. “Yes, work has been insanely busy today. I know, honey, I know. I’m on my way home right now. Yes, I promise!”

Beca stops at the landing between the first and second floor to let him pass. She glares at him as he rushes past her saying “I love you too, baby” into his phone. In his quick passing, she notices a flash of light red on his collar. She smirks to herself when she recognizes Chloe’s favorite color lipstick. “Talk your way out of that one, asshole”, she thinks.

Beca looks up in the direction of her apartment and already knows the scene she’s about to walk into.

This exact thing has happened many times before over the past two months. Beca has seen her best friend change from a bubbly, confident woman into a vulnerable girl who cries more than she smiles. It breaks her heart even thinking about it.

=== 5 weeks ago ===

Beca had been out for a drink after work with a few co-workers. Chloe had texted her earlier that her new boyfriend would be coming over, so Beca had made an effort to stay away. A little buzzed she walked up the stairs of their apartment building, hoping she’d stayed out long enough. Just as she headed up the final steps, she saw him coming down the stairs, phone to his ear. “Yes, baby, I’m on my way now. My meeting ran late, I’m sorry. See you in a few. Love you.” Beca looked back at the guy in disgust as he walked past her giving her no notice whatsoever. She immediately understood what was going on though and hurried up the stairs to talk to Chloe.

As she throws open the door to the apartment, she sees Chloe busy cleaning up the dishes from dinner. A little out of breath, she puts her jacket away and joins Chloe in the kitchen.

“Chlo, you okay?” Beca noticed right away her best friend looks sad.

“Yeah, I’m okay” Chloe lies.

“I have to tell you something. I don’t really know how to tell you this, so I’m just going to say it.” Chloe looks at her with a questioning look. “I think he’s lying to you, Chlo. I passed him on the stairs and he was calling her ‘baby’ over the phone. It definitely didn’t sound like a couple getting a divorce.” Beca sees Chloe is avoiding to look at her.

Without a word, Chloe walks out of the kitchen and into the living room. She sits down on the couch and keeps looking at her hands. With a soft voice, she says “I know”. Beca had followed her best friend into the living room and squats down in front of her.

“You know?”

“Yeah… He’s still married.” And with those words, Chloe breaks down. “He says their marriage is practically over. He loves me, he really does, Bec. He’s going to leave her soon.” Beca doesn’t really know what to say.

“Chloe, how… why…” She is shocked that her beautiful, amazing best friend would allow someone to treat her like that.

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” Chloe blubbers through her tears. Beca stands up at that and walks to the kitchen. She opens the fridge and gets out two bottles of beer and a tub of ice cream. As she walks back, she tells Chloe to pick a movie. Chloe shoots her a grateful smile as they settle on the couch.

===

Beca is startled out of her memory by a door slamming a few floors up. Her exhaustion forgotten, she jogs the rest of the way up the stairs, to get to Chloe as fast as she can. As she opens the door, she immediately spots her sitting on the couch, tear-stained face, staring straight ahead. Beca pushes down the anger she feels coming up at the sight of her heartbroken best friend and springs into action.

She goes through her very familiar routine of getting two beer bottles and the tub of ice cream and sets it down on the coffee table. She sits down on the couch next to Chloe and pulls her into a hug. After about a minute, she looks at Chloe and gently wipes the tears from her face. She gives her the remote and tells her to pick a movie while she gets comfortable on the couch. They don’t talk about it this time.

===

As the final credits of the movie start rolling, Beca looks down at her lap and notices Chloe has fallen asleep. Beca had been playing with Chloe’s hair for the last 20 minutes and she knows this has a calming effect on her. She carefully gets up and covers Chloe with a blanket to let her rest for a little bit. “Dinner can wait”, she thinks.

Beca takes out her phone and while walking to her bedroom, she thumbs the number of the person she needs to talk to right now. With a shaky, watery breath she puts the phone to her ear.

Aubrey answers on the first ring and before she can even explain why she’s calling, tears start rolling down her face. Weirdly enough, Aubrey has always been good at calming her down and this time is no different. Beca goes on to tell her what has happened tonight. “I wish she’d realize he’s never going to leave his wife,” Aubrey says with a sigh.

“I know. She is honestly worth so much more than this, it breaks my heart. This is going to sound so mean, but… I wish he would just end it. Or that his wife would find out. I mean, I saw Chloe’s lipstick on his collar when I passed him on the stairs.” she says it with a smirk and hears Aubrey snort a laugh. “But in all seriousness, Chloe would be heartbroken, but it would set her free, you know?” Aubrey hums in agreement.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, Aubs.” Beca pleads with her friend.

“I mean, there is one thing you could do…” Aubrey starts hesitantly. “You could, you know… tell her how you feel.”

“I have been though! I’ve been telling her for weeks…”

“You know that’s not what I mean, Beca.” Aubrey interrupts her.

“Yeah, I know…”

“I really think she’d want to know. I’m pretty sure it’ll change things.”

Beca isn’t convinced confessing her feelings to Chloe will change anything, but Aubrey seems to be pretty certain. With a promise to think about it, they wrap up their call and hang up.

Expressing her feelings has never really been Beca’s strong suit. Music on the other hand… totally her thing. She picks up her guitar and starts playing, humming to the soft melody that seems to come naturally.

===

Oeh you, I thought you knew better Always thought you were better than that

Oeh you, are so naive, so lost in dreams So in love, head over heels, and he...

=== 3 weeks ago ===

She’d known Chloe was with ‘Skip’ so she again made an effort to stay out as long as she possibly could. She hated seeing Chloe all smiley and heart-eyed when she was with this guy because she knew what was to come after he closed the door behind him. Chloe would yet again be a mess, and Beca would sit with her all night, picking up the pieces.

Beca had come home that night to a particularly heart-wrenching scene. He had been standing by the front door, ringtone screaming from his back pocket while the two said their goodbyes. She’d slipped past him into the apartment without giving them a second look and walked straight into her room to put her work stuff away.

Walking back out into the living room she heard him say: “Chloe, I really have to go. She keeps calling, I can’t keep dodging her calls.” She sees him give Chloe a quick kiss saying “thanks, this was fun” and with that, he leaves the apartment. It’s clear Chloe wants to say something else (probably beg him to stay a little longer) but her face drops as he rushes out the door, and she closes it quietly.

She turns around to see Beca looking at her with a sympathetic look on her face. “Please Bec, don’t. Not right now.” Chloe looks away and starts walking towards her bedroom.

“Then when Chloe?” Beca challenges her best friend. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

Chloe looks at her with a defiant look in her eyes. “Do what exactly? Please Beca, enlighten me with your expert opinion.” Chloe knows she’s not playing fair and she sees it on Beca’s face too. Beca has had her fair share of experience with a dad leaving her family for another woman. Still, she just couldn’t help herself, she just feels so much frustration.

“Chlo...” Beca pleads “you know he’s not being real with you. Please, Chloe… he’s not worth all this!” Beca’s voice gets louder as she speaks the words she’s been holding in for a while.

“No! You’ve got it all wrong, Beca! He doesn’t love her anymore, he loves me. He promised he’ll leave her soon and then we can be together. It will happen, you’ll see!” Beca sees hope in Chloe’s eyes. It sparks anger inside of her that she didn’t know was there.

“He tells you all these sweet little things, all these promises… Chloe, he goes home and tells her the exact same things!” Beca sees a tear rolling down Chloe’s face as she looks down at her feet.

Beca takes Chloe’s hands in hers and wills her voice to soften before she speaks again. “Honey, I know you really like him, that you really enjoy spending time with him. But you can never go out together, never leave this apartment. Chlo, he’ll never hold your hand or kiss you in a public place.” Chloe looks down at her hands in Beca’s and then looks up at Beca. Without a word, she pulls her hands free, walks into her bedroom and closes the door behind her.

Beca releases the breath she was holding and wipes the tear that has run down her face. She can hear Chloe crying in her room and her heart breaks for her best friend. She turns around and walks to the fridge to get the ice cream and beer. She’ll give her a moment to collect herself, but after that, as always, she will be there to pick up the pieces.

===

Beca continues humming the melody and writes down the next set of lyrics that flow from her brain. She feels the lyrics so strongly. Does Chloe not know how beautiful she is? She doesn’t understand why she would let this guy treat her like this. All the questions swimming in her head just flow out of her.

What do you want to be? Someone's lover or their biggest secret? Will you set yourself free? Or will you choose someone who’ll never be there when you need it?

Ask yourself, even if you’re hurt; Aren’t you worth a lot more than just the lipstick on his shirt?

I see your lipstick on his collar, babe but you are worth so much more than that I see it on his collar, babe but you are worth so much more than that

====

Beca feels a tear roll down her face as she goes through what she’s got so far. Writing lyrics has never been something she was really good at, but apparently, this particular situation had given her the inspiration she needed. She starts from the top and plays through it again, in the hopes the next part will come naturally.

=== last week ===

Wednesdays are Beca’s work from home days. She gets to sleep in a little and just spends the day doing administrative stuff and playing around on her mixing board. She really enjoys these days, mostly because Wednesday happens to be Chloe’s day off. They have breakfast together, Beca starts work while Chloe does some housework, they have lunch together, Beca goes back to work while Chloe goes out for groceries and they finish the day together in the kitchen, Beca wrapping up the last of her work while Chloe cooks dinner. It’s very domestic and Beca loves it.

However, this Wednesday was a little bit different. They’d just finished lunch when Chloe’s phone started buzzing on the table. “It’s him” she shoots Beca an apologetic smile while she steps away from her. Beca feels instantly annoyed but decides not to dwell on it for too long. She puts the dishes away and walks to her room to continue her work. As she passes Chloe’s bedroom, she hears her say “okay, yeah, sure… you can come over.” She sighs and rolls her eyes at that. She makes sure she closes her bedroom door behind her and puts on her noise-cancelling headphones, just to be safe.

It’s around 2:30 pm when she feels her bladder is about to explode. She curses herself for not thinking of emptying her bladder before and fleetingly looks around to see if she might be able to avoid leaving her room. She really does not want to hear any sounds coming from Chloe’s room or worse, run into ‘Skip’. Reluctantly, she pulls her headphones from her head and puts them next to her mixing board. She quickly opens the bedroom door and jogs down the hall to the bathroom to relieve herself.

On her way back to her room, she hears Chloe’s bedroom door open and ‘Skip’ comes walking down the hall. He’s wearing nothing but his boxers, towel slung over his shoulder and he shoots Beca a seductive smile and a wink. Beca has never rolled her eyes louder. She stops when she sees Chloe sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing nothing but her bra and panties, t-shirt in her hands. It looks like she had been in the middle of getting dressed when something caught her attention. Beca follows Chloe’s line of sight and sighs, while she leans against the doorframe. Chloe is brought out of her stare and shoots Beca a sad smile while she pulls the shirt over her head.

“He always takes that off when he’s here.” Chloe motioned towards the bedside table. There, next to his wallet and his cellphone, lies his wedding ring. “After he’s done washing my scent from his body, he puts it back on like nothing happened.” Chloe then proceeds to put on some shorts and looks at Beca. “Tell me what you’re thinking?” Beca clears her throat.

“I mean, it’s…” Beca needs some time to think about her words. “It’s nice of him to take it off for you, I guess?” Chloe shoots Beca a surprised look.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“What?”

“Sugarcoat it. Tell me what you’re really thinking about. Please. I need to hear it.”

“Well…” Beca starts uncertain, “I think you’re right about him washing your scent of his body. That’s probably why he always wants to shower here.” Chloe nods in understanding.

“Also, you and I both know what the next couple of days or even weeks are going to be like. He’s not going to answer your calls, he will not text you back. He has probably already erased all your texts and deleted his call log. He is going to disappear from your life and go back to her.”

“He’s never going to choose me, is he?” she sighs, “Nobody ever does.”

Just as Beca wants to ask her what she means by that, they hear the bathroom door open. Chloe looks at Beca with a sad smile as Beca walks backwards to her room and closes the door. She doesn’t put on the headphones this time. She hears Chloe snap back into her bubbly self and say goodbye to ‘Skip’.

===

Can you live with that knowledge? Can you live with that thought?

Babe, you know that this is not the real deal

What do you want to be? Someone's lover or his biggest secret? Will you set yourself free? Or will you choose someone who’ll always be there when you need it?

Ask yourself, even if you’re hurt; Aren’t you worth a lot more than just the lipstick on his shirt?

I see your lipstick on his collar, babe but you are worth so much more than that I see it on his collar, babe but you are worth so much more than that

I see it on his collar, yet you are worth way more than that

maybe I could be the key because you mean so much more to me

===

Beca rubs her eyes as they’ve gotten a little watery and blows out a puff of air. She takes a moment to compose herself, putting down her guitar and taking a sip of water. She had really been pouring her heart out in this song. She’s glad she thought of recording herself on her phone when she started playing with the melody.

A quiet sniff behind her catches her attention and she jerks her head around, startled by the sudden interruption. She feels her cheeks flush as she realizes Chloe probably overheard at least part of the song. “Chlo…” she starts but can’t really think of anything else to say, panic set in.

Chloe sees tears well up in Beca’s eyes as she wipes away her own and rushes to sit down on the bed next to her. She takes Beca’s hands into her own and sees Beca is actively trying to avoid eye contact. Chloe knows exactly what that means, so she scoots closer to pull Beca into a hug. She holds on a little longer, squeezes her a bit tighter until she feels Beca relax in her arms.

When they both pull back, Chloe looks at Beca with a soft smile. “Thank you”, she speaks the words softly, not really trusting her voice to work with all the emotion she’s feeling. She wipes another tear from her face and lets out a watery laugh at Beca’s puzzled expression. “For the beautiful song, I mean. It’s about me, isn’t it?”

Beca hesitates for a moment but then decides this is her chance to put it all on the table, “ehm, yeah… it is. Chlo, I just…” she struggles to find the words to explain how she’s feeling, but as per usual, Chloe reads her like an open book.

“I know, Becs.”

She looks up at Chloe and finds she’s already looking at her. Chloe uses her thumb to wipe the last of Beca’s tears away and keeps her hands on each side of her face. As they look into each other's eyes, Beca feels the air shift around them. “Yeah?”

“mhmm, I heard you.” Chloe hopes Beca understands she means she didn’t just hear the song but understood what her best friend was trying to tell her. She can tell Beca is nervous so she decides to not drag this moment out any longer. With a quick mental prayer, she didn’t read the situation completely wrong, she closes the distance between them.

Beca sighs into the kiss. Kissing Chloe feels even better than she imagined it would. She feels Chloe smile against her lips and thinks (hopes) she might be feeling the same way. Suddenly, Beca feels like she can’t breathe and so she pulls back. Chloe looks at her a little surprised and Beca immediately wants to apologize. “I’m sorry. I… Shit, did I fuck this up already?” Chloe takes Beca's hands again and gives her a quick peck on the lips.

“Nope, don’t worry. What happened?”

“I don’t know. I’m just a little overwhelmed, I guess. I couldn’t breathe for a moment.”

Chloe smirks at her, “Did I take your breath away, babe?”

“Oh my god”, Beca laughs and she feels herself relax again.

“So…” Beca starts, “would you, maybe… want to go on a date with me sometime?”

“I’d really like that, Becs.” Chloe says with a soft smile on her face.

Chloe stands up from the bed and pulls Beca up. She doesn’t let go of Beca’s hand as they walk towards the kitchen together. As Beca heads for the fridge, Chloe leans over the counter and pulls out her phone. Beca takes two steps back and stands next to her. “What are you doing?” she curiously asks her.

“I’m texting ‘Skip’ ”, she says with a wink. Beca smiles hearing Chloe use the stupid nickname. She gives Chloe some space to compose her text and busies herself in the kitchen. “Can you come here a sec?” Chloe asks her after a moment. Beca turns around and stands next to Chloe, looking at her expectantly.

“What’s up?”

“I want you to see this,” Chloe says mysteriously. Beca raises an eyebrow and puts her chin on Chloe’s shoulder to see her phone. She sees her open the contact info for Chicago , clicks on ‘block this caller’ and then proceeds to ‘delete contact’. Chloe puts her phone down on the counter and turns to look at Beca with a sad smile on her face. “I’m really sorry about, you know… everything.” Beca hums in understanding.

“I really don’t know what I was thinking. No, honestly, I do know… The thing is, I’ve been in love with you for so long, Beca. And I didn’t think you felt the same way, so I just… I don’t know, tried to move on, I guess? I didn’t really go about it the right w…” Chloe’s ramble gets cut off by a sudden kiss and she sighs in relief.

Pulling back, she playfully bites her lip and looks at Beca. “I’m so in love with you, Beca Mitchell. It’s always been you.”

Beca pulls Chloe into a hug and holds her for a moment. When she pulls back she pecks her lips one more time and walks back to the fridge. As she pulls it open she looks back at Chloe and asks: “ice cream and beer?”

Chloe shakes her head. “How about dinner and wine?”

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Ragnvindr || Chapter 4

we are all museums of fear. - charles bukowski

Kaeya Alberich.

That was his name now.

You watched the Calvary Captain as he tossed a gold coin in his hand, seemingly amused by the gossip that was going on behind him.

The newspaper in your hand was far from interesting, but you kept it open as you watched a knight approach the young man, laughing as though a joke had been said.

You stood up, dropping the paper onto the bench.

You had not seen him since that incident either.

It had all gone by too fast, but he had arrived with knights to the scene. Everything else for you was a blur after that.

But as you made your way down the steps, your steps faltered, recalling Diluc's distant reaction towards his name. Just how much had changed?

A part of you had long ago hoped that things would be able to return to what they were. But after your father's sickness and your brother's isolation, seeing the separation of the two brothers you were close to... it felt impossible.

"...it's you?"

Your head snapped up, wide eyes meeting the own wide lapiz coloured eyes of Kaeya. You had meant to avoid him, not that you didn't want to see him, you just weren't prepared to meet him today.

Before you could say anything, he had crossed in long strides, engulfing you in a large embrace before pulling away with a chuckle. "You're back?"

"Apparently so... I see you're a Captain now."

He chuckled once more as you simply smiled, slightly startled at the height he had grown to.

"It has been a while. May I take you out for a drink? We can talk over some food too."

"Ah, it's alright. I'm not going to be staying around for long."

"How come? Did you come to see Diluc?"

Kaeya's eyes sparkled with knowingness as you nodded, feeling slightly awkward. "Well, he's in his own world. Can't help you with him I'm afraid. But it's rather funny..."

You raised a brow as he hid his smile behind a gloved hand. "You both disappeared without a word."

"I am sorry." Guilt filled you. You had left not only him but your family too shortly after Diluc's own disappearance.

He shook his head, shrugging at your apology. "It is in the past. At least you are back now."

Your eyes dropped at the mention of your stay.

"Not staying for long then? I see."

"I simply came here to see how everyone was doing. Even if that everyone is you and Diluc."

He hummed in thought. "He did receive your letters if that question ever crossed your mind."

It was unexpected and your eyes widened but then you flushed, clenching your fist when you realised he had never written back. Swallowing the hard lump in your throat, you forced an uneasy smile."It's okay. There's something more important on my mind than that."

"Something giving you trouble? If it's connected to the strange things happening lately..."

"You've noticed things are happening here too?"

"I may have one eye covered, but I'm not blind. I know more than you think."

You didn't want to drag the brothers together unwillingly but if there was a way to prevent another occasion from arising that was similar to the one that occurred four years ago...

"I think I may have to think about that offer of drinks, Kaeya."

Kaeya set the cup back down onto the bar, leaning his head onto his fist.

You sipped on the infamous dandelion wine, though your nose twitched at its smell. It wasn't as fragrant as grape juice, but it was certainly unique as Kaeya had described.

After telling Kaeya what you had come across, excluding your meeting with Diluc, he was now staring at the top rack of wine bottles whilst humming occasionally in thought.

"I see.... you've changed a fair amount, you know. I always knew you liked knowing things, more than me, but this is certainly beyond what I imagined. If this is true, then everyone is in grave danger."

"What... do we do?"

"Have you spoken to Diluc?"

You nodded, tracing the rim of the cup.

"Of course you have. Well, as annoying as this is, we may have to meet with him soon."

"What... what happened between you two?"

Kaeya blinked as if forgetting you had not witnessed what had happened before chuckling. "He was just not fun to hang around with anymore. After disappearing and leaving everything behind..."

His fingers tightened around the cup but you averted your eyes. There was more he was not saying but you didn't press on.

"Ah, whatever." Kaeya ruffled his hair, gulping down the rest of the wine. "I'm doing this just to get rid of the Abyss Order. Don't get me wrong."

"I never said I had." You also finished your drink, thanking the bartender before standing up.

"Going so soon?"

"Kaeya."

He hummed, looking up at you.

"Whatever happened between you and Diluc... I won't push on. But what's happening now, with the Order and the Fatui. I'm... afraid that the same events will unfold."

A seriousness overtook his face and he stood up, heading over to the door. He understood what you meant. Opening it for you, he spoke as you passed him.

"If it means preventing similar situations from arising, I assure you. I will not let it happen."

"Are we going to keep meeting like this?"

You spoke to the dark figure behind you, watching as the night fell over Mondstadt once more.

"You met Kaeya."

"Spying on me?"

"Angel's Share is brimming with gossip and information. It was your own mistake going there."

You let out a laugh, leaning against the wall to your side. Diluc simply sighed, taking his place beside you after setting his claymore down.

"Don't get the Knights involved. I can manage more than enough on my own."

"Why do you detest them so much?"

When he didn't respond, you turned to the man beside you. His mask lay on the ground and his distant eyes searched the horizon for something more as he parted his lips to speak.

"On that day, I didn't know what to do. And when I went to the headquarters, do you know what Eroch told me?"

Eroch was a name you had not heard in a while; the former Inspector for the Knights of Favonius. You weren't sure what had happened, but he had been found guilty of being a traitor. You had heard the news as you were travelling, though never tried to linger on gossip too much.

Diluc raised a hand to his face, as though to hide a disgusted expression. "He told me to conceal it. To hide what had happened, the truth."

Diluc thought back to what had happened, the events clear in his mind.

He was lost and confused after his father's death. The Knights were all he knew. Serving justice... protecting the people of Mondstadt... that was what he thought of when Eroch had told him to conceal the truth.

What kind of person working with the knights... upholding laws and protecting Mondstadt would have told him to hide what had really happened?

Ever since that day, Diluc had not looked back once. He had not returned to the Knights and he refused to even look their way.

You dropped your eyes to your hands. "I heard he was a purged from the Knights."

"And he has not shown his face since then."

Another silence fell over the two of you, though this time, you found it not uncomfortable. It was quiet, something you both had enjoyed since you were children.

Still, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness in your heart. Seeing Diluc talk with such heavy eyes and words... you clenched your fist. It wasn't up to you, but he was your friend.

And if there was any way to shoulder some of the weight he carried on his shoulders, to relieve him of his unspoken words, then you would try.

Diluc saw it before you did, the darkness looping around your ankles and wrist, winding around your waist and before he could call your name, you were pulled down from the wall.

One second you were beside him, the next you were looking up at him and his outstretched arm as he called your name, his terrified face branded into your mind.

Hands looped around your neck as masked figures surrounded you, muttering strange words.

Diluc had dropped down, his claymore set blazing with fire as he fought against the shadowed figures that had been waiting below to strike, like snakes.

Struggling against the grip of two figures, you stomped your feet on theirs, using their surprise to manoeuvre out of their hands.

But they seemed to be more prepared than you, lunging at you immediately.

Wincing at the sharpness shooting up your arm, you dug a fist into the one holding you down, but before you could slip out again, someone had pinned you down against the floor, knee on your back.

"Hold still," They seethed. A human. Perhaps Fatui? But you had little time to think as suddenly, there was a burning sensation against your arm and you couldn't help but cry out in pain, the scalding burning making your eyes tear up.

Diluc's head snapped up at your cries and as if a switch inside him had been flicked on, he kicked the person in front of him off his blade, sending a fiery path of flames towards the others that lie in front of him.

Running to you, with his blazing weapon in his hands, he swiftly cut down the figures on top of you, not even going after those that retreated back into the darkness as he bent down, checking if you were okay.

Wincing and spitting out a slight mouthful of grass, you assessed your arm.

Breathing heavily, Diluc towered close by, keeping an eye out for any other dangers.

With shaky hands, your fingers traced the wound on your arm.

"Diluc..."

At your croaky voice, he glanced down almost immediately, eyes widening at the sight on your arm.

You both knew what it was. Abyssal power, burnt into your skin. The purple incantations wavered over your burnt skin before disappearing into you sending into further scalding pain.

"Who were they?" Using Diluc's claymore, you stood up shakily.

"Fatui." He spit the word just like he threw the broken Fatui mask onto the ground, walking back to you. "But no ordinary Fatui. Fatui with Abyssal power."

A shudder ran down your spine. So your suspicions were correct. Diluc noticed this too.

"They really are working together." You whispered, cradling your arm. "But why?"

"The fact that you're injured is more important." His face was hidden, but you knew he was frowning. You shook away his worry.

"Don't worry. I can patch myself back up at the inn I am staying at. But... whatever this is..." You winced again at the pain, deciding it would be best not to move your arm.

Diluc turned away. "It's not an ordinary wound." His fist clenched. "I will track them down and deal with them myself."

"Alone?"

Silence.

"Don't do it alone. It's dangerous. Fatui with Abyssal power... and with what you mentioned before, if it's true they have these Delusions.."

"But you can't join me, so it is best I go alone. I have been doing these things by myself, there's no need to worry about me."

"Diluc. It's dangerous."

"That is why you should stay back, don't you understand?" He sighed, frustrated. His fists were curled as though agitated. "Your injuries could have been much worse. I have targets on my back and I do not want to put them on yours."

"I am capable of defending myself too, Diluc, I don't want you to walk into something so dark on your own."

"I have to. Alone. You're the only memory, the only person I am holding onto from the past." He took off his mask, darkened eyes staring into your own. Though it was hard to see his expression in the dark, his eyes glowed a hue of red that held more than just anger and frustration.

"Leave me alone and go somewhere far away. Forget my name again, it will only mean endangering you."

"Four years I searched for you, Diluc, I'm not going to let you go now."

Silent, he turned around and began walking away.

"Diluc! I can handle these things, I can do it-"

But he didn't stop once. Not even his footsteps faltered as you tried to limp after him.

Diluc clenched his fist as he walked away from you. He knew you could. He knew you were capable and he knew you could handle yourself.

But one injury like that was enough to set his mind in stone and no matter how hard you would try, he would not change his mind. Four years had passed and he had changed, so had you. But for this, his mind would not change.

You were the only one left from his past, the only one that brought back memories he had buried deep into his mind, memories of a time that was once so peaceful it seemed like a bittersweet, cruel dream.

Did you know how long he had walked on this path, by himself, alone in the dark to tread out whatever evil he found?

It would take more than his blade to eradicate them all and his dark journey was one to be taken alone.

His heart still faltered as he disappeared into the shadows, leaving you lingering by the gates of Mondstadt.

At least, he told himself, gritting his teeth as though to convince himself. At least that way, one of you would be safe.

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Chapter 3: Home Is Where The Heart Is

Mark Tuan X Reader

Part 3 of the “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” Series

Word Count: 10K

Genre: Angsty Angst (This chapter is actually the saddest one of the five chapters but don’t worry, it gets better soon)

Summary: Distance makes the heart grow fonder—or does it?

A/N: Hey guys! So this part sounded better in my head(it’s kind of all over the place) but so is my life hahahaha please enjoy! (Italics are past tense but I bet y’all already knew that)

“I’m sorry, but the number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later—“

The frustrated groan that fell from your lips was expected. This was the sixth time you tried to get in contact with your boyfriend tonight but all your attempts went straight to voicemail. You knew being in a long distance relationship was going to be difficult; not having Mark around anymore was driving you to the brink of insanity more and more each day.

It didn’t help that there was a seven hour time difference between the two of you. When he would be waking up, you were in the middle of class and if you were about to go to sleep, he was getting ready to go to soccer practice. As much as you tried to make sure that Mark heading off to college wasn’t going to affect your relationship in any way, there was only so much you could do to stop yourself from worrying about what the future really held for the two of you.

From the beginning of your relationship up until now, you and Mark experience distance on multiple occasions. However, the twenty-minute distance between your elementary school and his middle school was nothing compared to being stuck in California while he went off to study at New York University.

You remembered the day he found out he was accepted like it was yesterday. Not only was Mark extremely talented in almost every single sport any college had to offer, but the grades he maintained all throughout his high school career was unbelievable. It was only natural for all these colleges to reach out to him; offering many different kinds of scholarships and even full rides to some of the universities Mark could only dream of being able to attend.

When you were younger, the older boy would always fantasize about traveling to New York. He would watch all kinds of shows, documentaries and anything kind of tour program that the travel channel had to offer. At the time, you thought it was extremely adorable. Any time Mark seemed very passionate about something never failed to pull on your heartstrings. But when the many acceptance letters began coming in the mail, you wanted nothing more than to rip them all up.

You’d be lying if you said the breathtaking grin on his face each time he opened up one of the letters didn’t make you happy yourself. You were extremely proud of Mark for being able to excel in almost every single thing that he put his heart in to. To this day, it boggled your mind at the idea of how perfect he genuinely was. There was not one letter of rejection and it wasn’t shocking to you. Mark was the kind of student athlete every school wish they could have.

He had acceptance letters from almost every university in California and you tried to indirectly hint towards wanting him to choose from one of them. At the same time, you forced yourself to accept whatever it was that he wanted. After all, it was his life—his future. You were being selfish for wanting to get in the way of that. Unfortunately, everything you’ve been worried about since you’ve realized Mark was going away for college at the beginning of your sophomore seemed to come true.

Fights began to occur whether you liked it or not. Deep down, you knew it was harder for him because he was thousands of miles away from his friends, his family and his favorite person—but that was his choice. His schedule and your schedule tended to collide. You were both extremely busy at the same time and it was evident that making time for one another was harder than you both thought it would be.

He called you every single day for the first month that he got settled in and he never failed to mention just how much he hated it. The campus was huge; your parents allowed you to go up with him and his family to explore New York City together while helping him set up his dorm. It was honestly one of the best experiences in your entire life. Just like Mark, you’ve always dreamt about traveling the world and the longer you two were dating, all you ever really wanted to do was experience going on trips all around the world with him.

For the most part of the trip, the Tuan family had an itinerary of what they wanted to do while in New York but they did give you and Mark some free time to do whatever it was that your hearts desired. You found yourself at Central Park having a cute little picnic that he planned out prior to landing in New York and he also took you to the skating rink in the middle of Times Square. Watching him fall on his ass multiple times made you come to the realization that maybe Mark wasn’t perfect at everything—but that didn’t matter. He was still flawless in your eyes; and it was one less activity for you to get jealous over.

The days seemed to fly by to both his and your dismay and soon, you and his family were just hours away from heading back to California. You deemed yourself old enough to say that leaving Mark had to be the hardest thing you have ever done so far in your entire life. You’ve never seen him cry so much before and you didn’t know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Sure, the idea of not having his family around really upset him; but the fact that he was no longer going to be able to see that breathtakingly beautiful smile of yours—nor would he get to hear your contagious in person really broke his heart. If it were up to him, he would’ve held you captive and prevented you from going on that six-hour plane ride home. His grip on your hand as you all drove over to the airport was tight while his face was hidden in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck—I made a mistake didn’t I?”

You gently pulled him away from your nape in order to look at him and you could’ve sworn you’ve never felt a pain in your chest like you did when you saw his eyes so swollen and red from all the tears he cried. Out of force of habit, you cupped both his cheeks and tried to give him the best fake smile you ever put on before.

“No, you didn’t make any mistake babe. If anything, this decision had to be one of the best ones you’ve made so far. Four years will be over before you know it. Trust me, you’ll be over the moon when you finally become a successful engineer and you’ll learn that it was all worth it.”

“Will it be worth it though? Leaving you—no longer physically being with you. Not being able to kiss these pretty lips of yours, not being able to hold you as much as I want to, not getting to hold these dainty little fingers of yours that seem to fit mind so effortlessly; like they were made for me. God y/n, I’m going to miss you so fucking much. I don’t think I can do this. I can’t live without you.”

The tears were practically burning at your eyelids. Then don’t. You wanted nothing more than for him to change his mind and those two little words were on the tip of your tongue—but it was too late. He was already registered; he had a jersey for all three sports teams he was going to be a part of. His dorm was filled with all his items—this was going to be his home for the next four years and you just had to accept it for what it was.

“This is your future Mark—“

“You’re my future baby. All I want—all I could ever need, for the rest of my life is you y/n. I’ve known it since I was seven years old and I’ll know it when we’re eighty. Promise me, we’ll be okay. Please. I know it’ll be hard; missing you is probably the only thing really fucking me over right now. I can’t promise you that things are going to stay the same between us as much as I would hope it could, but don’t give up on me. Okay? I love you y/n, more than I could ever fathom in to words. We’re going to be okay.”

His words from that night came back like a slap to the face. It was like they were taunting you. The two of you were definitely not okay. Although his college experience was off to a rough start, things seemed to fall in to place for your boyfriend during the second month. When football season began, he had something to do to take his mind off of how much his heart was longing to be with you.

You felt at ease knowing that he was finally getting used to being so far away and that he was actually enjoying his college escapades. He informed you on all the new friends he was making, how practices were longer and more grueling, how the campus food was nothing compared to his mom’s cooking and how people in New York would walk like they were on steroids.

If only you could say you were having as much of a fun time with school as he was. Junior year wasn’t all that you thought it would be—but you also blamed yourself for your disinterest in anything that didn’t regard your boyfriend. Your life revolved around Mark and it was something you never wanted to admit out loud in fear of sounding pathetic. What person in their right minds would spend the only free time they had sitting around with their phone in their hand, waiting for a call from their boyfriend? Only you apparently.

Your family were quick to pick up on how you were no longer yourself; everyone and their mothers were well aware of how much Mark meant to you and equally aware of how much you meant to him. The two of you were magnets; where you would go, he would follow. Nobody could separate the two of you even if they tried.

There was a gravitational pull between you and your boyfriend and everyone knew that his absence had to be the reason you were always so out of it. You might have been there physically; whether you were at school, hanging out with your friends or just sitting at dinner with your family—but mentally, you were with Mark.

Your mom was actually the one who talked you in to either getting a job or joining a club. Seeing as how you weren’t someone who liked to interact with anybody you didn’t really know on a personal level, you decided to go with the former and found yourself applying to many different jobs. Unlike a lot of your classmates who chose to work at coffee shops or at the state library, you accepted the job at a grocery store ten minutes away from your house.

It wasn’t the most ideal job, but you could use some extra money. The first day of work was pretty simple; it was more of an orientation to get you prepared for your next shift. Your manager went over what was expected of you as a cashier, how you were supposed to wear your uniform, where you could find items if customers were to come up and ask you for assistance and other necessary information about your responsibilities.

Right as you were packing up your things and preparing to head home for the day, it was then you walked in to the break room and noticed someone sitting on one of the couches. That someone just so happened to be one of the biggest pains in your ass.

“Jaebeom, what the hell are you doing here?”

When you first were introduced to him a little over five months ago, you didn’t think he was going to get under your skin like he has been for the last few weeks. In the first week of his arrival from Korea, your teacher gave you the responsibility of showing him around the school. Not only did you not feel as if you were personable enough to be the one to actually give a campus tour, you cringed at the idea of having to be alone with him.

At first, he attempted at small talk with you; he wanted to know what your favorite food was, how your high school experience was so far, if you were in any extracurricular activities and the kind of music you listened to. You decided to not give him the time of day and tried to limit any interactions with him specifically because you didn’t think Mark would be too fond at the idea of you befriending another guy. Especially one he wasn’t all that familiar with.

You also felt that there was a chance Jaebeom took a liking to you. Although you never really thought too highly of yourself nor did you want to assume that he had developed feelings for you, he always seemed so eager in wanting to talk to you. In fact, you had yet to see him try and pester anyone else the way he would with you. It was if he was picking on you purposely.

A part of you felt as if you were being extremely rude towards him; he was nothing but friendly and patient towards you and you were nothing but hostile with him. His kind personality only lasted for so long. When he realized that you had no intention on being friends with him, his considerate nature took a 360 degree turn.

Out of nowhere, his flirtatious compliments soon turned in to insults. He also started picking on you; throwing paper airplanes in your direction to get your attention, always selecting the good supplies before giving you a chance to and even hiding your things while you were away from the table. You knew you were at fault for his behavior; your hostility towards him when he was nothing but nice to you was unfair on your part. But you knew guys like Jaebeom—you had a feeling he was like most of the guys at your school. As much as you enjoyed hanging out with Mark’s friends, they obviously only chased after girls for sex.

Your boyfriend was the only one with genuine interest in relationships and being in love. Jaebeom didn’t seem at all different; it’s as if his aura screamed trouble and the last thing you needed was someone to meddle with your relationship in any way. The older boy looked up at you incredulously; he was wearing the uniform you were just given and he was sitting in the break room—obviously that meant he was an employee and you were well aware of that.

It was just that you had a hard time processing; or accepting rather the fact that you were going to be working alongside someone you considered an enemy. Out of all the places—why did he have to work at the same grocery store that you just got hired at? He already gave you so much stress at school, you could only imagine it was going to be worse now that he was your coworker. You found out in that same week that he was a stock member, so you wouldn’t have to deal with him at all which you were glad to say the least.

The less time you had to spend around him, the better. To your dismay, your contact with Mark went from a couple times a day to only once or twice a week if you were lucky. That wasn’t the worst part; the distance seemed to be getting in the way of everything. For the last three years in high school, you were good with keeping up your grades. You were also very good whenever it came to participation and answering any questions your teachers would ask you.

You didn’t realize just how unhappy and dejected you were until you and your parents were called in to the office by your counselor to talk about your grades. Not only were you failing two classes, you were one letter grade away from being on probation. Your parents wanted to be understanding; although you never involved anyone in to your relationship, they were well aware that your behavior was the subject of Mark’s absence and his failing to call and text you. You began to feel like he no longer loved you the way that he used to—the way you still did with him.

If he did, wouldn’t he use every minute of his free time, no matter how exhausted he was to talk with you? There were countless nights you’d stay up past midnight because it was the only time he’d be able to contact you. Here you were bending over backwards in order to even get a glimpse of him and yet—he couldn’t; or didn’t even think about doing the same for you and it sucked. It sucked because all your biggest nightmares were coming to life right before your eyes and there was nothing you could do about it. You couldn’t help but cry every time you thought about how he practically begged you to never give up on your relationship, no matter how hard it was.

Where was the boy who claimed to love you more than life itself? The same boy who would call you up at 2 in the morning just to cry over how much he missed going to sleep with you in his arms? Where was the boy who was willing to give up his entire college career if it meant being able to see you every day and who was this stranger who couldn’t care less about how you’ve been doing?

A part of you felt as if you wanted to confront Mark and tell him about how you felt, but you never got around to it because if he ever did get in contact with you, it was to complain about what he was suffering through or how his life was going. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be there for him; you were so grateful that Mark trusted you with all of his worries and problems, but you missed being able to do the same with him. You didn’t want to accept it, but your boyfriend no longer cared about you and it was a hard pill to swallow.

As irresponsible as it was for you to cry while at work, there was one day in particular that you just had enough. You stayed up the entire night before, contemplating your relationship with Mark and wondering if it was even worth fighting for anymore. Keeping up a long distance relationship was a team effort and you knew you were the only one putting in your heart and soul to make sure it wouldn’t fall apart.

Your manager had a feeling something was off with you that day as soon as she saw you walk in with your shoulders slumped and tear stains on your cheek. When you were ringing up customers, you had zero energy and you weren’t even trying to put on a fake smile—you just did not want to be there at all. Most of your friends felt like giving you your space even if they were extremely concerned with your well being. But they didn’t feel like there was anything they could do.

Your sister moved out of the house to live with her boyfriend a couple of months ago and both of your brothers were away at college. It was just you and your parents and even then, they would both work up until late. You felt so alone—and it wasn’t like you had Mark to run to. Everything in your life was falling apart and you were so unhappy. You loved Mark, more than you wanted to; and more than he deserved as of right now.

There was nothing more you wanted than to fly up to New York and knock some sense in to him—you also wanted to kiss him for as long as time permitted you to. Only one hour in to your shift, your manager pulled you to the side and asked you if everything was okay.

Honestly, you didn’t know how to respond. You were definitely not okay; nothing was okay. By the weary expression on your face, she knew something was wrong and instead of trying to force it out of you, she allowed you a fifteen-minute break just to take a little breather.

Sure, you have been working there for quite a while; but you didn’t want to take advantage of your manager’s kindness. She already had done so much for you; whether it was switching around your schedule so you could study for your midterms or finding someone to cover your shift if you called in sick so you didn’t have to, you knew she was an employer who genuinely cared about her employees and it was something you would be forever grateful for.

Once she told you to head to the back, you found yourself releasing the quietest whimper before you broke down in tears. You didn’t care whether or not someone were to walk in on you crying, everything was just too much for you to handle. Your chest felt tight and your throat grew sore with every sob. Why was all of this happening to you?

Just months ago, you were living out your best life. You had your entire family to come home to every day, your grades were almost perfect, you had both your friends and Mark’s friends to make you laugh and take your mind off of how difficult school could be but most importantly, you had Mark. You were so busy wallowing in self-pity that you failed to notice that you were no longer the only person in the break room.

You felt Jaebeom before you saw him. He glided his hand gently along your back as a way to get you to slow down your heaving. When he noticed that you leaned back in to his comforting touch, he took that as a sign to hold you even closer—and he did. Jaebeom had brought you on to his lap and began to run his fingers through your hair while rocking you back and forth.

Although he knew he was getting in to dangerous territory; there was no way he could just let you cry by yourself. There was a chance you would be mad at him for taking advantage of you while you were in such a vulnerable state, but he didn’t care. He’d accept whatever you were to throw at him once you realized what he did to help console you.

What you weren’t aware of, was that he did in fact have a crush on you. It may have been a suspicion on your part, but it was true—and he made it painfully obvious that he liked you. On his first day when your science teacher had him sit with you, he was captivated by your beauty. Sure, Jaebeom has seen many pretty girls in his lifetime, but something about you stood out to him and he could explain what it was because he didn’t know himself.

However, when your teacher had you bring him around the school—take him to his classes, show him where all the important buildings and offices were; he learned that you were a no nonsense kind of person. You were also very bold and blunt; something he wasn’t used to in a girl. Maybe that’s why he liked you so much. Unlike other girls, you hardly ever batted an eye to him nor did you appear to desire his attention. It wasn’t something he was used to; Jaebeom was always well-known and well-liked by his peers.

In the few months he’s been at your school for, he grew to be a crowd favorite. Everyone in your junior class either wanted to be him, be friends with him or date him. You however, wanted nothing to do with him and something about that made him all the more interested in you. He didn’t know why, but seeing you cry made his chest feel heavy. He had no idea why you were so upset, but he wanted to beat up whoever it was that made you cry.

Even if it wasn’t towards him, he’d observe the way you were such a bright and bubbly person whether it was with customers, your fellow classmates or your teachers. It was a bit of a stretch to desire a friendship with you, but he at least wanted to be civil. Jaebeom wasn’t going to lie, he got a kick out of teasing you and doing things he knew would get a rise out of you, but it was his only way of really getting to interact with you and he was going to take whatever he could get. When he realized you were no longer crying, he decided it would be best to get you off of his lap. You shocked both yourself and Jaebeom when you stopped his movements and cuddled in to his chest even closer.

“Wait—just a couple more minutes. Please?”

You didn’t know what came over you in that moment; whether it was because you were lonely and felt as if you had no one, or because this was the first time in a long time that someone held you in such a comforting way, but you didn’t want him to let go. You couldn’t help feeling as if it was wrong; being held by another guy who wasn’t your boyfriend—you knew Mark wouldn’t be all too happy if he were to find out that you were the one who wanted to continue being held by Jaebeom, but you weren’t able to find it in yourself to care.

The two of you stayed like that until Jaebeom told you he had to clock in, but once the two of you got up from off the ground, he pulled you against his chest and held you ever so gently. This was the first time you ever felt anything other than disgust for him and it actually felt pretty nice. He could’ve have just left you there; he could’ve allowed you to cry all by yourself and honestly he should have with the crude way you’ve been treating him, but he didn’t. You were evidently hurting and Jaebeom came to your rescue.

From that day on, your friendship with the kind-heartened boy blossomed immensely. Instead of hiding in one of your classes or in the back of your school library for lunch, you were now meeting Jaebeom in the courtyard. It took you a while to come to accept it, but being around Jaebeom felt like a breath of fresh air. Although his presence didn’t completely take your mind off of your failing relationship and what was barely left of it, he did make you laugh with some of the corniest jokes and he also brought you some of his mom’s homemade strawberry milk.

The longer you were friends with him, the more you learned that he was the complete opposite of what you thought he was. First, he was the biggest momma’s boy. Well—other than Mark, but being an only child, Jaebeom was always clingy and overprotective when it came to his mom. He wasn’t embarrassed to answer her calls if he were around you and one day, he brought you over to her café in order to let you try a few of her other concoctions. He was also a huge cat lover.

He was the proud father to five different cats he all adopted from the humane society. The fact that surprised you the most though; was that he was a b-boy dancer. He didn’t give off the vibes of being passionate for dance, but at the same time you didn’t think he was capable of taking care of anyone but himself—let alone five cats. You didn’t want to believe that there was anyone else for you other than your boyfriend—nor did you think you harbored any romantic feelings for Jaebeom; but at the same time, your chest would feel empty every time he would drop you home.

You wanted to believe that the love you had for Mark was enough to fight off the feelings you assumed were growing for the boy in question. It wasn’t until he called you outside of your house on a Saturday with a bouquet of roses in his right hand and a teddy bear in his left. You would never be able to forget how shy and flustered he looked; you never thought you’d see the day Im Jaebeom’s cheeks would be flushed with pink—it was even harder to process that you were the reason.

“Hey—I uh—would you maybe want to—I was wondering if you and I could—Junior prom?”

Shit. You were too focused on everything else going on in your life that you failed to remember than prom was in less than a month. Honestly; you didn’t really care about going. Mark never asked you about it and when you tried to bring it up to him one night, he told you he would be busy on that day so you ultimately decided you wouldn’t go.

There really wasn’t any point in going anyway; you were hardly close with anyone in your year and you didn’t want to waste hundreds of dollars on a night where you’d be alone and miserable. Plus, you already got to experience both Junior and Senior prom with Mark. Both nights were too amazing to even describe. Mark never failed to compliment how beautiful he thought you looked; in fact, most of the night was spent with him staring at you in awe of your beauty. There was no way you would be able to go to prom without tearing up over how much has changed in less than a year.

A year ago, Mark rented out a hotel room for the two of you to return back to once prom was finished and you knew exactly what his plans were for the rest of the night once he pressed you up against the elevator mirror and kissed you with all the energy he could muster. Even if you weren’t really in the mood to go, you didn’t have it in you to tell Jaebeom no.

Knowing the kind of guy he was, you were sure it took a lot for him to build enough courage to ask you such a nerve-wrecking question. The two of you may have been friends; but that didn’t necessarily mean you would want to go with him. As soon as he saw the small smile that he was falling for faster than he’d like to admit rise upon your face while you nodded your head in agreement, he returned back an even bigger and toothier grin. He was quick to hand you the gifts and pulled you in to his warm embrace before your mind could really process what was happening.

“I like you a lot y/n. Would you be my girlfriend?”

Hearing those words made your head spin. At this point, you were confident that Jaebeom liked you. He was so sophisticated and chic around anyone else but to you, he would conform in to the smallest little baby. He was so soft for you and followed you around like a lost puppy. You’d be stupid if you didn’t think there was even the smallest chance that he liked you.

Seeing him with such hopefulness in his eyes broke your heart; your relationship may not have been what it used to be, but there was no way you would ever cheat on Mark—nor did you want to give up on him just yet. You were waiting—what for, you had no idea. But there was a tiny voice in your head begging you not to give up on him just yet. You wanted to believe that one day soon, he would realize exactly what he was doing to you. He would realize how he was breaking your heart and if he didn’t hurry up and get his shit together, he would lose you completely.

“Jaebeom, I’m so sorry—I can’t—I—I have a boyfriend.”

When you watched his face practically drop at your confession, you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Why didn’t you say something earlier? How could you lead him on like this? He was nothing but caring and thoughtfull; everything Jaebeom did was to make you happy. Something that only your boyfriend should be worrying about.

You didn’t feel like you needed to tell him everything about yourself nor did you feel as though that information was all that important. Yet—you couldn’t help but feel as though there was another reason as to why you didn’t tell him. You didn’t think it was because you didn’t want him knowing you were in a relationship just in case he did have feelings for you.

So what was the real reason? His frown was quick to disappear and you felt as if you’ve known the older boy long enough to distinguish his real smiles from the fake ones. The smile he was currently giving you did not reach his eyes. You wanted to reach out to him and give him a hug—but you would only be giving him more confusing signals.

“Jaebeom—“

“No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it okay? I should have expected it. There was no way someone so beautiful with such a charismatic and gracious personality was single. Please know that I won’t let my feelings for you get in the way of our friendship okay? Your boyfriend is a very lucky guy; I hope he knows that. I’ll see you on Monday, have a nice day.”

That was the first time you ever cried over someone who wasn’t Mark. Your heart hurt from Jaebeom. It was evident that he wasn’t a relationship kind of guy; nor did he seem to be the kind of person who would buy flowers for someone but he did so—for you. Jaebeom was changing his ways in order to impress you—to be the lucky guy who got to be the one who called you his. But that position has been taken for over ten years now and there was a battle going on between your mind and your heart on whether you wanted to continue your relationship or if you wanted to take a break from it.

That following Monday; you could tell Jaebeom was trying his best to show that the rejection wasn’t affecting him in anyway, but he was only human. You were the first girl ever that he fell head over heels for; so it was a lot for him not only to face rejection, but to hear the reason as to why. He wasn’t as talkative nor did he really show interest in anything at all. You even tried to come up with all kinds of conversations about topics you knew he was heavily interested in, but all your efforts failed.

You broke Im Jaebeom.

Thankfully, things didn’t stay awkward between the two of you for too long. If the only way he could have you in his life was as a friend, he was going to take it. Prom night finally arrived and you knew you should have been excited, but you couldn’t wait to get it over with. You didn’t even tell Mark that you decided to go—you didn’t think he would care anyway. It was disheartening for you to come to the realization that your relationship was causing you more anguish and pain than it was excitement and adoration.

When did Mark grow tired of having to put effort in to your relationship? When did he realize that you were the last thing he should be worrying about? When did he stop loving you? As much as you didn’t want to think or even believe that your boyfriend fell out of love with you, there was no other explanation as to why he’s been acting the way he has towards you. Sometimes, you felt that the only reason why Mark continued to stay in the relationship was because it was convenient for him. Your relationship continued for a span of a decade.

You were all he has known for the last ten years. You’ve seen it all; the good, the bad and the ugly. The idea of starting over with someone else, having to get used to someone else must’ve been troublesome. While you got ready for your prom, you were quick to pick up on your mom’s unusual behavior.

She was constantly texting someone on her phone and she motioned for your dad to walk over to where she was so she could show him what was making her so animated. You wanted to think it was because she was just excited that you agreed to go to prom, but something in your gut told you there was more to her exuberant exterior. You were just getting the finishing touches of your makeup done when the doorbell rang and your mom wasted no time making her way downstairs.

“Y/n! Jaebeom is here, and he’s looking especially handsome today!”

Your parents were aware of your friendship with the older boy and they seemed to approve of him. They were fond of the idea that he took care of you in the way Mark always did when he was still in California. You decided to leave out the fact that he liked you just in case it caused any unnecessary drama. After you finished putting on your dress and your heels, you started heading down to the living room and you could’ve sworn your heart rate increased as soon as your eyes landed on him.

Everyone with good eyesight could see that Jaebeom was exceptionally good-looking. You actually hated just how handsome he really was; but seeing him with his hair slicked back, wearing a suit and tie was all the more breathtaking. You didn’t think it was possible he could get any more handsome than he already was. When his eyes landed on you, his eyes widened in shock and you even saw his jaw drop a little bit. His stunned reaction was making you feel things you know you shouldn’t have been.

“Wow y/n you look—wow—“

You giggled softly as you playfully pinched his cheek as a way to prevent him from seeing the effect his words were having on you. “Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself. Shall we get going?”

He placed your corsage on your wrist and gave you his arm to hold while saying goodbye to both your parents. Jaebeom in more or less words, was the perfect gentleman. From the moment you both arrived to the hotel, he opened every single door for you, pulled out your chair for you and helped lift your dress to prevent it from dragging.

As amazing as the night had been so far, you despised the fact that you wished it was Mark there with you instead of Jaebeom; but it was only human of you to do so. No matter how much hell he was currently putting you through, you would rather go through the ends of the earth to be with him than to go to heaven with anyone else.

When your date excused himself to the bathroom, you decided to go on your phone until he was too come back. Right as you saw that you got a text notification, curiosity got the best of you since the only people who would get in contact with you these days were your parents, your siblings and Jaebeom. At first, you just assumed it was your sister wishing you a good time or your mom reminding you to watch your step. However, your heart both fluttered and sank when you finally opened up the message and saw who it was from.

Babe: Hey, are you free right now? Can we talk? 9:23 p.m.

You wanted to laugh hysterically. Out of all the times he could contact you, it had to be the night of your prom. A night where you were supposed to have fun and enjoy your last year and a half in high school. Was he really being serious right now? You wanted to leave his message on read; you told him that you were going to prom and you were sure he must’ve seen a couple of posts on social media from some of his friends in your grade that he still kept in touch with. But your heart was dying to hear what he had to say.

For some reason, you thought it was something negative. Those three words never led to anything good. Was he finally feeling the distance between the two of you? Was it suffocating him as it was slowly killing you? You didn’t know what he was going to tell you, but you couldn’t let it wait.

You: Sure, let me just go outside real quick. 9:24 p.m.

You decided to send Jaebeom a quick message that you needed to make a phone call so that he didn’t worry about your sudden disappearance. Once you made your way outside, you gave yourself a few seconds to recollect your thoughts. The last time you had a conversation with him that lasted for longer than five minutes was almost two weeks ago. It was currently almost summertime, yet the temperature was in the low sixties, so you began to rub alongside your arms to keep warm. After taking in a deep breath, you pulled up his contact and dialed his number.

“Hey baby. How are you?”

You absentmindedly rolled your eyes at his question. What did he care? How you’ve been no longer seemed to matter to him for over four months now, so what was so different about tonight? “I’m fine. What is it that you wanted to talk about? I’m kind of busy right now.”

You didn’t mean to come off so coldly, but you were just so frustrated with the entire situation and you were anticipating something negative to fall from his lips.

“Aw shit—I forgot. Tonight is your junior prom right? Damnit—if it’s any consolation baby, you look so fucking beautiful.”

You were confused at his compliment; when did he get a chance to see you? Since you weren’t all too excited for tonight, you didn’t really post anything—nor did you feel the need to send him any pictures. Maybe your mom sent him photos of you or something. Right as you were about to respond, there were two hands that lightly covered your eyes.

You knew exactly who it was without even having to guess; these were the hands you’ve held for more than half of your life. The same hands that would wipe away any tears that would fall from your eyelids. Mark. He spun you around and immediately placed a searing kiss upon your lips before you could even say or do anything.

“Hi baby, missed me?” Seeing him for the first time in almost five months should have been more thrilling, yet when you looked at him, you felt nothing. No butterflies, no sparks, no increasing of your heart rate—nothing. When you looked at him, you didn’t see the love of your life.

The boy in front of you held no familiarity at all. You wanted to react; you wanted to cry—to wrap your arms around him and kiss him all around his handsome face. You wanted to go in to detail about how much you’ve missed him and how these last five months without him were extremely difficult—but nothing came out. You could tell by his furrowed brows and the way he was biting his lip that he wasn’t expecting such an emotionless reaction from you.

“What are you doing here Mark?”

He frowned. Mark had a feeling he was being such an asshole towards you for the last few months. He knew the distance between the two of you was all his fault. It was killing him as much as it was with you. What you didn’t know, was that he took on a job in order to make some money for a trip back home—to see you. To say he was tired was an understatement.

If he wasn’t at school, he was at work. If he wasn’t at work, he was at practice and the only time he had to rest was right before bed. There was no excuse for not reaching out to you more often; honestly all he wanted to do was to call you and see what you were up to. That’s why all your calls were so short. He didn’t care what the two of you talked about or how long the conversation lasted, he just wanted to hear your voice. It was what kept him going.

No matter how hard college was for him, he knew he was going to get to see you again soon. If only he knew what his absence was going to do to your relationship; then he would’ve just asked his parents to pay for his flight home but it was a pride thing. Mark hated having to depend on people. He was independent from the day he could walk. Your reaction was the complete opposite of what he was expecting, but it wasn’t exactly unexpected.

“I wanted to surprise you. Listen, I can explain why I haven’t been so involved in our relationship these days and I’m really sorry y/n. I’ve been such a jerk and you really don’t deserve that but—“

“I think we need to take a break.”

You couldn’t even look at him; you were sure the two hours of makeup that the makeup artist work so hard on would get ruined if you were to see his reaction. It took you a long time to come to that decision; not once in your ten years of knowing him and loving him for would you have ever thought you would want to take a break from him. You never wanted to be away from Mark—ever. But he was never around anyway and waiting on him only interfered with what was going on in your life. It was also taking a huge toll on your mental health and you no longer wanted to give him that power anymore.

“Y/n, you don’t mean that. Baby you’re just mad and you have every right to be. But please, hear me out—“ You let out a scoff of disbelief.

“Hear you out? All I ever seem to do is hear you out Mark. Everything is always about you! Go check your messages. It’s always me—I’m always the one reaching out to you. I’m always the one initiating the calls, I’m the one staying up till the wee hours of the morning and going to school so exhausted just so I can talk to you. I—I can’t help but feel as though you fell out of love with me. Don’t get me wrong, your happiness, your health and your well-being is all I care about. But you don’t seem to give two shits about me or anything that goes on in my life Mark. I got a new job—I tried to tell you, but I never get any word in before you have to leave for school or for practice. I’m also on probation—my grades are shit right now and if I don’t get my act together, they’re going to hold me back an entire year and guess what Mark—it’s all your fault. I’m tired Mark. I can’t keep doing this anymore.”

“So that’s it? You’re going to give up all these years—these wonderful, amazing and unfathomably perfect years together because you’re being stubborn and refuse to hear me out? You’re giving up on us so easily y/n! You claimed that I fell out of love with you—you and I both know I am still so madly in love with you and I’m always going to be in love with you Damnit! What happened to all our plans huh? What happened to forever? You and I are soulmates y/n—did you forget that?”

“Of course I didn’t Mark—but don’t you dare play the victim in this. Our relationship is no longer what it used to be. I tried so hard—so fucking hard to get it back to what it used to be but each and every single one of my efforts went to shit because you obviously don’t think anything is wrong. I’m dying Mark. This relationship is going to be the death of me. I’m unhappy Mark. I haven’t been happy in such a long time. I’ve missed you so fucking much—“

“I’m here now baby. Fuck y/n I’m so fucking sorry baby. Please—please, please—let me fix this. I can fix this. I’m not letting you go this easy—fuck I’m never letting you go y/n. Get it through that thick head of yours. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.”

You hesitantly brought your hand up to cup his cheek and released a gentle breath of relief when you felt him lean in to your palm. You grazed his bottom lip with your thumb before leaving a chaste kiss against his lips. Your heart was begging you to hear him out—stupid heart. Such a stupid—stupid heart.

In his eyes, you could see the little boy who added an extra red piece in the slot when you weren’t looking so that you could win connect four against him. The same boy who gave you his shoes to wear as he walked with just socks on because he saw how much pain your heels caused you at his junior prom. There was not a doubt in your mind that Mark loved you even if you kept trying to convince yourself that he didn’t.

The love he had for you was still there. It just wasn’t as fierce or as strong as it used to be. You wanted to deepen the kiss; you loved kissing Mark. There was nothing you missed more than having his pretty lips meld perfectly with yours—but you knew if you were to kiss him, your entire speech about going on a break was going to be for nothing. You rested your head against his chest before placing a gentle kiss right below his jaw.

“I love you Mark. I truly believe I was made for loving you and I’m always going to love you. I have every intention to getting married to you, starting a family with you and spending the rest of my life with you. But right now, I think we need some time apart in order to find ourselves again. I lost myself loving you Mark—I gave you everything and you took it all without hesitance until there was nothing left. I need to learn to live without you Mark. I’m not giving up on us—I’m just doing what I feel is going to bring us back to each other again. You are my person Mark Tuan and I’m yours.”

The two of you stood there for what felt like hours. His grips were tight on your waist and you began to tear up as soon as his chest began to heave against yours. You knew he was crying and you weren’t actually expecting any kind of emotion out of him; you were still so shocked to hear him grow angry with your decision. When you looked up at him and saw his eyes were now bloodshot red and filled with tears; you were ultimately regretting your decision. You wiped a tears away with your fingers and pecked his nose lovingly.

“Don’t cry baby. In due time, we’ll be fine.”

You were selfish; you were the one pushing him away, yet you still wanted as much time with Mark as you possibly could get. You didn’t know just how long it would take for you to heal, so you wanted to cherish this moment while you still could. Unfortunately, your little reunion with Mark was interrupted and you had a bad feeling that things were right about to go downhill.

“Hey y/n, they’re going to start announcing the king and queen did you want to—oh—uh—hey man, you must be Mark. Nice to meet you.”

Mark’s grip on your waist tightened as his jaw clenched; yeah—this wasn’t going to end well. Mark was the definition of a jealous boyfriend. One time, he almost ended up twisting BamBam’s arm when the younger boy made a joke about how you were in the bedroom. He was extremely protective and territorial over you—but since he’s been absent, he had yet to hear about who this guy was that seemed to know who he was.

His eyes landed on Jaebeom’s tie and how it matched your dress perfectly. It only made him wonder—who exactly was this guy to you and why were you at the prom with him?

“Jaebeom, do you think you could go inside? I’ll be right there.”

He looked at your worried expression then noticed how both of Mark’s fists were balled at his sides. Jaebeom wasn’t stupid; he wasn’t all that bright when it came to his studies, but he could tell that you weren’t as happy as you played yourself off to be. Seeing how tense you and Mark both were, he couldn’t help but feel that your boyfriend was the reason.

As much as he wanted to call Mark out for making you cry so much these days, it wasn’t his place to do so. He was just your friend and if he wanted it to stay that way, he knew it was best to keep his mouth shut. You relaxed when you saw him nod in agreement before walking back inside of the ballroom.

“Mark, I think it’s time for me to head back—“

“Him. Is he the reason why you’re leaving me? Did you fall in love with him? Did you cheat on me y/n? Did you get lonely while I was away—working my fucking ass off at a job I hate in order to save enough money so I could come and see you?—“

“Mark, stop. You know it’s not like that—“

“Needed another dick to keep you satisfied while I was away? Is that what it is? What—did he say all these nice things about you to get you to fall for him? What is it y/n? What’s so good about him huh? What does he have that I’m lacking—“

“ENOUGH! Don’t you dare accuse me of cheating on you. You and I both know I would never EVER do such a fucking thing. My heart—this pathetic heart and what’s left of it, my mind, my spirit, my body—you own it all. How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want anyone else but you for you to get it through your fucking head? Stop trying to play the victim Mark! You’re at fault here! Accept it! Jaebeom is just a friend—he was here for me when I had nobody. I had no friends—my siblings are all out of the house—my parents are gone all the time and my boyfriend only calls me when he wants to—when it’s convenient for him. Jaebeom is a genuine friend Mark. You should be happy that I had him to keep me sane. Instead of wondering who he is to me, you should be focused on what you are to me. Good night Mark.”

Jaebeom tried his best to cheer you up in any way possible, but he could tell by your body language alone that you just wanted to go home. He didn’t hear what happened after he left, but the curiosity was eating away at him. However, you already looked so distraught—he didn’t want to add on to it. You felt bad for Jaebeom—this was just as much his prom night as much as it was yours and now you ruined it for the both of you. What you could use was a three-month long nap. When Jaebeom dropped you home, he placed a soft kiss on your cheek before wiping a tear from your face that you didn’t even know fell.

“I don’t know what happened earlier and I don’t expect you to tell me. But just know I’ll be ready to listen whenever you’re ready to talk.”

You didn’t know what it is that you did to deserve such an amazing friend like Jaebeom—if someone were to put you through what you’ve been putting him through since the day you met him, you would’ve dropped that person completely. But here he was—so understanding—so willing to give up and sacrifice anything for your happiness. You made a mental note to make it up to him once you were mentally ready to do anything.

Your parents were shocked beyond words to see you coming back alone—they actually didn’t expect you to come home at all knowing that Mark was going to surprise you. They actually conspired with Mark to go and surprise you at the hotel because they’ve noticed how broken you’ve been for the last few months and they were hoping that seeing him again would get you in a better mood. Your mom was about to approach you, but it was evident that you just wanted to go to sleep.

Only three days in to your break with Mark did you realize you may have made a brief lapse of judgement. Sure, it was as if nothing has changed. You were already used to not hearing from him; but now that you knew the two of you currently were not a couple, it made things all the more difficult. Minutes felt like hours, hours felt like days and days felt like months. Waking up felt like a chore; you missed him like crazy.

Even if you only heard from him on his time, it was better than not hearing from him at all. Exactly one month after that heartbreaking night at your prom, you found yourself on a plane to New York. Once school was out for the summer, you found yourself at the grocery store almost every single day in order to make enough money to afford a round-trip plane ticket to see Mark with the hopes of mending your broken relationship. In this last month, you came to the realization that you were willing to have Mark in your life even if it was only once or twice a week; it was better than not having him at all.

“A105, A106, A107—A108. Here goes nothing.”

You were afraid that in the last month, Mark could have realized that maybe this break should be a permanent decision. He hasn’t tried to get in touch with you once since your prom night nor did he try to visit you once while he was still in California—but then again, you couldn’t blame him. He was giving you the space you asked for; now, you were hoping and praying he was going to open the door and welcome you with open arms. You knocked a few times and it felt as though you were about to throw up your heart. When you had yet to hear a response, you reached forward to knock again. When the door finally opened, the person behind it wasn’t who you were hoping it would be.

“Y/n?”

#got7 imagines #mark tuan #mark tuan imagines #got7 #got7 mark

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cannibalcreepers · 4 years ago

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Hilliker brothers (separate if that’s okay) losing their S/o like dying? There is no angst for these boys 🤠

Wow, that’s so cruel. I like the way you think 😏😘

As we’ve seen losing one of their own is quite a painful experience for the Hilliker/Odets 😊

I gave the s/o three different deaths, I hope you like them 🥰

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Saw-Tooth:

You’d never thought you’d ever get to see this scowling man cry in your lifetime, it’s not dramatic or loud, just silent tears rolling down his dirty scarred cheeks as he stares at your face.

You had jumped one of the victims you and the boys were hunting, tackling the woman to the ground and proceeded to stab the shit out of her with your knife, what you didn’t realize was that she was not alone and suddenly you had a spear pierced through your chest from another woman that had snuck up behind you.

The two escaped while you were kneeling on the ground, holding the part of the spear that was sticking through your chest, blood spilling onto the forest floor as you gasped out, the shock of it all was what delayed the searing hot white pain that soon spread across your body.

You tried to concentrate on just breathing, heart thumping in your ears and sight becoming blurry from the tears forming and dripping from your lashes.

You had not heard the loud crunching of sticks and leaves from hasty footsteps coming your way, one large hand grabbing your shoulder and another cupping your cheek, forcing you to look at the scraggly panicked stricken Saw-Tooth who was making unintelligible whines and grunts, your eyelids becoming heavy and mouth agape as blood drooled out and down you chin, you wanted to say his name so badly but your body just wanted to sleep, it was so tired and sore.

There was nothing the large man could do to help you, you were not like them, you couldn’t take such damage to your body, you couldn’t heal like him and it was ripping at his heart. All he could do was break the ends of the spear so he could pull you close to his body, completely forgetting about the two escaping victims, Three-Fingers and One-Eye could find them, right now all he wanted was to look at your beautiful face.

Though he never showed his affection at times, he adored you so much, the longer you were around him and his family the more you grew on him and the more attached he became, you meant so much to him and his brothers, he loved you. It was a silent moment, holding you close to his chest and letting his face become wet from tears, stroking your cheek gently until you finally closed your eyes and went limp.

Saw-Tooth would sit there for a long time holding your corpse, he felt empty and broken, it wouldn't be until his brothers found you both would he let your body be held by One-Eye and Three-Fingers to mourn over.

While the other two brothers take their time grieving, Saw-Tooth had a date with the now captured person who was responsible for your death and all he could now see was red.

One-Eye:

You have no idea why you did what you did, the three boys can take a hit as though a fly had just bumped into them, so being shot at was nothing to such a big guy like One-Eye, well as long as it was not a bullet between the eyes then they just brush off stabs and shots like they were nothing.

So now here you were, cursing yourself for jumping between One-Eye and a man who had shot at him, taking the bullets for him instead. All parties were shocked at your brazen stupidity, though One-Eye thought you very brave as well, he still let out a horrendous loud wail as he ran towards you, arms catching your body when it stumbled and collapsed from the fact it took three bullets.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Baby I’m so sorry” Was all you could sputter out, your hands shaking from the utter shock your body was currently going under, the man who had shot at you now running through the trees like the coward he was, leaving you in One-Eyes arms. The large man was a sputtering mess, breathing heavily and whining just as loudly as his hands shook, hovering over the oozing bullet wounds, unsure of what he should do, his brain too muddled and scared to think clearly.

This was definitely not the way you wanted to go, you would have liked to either die old with the three cannibals or at least died in a cool way, but it seemed being shot at was what was happening right now. The bullets had pierced through your lungs and abdomen, breathing was starting to become harder as you gasped and began coughing up blood and saliva, gripping onto One-Eyes arm as your head began to feel light and clammy.

The Hilliker man had to get you back home, it was so far but he had to try, slipping his arms under your body he picked you up bridal style and began trudging his way through the trees, but you knew it was too far away and you could feel the dread creeping up your body. Shakily you reached up to stroke his cheek, smiling as you whispered to him “It’s ok…...it’s ok….I love you baby boy…” Was your last words to One-Eye, as he slowed to a stop and collapsed to the ground with you still held tightly to his chest. It really didn’t help he was crushing you and the jolt of him going down made things more painful but you forgave his inability to be gentle in such a situation and cupped his cheeks to lean in for a kiss. You smeared blood over his lips and chin from your weak sloppy kisses but One-Eye didn’t care, he just wanted you, he wanted you to be okay, he wanted you to be smiling and laughing, to kiss him forever and to never stop.

That was it though, you wheezed out your last breath and went heavy in his arms, limp and still, your body now covered in bruises from how he gripped onto you. He slumped back onto his ass to rock back and forth whilst holding you, tucking your head under his chin and stroking your soft hair. His wails and cries were loud enough to attract his brothers to see what the noise was about, it was an utter mess.

He wouldn’t let go of your body for weeks, he would allow his two brothers to hold you as well but he didn’t want you leaving his sight.

Three-Fingers:

Your death was quick, almost painless, for you that was. Had you survived you would have thought yourself stupidly foolish, how could you run into one of your own damn traps!

You had just avoided a decapitation from prey that you and Three-Fingers were hunting and you swung back hard enough to slam your axe into their skull. A cheer left from your lips as you bounced up and down excited at being able to take down such a large man, turning around to see an even more excited Three-Fingers who was giggling up a storm.

The happy occasion didn’t last long once you took your first step towards the scrawny cannibal, his expression went from excited giddiness to utter shock and fear as you stepped on a wire and a loud crack noise echoed through the area.

Your whole body jolted, a gasp left from your lips and that was it. The last thing you saw was Three-Fingers running towards you with such panic before everything went black and you were no more.

Three-Fingers had seen and done horrendous things before but what he witnessed was mortifying, there your beautiful self was just finishing off some little piggy man who had been hiking in the mountains and now...now gorgeous you was in four different pieces on the ground. The wires had sliced through your lovely skin, cutting up your clothing and welting up red lines as blood was exposed to the air. Your body split and the loud thump of your head smacking onto the ground and your body slowly sliding apart from each other, strings of blood and gore being stretched until your different parts slumped and collapsed.

The wailing screech that came from the youngest Hilliker brother echoed through the forest as he watched you fall apart in front of his eyes, falling to his knees and crawling to your pieces, shakily reaching out to stroke your now decapitated head staring up at nothing.

The contraption was the large body slicer the both of you had worked on months ago, he felt like a fool for not remembering where it was placed, how he didn’t stop you in time from stepping into it. Three-Fingers could only whine and sputter as he grabbed all your body pieces as though he was trying to pull you back together, pulling your limp, squishy body against his body and pressed his face into your ruined chest, bloody and hot organs spilling from your body only made him squeal and moan in horror even more, his body and arms being covered in your blood.

It would take a while for him to pull himself back together, his long nose covered in blood, snot and tears, wiping it along his sleeve and taking a large ugly sniff. He would close your eyes and place a gentle long kiss on your lips before collecting your body parts and began his trip back to the hut.

It was going to be difficult showing his brothers what had happened to you, for once in his life he felt a heavy guilt in his heart.

Aftermath altogether:

They’d never eat your body, if there was even a body left over. If in one piece, they would preserve your corpse for as long as they possibly could, always holding your body's hand, stroking your cheek or touching your hair. If in separate pieces, they would attempt to sew you back together or preserve what they could, but your head would definitely be placed somewhere visible. They don't care if your body stank up their hut, until you turn to dust you would be kept either sitting on your specific chair or on your bed, where they could always see you.

#ANGST well I hope it was #I had fun with this one #I would assume s/o has been with them long enough to be an equal part of the family #and that whole family can not handle losing a member at all #they are a wailing crazy mess when someone they love dies #very much violent but sweet and sad #they would just wanna hold you forever and not let go #wrong turn #hilliker brothers #angst prompt thingy yay

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manage-mischief · 4 years ago

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Number 4, Privet Drive

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Summary: Today is Harry's 5th birthday, and his godfathers have a surprise in store. AU: In which Sirius Black and Remus Lupin raise Harry, and Number 4 Privet Drive is his happy place.

Notes: Enjoy a little bit of hastily-written wolfstar fluff in honor of Harry Potter's birthday. There’s also a little nod to my other series, Regulus Black and the Darkest Shadows, if you squint ;)

Disclaimer: I do not how Harry Potter.

It was a sweltering, sunny July day. Residents of Privet Drive peaked out of their open windows—on the pretense of getting a bit of fresh air—to try and catch a glimpse of the curious commotion emanating from the equally-curious inhabitants of house number 4. The exterior of Number 4, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, was unremarkable. It was a carbon copy of the other homes on the block, which was a carbon copy of the other blocks in the town. However, the residents of Privet Drive knew that the happenings inside of this particular house were by no means ordinary.

On this day, inside the quaint, unremarkable house, two young men were standing near the fireplace mantle, hanging a green and purple banner. The darker-haired man—whose long, unruly locks and rebellious style unnerved the neighbors—was standing precariously on a chair. The lighter-haired man, whose face was friendly, though covered with a multitude of nasty scars, was spotting his partner, ensuring that he didn’t fall.

“No, just a little higher…” Sirius, the darker-haired man, grunted, stretching and climbing higher to fix the banner.

“Ouch, Sirius, that was my head!” Remus, the lighter-haired man, cried indignantly as his partner stepped onto his skull.

“Whoops sorry, Moons…just a little bit higher…there! Perfect!” Sirius hopped down from his perch and stepped back to admire his work. Remus rubbed his head.

“Honestly, Sirius, Harry wouldn’t have cared if the banner was a bit crooked. He’s only 5!”

Sirius shook his head firmly. “No. Everything’s going to be perfect for my little Pronglet’s special day. Are you trying to ruin Harry’s birthday, Remus?”

Remus rolled his eyes. “Now, you know that’s not fair. I would never—”

“Great,” interrupted Sirius. “So, you’ll help me finish the decorations? Reg’ll be back with Harry from the zoo in about half an hour.”

Sirius wrapped his arms around his partner from behind and planted a kiss on his cheek. Remus chuckled.

“Of course, love.”

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Before Remus Lupin and Sirius Black had moved in, Number 4 Privet Drive had belonged to a man named Dursley and his wife. The Dursleys were perfectly ordinary—if bit rude—and fit in very well with the monotonous existence of Privet Drive. However, on Halloween night of 1981, life on Privet Drive had been changed forever.

The Dursleys had received into their care their nephew, a little orphaned baby boy by the name of Harry Potter. The Dursleys had not wanted Harry Potter. Within days, it became clear to everyone living on the block that they were not properly caring for the boy. An eccentric old woman named Arabella Figg had blown up in their living room, berating the family for their mistreatment of the boy. The neighbors had watched the argument through the cracks in their curtains. When Mrs. Figg had gone, most of the neighbors had gone to bed, whispering back and forth to their families about the strange situation. Drama did not often occur on Privet Drive.

The next day, two young men appeared on the Dursleys’ doorstep. The men entered Number 4. Two hours later, the Dursleys left it. Sans Harry. It was clear to every resident of Little Whinging that these men did not belong. They were young, loud, and often spoke of unusual words and people and places. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black quickly became the talk of the town. Even after four years of peaceful living, most of the neighbors on Privet Drive still eavesdropped every chance they got, hoping from some tantalizing clue as to what made these two men so particularly peculiar.

Remus Lupin was quite aware of the talk surrounding himself and his little family. He didn’t much mind. When he and his partner, Sirius, had been informed of the mistreatment occurring at the hands of the Dursleys, they had no choice but to pack up everything and move into the Muggle neighborhood. That was their ultimatum, according to Dumbledore. Harry Potter must remain living in connection with his mother’s blood. The Dursleys still owned the deed to Number 4 Privet Drive. But, Sirius Black had offered them a large sum of money to leave their house, and their nephew, in his care. Thus, Remus and Sirius, the two adult wizards, settled into domestic living with their best friend’s orphaned son. Remus and Sirius loved Harry more than anything in their lives. Living a life separated from the majority of the magical world was a small price to pay for their godson’s safety.

Today was Harry Potter’s fifth birthday, and Remus and Sirius had planned a large surprise party for the occasion. They had invited all of Harry’s little friends, as well as their own adult friends, to celebrate.

“Rem, people are coming!” Sirius jumped up and down excitedly. Remus smiled. Sirius became more and more like his dog Animagus form with each passing day. Remus strolled down the narrow hallway to answer the door, Sirius on his heels.

“Minerva, how lovely to see you!” Remus embraced the older, severe-looking witch. Sirius followed suit.

“Minnie, always a pleasure!” The dark-haired man grinned, mischievously. He gave her a large, wet kiss on the cheek. Minerva McGonagall shook her head disdainfully.

“Sirius Black, I do hope you’re not exerting too much of a negative influence on Harry. It’s only six years now before he comes to Hogwarts and I don’t think my heart can take another you.”

“Ah, c’mon, Minnie, you loved teaching me!” Sirius laughed. “Besides, Remus here balances me out!” He wrapped his arm around his partner. Minerva tried to look disapproving, but couldn’t hide her growing smile.

“Well, come on in, Minerva. Sirius’s brother is bringing Harry along soon.” Remus gestured towards the hall, ushering the older witch inside their home. She stopped along the way to admire the many pictures adorning the walls. Every photograph contained images of Harry, occasionally accompanied by Remus, Sirius, or both. It was clear to every visitor in the home that Harry Potter was adored—that he was a happy little boy. This thought made Minerva smile. Her eyes teared up a bit as she looked back towards Sirius and Remus, who were wrapped around each other, inviting more of Harry’s guests into the house.

Half an hour later, the living room of Number 4 was packed to the brim with guests. Remus had drawn the curtains and flipped off the lights. He peaked through the shades, searching for any sign of Harry’s arrival.

“Are they here yet?” Sirius whispered anxiously, crouched down next to him.

“No, not since you asked five bloody seconds ago!” Remus hissed, turning for a moment to look at Sirius. He peaked his head back out.

“Are you sure you told them the right time? I mean—”

“Quiet!” exclaimed Remus. “They’re coming!”

Sirius shoved Remus out of the way to have a look for himself. Sure enough, strolling down the way toward the little house was his younger brother, Regulus Black, accompanied by his fiancée and Harry, the man of the hour.

“Hush, everyone, they’re coming!” Sirius whispered urgently. The room fell silent, apart from the sounds of the breaths of the gathered guests. One minute later, there was a knock on the door. Regulus’s signal.

Remus went to let them in. He shook his brother and future sister in laws’ hands before Harry seized him by the waist in a strong hug.

“Uncle Moony!” Harry exclaimed as he happily bounded into the house. “We had such a good time at the zoo! We got to see the big snakes!”

Remus grinned at his adoptive son, brimming with joy. “That’s wonderful, Harry! I know how much you love the snakes.’

“Yeah,” the boy agreed earnestly. “And look, Uncle Reg bought me this.” He held up a large, stuffed python proudly. Remus nodded appreciatively.

“Wow, lucky you! Did you thank your aunt and uncle for the birthday gift?”

“Yep!” Harry said happily. “Where’s Uncle Pads? Is it cake time?” Harry was almost vibrating with excitement.

“Why yes, I think it is. Why don’t you lead the way into the living room? I think Uncle Padfoot is waiting for you there.” Remus smiled slyly, exchanging a cunning look with Regulus before following Harry down the hall.

“SURPRISE!!!!” The lights flickered on and the guests jumped up as Harry entered the room. Harry grinned widely, revealing his missing front tooth. He laughed and jumped into Sirius’s arms.

“Wow! Look at all these people!” said Harry, wondrously.

“Yeah, Pronglet,” said Sirius. “They’re all here for you! Not every day a man turns five, now is it?”

But, Harry had stopped listening. He’d ran towards his best friends, the Weasley children, who all squealed excitedly at the sight of him. Remus wrapped an arm around Sirius’s waist and planted a quick kiss on his lips.

“Good job,” said Remus.

“We should go into the party planning business,” Sirius teased back.

“Merlin, just as long as you don’t rope me in every time.” Regulus had materialized behind the couple.

Sirius turned to his brother and shook his hand. “Good to see you, Reg. Thanks for coming.”

“Anything for my nephew. You know, he’s a lot more fun to be around than you were at that age.” Regulus smirked. Sirius pretended to be hurt.

“Now, now, no brotherly rivalries today!” Regulus’s fiancée scolded the boys playfully. “But really wonderful job, you two. Harry looks so happy.”

“He certainly does.” Minerva McGonagall had joined the conversation.

The adults gazed over at the young Potter boy, who was now playing an intense game of Gobstones with his friends. Sirius felt tears prickle in his eyes.

“I hope so. I know it’s not the same as if Lily and James were—”

“I know, Sirius,” said Remus softly, holding tight to his lover. “I miss them, too. Especially on days like today. But, I think, somewhere, they’re happy, knowing Harry is being taken care of in a loving home.”

Sirius sighed, resting a head on Remus’s shoulder. “You’re right, Moons. I just…I love him, and you, so much.”

“I love you, too Sirius.”

“We want cake!” Their child’s scream interrupted the tender moment. The two young men laughed.

“Okay, Harry,” said Sirius, racing up to him and lifting him off of the ground in a massive hug. “I guess it must be time for cake!”

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thenovelartist · 5 years ago

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Childhood Friends Headcanon -MLQC

I’m sorry to all the people who come to my blog for ML only to get bombarded by posts for MLQC. But I’m enjoying myself.

Premise: What if the boys and MC actually stayed together once they met?

(Note: Minor spoilers for chapters 7-13, particularly surrounding boys backstories.)

Gavin

He’ll never forget that day in the rain meeting MC.

She knew about him—his reputation preceded him—and it was clear she was leery of him.

But with a little time, she came around.

So much so that she was sad that he graduated before her.

He was kinda sad, too, to be honest. He didn’t want to leave her.

But they never lost touch. Made sure to meet up as frequently as they could.

He didn’t attend his high school graduation—he both didn’t care and thought the everyone else would appreciate him not being present—but she did watch him with pride as he graduated his cop training program.

He almost cried over the fact that he actually had someone there to support him. He didn’t have familial support, but that didn’t really matter anymore when he had his own personal cheerleader.

He surprised her by showing up at her high school graduation.

Not really a “Surprise” but she was still wildly excited to see him, nonetheless.

Though they didn’t get to see each other often—Gavin busy with his demanding job and MC busy with college—they were instantly contacting the other when they had a moment of free time.

Gavin totally tried to coordinate his days off with hers.

They were that couple that claimed they were just friends but looked to the world like they were dating while also each wishing they were actually dating but both being too chicken to confess.

But Gavin finally gets the guts one day.

No surprise MC quickly followed up with a confession of her own.

How do you date?

They’d been so close and doing couple-y things for so long. Like, what was even a date compared to what they normally did?

They decided to do something they wouldn’t normally do and have a nice, truly ‘couple-y’ dinner.

Then they chuckled all the way home because that really wasn’t their style.

Still enjoyed it.

Gavin took her home, dropping her off at her door… and totally chickened out of kissing her goodnight.

They try the “date” thing again. This time, something more casual.

And that time, it did end with a kiss.

Gavin’s little mind went “boom”.

Already positive he’s gonna marry this girl.

Waits a little longer to propose, though. Just to make it seem like he’s not rushing it.

Courthouse wedding a few months later. Her father witnesses.

Then when her father passes shortly after, leaving her with the company, she’s constantly having to ask her coworkers for new copies of documents because she’s not used to signing her new last name quite yet. Especially when everyone still calls her by her maiden name. Or sometimes addresses her like they would her late father. (It’s a change for everyone.)

She’s got it down in a couple of days and likes her new signature better than her old one.

After marriage, Gavin also has a problem of his own. Particularly with the ring on his hand.

It’s his new nervous tick to play with it when he’s stressed on a scouting mission. And when he has to take it off for an undercover one, he’s a mess without it on.

Feels like he’s being unfaithful to the love of his life. MC has had to reassure him many times he’s not but secretly is touched that he feels that way.

These two have disastrous schedules, which is why when they both have time off they can spend together, phones go on silent. Someone can literally come to their house if it’s an emergency.

Kiro

They make it out of the lab together.

Poor kids were terrified out of their mind, each only five. They never let go of each other’s hands during their escape.

And they don’t want to be separated afterwards.

These two kids are each other’s “emotional support person.”

Literally inseparable.

These kids’ guardians bend over backwards to accommodate them. MC has a killer set of puppy dog eyes, but Kiro’s pout is downright impossible to resist.

They end up in the same classes at school.

Play together on the playground at recess and spend lunches together.

They are the “class couple.” And do get teased for it.

They’re told to ignore it, but it still takes a toll on them.

Eventually, Kiro steps out of school to become home-schooled, thanks to his music career.

Oh, these two kids do not know how to handle themselves.

But they are growing up and they can be apart from each other, right?

Right?

Wrong.

They survive not being in class together, but the moment they’re each out of school, they are attached to their phones, texting or calling each other.

Get together to hang out as much as humanly possible.

Kiro has 1000% both snuck off sets to go see MC and snuck MC onto sets to have her around.

MC has also enabled Kiro’s snacking by sneaking him anything he desires.

Usually it’s chips. She’s his chip dealer. Which only leads to the nickname “Miss Chips”.

They were so close that this mutual crush thing was absolutely unavoidable and unsurprising to most people who watched them.

They were fifteen and each exploring their feelings for each other and what dating was like.

And by sixteen, these two were totally making out in closets.

Savin just deals. As long as it doesn’t get out to the public, he’s fine with it. They’re generally discrete, anyway.

Though, the poor guy has had to hunt Kiro’s hiding spot down more than once. Generally, he scopes out the building beforehand so he knows where to find Kiro and MC if the superstar disappears from set.

Kiro would totally get her a promise ring. “I can’t officially propose now, but… I don’t think I’m going to be letting my Miss Chips go anytime in the future.”

She’s in tears.

Kiro’s already planned out proposing to her as soon as they are eighteen and has scoped out the perfect wedding venue.

Though, Savin now has to do everything in his power to keep the whole thing under wraps. He thinks it’s best the public doesn’t know Kiro’s getting married so young. They’ll slowly break it later.

MC travels with him everywhere, attending school online for convenience sake.

But when her dad passes and she has to take over the company, Kiro does his best to settle down more in Loveland to be by her side and support her more.

He fights to film exclusively at her company.

They totally have a closet that they make out in there, too. One MC has the sole key to.

Victor

He doesn’t loose track of her during their escape from that hellhole disguised as a “lab”.

She saves him, and he manages to carry her to safety.

Refuses to be separated from her after that.

Victor soon becomes like her over-protective big brother.

If he’s with her, he’s got his eye on her. And he’s with her a lot.

He’s so soft with her. Yes, there’s name calling on occasion, but he’s always met with a giggle when he calls her ‘dummy.’

He doesn’t really mean it, anyways.

Totally helps her with her homework.

And she always helps him in the kitchen. Rather, she tries and just ends up being the dishwasher after an incident with the fire alarm.

But she’s just happy if pudding is involved.

And though Victor swears he’s not going to make pudding every single night… there’s pudding more nights than not.

She goes to all his graduations; high school and college.

And he’s there supporting her at hers, looking on like the proud big brother his is.

“Good job, dummy.”

He totally teaches her how to write reports and such. Makes her do them and redo them until up to his standards.

“If you can impress me, you’ll win over anyone in the business world.”

Also teaches her all the ins and outs about running a business and how to thrive in the business world.

She’s always ready to take advice he offers.

Everyone in LFG knows that unless Victor actually is in an important meeting, MC is allowed in his office any time.

Has always seen her as his little sister.

Until she takes over her father’s company.

Suddenly, there’s a warmth in his chest as he watches her handle everything with ease.

It no longer feels like he’s watching over his little sister but rather watching a strong, capable woman handle the high-intensity job of running a company with confidence and poise.

… okay, poise was too generous a word. But his point still stood.

Suddenly, he notices she’s actually on his schedule. And their meeting takes place with none of the familiarity that they’ve become accustomed to.

He won’t coddle her as the business owner. She assures him she expects that from him.

And when she leaves his office, Victor finds himself a little bit of a mess.

They slowly lose their brother/sister mentality and grow into business partners that are close enough to have dinner a couple times a week.

“Question,’ he asks her one night. “Can these be considered ‘dates’ or not?”

She drops her fork in surprise.

They date for a several months before Victor proposes. He wouldn’t have proposed so early to anyone else but MC has always been an exception.

They put the wedding together in eight months. It’s a good, large, proper wedding, and they honeymoon out of the country. Because of course they do. Victor wants to give MC the best and only the best.

Total power couple, and Victor takes pride in that.

Lucien

This tree, or their tree, as Lucien likes to refer to it as, holds a very special place in his heart.

It started off as his sanctuary, the spot where he came out to draw.

But then it became the place that he got to bond with the girl who saved him.

After his parents were killed, everything went downhill for him at a rapid pace.

But she…

“It’s going to be okay.”

He still remembers the warmth of her hands when she held his and the tightness of her hugs she engulfed him in.

This girl’s smile lit up his dark world.

She’s the sole reason he escaped the pull of Black Swan.

Being four years apart as they were put a little gap between them growing up.

People looked at them in disdain so often that Lucien constantly lied about her being his sister.

He didn’t like that kind of attention from people, though he also logically knew why they received it.

Though he did his best to act respectfully and appropriately, he couldn’t help but feel all fluttery around MC. Every single time she came around, he had a physical reaction to her proximity.

Did his best to always act the gentleman. The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable.

For now, he focused on his studies, partly because he found them interesting, partly because he wanted to be the kind of man who could provide well for his family.

Because he had his heart set on making one with her.

It was irrational, if he thought of it logically, to be become romantically attached to someone simply because he was emotionally attached to. Yet he could not separate the pull of romantic notions from his emotional relationship to her.

He eventually surrendered his attempts at trying to separate the two and gave up entirely in his quest to understand it.

He was already on his track to a doctorate when she graduated high school. And suddenly, them both being adults made those four years that separated them growing up seem a little less of a hurdle.

That’s when he asked her out.

“I had to wait so long, but I think now’s finally an appropriate time.”

And that’s when she admitted she had feelings for him, too.

It warmed his cold little heart.

They did take things slowly.

But they were already discussing marriage by the time MC had to take over the company when her father suddenly passed.

Honestly, though it was a terrible tragedy, Lucien is glad he finally gets to return the favor of being there for her just as she was there for him all those years ago.

He also decides to hide the ring he’d bought in a drawer, only to open it again when things were stable.

Well… relatively. The life of a media company manager is never fully stable. Mostly, Lucien just got tired of waiting.

He takes her back to their tree to propose.

They get married there, too.

#mr love queen's choice #mlqc #mlqc headcanon #Headcanons #mlqc gavin #mlqc kiro #mlqc victor #mlqc lucien

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goldenworldsabound · 5 years ago

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What Do You Think?

The moment you’ve all been waiting for, the Eternal Roadtrip proposal fic!

Word count 2156 (about 5 pages), warnings: soft. Very soft. Too soft. Also it starts with a less soft flashback.

"Have you ever thought about marriage?" Wendy asked idly one day, glancing over at him as he drove Bessie towards their next destination.

"Marriage?" He scoffed, scowling. "What would someone like me have to do with something like that?"

Wendy tilted her head, his response only stinging slightly. She had to admit she'd been expecting a response like that. "Why? What do you mean?" She pressed.

He was silent a moment, staring straight ahead as the desert rolled by on either side.

"Well, I guess I never really thought about it much. I'm immortal, and nobody else is, so it felt like it'd be...pointless. That and I...always thought I was..." He trailed off, not willing to finish the sentence. He had figured, for most of his life until he and Wendy had met, that he was impossible to love. Even he knew he was a brat with a penchant for causing trouble, and though he didn't like to admit it there was a lake of trauma bubbling just beneath the surface. Nothing about that sounded appealing. Fuckable, yes, but lovable...he had always assumed the answer would be a hard and fast, "no".

But Wendy had proven him wrong in that, hadn't she? She seemed to love him. Despite the fact that she would one day die and he would continue to live, he would know that he had been loved, not only by his parents, but by someone who chose to love him, to be with him.

Neither of them spoke, Philly deep in his thoughts, Wendy watching him, having determined he didn't intend to finish his sentence.

"And?" She murmured softly, putting her hand on his arm.

He nearly jumped out of his seat, barely keeping himself from swerving at her touch. He hadn't expected it. He'd been so lost in thought he'd forgotten that he'd been in the middle of speaking.

"And- and what the hell do I care about something like that anyway? Just some, some stupid legality issue. I'm a fucking outlaw, and I don't need anybody but me, so. Whatever." He barked back, avoiding her gaze. His words were harsh and spoken as a means of lashing out. He didn't know what to do with the feelings he had. Perhaps he would like to marry her. But that wasn't something he could do, with the way things were. If he got that close to her, when she left him, either through death or through choice, one of which was a certainty, the other a possibility he worried over always, would it hurt that much more if they'd applied this label to it?

But he couldn't really articulate those thoughts, even to himself. They swirled around his mind as amorphous ideas he couldn't quite grasp. Just that the topic of marriage made his stomach clench, and talking about it with her made him feel vulnerable, and he still struggled to cope with that.

"I...see." Wendy replied, putting her hands back in her lap, turning her head to look at the scenery passing by, hiding the fact that tears were pricking at the corners of her eyes. She had expected it, and yet...it still felt like a punch to the gut. But she couldn't argue with the fact that in the end, he would have to go on living without her, even if the rest of what he'd said was obviously a sort of front. So like many of their conversations, it came to a screeching halt as a result of his immortality.

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Wendy found herself mulling over such memories as she sat in Bessie, one arm over the back of the seat. The large car was parked out in the desert, under the bright full moon. She stared up at it, before looking down at the jewelry box in her hand. She breathed out, closing her eyes for a moment.

That had been a very definitive answer to her at the time. But things had changed since then. They'd been through a lot more together. She was immortal now. He had learned to be more open and vulnerable. They had laughed, and cried, and made so many important memories. Her hand closed tightly around the box. She had felt confident, up until the moment had drawn close, that he would accept. But now, with that memory in the back of her mind, and the moment bearing down on her like a freight train, she found she was afraid.

But there wasn't much time to think on that, as Philly was making his way up from Bessie's underbelly, humming a bit to himself. She slipped the box into her cargo pockets, turning to look over her shoulder at his approach.

"What took ya so long?" She asked with sly grin, ignoring the way her heart pounded at the sight of him. The moonlight on his skin was dazzling.

"Took a bit to find this stuff." He shook the wine bottle slightly, smirking. "We sure hid the nice stuff away." His other hand held the two wine glasses. He handed her one, sitting down next to her, before beginning to pour wine for her, and then himself. "I was surprised you wanted the fancy wine tonight. Special occasion?" He commented, waggling his eyebrows as he set the bottle down on the dashboard.

"It might be." Wendy replied casually, despite the pounding of her heart. "I haven't decided yet." She swirled the wine in her glass before taking a sip, focusing her eyes on the red liquid.

"Oh?" He sat down next to her, snaking an arm over her shoulders, pulling her to him to press a kiss to her cheek. "Now I'm curious."

"Well, you'll just have to be patient." She replied with a giggle, before turning to give him a quick peck on the lips. He sighed, seeming to melt a little. Before he could continue trying to press her for more information, she gestured at the sky. "It's beautiful out tonight, right? Look, over there - I think that might be Orion."

Philly followed her gaze, squinting. "Where...oh! I see it. Huh." He sipped at the wine thoughtfully, letting his eyes flick over to her moonlit face. She was smiling softly, her eyes lit up as she looked into the sky. He stared, noticing details. The curve of her cheeks, the tint of pink on them, her long eyelashes, the fullness of her lips. Her hair, somehow even more vibrant in the white light of the moon.

"And over there is...wow...it's such a clear night you can see the Fugue Bands!" She gestured excitedly.

Philly blinked in confusion, startled out of his focusing gazed. "The- the what?"

"The Fugue Bands!" Wendy grinned at him. "See those three lines of stars? The first band has three stars in it, the second one has four, and the third one has five."

"So it's...a pyramid?" Philly asked, raising a brow.

She pouted at him. "No, no, see, the bands are fairly separated apart, so it's more like, stripes."

He squinted again. "Riiight. Okay. Yeah. I see it." He took a larger gulp of wine, before putting his chin on top of her head with a contented sigh, nuzzling against her, closing his eyes. "You're so fucking cute getting all excited about stars 'n' shit, you know that?"

She blushed. "W-well, you know stars are just...pretty..." She went quiet for a moment. Philly cracked an eye open at the extended silence.

"What is it?" He asked softly.

Wendy sipped at her wine slowly, choosing her words carefully. "When I missed you, I...spent a lot of time looking at the stars. It had always been a hobby of mine, but...I really dug into it, then."

Philly pulled back a bit to look at her. "I didn't learn shit about 'em, but...I was looking at the stars too. Thinking you were out there somewhere, maybe... looking up and thinking of me too." He squeezed her arm gently.

"I was. I can tell you, I was. Pretty much every night." She looked away, bowing her head a bit. "Sorry, all of that was a bit heavy, huh?"

She felt him shrug. "It was, but... it's okay. You never told me that before. If you wanna talk about heavy stuff, I mean... I'm here for ya." He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of her head.

"Mm. Well, I don't want to. I mean, I..." she licked her lips, mouth feeling dry as she tried to transition the topic, thinking about the jewelry box in her pocket. "...I..."

Philly tilted his head at her, looking puzzled. "What is it?" She shook her head in response. He furrowed his brows. "Wendy..."

She took a deep breath, and reached into her pocket. "Look, um, maybe this is coming out of nowhere, but, I... I've been thinking about it, a lot, and um..." Her hand closed around the jewelry box. Her palms were sweaty, and she could feel her heart racing. She was aware of the confusion on Philly's face as well.

In a final burst of courage, she set her wine glass down, getting on one knee in front of him. She opened the box facing him, revealing the two rings.

"Will- will you- will you marry me?!" She blurted the words out, her gaze darting away as she blushed darkly.

Philly seemed to still be processing, staring at her, mouth agape. He made a strangled noise suddenly and his face flushed brightly. Wendy met his gaze, and he was the one to look away.

"You...you wanna marry...me?!" He asked in disbelief, putting his hands over his mouth, feeling how warm his own face was. "But- but I'm just- I'm- I'm not-" how could he express how touched he was, how honored he was? She was right that it had come out of nowhere. But he had never considered that anyone would ever want to marry him. He was a brat, a troublemaker, good for nothing selfish outlaw-

"You're wonderful. You're the love of my life." She smiled at him, looking away again. He raised his gaze at her words, his heart melting.

"Did you make these?" He asked softly, feeling bad for avoiding the question, but also feeling unable to respond. He reached out, gingerly gripping one of the rings between his thumb and forefinger, holding it up to his face to look at it.

It certainly looked like she had made them. The quality was there. Each ring was smooth and silver, with a thin line of almost glowing blue, like the color of her shield tech. From the size of this one, it was intended for her.

She nodded, watching him carefully.

"Give me your hand." He said suddenly, holding his own hand out to her. "No, not that one, the other one."

Wendy furrowed her brow, but put her left hand loosely on his. He slipped the ring onto her finger smoothly.

"Yes." He murmured, swallowing.

"Yes?" Wendy repeated nervously, beginning to smile. Tears were starting to prick at the corners of her eyes.

"Yeah. Yes. I...wanna marry you." He blushed again, despite the smile spreading across his face. He reached for the other ring but she grabbed it first, quickly grabbing his hand. She undid his glove, sliding it off, and replacing it with the ring.

"Thank fuck. I was...I was really scared you were gonna...I-I dunno, say no?" She laughed, beginning to cry. "I'm so happy." She got to her feet, and Philly pulled her into his lap.

"I couldn't imagine saying no. I love you so damn much, Wendy. You mean everything to me. You make this immortal life worth living." He pressed his face into her neck, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

"I feel the same way." She said back softly, wiping at her tears before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "I love you, Philly." They stayed like that for a moment, simply feeling loved together.

Philly pulled his head back to look at her. Fuck...she was so beautiful...and he couldn't imagine being happier.

"Was this the special occasion you mentioned? Why you pulled out the good wine?" Philly questioned with a little smirk.

Wendy blushed and looked away. "Y-yeah...it might've been..."

"What a romantic set up. You're so damn cute." He pressed a kiss to her cheek. She squeaked, putting her hands over her face.

"Can't help being a romantic at heart..." He could hear the pout in her voice.

"Aww, I didn't say it was a bad thing." He gently pried her hands off her face. "Look at me." She did, melting a little at the soft look in his eyes. He leaned in, seeing the way her eyelids seemed to grow heavy as their lips connected. They kissed, softly, tenderly. Lovingly.

Eternity didn't seem so bad after all.

#fic #eternal roadtrip #self insert #self ship community #self ship #I'm sorry it's so long I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS #if you read this whole I'd die for you

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Secret Identity

Summary: If Patton had known that this is what attention from a superhero would bring, he would have turn and run after his first encounter with the winged hero dubbed “The Guardian Angel.” But now it’s too late; Patton and the Guardian have met several times, and it’s caught the eye of some rather...unsavory individuals, who are convinced that Patton is the key to capturing the elusive Angel.

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Kidnapping, threats of violence, a few punches are thrown, knives (but no actual stabbing), minor injury, needles and being sedated, crying. let me know if I need to add anything else!

Pairings: pre-romantic moxiety

Word Count: ~3200

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*There’s a prequel to this story you can read here, but it makes more sense to read this first!

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“Fortunately, though the fire left the building completely destroyed, there were no deaths, thanks to efforts of the city fire department and our mysterious masked hero, The Guardian Angel. While firefighters fought the blaze and helped people out of the ground floors, the winged hero rescued those trapped on the upper floors, resulting in all 28 people working in the office that day being saved with only a few minor injuries among them. Once again, the Guardian Angel has declined comment and left the scene as soon as they were satisfied that all parties were safe. This brings the total number of Angel rescues in the past month alone up to eight, leaving many people wondering “who is this winged being?” While many have speculated, one thing is still clear. The Guardian Angel is here to protect us, and I for one feel much safer on the streets knowing he’s watching over us! This is Patton Hart for Channel Ten News, signing off.”

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Patton didn’t know what was happening. His head was throbbing painfully in time to his heartbeat and a shroud of darkness surrounded him, leaving him with no clue as to where he was or how he’d gotten there. He let out a quiet groan, and shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind. The last thing he remembered was walking out of the news station after his last broadcast, looking for a sandwich shop. He was approached by someone he didn’t recognize...after that it was all a blur.

Without warning, a blinding flash of light assaulted his senses and he flinched back, trying to raise up his hands to shield his eyes. It was then that he realized that his wrists were shackled to the arms of a metal chair, and a quick experimental tug revealed that his ankles were bound in a similar way. Patton squinted against the light, trying to discern something, anything about where he was, but he saw nothing but vague figures moving in the shadows just beyond where the light was shining into his eyes.

“H-hello?” he called, trying to keep his voice from trembling. “Wh-who’s there? What do you want?”

“Patton Hart,” said a voice from the shadows, and Patton felt his blood run cold at the speaker’s low, threatening tone. “You have something that I want.”

“What are you-” Patton’s question died in his throat as an enormous man stepped out of the shadows and filled his field of vision.

“This is what is going to happen,” the voice continued. “I am going to ask you questions. You are going to answer them. If you do not answer to my satisfaction, or you refuse to cooperate, then my colleague here is going to suggest that you reconsider. Are we clear?”

“I, I don’t understand, why-”

Wordlessly, the thug in front of him struck a blow across Patton’s face with the back of his hand. Patton cried out in pain, gasping as the world spun around him.

“Are. We. Clear?” the voice asked again, and Patton nodded shakily.

“Y-yes,” he stammered.

“Good.” The voice sounded pleased with itself. “Now. Down to business.” There was a beat of silence, and Patton felt himself tense up. What did these people want with him?

“You have had frequent encounters with the winged vigilante known as The Guardian Angel,” they continued eventually, and Patton blinked in surprise. Was that what this was about? “Yes or no?” the voice pressed, and Patton nodded quickly as the thug started to move towards him.

“Yes, yes. Yes, I’ve met him.”

“How many times?”

“Umm....” Patton looked up, trying to think. “Lot’s of times. I can’t think of every separate instance, except maybe when I met him, after he saved me from the bus crash. Why do you-”

The thug hit him again, this time in the stomach, and Patton doubled over in his chair.

“I am asking questions, you are answering,” the voice said cooly.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Patton coughed out, blinking back tears.

“How do we find him?”

“I– what?”

A frustrated sigh, then Patton found himself staring at his reflection in the blade of a large knife the thug pulled from his belt.

“My patience is wearing thin, Mr. Hart. You are one of the only people in the city who has encountered the so called Guardian Angel more than a few times, and the ONLY person who has met with him one-on-one outside of a crisis situation. You must know how to find him. So. How do we find him?”

“I don’t know,” Patton admitted. “No, please! It’s true, I swear, please!” The thug paused with his knife pressed against Patton’s throat, and the voice spoke.

“Mr. Hart, you have about ten seconds to convince me before I decide to stop wasting my time with you.”

“I don’t find him,” Patton rushed to explain. “He, he finds me, most of the time. On our third meeting, I asked if I would see him again and he sort of looked at me and said “perhaps,” and then I started seeing him more and more around the city. I don’t know how to find him on purpose.”

The pressure on Patton’s neck eased slightly, and he suddenly found himself feeling very brave.

“And even if I knew where he was, I...I wouldn’t tell you.”

Patton almost expected another blow at that, but to his surprise, the thug took a step back and the stranger from the darkness spoke again, amusement dancing at the edge of their voice.

“Oh really now? It is a shame you feel that way, Mr. Hart, because that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

“Wha– what are you talking about?”

“The Guardian Angel is an extremely cautious, secretive person. The fact that he has shown himself to you on multiple occasions is an indication that he has decided you are worth trusting. You will see him again, Mr. Hart, and when you do, you are going to ask him who he is or how to find him again. He will tell you, because he trusts you. You are then going to relay that information to us.”

“I...” Patton took a deep breath, then shook his head. “No. No, I won’t.”

He froze as he found the knife at his throat again, but he forced himself to keep his head up and his eyes dry.

“This is not a request, Mr. Hart, I trust you understand that?”

“I do,” Patton said, trying to move his throat as little as possible as he talked. “And I...I still won’t do it. I don’t care what you do to me, I won’t betray him like that. I won’t let you find him.”

Patton felt the pressure on his neck increase, and he closed his eyes, expecting the worst.

“Your stubborn sense of selflessness is quite tiring,” his captor said with a sigh, and the knife drew away from him suddenly. Patton cracked open one eyelid to see the thug sheathing the weapon and moving away. “But, it was not unplanned for,” the shadowy voice continued, and the thug returned with a small table and a laptop.

He set the device down in front of Patton, then opened it, angling the monitor towards him so he could see...

Patton's breath caught in his throat.

“This is your roommate, Virgil Foster?”

Patton nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from the screen. It showed Virgil, standing on the street outside their shared apartment, looking down at his phone with a worried expression. Patton suddenly became aware that his own cell phone was missing...had Virgil tried to call him? How long had Patton been missing?

“This is a live feed from one of my operatives,” the voice continued. “She’s the best sniper I have on call.” The camera shifted slightly to show the end of a gun barrel casually aimed in Virgil’s direction. “One word, and she pulls the trigger.”

“No!” Patton cried, leaning forward as far as his bonds would allow. “You can’t, please, you can’t! Virgil’s never done anything wrong, he doesn’t know anything, you can’t, please...” Patton’s vision swam with tears as he tugged uselessly at the ties on his wrist, as if he could somehow stop all of this by reaching the laptop.

“It’s a simple trade,” his captor declared. “You lead us to the Guardian Angel, I call off my sniper.”

“I don’t know how to find him, please, you have to believe me...”

“Fire on my count,” the voice said, almost sounding bored. “Five, four, three–”

“Alright, alright!” Patton sobbed. “I’ll find a way, just leave him alone, please!”

“Hold,” the villain said, and Patton sagged in relief as the barrel in the video lowered. “You have three days. We’ll be watching.”

Patton saw something move in the corner of his eye, then he felt a sharp prick on his neck and the world went dark.

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When he woke up, he was lying alone on the roof of an abandoned apartment complex. As he pushed himself into a sitting position, he felt a foreign object in his pocket. He reached in and pulled out a throwaway cell phone. A quick check of the phone revealed one message from an unknown number:

Call when you find him. You have 3 days.

Patton curled into a ball with his legs drawn up to his chest and stared out at the city skyline. The last tinges of a sunset were streaked across the sky, illuminating the buildings with a soft, orange glow. It was, simply put, beautiful.

Patton wished he could enjoy it.

One tear slipped down his cheek, then two, then he was burying his face in his knees, his shoulders shaking with sobs. He knew he should get up, he knew he should find his way back home, Virgil had to be so worried about him, but he just couldn’t bring himself to move. He couldn’t bring himself to do anything but cry.

“Patton?!” a voice cried, and Patton lifted his head in time to see a silhouette land on the roof in front of him, large black wings briefly blocking the sun before they were folded back.

The Guardian Angel himself.

“Patton, thank god you’re alright.”

The top half the hero’s face was covered by a mask, hiding some of his expressions, but the relief at seeing Patton was clear in his voice, and something about that made Patton want to cry even harder.

“I’ve been searching for hours...you didn’t show up back for work after lunch, and then when you didn’t make it home...people know you’re not the type to just disappear like that; we’ve been looking for you everywhere, and–” the hero paused, noticing as Patton’s eyes welled up with yet more tears. His gaze traveled over Patton’s hunched form, lingering on the bruises on Patton’s wrists and over his right eye.

“Patton?” he asked again, his voice softer. “What happened?”

“I...” Patton sniffled, and stared up at the city’s hero. “Why me?”

“What do you-”

“Why me?” Patton asked again, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Why did you pick me to care about? Why trust me? I’m nobody special!” The hero opened his mouth, as if to argue, but Patton pushed onward. “There’s thousands of people in this city, but you kept coming back to me, and now because of you, I, he’s...they’re going to...” he choked on a sob, and buried his head back in his knees, ashamed to be crying like this in front of the Guardian Angel of all people, but too tired to hold himself back.

A warm hand rested on his knee, and Patton looked up to see the Guardian kneeling in front of him. His large wings stretched out and encircled Patton, not quite touching him, but close enough to shut the rest of the world out, and Patton found himself feeling a little safer behind the soft, fluffy feathers.

“Patton,” the Angel said slowly. “Did somebody take you?”

Patton nodded, unable to speak.

“And...what did they want?”

Patton rubbed at his eyes, and looked away from the Guardian’s face.

“Y-you,” he whispered, and he saw the hero nod slowly out of the corner of his eye. “They...they said if I don’t lead them to you then they’d...they...” he hiccuped, and the Angel made a shushing sound, gently moving his thumb in soothing circles on Patton’s knee.

“It’s okay,” he murmured. “I won’t let them hurt you...”

“Not me,” Patton insisted, his head snapping back towards the Guardian just in time to see his questioning look. “I...I said it didn’t matter what they did to me, I w-wouldn’t do it, and I th-thought they might just kill me but, but they said they’d kill him instead and I- I couldn’t...”

“Him?” the hero asked, head tilting to the side, and Patton sighed, resting his chin on top of his knees.

“V-Virgil...” he whispered, and the Guardian froze for a moment.

“Virgil?” he repeated carefully, and Patton nodded.

“He’s my roommate. I mean, he’s more than my roommate, he’s...” Patton paused, trying to come up with an appropriate word for just how much Virgil meant to him. Best friend didn’t capture just how close they were, and, as much as Patton’s heart dared to hope, boyfriend wasn’t an accurate term. Patton wasn’t even sure there was a word for what they were. He looked back up at the Guardian, who was still unusually still, staring down at Patton and waiting for him to speak.

“He’s the most important person in my life,” Patton finally said. “So I...I have to turn you in. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but I just...” he sniffled, and a few stray tears slid from his eyes. "I can’t lose him.”

“I...” the Angel sounded as though he were having trouble choosing his words. “You won’t lose, him Patton.”

“I will if I don’t do this,” Patton whispered, looking away, not wanting to face the man he was willing to hand over to the worst people imaginable. Patton had only gotten a taste of their cruelty, and he didn’t want to even think about what they would do to the Guardian himself, but he had no choice, he had to keep Virgil safe, he had to...

“Patton,” the hero spoke again and Patton’s thoughts screeched to a halt, because the voice had changed, and he knew this voice now, he knew it better than anything in the world...

Patton looked up to see Virgil brushing hair out of his eyes, the Guardian Angel’s mask hanging limply from his fingers and an impossibly gentle expression on his face.

“You’re not going to lose me,” he whispered.

Patton was frozen for a moment, staring slack-jawed up at the hero, at Virgil, then he was throwing himself forward into his best friend’s arms, burying his face in Virgil’s chest and sobbing anew. Virgil wrapped his arms tightly around him and shifted his wings so that they draped around Patton like a soft blanket of feathers. He gently rocked the two of them back and forth, making soothing noises and running his fingers through Patton’s hair.

After a few minutes, Patton’s sobs finally died away, the sensation of Virgil’s fingers scratching lightly at his scalp and the slow, gentle rocking bringing him down to a state of calm. He leaned back a bit to get a better look at Virgil’s face, and Virgil’s brow furrowed. He reached out and traced his fingers ever so gently over the bruise that was blossoming around Patton’s right eye.

“Oh, Pat...” Virgil sighed, and his voice was so heavy with heartbreak that it made Patton want to cry all over again. “What did they do to you?”

“I...I’m okay, Virge,” Patton said in a hoarse voice, but Virgil shook his head.

“This,” he stroked Patton’s bruise again, then glanced down and took Patton’s hands in his own, running his feather-light touch over the marks the cuffs had left on Patton’s wrists. “Is not okay.”

Patton wanted to argue, wanted to deflect the conversation, he wanted to just go home, but when he looked up and caught Virgil’s intense gaze, he knew he wasn’t going to win this fight.

“They, um, they hit me a few times,” he said, trying to keep his voice from wavering. “And, and they had a knife–” Virgil inhaled sharply and Patton shook his head quickly. “No, Virge, they didn’t use it on me, they just threatened to, they just scared me...” Patton trailed off, remembering the sensation of cold metal against his neck, how it pressed against him harder when he’d refused to do what they said, how he’d been so sure that he was going to die right there, in the dark all alone with no one to hold his hand.

He thought about how that fear didn’t even come close to the dread that had crawled in his chest when they’d showed the sniper on Virgil, the panic that had spiked in his mind when his tormentor said fire on my count. He hiccuped again, and leaned closer in to Virgil, breathing in his familiar scent.

“They really really scared me,” he whispered, and he felt Virgil’s arms tighten around him again.

“M’sorry,” Virgil murmured, pressing a kiss to Patton’s curls. He sighed, and tucked his chin over Patton’s head. “I’m so sorry, Pat.” Patton heard the regret in Virgil’s voice, understood the unspoken this is my fault that was running through his friend’s mind, and he wanted nothing more than to cup Virgil’s face in his hands and tell him that he was okay now, that everything was going to be alright.

But Patton was too tired to put on that bright, happy mask, and too worried to believe that they really were okay.

“Virgil?” he asked, and Virgil hummed in response. “What...what are we gonna do? They’re still looking for you...they’ll t-try and k-kill you if I don’t...if I–”

“Hey,” Virgil said, drawing back to look in Patton’s eyes. “It’s going to be okay, alright? We’ll figure something out. How much time did they–?”

“Three days,” Patton whispered, and Virgil nodded.

“So we have three days to come up with a plan. We’ll think of something, okay? I promise.”

Patton nodded, and buried his face in Virgil’s chest again.

He wasn’t sure how they’d gotten home, but the next thing he knew, Virgil was laying him down in his room, tucking Patton’s bright blue comforter over him and slipping his glasses off. He brushed the hair out of Patton’s eyes as he set the glasses down and turned to leave, but Patton reached out and grabbed his hand before he could get far.

“Stay?” he whispered, and after a moment, Virgil nodded, easing back down on Patton’s bed and sliding under the covers. He twisted on his side, letting his wings spread out behind him, and wrapped his arms around Patton’s waist.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered in Patton’s ear, and Patton nestled closer to Virgil.

They’d have a lot to talk about in the morning, questions that needed to be answered, plans that needed to be made, maybe even feelings that needed to be confronted and confessed. But for now, Patton closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep in Virgil’s arms, finally feeling safe.

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A/N: This was supposed to be a oneshot, but I kinda have a lot of ideas for this au, so I may write more of it in the future! It probably won’t be like, a typical chaptered fic that has a sequential storyline, more like an au that I post things from various points in the timeline whenever I feel like writing for it! If you’d like to be tagged in this AU, or in all my sanders sides stories, let me know! Love you guys <3 -Taylor

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🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 024 [Surprise]

📑 Table of Contents | ◂Backward

Author’s Note: So, I wanted to take a moment to say that it sucks that the Anime Festa OVA wasn’t dubbed. I know there are several different fansubs out there, so the translations probably aren’t perfect, but I did the best I could with what I could find. Hopefully, the dialogue isn’t too far off. I originally planned to write this chapter before the start of season two, but the first episode is about them seeing Aizawa for the first time, so I felt that should be written first.

This was originally supposed to be two separate chapters, but for some reason, the first one only came out to around 1k words, so I just combined them together. I try to keep chapters between 2k and 3.5k words and I didn’t want to go with only 1k!

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Word Count: 3,699

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〈“You can go the distance, you can run the mile. You can walk straight through hell with a smile. You can be the hero, you can get the gold.” The Script, “Hall of Fame”〉

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The students of class 1-A have returned to the USJ despite the villain attack a few weeks previously. The staff had combed the dome for stragglers and deemed it safe, so we finally returned to pick up on the rescue training that was so rudely interrupted previously.

“Well, that happened, but class is class.” Thirteen announced. “So, let’s begin the rescue training!”

“Can you really move, Thirteen-sensei?” Ochaco asked worriedly.

“My back hurts a bit, but it’s nothing compared to Aizawa.” He motioned toward our teacher, who was still covered in bandages, both arms crossed over his chest in slings.

“We are ready to begin class, let’s start already. We’re wasting time.”

“Aizawa-sensei?” Izuku stepped forward. “All Might is supposed to meet us, as well. Where is he?”

“I don’t know. Forget about him.” Aizawa responded off-handedly, turning and walking down the steps. I sighed and followed after him, already aware of what was in store for the class today. We were led to the rockslide zone.

“Let’s start with the rescue training! There’ll be three students at the bottom of the chasm. One of them will be unconscious, the other will have an injured leg, and the last will be very worried.” Thirteen explained.

Kirishima and Sparky approached the ledge.

“What height!”

“How are we supposed to get down there?!”

“What are you saying?!” Iida rushed over to the ledge. “Are you okay?! Don’t worry, we’ll save you!”

“You’re too fast…”

“Let’s save them!” Ochaco cheered. “Let’s do our best, Deku!”

“The injured will be… you three!” Thirteen pointed to Ochaco, Izuku, and Iida – the golden trio of U.A.

Once they were safely lowered into the chasm, Aizawa chose Momo, Fumi, Todoroki, and Bakugo. “Alright, you four are the ones who will rescue them. You may use these objects.” He nodded toward the various rescue-related items off to the side.

“Oi, why the fuck do I have to save Deku?!” Bakugo screamed angrily.

“Because we’re in the Anime Festa,” Tsu explained.

What the fuck is an anime festa? Sounds like a flavor of salsa.

“Hah?!”

“Just leave him, Tsu…” Kirishima sweatdropped.

“Help us! Please!” Iida’s voice carried from the bottom of the chasm.

“Let’s begin. Who is going down?” Todoroki questioned.

“This bastard doesn’t listen! I’ll have to teach him!” Bakugo held up his palm, setting off a string of small explosions. “Just blow up the mountain, that’s it!”

I facepalmed. “Dumbass,”

“Are you crazy?!” Momo cried out.

“He doesn’t think, he acts on instinct.” Tsu mused.

“Midoriya and the rest are in trouble.”

I scowled at Sparky as he stuck his pinky up his nose, wiggling it back and forth.

Todoroki sighed. “Yaoyorozu, create a pulley. We’ll make a way to pull them up. Let’s start with the one that’s unconscious. Tokoyami will go down. Bakugo, Yaoyorozu, and I will pull.”

“Bastard! Stop deciding on your own!” Bakugo grabbed him by the collar.

“Calm down!”

“It’s the best way,” Todoroki responded, coldly.

“Hah?!”

“If you think of this as a game, you don’t have to know.” Todoroki shoved his arm away. “I’m not going to waste my time in this training.”

Bakugo’s fist clenched, a tic mark appearing on his temple. “W-Who is the one playing around?!”

“Stop!” Momo demanded. “It’s pathetic! Besides, there is something we must do before anything else!” She headed to the edge, getting on her hands and knees. “Everyone, please keep calm! We will get to you right away!”

“Please hurry!”

“You’re finally here! We’re saved!”

Momo turned to glare at the two boys, clearly fed up with their attitude. “The first thing to do is to reassure the victims. There are occasions where you can’t save people who are desperate and panicking. Reassuring them is related to saving them! If you won’t do it properly, what’s the point of this training?!”

“Hmm,” I grinned. “I almost got chills. She’s gonna be a pretty good hero.”

French Fry, who was standing on my left, nodded in agreement.

“Impressive,” Kirishima agreed. “She’s really good.”

Mineta kneeled down, drool dripping from his mouth. “Yes, very good.”

“You’re such garbage, man.”

I followed his line of sight and my eye twitched. With her kneeling over like that, the perverted fucking grape has a perfect shot of her ass. My lip curled back in disgust as I lifted my foot backward before swinging it, boot connecting with his face. He went flying back against the stone wall behind us. “Have some goddamn decency, you cunt!”

“W-Winchester!” Kirishima grabbed my shoulder and I scowled, shoving my hands into my pockets.

“Jen, if you do that again, you’ll be given a week’s worth of detention,” Aizawa muttered.

“Che, worth it,” I responded. There are several students in my class that gets on my nerves, but there’s only one I hate with every fiber of my being and that’s Mineta.

During this time, Momo created a pulley, attaching the provided robe and gurney to it. The rock under the rope had been iced over by Todoroki so it would slide across smoothly without risk of breaking. Fumi, wearing a harness over his costume that was attached to the rope, started lowering himself down. Todoroki and Bakugo were holding the end of the rope, threading it carefully so he wouldn’t fall.

“Thank you… heroes!!”

Ochaco was lifted up on the gurney and… is she laughing again? Jeez, what is with this girl?

“Uraraka, what are you laughing about?” Momo asked cautiously.

“It’s just that, Iida – pft – is super serious, it’s funny!”

“I think it’s wonderful. It’s not a laughing matter.”

“I’m sorry, but even so… pft.”

I facepalmed. Idiots, they’re all idiots.

“Let’s pull the next one up,” Todoroki said.

“Shut up and just do it,” Bakugo responded, surprisingly calm.

“Rescuing people without using your quirk is quite a taxing job. That’s how modern heroes must shine!” Thirteen spoke.

“He’s the only one pulling…” Flex Tape commented.

“Shut up, bastard!”

“He judged that he could not use his quirk, that’s the right thing to do! Acting in a normal way… there’s a lot of professionals who are incapable of doing it. They always think of themselves and when they encounter a challenging situation, they put it aside. When you manage to understand and remember, you pass. I’m sure he’ll become a beautiful hero!”

“So, we just gonna forget about how he was content to just blast the mountain?” I cocked a brow, seeing his shoulders tense.

“He’ll never be beautiful,” Flex Tape added and Bakugo’s aura turned angry.

Izuku, Tail, and Ochaco worked together to save Tsu, who had a ‘broken’ leg. Using her gravity quirk, Ochaco was able to easily lift Tsu out of the chasm, dropping her into Izuku’s arms. “Safe!”

This ain’t baseball, sis.

“Midoriya, put me down. It’s embarrassing… Even though my leg is bandaged, this is wrong.”

Izuku freaked out, as usual, before setting her down.

“And we’re done!” Thirteen announced.

“It seems we’re not included because we’re not as efficient for the job.” Sumo mused. ‘We’ included Mountain, Octo, Me, and French Fry.

“So basically, we useless.” I scratched my cheek.

“It’s un~fair,” French Fry wagged his finger.

“It is!”

Thirteen clapped his hands. “Great job for your first time. We still have more battle scenarios prepared. In a nutshell, there’s still lots to do!”

“Do not relax,” Aizawa ordered. “Class is still in session.”

My lips tugged up as I looked away, covering my mouth with the back of my hand. Zawa be over here lookin’ like an angry mummy that just caught his kid sneaking out past curfew.

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The class had moved to the urban area, which was basically the entrance exam but smaller and hella rundown.

“Now, we continue in this setting. Unlike the first training, this is a different situation. The purpose of this scenario is to give a more genuine experience. The injured can be anywhere and we don’t know in what state they may be in! You’ll have eight minutes to spread out and four of you will be the rescuers. The other seventeen must hide in whichever place they with. Nine of the hidden may not speak. I will select them now.” Thirteen explained.

“Ah, we’re playing hide and seek!” Alien cheered.

“To be precise, almost. Okay, the four that will search are…”

For the love of tacos and all things sacred in this world, do not fucking pick me.

“Them!” He pointed to Izuku, Ochaco, Mineta, and Bakugo.

Cool. An angry chihuahua, a perverted dumbass, and two of the sweetest cinnamon rolls. I feel safe.

“Why the fuck do I have to be with Deku?!”

“There’s no helping it, we’re in the Anime Festa,” Ochaco answered. Again? Man, I wish I had my phone on me to look this shit up.

“What the hell is that?!”

“Calm down, calm down. Let’s research it!” Kirishima answered, happily.

“When you carry the victims, you can touch their chests or their ass! Is that considered an evil deed?” Mineta was staring at Alien and Tsu, whose backsides were facing him.

Flames covered my entire body as I walked up behind him, slamming my fist against my palm. “Fucking try it and I’ll personally escort you to the deepest fucking depths of hell, you bastard.”

He squeaked, jumping backward as he covered his head, tears filling his eyes.

Izuku came up beside me. “You’re forbidden from carrying them, Mineta.”

The seventeen students meant to hide scattered across the broken cityscape. I ducked behind one of the broken buildings, hands stuffed into my pockets. Hmm, he should be making an appearance soon. I wonder, how will the other students react when he does? Honestly, I think this is a bad idea. Talk about risking some serious PTSD.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and paused, glancing behind me.

French Fry gave me a soft smile. “Would you like to hide together, mademoiselle?”

I shrugged and continued on my way, with him following close behind. The spot I chose was on the outskirts, a broken building leaning on its side over the wall that surrounded the city. I climbed up the rubble leading to the fourth floor, glancing back when his foot slipped and he nearly fell. I held my hand out to him and he sent me a sheepish smile.

“Thank you,” He took my hand and I pulled him forward, letting him go in front of me.

“Watch your footing, yeah,” I ordered.

He nodded, stepping through the giant hole on the side of the building. It led to the stairwell.

I hummed thoughtfully. “It’s about time, I imagine.”

“Hm?” He tilted this head in confusion.

With a sigh, I rested my hand on top of his head, ruffling his blonde hair. “Don’t freak out, okay?”

“What do you -”

His words were cut short when a loud explosion rang out from the other side of the training area, shaking the entire dome.

それ以上に上昇 ☆ The Day Before

“Whatever you think I did, you can’t prove shit.” I said as I stepped into the teacher’s offices. Aizawa was sitting at his desk, the skeletal Toshi standing beside him.

“I’m not even gonna ask,” Aizawa sighed.

“Smart man,”

“Now that you’re both here, I’d like your help in planning a surprise,” Toshi spoke up, glancing between us.

“A surprise?”

“Yes! The students will be returning to the USJ tomorrow to resume their rescue training. I want to surprise them by pretending to be a villain and hiding in one of the areas.”

“I’m opposed. They have just suffered from a villain attack.” Aizawa responded, sounding like he was regretting his life choices.

“They think that was just an accident.” Toshi held up a finger as he explained. “They believe it’s a coincidence that almost never happens, but that isn’t the case. Heroes are always in danger. I want them to understand that.”

I scratched my cheek, leaning on the desk beside Zawa. “That sounds like a bullet train straight to PTSD-ville, Tosh. And anyway, why the fuck am I here?”

“If we go through with this, we can’t risk you losing control again,” Toshi answered, making me scowl. I mean, he’s right, but still. “And I would also like to not get burned, young Jen. I plan on bringing young Todoroki in on the plan, as well.”

“Jen is right, it’s counterproductive. It may traumatize them if it goes wrong.”

“You must teach determination to overcome it.” Toshi slipped into his muscled form, complete with that Crest smile. “That is our duty as teachers!”

Aizawa was quiet for a moment, lowering his head. “You will assume responsibility.”

“Ahaha! Don’t worry, I believe in their strength!”

“Jen,”

“Yeah, Zawa?”

“Don’t get involved.”

“Less effort for me. Dope.”

He sighed.

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I sighed, taking a seat on the bottom step leading up to the fifth floor.

“W-What was that?” French Fry swallowed, squeezing his body against the wall and peering out the hole.

“I told you not to freak out, didn’t I?” I propped my cheek against my palm, wishing I had an ice-cold Dr. Pepper.

“What if… what if it’s serious?”

“Come ‘ere,” I waved my hand and he hesitantly sat beside me. “I’ll tell you a secret, but you gotta keep it to yourself. All Might thought it would be a brilliant idea to pretend to be a villain to see how everyone would react.”

“How do you know that?”

“Uh,” Well, shit, I didn’t think he’d ask me that. I can’t tell him that Toshi is my guardian, that could cause some problems for both of us. I haven’t even told Bakugo that. “I, uhh, overheard him and Aizawa talking about it yesterday.” Not technically a lie.

He tilted his head, indigo eyes meeting mine. I felt like he could see through me, but he didn’t say anything.

The building shook harder, the wall cracking as a heavy gust of wind shot out from the center of the city. French Fry grabbed my arm as the crack spread to the ceiling above us. “Shit!” I jumped up, throwing him over my shoulder before jumping out of the hole, my feet sliding down the decline of rubble. Seconds later, the building collapsed in on itself. Goddamn it, Toshi. You’re supposed to scare the brats, not kill ’em.

“You okay?”

He nodded wearily and I set him down. The street we were on was on a hill and with most of the buildings now flat because of Toshi, we could see the battle from here. Toshi stood in the center of the city, wearing tan pants and a black muscle shirt, his face covered by a gas mask.

“Man, what a pain.”

Bakugo was attacking him aggressively, but his explosions were doing no damage. Toshi swiped at him but he dodged, using his quirk to jump over Toshi’s head before sending a powerful blast to his back. The force sent Bakugo sliding back across the ground, stopping in front of Iida.

“Oi, don’t worry about others! Don’t just stand there, make those weaklings run away!”

“Why do you have to insult others?!” Iida demanded angrily.

“Oi, oi, Bakugo! Who do you mean by ‘those weaklings’?” Kirishima grinned as the class started to gather at the scene.

“We are the twenty-one students of class 1-A,” Momo announced proudly.

“We will all be heroes!” Ochaco agreed.

“Ho? How brave.” Toshi taunted them. “However…” He sliced his hand through the air, sending a gust of wind and debris flying toward them.

French Fry rushed forward, folding his arms behind his head. “I’ll take care of this!” He leaned back, shooting a blast from his naval laser that destroyed some of the debris.

Kirishima hardened his body while Sumo downed a bunch of sugar, both of them punching and slicing at the rocks in the air. Punk plugged her jacks into her boots, sending sound waves of her heartbeat shooting straight toward Toshi. Using the distraction, Flex Tape used his quirk to wrap around him, while Momo created a cannon, shooting a net that covered him.

Hmm, they’re doing well. They’re not hesitating like they were before. They’ve gotten a lot stronger.

“Now!”

“Let’s go, class 1-A!”

Several of them rushed toward him, but Toshi easily broke free of his bonds, the sheer power of doing so sent everyone flying backward. My eyes met with Iida’s, which opened wide before narrowing in anger.

“I didn’t think you would all come to attack me. It’s unexpected, but with something so simple -”

Ah, the cliche ‘attack while the villain is monologuing’ trope.

Bakugo appeared behind him and he leaned his head to the side, dodging the explosive fist. Attack after attack, Toshi easily dodged them all. I know Bakugo has to be getting really fucking frustrated. Toshi is toying with him, trying to make him feel weak and powerless. I guess, in a way, that’s exactly what a villain would do, but… damn, I feel kinda guilty for not helping. Not like I could do much against that brick wall anyway.

“It seems you’re tired,” Toshi provoked. “Time to end this.”

“Don’t make me fucking laugh! I’m barely getting started!”

“Now!” Izuku rushed toward Ochaco, their hands connecting as he jumped into the air. Tsu’s tongue wrapped around his waist as she turned in a circle, launching him toward Toshi who was too distracted by Bakugo’s relentless assault.

“No matter how much you try -”

Oi, what is Izuku holding? Is that… one of Mineta’s balls? Oh god, that sounds so fucking wrong. I feel dirty just thinkin’ that shit.

He stuck the ball to the back of Todoroki’s vest, ripping him away from Toshi. Heh, so that was their plan. Damn, these kids ain’t half bad. I grinned, feeling proud of my classmates.

Izuku ripped his glove off since it was stuck to the ball and bent his middle finger in. I could feel his power rising. “Smash!” The power was directed as Toshi, who crossed his arms in front of him to block it, feet planted firmly on the ground.

“Weaklings should step aside!” Bakugo rushed in, both palms smoking. “I’ll kill him! Die!!” He brought his wrists together before unleashing a powerful explosion that sent Toshi flying backward.

Right onto a piece of broken building that had been covered by purple balls.

Oh, boy. I think you were just bested, Tosh.

“I-I can’t move,” Toshi’s front side was stick to the wall. He desperately tried to pull himself free, but it was impossible. To think the number one hero could be defeated by Mineta’s balls…

Bakugo stomped up to him smugly. “Now, it’s time for the final touch!”

“W-Wait, I -” he pulled his head back, the mask sliding off his face. “I am here!”

“All Might?!”

“Ahahaha! I wanted to create a surprise scenario in which a villain appeared in the end. Well, that happened, but you did a great job! I wouldn’t expect any less from the hero course…”

The students gathered around him and they looked pretty pissed off. “You went overboard, moron!!”

I sweatdropped as they took their frustrations out on his motionless body.

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

“I’m sorry!”

I jumped down from the ledge, giving him a pitiful look.

“Todoroki!”

“Hah?! Were you in on the surprise?!”

“…sorry,” He lowered his head.

“How cruel, All Might!”

“I’m sorry! It wasn’t serious!”

“Midoriya hurt his finger! Don’t you think that’s a bad image for the school?!”

Well, I mean, he does that a lot, though.

“Don’t do it again! Right, Deku?” Ochaco asked, turning toward him.

Izuku fell to the ground on his ass. “Well, I’m glad it was just a surprise!”

“Young Midoriya…”

“Don’t go ‘young Midoriya’!” Iida scolded.

“Deku, let’s go see Recovery Girl!” Ochaco helped him to his feet.

I headed for the stairs but someone grabbed my shoulder firmly. I looked behind me, eyes narrowing at Iida, who was glaring at me. “Let go,”

“Why didn’t you help us? You were just standing there!”

I shoved his hand off. “None of your business,”

“It is my business! While we were doing our best to take down what we perceived to be a true villain, you just stood there without a care in the world! The least you can do is explain why.”

“I don’t owe you anything, bro.”

“S-She probably knew about it, too! Like Todoroki…” Izuku intervened, looking between the two of us with a worried expression. “Right, Jen?”

I grunted in response, turning away from them. Aizawa sent me a look from beneath his bandages, but I ignored him as I ascended the steps.

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I stifled a yawn as I left the school, adjusting the strap of my bag. It had been lying across my right breast and it feckin’ hurt.

“Oi, bitch!”

“For fuck’s sake…” I sighed, stopping to wait for Bakugo to catch up. He didn’t stop, pushing me forward with his shoulder. “Yes, Bakugo?”

He glanced at me and scoffed. “I know you read my fucking messages.”

“Does it really matter?”

“Of course it fucking matters! Why are you ignoring me?!”

I shrugged.

“Che, whatever. Be that way. You better go straight fucking home, we still have to get you to max level!”

“Kirishima is level one hundred.”

“So fucking what?”

“You only had me there because you had no one else to play with, right? Now you don’t need me, just play with Kiri.”

His hand connected with the back of my head, sending me stumbling a few steps ahead. “I knew you were a dumbass, but this is pathetic!”

My eye twitched. “You wanna die, Bakuhoe?”

His face was serious, making me pause. “I asked you to play because… because…”

My eyes widened. No fucking way, is he… blushing?

“Because you’re my friend, you dumbass!”

“Bakugo…” He really considers me his friend? My heart skipped a beat in my chest.

He pushed past me. “God, girls are so fucking weird! Don’t jump to conclusions, dumbass, say somethin’ next time.”

“Hey, Bakugo.”

He stopped but didn’t turn around. “What?”

I smiled, feeling warmth settle on my chest. “Thank you,”

“Whatever,” he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked away.

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