#sorry can’t relate to the ‘they smell fear’ sentiment.

[badolmen]

‘oooo printers are so mean and scary’ rip to you but I’m built different. my printer eats oats from my hand. the printer at work lets me print double sided papers without so much as a whinny. don’t get me started on the office copy machine we have a bond you couldn’t comprehend.

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

What do you think of JM’s updated Spotify? I don’t normally read into things, but his song choices makes me sad. “At my worst” “I can’t be myself (excuse me while I cry) & “When was it over?” With the lyrics “was it that fight we didn’t have when I came in? Was it the first time you saw me drunk? Second time I said I’m sorry?” It sounds like a replay of Vmins dumpling incident and it worries me. JM looked off in the recent live, almost sad and pouty lately. Do you think I’m over analyzing it?

Admin 1: The short answer to this would be: yes, you are over analyzing things.

The longer one would be that, for example, Pink Sweat$'s At My Worst isn't a sad song, it's actually the exact opposite. It's a very cute and romantic song. Just look at the first verse:

Can I call you baby? Can you be my friend? Can you be my lover up until the very end? Let me show you love, oh, no pretend Stick by my side even when the world is caving in, yeah

I'd actually argue this kinda sounds like a mixture between Sweet Night and Friends when it comes to the sentiment of those words. I’ve seen some people even claim that this will replace Ed Sheeran’s romantic songs that have so far been used at every wedding ever because of how sweet it is.

Then we have Justin Bieber’s I can’t be myself which I believe you probably only looked at the title and jumped to conclusions because, again, this isn’t a sad song either. The lyrics are more about how Justin (or whoever) cannot be himself when you (I’d guess he likely means his wife) isn’t by his side, thus wanting to say that he is happiest and most himself when they are together. It’s sweet and lovely, not sad.

I could travel any place But without you, it's just runnin' around (Girl, I'm just runnin' around) They could open Heaven's gates But without you, I'm just stuck in the clouds (Yeah, yeah)

Lastly, from the songs you specifically highlighted, is Sasha Sloan’s when was it over? which yes, I’ll admit this one is a sad song about not being able to let go even though you know there is nothing left. The song though has a very calm sound, something you’d listen to in the evening, and something I could see both him and Tae like listening to, not because Jimin relates to the lyrics but because it’s simply a pretty song.

On my current playlist I have Stromae’s Formidable, a song about a heartbroken man getting wasted after a breakup. I’ve neither gotten my heart broken nor am I sad and yet I still love this song because it’s just a really good song. Sometimes that’s the only reason we need to listen to a song. Nothing more to it.

All that to say that I don’t believe there is any correlation whatsoever to be made here, especially since Tae and Jimin look more than happy in recent months (did you notice Jimin happily smiling at Tae during their most recent performance of Butter for Colbert at the beginning of their subunit dance?) and there is nothing that could indicate to us that something went wrong between them, or that Jimin could be sad or something bad going on with him. I mean, look at JKs playlist and the fact that he has Billie Eilish’s Your Power on it, applying your thought process, does that mean that JK is trying to tell us he went through something similar to Billie? That he is sad? Or do you think he simply recommended that song because he likes Billie’s music? The last one seems the most likely, doesn’t it?

So, to sum it all up, there is absolutely no need to worry, seriously.

Admin 2: In the evenings, when it's very quiet and my big city has fallen asleep, I really enjoy listening to Sweet Night. I also like to go back to 4 O'Clock from time to time (although I know I will cry). Does that mean I missed my chance in life to be with my beloved? No and no again! I've never been in a situation like this, I wasn't unhappy or "fragily" in love, no one abandoned me or cheated on me. I listen to these songs because I love them. They match the mood of the evening and calm me down despite the sad lyrics and let me fall asleep peacefully.

I am a person who listens to a lot of songs from the past; Songs that remind me of situations, remind me of years of studying, enable me to relive certain situations.

Dear Anon, thank you very much for your question (confession), but I admit that I see it as "looking for some kind of backdoor" so to speak, a way to create a loophole and deny everything after all.

I don't know who you are, I don't know if you really are a Vminnie, but I think you are clinging to any possibility of a situation to undermine the reality or existence of Vmin. That's how I see it, if I offend you, I apologize. The more we get new materials about Tae and Jimin every day, like them being cute in the McDonald's behind the scenes, the more such "sad thoughts" we get sent to us through asks every day.

Firstly, I'm not sure if Jimin (and Taehyung) is fluent enough in English to capture the accuracy of the lyrics and understand its message. Of course, you can translate it, but for that to happen first the song has to catch your attention, and usually it's the melody and the overall feeling of a song that does it, and not the lyrics. And that is the point!

I think Jimin picked these tracks because he simply likes them. Perhaps he first paid attention to the melodies and the mood and only then understood the lyrics sometime later.

A lot of people (including me) hear some kind of song instead of another because they are intrigued by the melody or the association with a particular situation. The mood that fits the moment, the weather, the time of day or many other things which lead us to choose this song and not another.

Maybe Jimin and Taehyung were driving at night and listening to the song on the radio, maybe they were in a romantic mood back then, just having dinner together or taking a half bath together. Ha ha, I know I am deceiving and romanticizing what I am saying to reflect the vast possibilities and reasons why you listen to music like this and no other. Jimin putting together this list of songs for his spotify playlist doesn't mean he listens to it all the time, every day, but that he has the songs he likes on his list and chose the ones he wants to hear right now, or that he thought ARMY could like.

Of course, I'm sure he listens to very different songs during exercising than the one lying in bed before falling asleep. Maybe he's listening to this list, just like we hear the songs from BTS? We know individual words after repeating them several times, and we generally know (as we decide to read translations) what is going on in a particular song, but we don't understand all the words accurately. Not all of us are in the same situation as described in a particular song, but still we listen to it because we like it, because BTS sings it, because we are waiting for a solo from Suga etc. etc. etc.

For some time now we have been seeing (I see) Vmin happy, even very happy, as if "after the night the day came and after the storm came peace" (by the way, these are the words of one of my favorite songs), I have the impression that Vmin have finished fighting all their fights and they are just happy now, finally. Taehyung looks like a million dollars, he's literally glowing and far more lively than he was a year ago.

To him, Jimin is like smooch like butter and someone he likes the most. Taehyung is a handsome and hot chingu for Jimin who he also likes him the most as well. Tell me dear Anon, where is there room for fear and doubt in the love they share? Why and on what basis do you suspect that Vmin has broken up, or is having problems, or that either of them is unhappy? Besides, if one of them has an off day or is simply tired after a packet schedule and thus doesn't look as animated, why is that immediately read as "Jimin and Tae aren't together anymore" or "they are drifting apart" when chances are far more likely that it has nothing to do with their bond? Based on the playlist, or based on Vlive, or maybe based on both of these events, what is the correlation?

I've seen the Vlive. To tell the truth, I didn't see a sad and pouty Jimin there. Instead, I saw Taehyung smiling and content, and Jimin smiled and admired Tae's new hairstyle. I watched the latest BTS interviews. Vmin stared at each other, Jimin stared at Tae with a big smile that only grew in size and the two communicated with their eyes.

Jimin caressed Taehyung's back/butt in the Butter MV making Episode and said there’s butter here (though it wasn’t translated in the subs).

In the McD ad they were together and standing next to each other, even with Jimin resting his head on Tae's shoulder and then Jimin eating Tae's chicken nugget from his hand.

Honestly, I don't know what else Vmin would have to do to keep people from doubting their bond and happiness. They have shown us so much, I think they have reached the limit of what can be said without saying it bluntly.

Most importantly, this is a very interesting situation as we have never had as much "dubious news/content" (not meant negatively at all) as we have now after Taehyung's interview with his ‘confession’/clarification about Sweet Night. To me it smells a bit like someone wants to cause fear or plant the seed of doubt, or be like a trojan horse with the underlying idea of course being that "well...we must be wrong" even though there’s no reason for us to believe/think that.

[summoner-chan]

Sorry, I guess I should have been more specific, I WAS talking about Darius lol. Aight then last two questions: Shiro and Durga.

And don't worry about the long winded responses, I love it when people feel comfortable enough talking about themselves, and I can, like, feel their excitement as I read. :)

I tend to worry about how much I talk since that experience with someone on discord (the same server as those two passive aggressive peeps) asked me to not to post a wall (what they meant is that not send a long ass one whole paragraph of words) because I was talking a long time to type and send-

Mind you, my phone was lagging at the time there was a lot of typos happening without my control so I had to retype them. I remember it being something they asked what's about that art I drew?

Other than that, they were pretty mean, maybe because they were part of the admin teams of the discord or they're just a natural born dick :/ and I mean by natural born dick when someone just said good criticism and everyone who's friend with that person just-

y'know bit his head off saying things like "lmaooo nobody needs that shit critism 🤪. Look at this guy shitting on (username) 😂😂" and there's them going all "I don't need your damn critism, I don't fucking care. I ask critism when I want to and I didn't ask for yours so you can stfu" like okay....no need to offended by that... And I found the critism on the spot though? I couldn't see your linework from all those shading-

Anyways, I'm being off topic so let's hop to the Housamo Ask Game!✨✨

[Shiro]

Favorite book or favourite book series? Oof, truth to be told, I'm more to a manga/comic book reader 😂😂 but I do enjoy reading books once awhile!! I only own two horror light novels which are in my native language so I'll try to translate their title??

The very first book I had was Kakak Kemboja (Kemboja in English is Frangipani) which translates to Big Sis Kemboja/Sister Kemboja (not in a Nun way-) and it was about a young boy meeting one of the tenants in the old apartment he lived in.

After losing his father and his house, he and his mother was forced out by the late father's mother and brother who planned to make their house into a homestay. This caused the young boy to stay at the apartment alone while his mother was working to bits but don't be sad, Big Sis will always be there for you

Spoiler, Big Sis is actually a ghost 👻

In Asian culture, Frangipani is one of the notorious for having it's scent being related to ghosts. If you're alone and you smell something fragrant, it's best to get out of there as fast as you can along with to not comment about the scent on the spot. I tend to smell fragrant things (doesn't help that I can see things ksjdjwkdje) even in my own house so I just- Yeet myself from that place

The second book is Somniphobia which is the Fear of Sleeping. It's about an office guy who likes to read scary and horror books at night until morning which causes him to get late for work most of the time. He was starting to get bored since he's already read all of the books he owned and nothing seems to catch his eye until his old friend suggested him a book, Somniphobia. Little did he know, the more he read the book, the less sleep he had. To be specific, he's started to develop Somniphobia himself. .

I only read light novels because once I bought the book, I immediately read it, to the point I finish it one day which just frustrates me to no end. I read super fast and everything just gets crammed to my head and I'd have to reread again to make things sensible kskskksksdj

I'm not a manic like my big sis though, she has two shelfs full from her novels. Her favorite book series is the Clockwork series, the Shadowhunter series which is written by Cassandra Clare and she almost have the full set now- 😂

[Durga]

To be sentimental or to not be sentimental-

Well then I'm going to the sentimental path skksksks

I'd actually want my family get back together again but you know, I can never take in another man who's not even my biological father to begin with after what I went through with said man

Having to cope without having a dad for 2 years now is sad but it happened, I know it's not my fault even though another part of me insists that I should have done better. I cry so easily whenever there's things that reminds me of him, I can't handle scenes where a man is lying in bed in the hospital, I can't handle seeing fathers being very affectionate to their children and I can't handle going to hospitals again

Thinking about marriages is what hits me the most because in my religion, the bride's father will be the officiant for the wedding, handing his daughter over to the groom's care so to say. That doesn't mean that I won't be able to get married without having a father to be the officiant but rather the officiant will be replaced by the bride's brother or uncle (brother of the father) and if there none, a court religious officer will be the officiant

It's just that thinking how lucky your eldest sister (from the first wife of my late dad + divorced) was able to have your late dad as the officiant of her wedding then when it was only you and your four sisters (two from the same mom while the other two is from the second wife), the chance was already gone. I won't see my late dad at my own wedding, only having it being replaced by my brother or uncle. It's not the same, it won't ever be the same because he's not there to see his grandkids or will he have the opportunity to be called grandpa

It just hurts knowing that he won't be there to be a part of the big parts of my life

But it happened and there's nothing I could change, I'm already quite happy and grateful to have mu late dad's wife and her family taking care of me and my two sisters despite there are times when we've fought but nonetheless grateful

I don't have my biological mom with me at the time since she was forced to stay in her own home country due to her citizenship, I dearly miss her but...due to personal reasons, I can't help but hate her from time to time. She does the wrong things and it scarred me badly, hence why I am unable to give her my blessings for her to get married

That's all I could say since if I were to say more, things would get pretty long and it's just me ranting out :P

Thank you for sending in ask in!! Feel free to send anymore like usual~

[imaginedanganronpa]

can i request kissing hcs for the v3 cast? like anything related to kissing lol

Hello, friends! I’m back! This was a really simple Request to return with, so I hope you enjoy! I’ll make a really quick post about my Hiatus shortly.

Kissing Headcanons with the V3 Cast!

Kaede Akamatsu

Kaede is a pretty average kisser. She usually takes charge, butshe doesn’t mind giving you the power sometimes. All she wants is to enjoy yourpresence, regardless of who is in control.

And she melts away whenever you kiss her, completely submissive toyour touch. However, she is usually the one to press forward and heat thingsup. She likes being the one to take control in intimate situations, but willnot hesitate to switch the power to you.

She’s a big fan of slow, sweet kisses. Even if she’s rushed fortime, she never forgets to give you a kiss as the two of you are parting ways.It’s the way she says hello and goodbye, and she will never miss an opportunityto kiss you when one presents itself.

In between kisses, Kaede will smile and look at you with half-liddedeyes. She always looks so radiant and genuinely happy whenever you show heraffectionate. She’s also a giggler, and her breath will hitch into bubblylaughter in between the smooches. 

Kaede still blushes when your lips touch, though, no matter howlong you’ve been dating or how many kisses she has given you; she always saysthat it’s just the effect that you have on her.

Her lips taste very sweet, like candy and cherries. They’re alsovery warm and welcoming, almost addicting. They taste so sweet that in the heatof the moment, you don’t want to break the kiss or pull away and you can’t seemto get enough of her.

Kaede will often bury her face in the crook of your neck and leavekisses all over your skin, letting her eyes flutter close as her hands entwinein your hair. She is quite the needy kisser, always giving you plenty ofattention. She can get rather desperate, leaving gentle nips on your lower lipas she hums against your mouth in a sing-song tone.

Kaede also likes kissing down your body without leaving a singleinch of skin unscathed. She’s such a big romantic that all she wants to do isgive you her affection; and any way she can do that, she will.

She loves each and every one! Kaede cherishes the kisses you giveher, they always fill her stomach with butterflies.

And she’s the type of person to flat out ask you for a kiss. Shecan be a bit needy, often puffing out her cheeks as she leans forward. Itreally depends on her mood. There are some days where she needs more attentionthan others, but it’s never really a bother.

Her fingers will play with your hair as she works against yourmouth or skin. Kaede is one to praise you as she loves all over you, mumblingsweet nothings.

“You smell so sweet, and you lips feel so nice. I love everythingabout you, (Y/N).”

Saihara Shuichi

One of your favorite things about Saihara is how soft his lipsare, and how they perfectly fit onto yours. It’s almost as if they wereperfectly molded to fit with your mouth, and that definitely isn’t a complaint.

The first time you two kissed, the sheer softness of his lips tookyou by surprise. He also has the tendency to taste like mint and coffee. Evenif those aren’t tastes you particularly enjoy, it becomes an acquired taste andyou learn to get used to it.

Saihara is an incredibly shy kisser as well, and he doesn’t alwaysknow where his hands should go or what he should do, but he isn’t a bad kisser.He just doesn’t have a lot of experience.

He’s also a gentleman who will ask before he kisses you, even ifit’s minor. He mainly does this in public; even if it’s just a quick peck onthe cheek or the lips. He likes to lean in close, a faint blush on his face,before asking, “May I?” in a hushed voice.

But when you’re at home, Saihara is less hesitant and will bring youinto his arms and kiss you like there’s no tomorrow. He doesn’t typically askwhen you’re in private, and instead takes the chance whenever he gets it.Sometimes, he can’t help himself.

When he gets really flustered, he’ll hide his face behind his hat.There has been more than one awkward run in between you two where the bill ofhis hat accidentally bumped your forehead as you two were leaning in for akiss. Every time this happens, Saihara panics and frantically apologizes beforecradling you in his arms. While you’ve learned to laugh it off, he’s stilltraumatized each time.

“O-Oh, God! I’m so sorry, (Y/N)! Please, it was an accident!”He’ll stutter as you giggle in response, pulling you into his chest as hetosses his hat off and leaves kisses on your forehead as an apology.

Saihara also likes planting kisses along your shoulders, jaw, andneck while you’re cuddling. It isn’t anything sexual, but comforting instead.

He finds it relaxing when you come up behind him and massage hisshoulders as you kiss along the nape of his neck, especially after dealing witha particularly difficult case. When he’s stressed out, your touch and your lipsare always his go-to remedy.

Saihara opts for quick kisses, but when he’s tired or needy, he’llpull you into a long, passionate embrace. This isn’t as frequent, so he usuallygoes with a quick peck instead.

But each time he kisses you, regardless of if it was on the lipsor other parts of your body, his eyes will sparkle and he will lovingly smileback at you when he’s done. 

He also blushes a lot, which is fascinatingly cute.

Maki Harukawa

It took Maki a long time before she was even comfortable enough tokiss you. Little did you know, she had zero kissing experience before you, sothis is a first for her. And as much as she’ll deny it, she was secretly verynervous and scared to kiss you the first time.

Not a surprise, but Maki is also very Tsundere about kissing andisn’t afraid to show it.

You often find yourself asking her for permission before you kissher, fearing that she’ll reject you if you aren’t careful. And every time youdo, she becomes a blushing and stuttering mess.

She’ll twirl her hair in her hands and puff out her cheeks,avoiding eye contact as she denies how red her face is becoming. “U-Uh… sure… Iguess,” she’ll mumble before closing her eyes and waiting for you to move infor the kill.

Maki isn’t normally the one to make the moves. Instead, she letsyou initiate the kisses and will wait patiently for you to close the gap. Shetends to stand still and wait for you rather than chase after it herself.

It takes her some time before she’s comfortable enough to engagein the affection herself. She still comes across as nervous most of the time,but you’re more frequently seeing her tug on your sleeve or non-verballycommunicate that she wants attention in other ways.

She won’t outright tell you when she wants a kiss, you’ve had tolearn how to guess. She’s far too embarrassed to admit when she wants to beloved. You’ve gotten good at reading her signals, though.

Maki is very stiff at first, but she quickly loosens up. If youcatch her in a good mood, she’ll be a downright predator hunting its prey,feverishly attacking your lips as if it’s the only thing she knows how to do.

Each time this happens, though, she blushes and feels embarrassedafterwards. She just… doesn’t know what comes over her.

Maki really likes it when you bite her lower lip, gasping at thefeeling. The first time you did this, her knees nearly gave out and you had tosupport her weight by yourself.

She is a very gentle and wary kisser, though. She does enjoy thekissing, as much as she hates to admit it, but she is still nervous and carefulafter all this time.

When she’s tired and had a long day, though, the only thing shewants to come home to is your arms. She’ll curl up and let you leave kisses allover her skin, a tiny smile appearing on her lips.

In typical Maki fashion, though, she’ll threaten to kill you ifyou ever tell the others about her soft side.

Ouma Kokichi

Ouma is quite enthusiastic, but he won’t hesitate to tease you,either. Even from the start of your relationship, he was always such a tease,especially when it comes to kissing.

His kisses are full of tongue, accompanied by Ouma wrapping hisfingers in your hair or roaming around your body as he smashes his lips againstyours. 

Without a doubt, his kisses are passionate. They’re fast, like aspitfire, and can sometimes be overwhelming. He goes for the more fieryapproach to kissing rather than a gentle, sentimental one.

He doesn’t really care who sees, not at all fazed by PDA. Oumawill kiss you in public and brag about it later, smirking whenever the two ofyou get bad looks from strangers; you aren’t as keen about this as he is,though.

He loves it when you kiss his neck and his ear lobes, and he isn’tafraid to let you know this. If things escalate and get heated, he’ll encourageyou to leave love-bites on his neck and insists that he can just hide it withhis scarf.

However, Ouma will wear the marks with pride. He’s not afraid tolet people see them, either. Overall, his love is open with not only you buteveryone around you as well.

When things get intimate, his kisses become extremely sloppy andhis hands will desperately roam your body, clinging onto every curve andcrevice he can find.

He’s also the type to growl and make other sounds against yourmouth when you kiss him, especially when he’s the one in charge.

Ouma loves tongue kissing, but will deny you entrance and prolongit before finally letting you access his mouth. 

He really doesn’t like givingup the dominance or shifting power, preferring to be the one in control.

He’s also a big fan of making out and will pout like a child ifyou pull away too early. On the flip-side, he will purposefully pull away justto get you riled up, loving to see you squirm around him.

If you tug on his hair while you’re kissing, it’s a sure-fire wayto get him in the mood. He’ll make snarky comments as well, enjoying everymoment he has with your lips against his own.

“Oh, (Y/N), you like this? When I kiss you like this? I’m sure youdo!~”

Himiko Yumeno

Sleepy kisses are this girl’s specialty. They’re also her favoritetype of kiss, but that’s a bit obvious. 

When Himiko first wakes up in the morning, she loves rolling overto find your peaceful face beside hers. Then, she’ll nuzzle her face besideyours and give you half-asleep, dazed kisses over and over.

She will loosely wrap her arms around your neck and press her bodyagainst yours as she leaves tiny kisses on your lips, drawing in only smallbreaths in between.

“Nyeh… ‘morning, (Y/N)… I love you… did you sleepokay?” She’ll speak with both smooches and yawns to punctuate her sentences.

But when she’s fully awake, that’s a different story.

Her mind goes into overdrive when she’s aware of her surroundings,and she will nervously kiss you with less confidence than before. Himiko alsoblushes intensely whenever you kiss her first; her cheeks will become as red asher hair.

She gets flustered whenever you kiss her by surprise. She won’tfight against you, but she’ll be a fumbling mess when you pull away.

Himiko usually gives you lazy kisses, without a lot of passion inthem. Sometimes, she outright tells you that she’s too tired to kiss you rightnow and to ‘come back later.’

Most of her kisses are somewhat sloppy and unplanned, andsometimes she’ll completely miss your mouth altogether.

Himiko is good at covering her tracks, though. When she does this,she’ll insist that she meant to miss your mouth, and that she really was aimingfor your chin after all!

By far, your favorite type of kiss with her is when she wraps herarms around your waist and comes up from behind. Himiko will leave small kissesall over your back, shoulders, and arms, with her hands tracing small circlesin your skin as she does so. She usually does this when she’s really tired andhalf-asleep, nuzzling her face against your skin before she closes her eyes anddrifts away.

Due to her small stature, it’s easy for you to kiss her forehead,and she really loves it when you do. But she’ll complain about how short sheis, wishing she was taller so she doesn’t have to stand on her toes to kiss youevery time.

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro loves to softly kiss you most of the time. He likes to goslow and steady, enjoying the moment and taking in how sweet you taste. He’ssurprisingly very good at pinpointing the flavor on your lips at any givenmoment.

He will also mumble against your mouth, sweet nothings that makeyour heart race and your body melt. “God, you taste wonderful. I love youso much, I love the way you kiss me.”

He likes planting soft kisses on your lips when you least expectit, just to give you a smug half-grin in return. He finds the surprisedexpression you make afterward to be incredibly endearing.

Every time Rantaro kisses you, he’s handling you with such care,as if you were made out of the finest China, easily breakable if he isn’tcareful. 

He would gently run his hands along your body – up and down yourarms, gently squeezing your limbs sometimes, or down your back in smoothcircles. He just loves the feeling of your body in his hands and can mold you,mapping out exactly where you like to be touched.

If he’s in a mood, Rantaro has the tendency to squeeze your asswhilst he kisses you as well.

His hands have a mind of their own, drifting down to your waist orup to hold the back of your neck, or clasp the side of your cheekaffectionately as he deepens the kiss.

Rantaro likes closing his eyes when he kisses you, syncing hisbreathing as his heart-rate steadily increases, but he’ll sometimes part hiseyes slightly to see the expression on your face. He also likes smiling intoyour kisses, so you know just how much he’s enjoying it.

But when the two of you are alone, it’s a different story. Thosequick, soft kisses become incredibly erotic and enticing. In the privacy ofyour own home, his kisses are still soft and slow but he uses much more tongueand likes to bite your lower lip teasingly between kisses.

If he can get you to whimper into his mouth, then Rantaro feelssuccessful. Upon hearing your mewls, he’ll let out a breathy chuckle and smirkwithout ever taking his lips off of yours. This boy just knows exactly how toget you weak in the knees.

Tenko Chabashira

She’s quite the nervous kisser, especially at first. She neverfully gets over it, though. Tenko is still a big awkward even after you’ve beendating for a long time, it’s just part of her mannerisms.

She is shy and doesn’t really know what to do with her hands, soshe’ll either awkwardly place them on your sides or your cheeks, or fidget withthem herself. She also likes to twirl and readjust her hair as you kiss her, itgives her something to keep her mind off of her shyness.

But Tenko loves kissing, and she becomes needy very fast. If you pullaway before she’s ready, she’ll pout and hum at the loss of feeling.

The award for the tensest kisser would definitely go to her.

She’s so worried about doing a good job that it can negativelyimpact her abilities. Tenko overthinks it a lot, worried that you won’t likeher kisses.

She also stutters a lot when you kiss her, become engulfed in thefeeling as she blushes and nervously tries to regain her composure. She trulydoes love it, though, despite it all.

You always have to make sure she is comfortable before you kissher, otherwise you run the risk of getting accidentally sucker-punched due toher reflexes. Tenko’s never actually harmed you, but you know how she gets whenshe’s on edge.

As nervous and shy as she is, though, Tenko really likes to beshowered with kisses and affection. 

Granted, she’ll blush intensely and keep her eyes scrunched shutfor most of the experience, but she relaxes into your touch as you trail kissesalong her body.

She would try to do the same thing for you, but quickly gives updue to embarrassment once her lips reach your neck.

Tenko gets lost in the feeling of love and sunlight when you kissher, though. When you move away, she often has a look on her face that tellsyou just how invested she truly was. Her cheeks get flushed and her eyes arehalf-lidded with the faintest smile on her face. She looks as if she iscompletely drifting on cloud-nine.

Once she realizes that you’re staring, though, she panics andreverts back to her typical nervous and paranoid self.

 On the few occasions that she has tried to take charge, Tenko hasgiven you small, wary kisses that make you think she doesn’t know what to dowith you. So, you usually have to regain the lead and guide her as she kissesyou, since she doesn’t know what to do on her own. Needless to say, Tenko isthe more submissive one in your relationship.

Kiibo

Kiibo, well, let’s just say he didn’t even fully realize whatkissing was before you came into his life. 

Sure, he knew what it was and had a general idea that it was a signof affection, but he never understood it. He thought it was strange andunsanitary, chocking it up as one of the odd things that humans do that he’dnever comprehend.

However, once you two started dating, his entire demeanor changed.After feeling what true love was like for the first time, Kiibo wanted toexperience everything your relationship had to offer.

With that said, the first time you two kissed was a bit awkward.It wasn’t long into your relationship before Kiibo caught your attention andshyly averted his eyes, shielding most of his face behind his hair, as helooked to the ground and blushed profusely.

“U-Uh… (Y/N), I really want to… kiss you.” He stuttered nervously,worried that you would shoot him down; but how could you say no to such anadorable offer?

It took Kiibo a long time to finally get the hang of kissing. Buthe’s such an adorable kisser – his eyes would be shut tight and his cheekswould be puffed out as he gives you soft little pecks all over.

Often, his kisses are robotic and stiff, but that’s to beexpected. More than once, he’s asked you to teach him how to properly kiss andyou happily oblige. You have guided him through different techniques and paces,trying to find one that he likes.

But he likes all of them, and that’s the issue. He simply enjoysfeeling you melt into him. Kiibo loves to drown you in all sorts of kisses, notreally preferring one type over another.

However, he is rather fond of forehead kisses. He likes thewholesomeness and the giddy expression on your face when he does so.

Kiibo’s kisses are a tad slow, but full of love and care. He isgentle and his hands will gently brisk over your body, hardly making any realcontact. It almost tickles, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

And he won’t stop blushing the entire time your lips areconnected. When you mewl into him, or groan with pleasure, he canshort-circuit. You try to prevent him from getting too overwhelmed so that thisdoesn’t happen, but when things get intimate, he can’t always help it.

Kiibo’s lips are cold, but satisfying. They always leave youwanting more.

Miu Iruma

Oh, boy.

Let’s be honest, her kisses are everywhere and they are a lot tounpack and take in at once.

When you first started dating, she was extremely nervous to kissyou and would blush and fumble with her words whenever your faces were closetogether. Miu would never admit it, though, denying any and all accusations ofher being nervous.

But she loves kisses of all kinds. From the sweet, fast pecks, tothe nibbles on your lower lip as she begs for entrance, the sloppy tonguekisses and intense make-out sessions, to the long, romantic kisses where youjust hold one another and breathe in each other’s scent.

Miu can also change pace in an instant. She can escalate ordeescalate the way things are going with little to no warning. She’s usuallythe one to initiate the make-out sessions, prodding her tongue against yourlips as she explores your mouth, but she’s also the one to take a step back andreturn to soft, sweet kisses instead.

All in all, she’s the one who gets to pick the pace. Even if youtried, she would get bored and switch things up quickly, anyway.

She breathes very heavily whenever she kisses you and her facewill become flushed. You can often feel the heat radiating from her cheeks asshe pulls you closer.

But Miu will feverishly grab for you, wrapping her hands aroundyour collar as she roughly pulls you into a kiss. That’s exactly what a lot ofher kisses are as well - rough.

She tends to start off strong, pulling you close as she smashesand melts her lips against yours. But the second you try to take charge orgrunt against her lips, she will switch to her more submissive side.

All you have to do for Miu to give in is fight against her fordominance, and she’ll easily let you win. She will let her body weight fallonto you, either causing you to fall down with her on top of you or yousupporting her weight entirely.

Miu also growls and makes breathy sounds against your mouth. Evenwhen kissing, she is rather loud and makes plenty of noises.

She’ll also talk a big game about wanting you to kiss over herbody, challenging you in a fight for dominance, but when you actually obligeand grant her wishes, she will melt and become weak, puddy in your hands.

Kaito Momota

Kaito is the type of person who boasts about how he’s such anamazing kisser, but when it actually gets right down to it…

What do I do with my hands? Are my lips chapped? Am I moving toomuch, or too little? Wait, why am I holding my breath? And does my breath smellbad? Am I too tense? Is this okay? Does (Y/N) like this?

He’s so nervous, and his true colors come out in moments likethese.

But realistically, Kaito isn’t a bad kisser at all. He’s sofixated on pleasing you that he often overthinks it and will blame himself forbeing worse than he really is, but his kisses are sweet.

He’s just a little bit too hard on himself. It comes from a goodplace, though; he just wants to make you happy.

He does thoroughly enjoy when you sit on his lap as he kisses you,or if he can be hovering over top of you. That said, he also likes theintimate, sensual kisses that usually lead to something more. 

While Kaito overthinks normal kisses and can falter during theslightest smooch, his make-out sessions are full of passion and his brainswitches off. During heated moments, he kisses you like a completely differentperson. The strings become unattached and he lets loose, roughly kissing youwith hunger.

He uses tongue, but not too much. Kaito uses just the right amountso that it’s still pleasurable for you. He does like to lick your bottom lip asyou kiss him, and the sounds you emit in return cause him to smile against yourmouth with pride.

It also makes him go weak in the knees whenever you curl into hisbody as he kisses you. He loves bring able to cradle you in his arms as hislips work against yours. He likes to feel like your protector.

His normal kisses are very firm and full of love. Kaito will alsokiss you after using his fingers to lift your chin, before sensually gazinginto your eyes with a smirk. 

Kaito really likes eye-contact when you’re kissing and he insiststhat it only makes things even more personal and close.

And he adores it when you trail kisses along his body,particularly along his shoulders and arms after he finishes working out. It’shis way of unwinding and relaxing, and he would take your lips against his skinover a normal massage any day. He also makes sure to return the favor.

Angie Yonaga

Angie is quite the playful kisser. She’s also garnered a generous amount of experience before dating you, so she knows what she’s doing.

However, she isn’t the type to delve into heated make-out sessions on a whim. You have to get her worked up first before she gets to that point. Otherwise, she isn’t really invested in the kisses and will instead give you quick smooches.

All of her kisses are loving, though. She almost always smiles into your kisses, loving the feeling of your lips against her own. Angie is also the type to giggle into your kisses, pressing her body against yours as she freely wraps her arms around your neck.

She frequently talks about how divine kissing is, and how it brings people together. She’ll clasp her hands together and smile warmly as she talks about the subject, praising how wonderful your kisses are.

That’s something she does often: praise. Even while your mouth is against hers, she will continue to spoil you with words of praise and love. She makes plenty of remarks about how warm your lips feel and how comforting they are, complimenting your skills.

Angie is also a big, big fan of nose kisses and will run up to you without any warning to do so. She’ll close her eyes, smile mischievously, and rub her nose against yours without saying another word. It’s become her way of greeting you.She also likes to take you by surprise and pounce on you when you’re least expecting it. That, or she’ll wrap her arms around you from behind and hum into your skin as she pokes her head beside you, looking up at you with her big blue eyes.

Angie just wants to have fun in your relationship, and her kisses reflect that. She’s giddy and childlike, and will do things such as tracing different patterns on your skin with her lips and kisses. She also likes tracing your lips with her finger, complimenting how divine and beautiful you look.

That’s usually her indirect way of telling you she wants a kiss.

But she does make passing comments about how Atua might be watching, or may disapprove of all the direct affection. Regardless, she doesn’t seem to care and that doesn’t seem to stop her, either. 

Angie isn’t afraid to tell you exactly how she feels. She will pester you for attention, poking at you until you kiss her.

She is also a fan of sneak attack kisses - running up to you, quickly pecking your lips or cheek, and running away before you can react.

Honestly, she’s a bit of a handful, but you love her either way.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

You don’t teach him how to kiss, he teaches you.

By the time you two start dating, Korekiyo has had tons of kissing experience and is a seasoned veteran. You shouldn’t be surprised, but he’s one of the best kissers you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.

Korekiyo will get a seductive look in his eyes as he pulls his mask down and leans forward, almost always taking the initiative first. And when the mask comes off, you know you’re in for something special.

His kisses can be all over the places. He likes switching things up, so he might peck your lips or skin at one time, and then give you butterfly kisses the next, and then pull you into a romantic, passionate make-out session before abruptly returning back to normal. You just never know with Korekiyo and he certainly keeps you on your toes.

And you should never take him too lightly – if you try taking the dominant role away from him without his consent, he’ll just take it right back and punish you for it later.

He likes being the one in charge, but will loosen up and let you take the reigns from time to time. However, nine times out of then, he’s the one leading your kisses.

Not everything is dramatic and sensual with Korekiyo, though. He enjoys the lazily kisses, and the quick, cute pecks just as much.

He likes it when you wrap your arms around his waist, and he’s more than happy to do the same to you.

Korekiyo will also go weak in the knees if you tug on his hair as you kiss him, or entwine your hands in his long locks and play with it as he cups your face.

He’s pretty vocal, so you’ll be able to tell when he likes something quite easily.

But by far, the most attractive thing you can do to him in this regard is take him by surprise and tug his mask down before smashing your lips into his. His breath will hitch in his throat and his eyes will widen, but he’s quick to regain his composure and will welcome you once he gets his bearings.

Korekiyo secretly likes it when you get needy like that, but he’ll use it for leverage to tease you later. Everything you do is like a game to him and he’s a master at spinning these things into his favor.

He’s the type to pull you into his lap and deepen the kiss. And once you’re finished, he’ll clear his throat, readjust his mask, smooth down his clothes, and act like nothing happened. 

The seductive side-eyes he gives you says something else, though.

Kirumi Toujo

At first, Kirumi is a little bit embarrassed by the whole thing. She doesn’t have an issue with kissing necessarily, but she doesn’t have too much experience and she always thought it was less than professional to kiss others, especially in public.

It took her a while to open up before she got used to kissing you, but you let her take things at her own pace and didn’t rush her as she adjusted to your relationship. After all, Kirumi had never been in a serious relationship before, either.

She likes to tuck your hair behind your ear as she kisses you, and will close her eyes and cup your cheeks with her hands as she presses her lips against yours.

Kirumi’s kisses are soft, gentle, and careful. She takes her time to get used to your body and your reactions, testing the waters and carefully analyzing what you do and don’t like.

She also likes to rest her hands on the back of your neck as she kisses you.

She’ll do the thing, if she is standing upright, where she slowly raises one leg as she kisses you, standing on one foot.

Once she gets more comfortable, Kirumi opens up and starts to love kissing, though she’s hesitant to admit it.

She will give you quick smooches as she passes by you, invested in doing her work but able to turn away briefly to give you a peck on the lips in passing.

She does blush intensely whenever you kiss her by surprise. She’ll sometimes cover her mouth with her palm, her eyes widening as she touches her lips.

It’s a good way for Kirumi to de-stress and relax after a long day of work. Sometimes, she’ll just sit back and let you kiss over her body, letting you do whatever you please to her. She doesn’t really mind, and she’s learned to let loose sometimes.

Kirumi’s favorite type of kisses, though, are hand kisses. She thinks it’s very classy and will curtsy for you shall you ever take her hand like that. She’s always find some grace in this.

But in private, she isn’t afraid to get a little bit wild and sit on your lap as she cups your face and attacks your lips. As she has come out of her shell, you have also seen her become more comfortable with you and all aspects of your relationship.

Kirumi also does the European greeting where she smooches both sides of your cheeks upon greeting.

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta doesn’t have any prior kissing experience before you two started dating, so this is a new element for him.

You’re almost always the one to initiate it as well, because he’s still getting used to the concept.

The first time you asked to kiss him, he looked at you with a puzzled expression and scratched his cheek, confused. “Kissing? What’s that?” He tilted his head to the side as you clarified, telling him that he’s seen people do it in movies.

His face brightened up before he asked you to show him how to kiss. “Oh, yeah! Gonta want to learn how to be good kisser!” He exclaimed with a determined look on his face.

And after a while, he becomes quite skilled at kissing.

Due to the height difference, Gonta likes pulling you into his arms as he kisses you. That, or he’ll simply pick you up and twirl you around as he places his lips against your own. He can do this so easily, it makes you feel weightless as he kisses your lips over and over.

Sometimes, he forgets to close his eyes. You think it’s cute, though. And on the flip-side, he does enjoy seeing your expression as he presses his lips to yours; it warms his heart.

Gonta tends to ask for kisses at the worst possible times. Like, when you’re in line at the grocery store or out in an open, public space. He’ll lean forward with a bright, beaming expression and smile as he asks you for a kiss. He’s almost like a dog, so you have to politely turn him down.

But when you get home, you always make sure to shower him in all the love and affection he can handle.

Most of his kisses are long and drawn out. Gonta likes all kinds of kisses, from quick pecks to passionate, long smooches. He doesn’t usually make-out with you, though; only when he’s in a very sensual mood. It’s just not his style; he much prefers the more romantic, meaningful embraces and cherishes every moment with you.

He says his favorite kisses are butterfly kisses, even if he doesn’t fully realize what that means. He mainly likes them since ‘butterfly’ is in the name, but he genuinely does give light butterfly kisses all over when he gets the opportunity.

Whenever you kiss all over his body, Gonta will cheerfully giggle and squirm in response.

Surprisingly, he’s quite ticklish, and you think it’s charming. You could never get tired of the sound of his laughter.

Gonta has become addicted to kissing, ever since you showed him how. He’s very in-tune with your body as well, and has made a note on what you like.

He’s always especially gentle with you, never too rough because he’s afraid if hurting you. It’s almost shocking that someone so big and so strong could leave such soft, light kisses.

Tsumugi Shirogane

Tsumugi’s favorite kisses are the spontaneous ones, and her kisses are usually very light and fluttery. Her breath tends to hitch when she kisses you, a clear sign that she is nervous.

She loves all kinds of kisses, though. She loves actually kissing you, but she also really likes to leave a trail of kisses all over your skin, as well as nose kisses. Honestly, she takes any form of affection she can get.

Tsumugi is very gentle with you. Her kisses are the typical short and sweet kind. Her lips are full, so her smooches are firm and she isn’t afraid to roughly press them against yours if she wants to.

Like Angie, she’s also the type of person to pounce on you and bombard you with kisses when you least expect it. You think it’s pretty endearing and cute, but it can get aggravating when you’re trying to do work or something.

Thankfully, she has learned when to lay off of the kisses, though.

She isn’t normally the one to initiate things, but you have a good handle on knowing when she wants affection, so she doesn’t really have to ask.

Tsumugi likes taking off her glasses when the two of you kiss because it’s more comfortable for her. She also has an obscure paranoia that her glasses will fog up if things get too heated, and she would rather avoid that possibility as much as she can.

Admittedly, she was a little bit awkward at first since she had very little experience before you two stared dating, but she’s slowly come out of her shell. With that, she’s become more straightforward as well.

And honestly, Tsumugi would get excited over different kinds of kisses she’s seen in anime, manga, and movies, and she’ll desperately want to try them out with you.

Even if they’re unrealistic, you do your best to make sure fantasies come true. Every day, though, she seems to find something new. You’re starting to think it’s just her way of getting more attention out of you.

Her mouth is quite small, so she isn’t too keen on making out. She has to really be in the mood for things to escalate to that point. Tsumugi also doesn’t use a lot of tongue in her kisses.

She does, however, like leaving kisses in sensual places. Mainly your neck, ears, and hips. But overall, she’ll leave kisses just about anywhere she can get her hands, or her lips, on.

Tsumugi has desperately been trying to convince you to wear her different cosplays, so that she can feel like she is kissing and being romantic with some of her favorite characters. While you were a bit hesitant at first, you slowly obliged. The happiness and look on her face was well worth it in the end.

She also doesn’t mind PDA too much, but she draws the line at kissing. Tsumugi will mainly leave that for when you two are at home, where she feels more at ease.

Ryoma Hoshi

After everything Ryoma has been through, it took him quite some time to finally invest in your relationship. It isn’t that he never wanted to kiss you, he just never really knew how to approach the situation.

It was still fairly new to him after losing his previous partner, and he was constantly worried about getting too attached or taking things too fast in case something bad did happen.

However, it got to the point where Ryoma couldn’t hold himself back anymore and smashed his lips against yours passionately, without warning and completely out of the blue. It took you back at first, but you were relieved that he finally came around. After that, you slowly got to see his more hopeless romantic side that you didn’t know what there before.

Still, his kisses are a little bit stiff and sometimes awkward, but you won’t tell him that. You’re afraid it will revert him back into his previous shell.

Ryoma does his best, but due to his height, it’s hard for him to get a good leverage when he kisses you. For that reason, he really enjoys when you’re sitting or laying down and he’s standing; it’s his favorite position to kiss you in.

And despite the stiffness, his kisses are firm and loving. You can tell that he’s trying his best.

Sometimes, though, it feels like he has a wall up. Slowly, that wall has started to come down and he’s been more comfortable with trying new things.

But Ryoma still isn’t one for in-depth make-out sessions, though. So, don’t expect to get a lot of tongue action from him. He’s more reserved and prefers the ‘classics’ like cheek and forehead kisses instead.

And due to his height, he also tends to kiss the top of your hand a lot since it’s easy access for him. Ryoma will usually do this while you’re walking hand-in-hand, though.

Like Tsumugi, he wants to keep kissing for your home. He doesn’t like PDA and feels uncomfortable with kissing you in public, but that isn’t a big deal for you.

He also kicked his smoking habit for several reasons. He knew you were concerned about his health, which is his biggest motivating factor. But Ryoma also didn’t want to drive you away by tasting and smelling like cigarettes each time you kissed him. 

For that, you are thankful.

- Mod Rantaro

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Magic & Mysteries [2]

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 [Finale] | The Sequel Oneshot

➜ Words: 10.8k

➜ Genres: 95% Fluff, 5% Angst, Adventure, Witch!AU, Familiar!AU, Hybrid!AU

➜ Summary: Everything’s okay....EVERYTHING’S OKAY, YOU’RE FINE. Look, you just have one tiny problem. It’s an itty-bitty issue. Not that big of a deal. So what if you don’t have a familiar and you’re about to take on the ENTIRE family business. Oh, you have a name to uphold? Everyone’s depending on you? Great. That’s just fantastic. But it’s fine. You’ll get your familiar and you’ll run the best damn potion shop the world has ever seen. Everything will be fine, right?

Spoiler alert: everything was NOT fine.

You’re running for your life.   Feet moving faster than your body can register, heaving breaths tearing from parted lips, you sprint with all your might. You’re a thunderbolt darting down the street, slipping through the crowds. Every so often, you glance over your shoulder like a fugitive or a criminal. But no.   You’ve done nothing wrong. Yet, you’re being chased.   “Stop it, Y/N!” A stern voice echos into your mind.   “Get out of my head!” You scream, grabbing fistfuls of your hair, making strangers move out of the way and shoot you odd looks.   There’s a long, exhausted sigh. “You’re going to trip and fall.”   Like he says, you tumble, nearly falling flat on your face when your shoe hits a rock. But you catch yourself, hurling your body forward. Forward. Once you reach the shop, you throw the door open. It crashes against the wall. Mr. Lee is at the counter, in the middle of a conversation with a customer. Both magical folks regard you with wide eyes and you throw yourself at the counter.   “Y/N?!”   Hyperventilating and moving a strand of hair away from your face, you spit it out, “I-I’m so sorry! I know this is so rude, but I’m going to need my paycheck. Right now.”   He blinks. “What’s the matter?”   “I’m leaving town.” You look over your shoulder, harshly whispering as if he can hear you, “I need it right now.”   “What?” The old man’s brows furrow, confused, though he slowly follows with your desperate request. “Is there something the matter? Something you need help with, dear?”   “I’ll explain it later by pigeon. I’m so….so sorry!”   Mr. Lee opens his cash register, counting the bills and slipping them in the white envelope. “Well, I only have half of your paycheck with me at the moment. I haven’t had time to withdraw from the bank ye—”   “It’s good for now! Thank you!” You take it, stuffing it in your satchel. “I’ll see you soon!”   There aren’t any proper goodbyes. You can’t bid farewell to all the people you met, talk to Taehyung one last time or even return the key to the innkeeper. Though you’re sure the latter doesn’t mind — she’ll be pissed when she realizes you haven’t come back, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Though the worse part is that you’ve left behind your most prized possessions. Your broomstick is still in the room. Dammit.   You turn in the alleyway and he appears in front of you, an apparition materializing in the air, particles stitching together to form his body. The man is unimpressed, brow lifted as he skims you from head to toe with his eyes. “Where do you think you’re going?”   You scream, backing up and running the other way. But where are you even supposed to go? No matter what corner you turn, he’ll materialize. He shouldn’t be able to. His magical abilities shouldn’t be so extensive. But he’s not just a mere familiar.   He’s a wizard.   Jimin manifests himself in front of a crowd, arms crossed and sighing. “You can keep running, but you’re exhausting yourself, y’know.”   “Go away!” you shout and finally, it’s enough to catch people’s attention. You run in the opposite direction, not wasting a moment.   “Y/N!”   Before he can catch you, he’s stopped by several concerned bystanders. “Are you bothering her?”   “No!” He exhales, dragging a hand over his face. “I’m her familiar!”   Bated breath held in your throat, you collect yourself. You’ve found a hiding spot. A bush.   A decorative bush on the side of the road, meant to make the town look pretty. The fern leaves are high, covering the top of your head and finally with a moment to breathe, you calculate what you can do.   You could catch a ferry out of this place. There’s a possibility you could sneak past him and onto the pier, but then there’s a chance he can transport himself on the boat. There would be no escape then. Considering you’re the worst swimmer in the family, if you jumped ship, you’d drown and die.   You could go to the police station for protection, but at the end of the day, he’s done nothing wrong. He hasn’t broken any law and you highly doubt any officer would believe you even if you told them what was going on.   But if there was one thing that you were good at…   You could run back to the inn, grab your broomstick and book it out of here. He would never be able to catch up if you’re constantly up in the air. You’re also confident about your flying skills. But you don’t know if you can make it back to your room in the first place.   “Y/N?”   Jimin brushes past you. He’s clothed, wearing your robes that are much too short on him and all too tight everywhere. He looks ridiculous, especially with your messenger cap, hiding the ears on his head. But with one glance at him, you hunch down more into the bushes.   A shadow looms over your figure. “Mommy….why is there a witch in the bushes?”   You cringe, trying to shoo the kid away in whispers, “go away, go away!”   But the five-year old girl is much too curious. She looks down at you, cheeks rosy and eyes rounded. “What are you doing?”   Luckily, her mom takes her hand and drags her off. “Rose, what did I tell you about talking to weirdos?”   Maybe you can just transport yourself elsewhere. You’re not good at this kind of magic, but it wouldn’t try to hurt.   You inhale, shutting your eyes tight, squeezing your hands into tight fists. You murmur the memorized incantation over and over again. Please, please, please.   You envision a tropical beach, painting a beautiful picture of somewhere far, far away from here. Oceans crashing against the shore, the sea salt mist kissing upon your warmed cheeks. Seagulls swooping above you. Laughter and giggles of children. Humans around you, basking in the sunlight. You print the picture onto the forefront of your mind. You imagine a honeymoon destination, a vacation spot. And you can feel your body beginning to slip.   Like you’re falling into a dream, your mind moves, fingertips to your toes tingling. Almost there….   But then a shadow looms over your figure. And it’s not the girl.   “There you are!”   Your collar is grabbed, entire body picked up. Your concentration is broken, body unable to materialize where you want it to go. “No! No!”   He drags you. “Let me explain myself, stupid girl!”   “Get away from me!”   “Y/N-! Ow!” His grip loosens when you stomp on his toes.   Chaos ensues. You slip away. Jimin shouts your name, running after you. But you don’t stop, destination already in mind. The inn’s door smashes open and you run past the counter, up the stairs.   The innkeeper grimaces. “No running allowed!”   You ignore her. Luckily enough, the room is still as you left it, unlocked. You shut it once you’re inside, broomstick in the corner. Grabbing it, you open the window, positioning the broom in between your legs and you’re already halfway out, leg hanging out the window—   “Y/N!” The door slams open. “Bindora!”   He shouts the spell. Instantaneously, you are paralyzed. It’s as if your limbs have been bound together with invisible rope and you scream, falling over, back into the room. The broomstick clatters to the floor.   The man is gasping, pushing away his blonde strands from his sweaty face. He shuts the door and then steps over your body, falling onto the mattress. He catches his breath and sits up, looking down at you. “Are you done?”   You roll over to face him. “W-what do you want from me?”   “At least let me explain,” Jimin sighs and slumps to the ground, sitting on the floor with you. His arm rests on his propped up knee, lips pressed in a tight line. You’re still bounded, unable to move. It’s pathetic and you begin to squirm, discreetly wiggling around.   “Do you think I’m blind?” He lifts his gaze, scoffing with a playful glint in his eyes. “Stop trying to roll away from me.”   You roll again to face him. “What is there to explain?”   He remains straightforward and blunt. “Aren’t you curious about how I became a dog?”   You decide to go the same route too. “No. Frankly, I’m not. I want to leave.”   “What don’t you understand? You can’t run from me!” He sighs in frustration. “I literally can smell you from a mile away! I’m still part dog!”   Jimin throws off his hat and true to his words, there are black pointed ears on the top of his head. You stare at them for an extended moment before your pupils flicker down to meet his half-lidded eyes. “Okay, I’ll admit I’m a bit curious.”   The corner of his mouth tugs. It makes you unsettled at how handsome he is, like the perfect exterior is a trap for the trouble-making interior. “I was turned into a dog about a year ago. Some witches hexed me or voodooed me or some shit. I just woke up one morning and I was a dog.”   “Why would they do something like that?” You feel like a worm, struggling pathetically on the floor until you manage to sit yourself up, leaning against the dirty wall.   “I...I may or may not have had relations with a few witches…” He pauses, running a hand through his hair, between his ears, slicking it back. “At the same time.”   “Oh.”   “Yeah. Oh.” He chuckles lifelessly. “They must’ve found out, got pissed, and turned me into this.”   It makes sense. If he’s as flirtatious as he says he is and he had multiple affairs then it’s kind of ironic that they turned him into what he was: a dog. Even if it’s outlandish, you believe him. Some witches weren’t to be messed with and their rage was to be feared — your cousins proved that sentiment.   “That…..really sucks.”   “Yup. I ended up in a hundred of places — wandering from town to town, a circus, a pound, a pet shop….until I was put into a familiar adoption center.”   You connect the pieces. “Where I found you.”   Jimin nods. “I overheard that you were supposed to run a potion shop and your grandma once turned a wizard from a bird back to his human form. I thought you could cure me.”   You grimace. “That was my grandma. Not me.”   He scoffs. “Obviously.”   It hurts to be insulted and tears are brought to your eyes, but you force them away, pouting at him instead. “Okay. I get it and that sounds horrible, but can you let me go now?” You struggle against your invisible restraints, still feeling like you’ve been rolled up in a blanket.   Jimin quirks his head to the side. “Do you really think I don’t know you, Y/N? We’ve spent every single day together for the past three months. The moment I let you free, you’re going to run for it. Again.”   You huff out, annoyed that he’s right. You might or might not have a habit of running away when there’s trouble on the horizon. It’s not your fault you’re a class A coward — it’s just who you are.   “Then what do you want from me?”   “I want you to get rid of this.” He points to his ears. He’s still a half-dog, half-human. You wonder if he has a tail. “Fix me.”   You fight against your bindings, glaring at the wizard. “Why should I?”   The bastard smirks slyly, coming to his feet. Jimin’s arm extends and he grabs the collar of your dress, pulling you up. You freeze up when he leans in close, hot breath skimming against your lips as he lowly whispers, “because I’m still your familiar.”   //   You’re sulking.   How could you not? You’ve been lied to. Your cute puppy is gone. And now the tables have turned — you’re the one following after him like you’re a lovesick dog. You’re trailing behind his shadow, noticing his tall height and how broad his back side is. It’s strange. You can barely wrap your mind around it and you’re overwhelmed.   At the bank, Jimin merely says his name and reads out his memorized identification number. Apparently, he’s loaded and two sacks of coins are immediately withdrawn from his account.   The bastard smirks at you as he throws and catches the sack in one hand. “Tell me what you need to buy and I’ll pay for it. You don’t need to buy anymore hand-me-downs or worry about finances.”   “.......thanks.”   Your pouty glare only earns a stupid grin from him.   The two of you go on a shopping spree, or rather, Jimin drags you everywhere on his journey. He searches for proper clothes, purchasing cloaks and pajamas, robes and sweaters. He also finds himself a wand, spending a full hour in the store searching for the right one, excruciatingly picky.   By afternoon, you’ve sighed hundreds of times.   But as you’re standing by a book stand waiting for him, your eyes stray off. They fall onto a brightly covered guide. Dog Training 101 for Dummies. Your pupils immediately flicker upwards to the vendor. “How much is this?”   “Three gold coins.”   “I’ll take it.” You smile, exchanging the few coins you have for the book and stuffing it in your satchel.   “Y/N!” Right on time, Jimin turns around with a blazing smile. At the market booth, he holds up two sweaters for you to see. “Which one do you like better? Blue or red?”   You pause, approaching slowly. “Blue.”   “I’ll take both,” he says to the lady who wraps it up.   Your eyes are lifeless, expression blank. “If you already decided, then why do you bother asking me.”   “Because I care about your opinion.” Jimin takes the bag, handing over the right amount of coins and then he passes it to you without a second thought. You feel like a maid, carrying tens of his bags on each of your arms, more or less a servant in his merciless rule.   The two of you walk off as you struggle with the weight of his purchases, teetering from side to side. “Where did you get all this money?”   The man smirks. “You’re not the only famous one.”   There’s an extended silence. Then, Jimin twists on his heel, and his hand lifts. He flicks your forehead, making you whine. “Ow! What was that for?”   “I know what you’re thinking,” he deadpans.   “Stop reading my mind!”   “I’m not, idiot.” The corner of his mouth slyly tugs again. “I can see it on your face. You’re an open book. And no, I’m not famous for sleeping with witches and women or being a casanova; although, I have created a name for myself in that arena.”   You can’t even bring your hand up to rub at the spot he flicked. “Then what are you famous for?”   “I’m a spell-specialized wizard,” he simply comments and then stops in his tracks, pointing to the left where they’re selling traveling sets of potions at a open stand. “Pick one.”   They remind you of first-aid kits. There are basic and advanced sets, each of them carrying different kinds of materials and tools to brew necessary potions on the go. As you sweep your vision across the table, you begin to break a sweat. You swallow hard, palms clammy, skin cold.   To cure Jimin of his half-dog state, you need to make a potion. Even if you didn’t want to and decided to run again, the both of you are connected via a familiar and witch bond, making you practically married to each other. And you’re also sure he could track you down with that damn nose of his or with his powers. Either way, you’ve been cornered with zero escape.   Jimin’s arm comes to drape over your shoulder, chin propping on it as he leans down, breaking you out of your trance. You jolt, not used to being touched and you tense up. He can probably feel it, but he isn’t deterred. After all, you’ve held him much more intimately before. But you don’t dwell on those thoughts, instead coming to side-glare him. “If you’re a spell-specialized wizard, can’t you fix yourself?”   “If I could, I wouldn’t be asking you,” he mutters. “I traveled with you for the past three months and went on my own for a year — there’s nothing on the market that I can buy that will fix me. A customized, antidote potion is the only thing that can cure me.”   A bumbling man behind the stand approaches. “How can I help you?”   You point to the slim, white box. “I’ll...take the basic kit.”   Jimin stands straight, his arm still around your shoulders as he motions to the black kit instead, overriding your decision. “We’ll take the advanced set.”   You sigh. Again.   Carrying all his bags, Jimin eventually finishes his shopping spree at the markets and boutiques. The pair of you stop for a nice lunch at a cafe. He spends his money lavishly and without much thought, not caring if something is expensive or not. But as luxurious as it is, you are tense the entire time, unable to enjoy yourself. He’s too familiar and comfortable with you while you aren’t.   Jimin has his arm hooked around your shoulder, unabashed with his public displays of affection, gaining the envious glances from strangers and sweet smiles of older married couples.   It makes you unsettled.   “Y’know…” His breath is on your ear, sending a sea of goosebumps all over your arms. “You don’t have to be so afraid of me.”   “I’m not.”   “You’re stiff. And you can’t even look at me properly.”   He sounds almost a bit sad.   You steal a glance at him, freezing when you realize his brown rounded eyes have been gazing deeply into your own irises, and you quickly look away. “I’m just not used to it.”   “That’s understandable,” he hums lowly, “but you do know I’m still the same as your precious Chimmy, right? Y’know, the one you hugged and slept with, the one you always kiss, the one you love so damn much….”   Embarrassment eats at you. Your face burns up at the numerous memories. You’ve changed in front of him, hugged him and pushed him to your chest, slept beside him, kissed him, declared your love for him. God. You want the ground to swallow you whole, but you don’t know what kind of magic you’d use and knowing your abilities, you’d mess up and then you’d be the one to swallow up the ground. “That’s…..different.”   “Is it?”   “You were a dog then and now…”   His brow quirks, having too much fun teasing you to death. “Now I’m a man?”   You exhale, throwing his arm off of you. “You lied to me.”   “I didn’t. It’s not like I could communicate to you that I wasn’t a damn dog and a wizard instead. If I could, I would’ve. Trust me.”   A sigh releases between your parted lips and you stomp away, putting more distance between both your bodies as he laughs. From the outside, it looks like a lover’s spat and it doesn’t help that he yells out after you— “Didn’t you tell me you love me?!”   You fully understand why those witches hexed him.   //   The both of you enter with the innkeeper giving you the stink eye. If she knows Jimin is staying for good, she might bring up your rates. But for now, by the look on her face, you know she thinks he’s just a guest you invited back or...someone you hired for a night of pleasure. The latter assumption horrifies you, so you brush it away.   Entering the room, you groan, putting down all the heavy bags. Jimin walks over, falling on the mattress while you take out the portable potion set. There’s an array of ingredients inside the case, a small stone cauldron as well, enough materials for one dosage of whatever you want to make.   You stare at the materials in front of you.   “Think you can whip something up?” Jimin lays on his side, propping himself up by an arm, head rested in his hand.   “Will you leave me alone if I do?”   “Yup. This potion is your ticket to freedom.”   His words make you feel somber somehow, but you shrug them off, focusing. You examine the ingredients and the tiny beaker they provide. A good place to start is with a basic healing potion. Technically, you’ve already reversed the curse halfway with that other potion. Maybe you could modify it and possibly find a cure.   But as you pick up the glass test tube, your hand suddenly begins to tremble. You put it down before it slips and shatters on the ground. An inhale is taken, then an exhale. You swallow hard, pushing down the thick lump in your throat. But it doesn’t help, and the world is beginning to swirl in your vision. You’re dizzy, sick to your stomach, nauseous. You can’t.   “Are you going to start?” His brows are lifted as he watches. “What’s taking so long?’   “You don’t understand.” You’re frustrated, not knowing why he’s making you do this. It’s too much pressure. “It’s not so simple. I can’t just cook something up! There’s no recipe for this sort of thing.”   “What about your grandma’s?”   “She didn’t write anything down! And it’s not like I can go to the graveyard and ask her now!”   “Just do what you did last time then!” Jimin is equally frustrated, trying to use his rationale to understand your hysteria. “But make it stronger. You already cured me halfway.”   “That’s not how it works. It’s not the same! You obviously don’t know anything about potions.”   “You just don’t want to do this, do you?” He sits up, voice threatening. “Want me to stick around longer?”   “No! But I just can’t! Stop it.” The pressure and panic has you nearly bursting into tears.   “Y/N.”   You have a phobia of potions. “I think I’m going to be sick.”   “Is this because of what happened?”   “I don’t want to talk about it.” The ‘incident’ swirls at the forefront of your mind. The memory you had been trying to suppress for so long comes as fresh as if it occurred yesterday.   Jimin is exasperated. “Just get over.”   There it is — your limit.   You’ve been shoved to the brink.   You’re tired of being pushed around by him.   “Fuck off!” you scream at the top of your lungs. “Go away!”   But Jimin stays in the same spot, wide-eyed, ears perking. You burst into tears, sobbing into your arms, weeping and wailing pathetically on the floor. He is uncomfortable, though he never moves, staring at you and letting you cry your soul out.   //   After you bawl your eyes out and you’re left in a hiccuping state, he asks if you’re okay.   You nod and hold yourself up in the washroom, cleaning yourself up and waiting for your swollen eyes to go down. When you’ve calmed down and regained your sanity, you open the door and he’s...gone. Jimin is nowhere to be found in the tiny bedroom, not in his human form or as a dog. Maybe he’s had enough. Maybe you’ve annoyed him to no end and he’s abandoned you.   You’re not sure if that’s a good thing or not, but your answer comes when you sniffle, nearly crying again—   The door opens.   “Oh, hey.” The man has a soft smile, eyes kind, and he lifts up a bag in his hands. “I thought we would eat-in tonight, so I bought food.”   You nod in silence and the pair of you settle on the floor again, pulling out the take-out of noodles and eating to your heart's content. You fill your cheeks, tummy feeling warm, and you bask in the peacefulness. But when you look up, you find Jimin gazing at you.   He never mentions the incident, potions, or your mental breakdown again.   “I’m sorry,” you mutter and Jimin glances at you again. “I didn't mean to swear at you. I love—”   You catch yourself, tripping over your own tongue.   “You love me,” Jimin finishes with a timid smile. “It’s okay, you can say it. You’ve said it to me many times before.” His head downcasts, concentrating on swirling his fork in his cream pasta. “It’s nice to hear it, you know. I’m used to people swearing at me and telling me they hate my guts.”   You scoff before it morphs into a laugh. “Why did you go out with so many witches at once? You can’t really blame them for doing what they did.”   “Hey, for the record, just because I see someone once or twice….or three times does not mean we’re an item. It’s their problem for jumping to so many conclusions. I don’t date. I don’t do romance. They should know that. Instead, they assume I’m a cheating, lying douchebag when I go see someone that’s not them.”   Your lips smack together. “You’re…”   “An asshole,” he finishes and shrugs. “It wouldn’t be the first time I heard that. But what can I say? It’s boring to be tied down to one person. Don’t you get tired being with someone constantly? Could you imagine being tied down? It sounds like a punishment. Shouldn’t we live having fun?”   The food is suddenly made unappetizing and you play with it. “I...guess…”   “I know our lifestyles don’t match. So all the more reason to quickly make that antidote so we can separate, right?” There’s a pause. “I’m sorry for being an ass when you’re already helping me. And I know why you might be traumatized, so asking you to get over it doesn’t really help. So by all means, take as much time as you need. I can wait patiently.”   You nod. “Thanks.”   The corners of his mouth tilt, eyes slightly crinkled. “I’m just surprised you’re not sick of me.”   “Oh, trust me,” you mutter mid-chew, “I am.”   “Then why were you looking for me?” He giggles, adorable laughter bubbling from his chest and unable to stop. As cold as Jimin can look with his sharp features and emotionless expression, when he laughs, his face seems to soften, eyes crinkling and nose wrinkling slightly. “You looked like you were going to cry when I wasn’t here.”   “I-no!”   “Uh, yes.” The tinkling sound of his laughter fills the room again, triangular ears quirking, and you relish in the company you didn’t know you missed. “You’re cute, you know.”   You scoff lightly. Those buttered words won’t work on you.   //   Night falls faster than anticipated.   You brush your teeth, disgusted when he uses your own toothbrush afterwards. But when he takes a much needed shower, finally cleaning himself up and you get the chance to take the book out from your satchel. You rip off the cover, making the front blank so he won’t catch you, and you begin the first chapter on negative and positive reinforcement. You make it away to the entire chapter of the guide before he comes out and you stash the book away.   “What’s our sleeping arrangement?”   He towels off the light blonde strands of his hair, relishing in the scent of your soap he stole, and he brushes his strands with your hairbrush. Jimin, dressed clad in his cotton pajamas, scoffs at your question. “What do you mean?”   “Well…..the bed’s small.” You swallow hard. “I can remove the first sheet and set something up on the floor for you if you want….”   “Yeah, right.” He drops the towel on the ground and flops onto the mattress, diving front first and inhaling the covers. It smells like you and he nestles in the blankets, relishing in your scent. He rolls over. “We can share.”   “W-what?”   “There’s plenty of room. Come on.” He pats the spot beside him and slyly winks. “I don’t bite….at least, I’ll make sure it feels good.”   Your face heats like a furnace and you approach in hesitation, gawking at the tiny space left on the bed. “Can’t you turn back into a dog?”   Jimin laughs in your face. “You’re going to have to kill me to make me go back into my dog form. I haven’t slept as a human in over a year.” He stretches out his limbs, moaning as he takes out all the aches and kinks in his bones, more like a cat than a dog.   “Then I-I’ll just sleep on the floor.”   “Tch.” He clicks his tongue in annoyance. “You don’t listen, do you?”   Jimin takes your arm and pulls you forward, grinning at your squeal. You fall onto the bed, head buried in his chest. He snaps his fingers and immediately the light above you dies off, allowing the golden moonlight to pierce through the window. He wraps his legs around yours, arms over your shoulder and waist, cuddling you in a secure hug. He nuzzles happily into your hair and you can’t pull away, bound by his iron grip and strong limbs.   “Jimin…” You pout, wiggling around. “Why can’t you just rent another room?”   “Don’t wanna,” he answers childishly, all too affectionate. It’s times like these that you’re reminded Jimin is definitely Chimmy — stubborn, pretentious, but also clingy when he feels particularly needy. You remember all those nights when he curled up in your lap and made you pet him incessantly, growling if you stopped. “I like it like this. Plus, you’re cold at night, aren’t you? I can finally keep you warm.”   You’re warm alright. Your face is aflame.   “They give you the shittiest blanket here,” he mumbles against your hair. “We should file a formal complaint.”   You sigh. “Can you at least let me go a bit? I can’t breathe.”   “Do you think I’m an idiot?” His voice suddenly drops an octave, rumbling from his chest, threatening. “You’re going to try to run in the middle of the night.”   Suddenly, you’re wide awake. Your eyes open.   How did he know?   It’s like he’s casted a spell and tapped into your mind again, except he hasn’t. “That’s how we ran from your home, didn’t we?”   You shift around uncomfortably before melting into his embrace. If you weren’t lying to yourself, then you’d even say you were comfortable in his arms. It was warm and you didn’t have to curl up to conserve heat. You even feel...safe. “I’m not going to run.”   “Liar.” Jimin smiles gently and you can feel it on your skin. “But you couldn’t even if you tried. I won’t let you.” You’re his walking antidote, the key to solving his issue. He won’t let you escape so easily when you’re the solution to his predicament. He’s not done with you yet.   Jimin’s fingertips come down and the pad of his finger presses against the sensitive spot between your shoulder and neck. “And I know your scent well.” Despite him being in his human form, Jimin still retains dog-like qualities, like his strong sense of smell. Your suspicions are confirmed when he says, “I can smell you from miles away.”   Without you knowing, Jimin rubs his nose into your hair, making you smell like him, fulfilling an urge he has deep within. You squirm, feeling ticklish from his tender touches. “You’re annoying.”   “So are you.” He smiles.   Eventually, soft breaths emit from his parted lips, exhausted from the entire day. You crane your neck, trying to look up and see if he’s fallen asleep. But then Jimin tightens his grip on you, hugging you like you’re his comfort toy, and he sleepily murmurs, “don’t go.”   Maybe he’s dreaming, delirious between the boundary of consciousness and slumber, but you hear every word of his loud and clear. “We’re a team, aren’t we?”   Your frown eases.   That’s right. You and him. It doesn’t matter if he’s a dog or a wizard. It certainly doesn’t change the fact that you’ve spent the last three months together and that you love him dearly. You’ve made an oath to protect him as his witch.   … ..   In the middle of the night, Jimin’s grip on you loosens. He rolls over and you’re released from his binding arms and iron grip. But your feet never touch the ground. You don’t grab your satchel, slipping from the room and taking flight with your broomstick far away where he would only be able to take in the lingering scent of your perfume, never strong enough to know where you are.   You don’t go.   Instead, your arm extends and you touch his soft ears. They’re fluffy, velvet to the touch. As you rub, feeling the outline of the triangular shape, he leans into your hand. Jimin doesn’t wake up, unconsciously coming closer and relishing in your affections.   You choose to stay.   //   It becomes less and less hard to admit that his company is pleasant and enjoyable.   You’re not talking to yourself anymore. Your companion has merely transformed into a large being that you can interact with on a higher level, hold conversations, banter back and forth.   It’s nice. But sometimes, you wish he would just turn back into a dog.   All Jimin does is complain, complain, and complain. If he’s not complaining, then he’s whining and annoying you to death. He’s dragging down your own morale, less of a wizard or a pet, more like a black raining cloud constantly over your head.   “Why do we have to deliver these dumb packages?” he knocks his head back, moaning tiredly to the sky. “I already told you I have more than enough money to support the both of us.”   “And what happens when you’re gone?” You’re struggling with the heavy weight of the package and he never once reaches out to help. “Where will I get my money then? I have to be responsible and save up.”   “I’ll give you a handsome payment if you can cure me,” he says curtly with a lifted brow. “Did you really think you would fix me for free? I’m not that much of a cheapskate.”   “Uh-huh.”   His hands are in his trouser pockets, dark robes adorned on his body, luxurious from head to toe. He’s always wearing a hat on his head, hiding his unusual ears from the rest of the world. “You should use a levitation spell so you don’t have to carry that.”   “No.” You sigh. “I’m just going to do it how I’ve always been doing it.”   Or more like you have zero confidence in spell-casting and you don’t want him to show off with his own abilities. It already irritates you enough that he’s arrogantly strolling around like he owns the entire place.   “I always thought this job is stupid. Your plant was even more stupid,” he mutters and you purse your lips, anger being poked at with the reminder of your poor tickly-wickly plant. “Can I just go sit somewhere and we can meet up later?”

“No. You’re going to accompany me,” you respond in a firm voice. “It’s what a familiar should do.”   Jimin groans and rolls his eyes to the back of his skull. “But I’m not a dog!”   You ignore him, entering the greenhouse to deliver the package in your arms. Greeting the familiar lady, she asks about the tickly-wickly and you disheartenedly brush off by saying that plants weren’t for you. Discreetly, she asks if Jimin is your boyfriend and you tell her no, that you’re just babysitting. It confuses her, but it isn’t far from the truth either.   “Why are you walking so slow?”   You turn around, feeling even more tired with having to drag him everywhere and convince him it's worthwhile. Jimin is kicking the rocks, obviously sulking with his bottom lips slightly jutted out, reminiscent of a puppy not wanting to go to the vet. “I don’t want to keep going. This is fucking dumb. I have better things to do.”   You grit your teeth, but take a deep breath to compose yourself. This morning, you knocked out another chapter from the training guide. It’s time to put the things you’ve learnt into action.   This time, you stand your ground, unyielding, and you open up your palm. “Jimin. Hand.”   “What?”   “Jimin,” you repeat. “Hand.”   He approaches and with a sly smirk, pretends to spit in your palm. The bastard grins, but you’re unimpressed with his mischievous antics. “Bad. That’s bad. Give me your hand.”   He glares.   You glare.   It’s a fight for dominance. Your stares and locked eyes nearly spark with electricity, both your magic abilities releasing into the air and in between each other. It’s a full ten seconds with held breaths and thundering heartbeats before Jimin reluctantly lifts his arm, putting his hand in yours.   You also know he’s following your instructions from curiosity and not obedience. But it’s still a win for you.   Immediately, a smile spreads into your features and you tilt your head to the side, actively expressing your happiness with his behaviour. “Good. I don’t want you to fall behind, m'kay?”   You hold his hand that fits perfectly in yours, bringing him along. His skin is softer than expected and you relish in his warmth. Jimin is pouty, but much quieter than before. “It's not like I would get lost…..”   For the next little while, you train him. You finish reading the entire book, addicted to the words and pages, soaking up all the information. Though it’s much more difficult to implement the techniques in real life than to simply read about it.   At first, Jimin fully revolts. He’s a stubborn bastard who refuses to listen to anyone, but you make sure to keep calm and he seems to feed on your praise and compliments. Slowly, but surely, he becomes obedient, even if he still whines and complains occasionally.   “Sit. Sit here and don’t move, okay?”   “Where are you going?” He looks down at you with big eyes, blinking a few times.   You swallow hard, maintaining a stern expression. “Just sit and stay.”   Unknowingly, Jimin follows your will, taking a seat on the wooden bench. He’s confused, though it’s a good start to teaching him a new command. “You’re not leaving, right?”   “No. Just stay.” You begin to back away, carefully and cautiously. “Good, good.”   When the time is right, you turn around to walk into the grocery store. You stride down the aisle, quickly finding what you’re looking for. In the next minute, you’re slapping a yellow pack onto the counter, making your purchase. To your pleasant surprise, Jimin is still on the bench when you walk out. His hands are in his lap, looking around curiously at the butterflies and birds, as well as other magic folks that pass by.   He’s cute….and you realize, still very much like a dog, despite being in a human form. But if he knew you were training him, he would probably spit and piss on you. There’s no doubt about it.   “You’re back!” Jimin grins when you get closer, face lighting up before he catches himself and tries to play it off as nothing. “I was getting bored, that’s all.”   “Thank you for staying.” You make sure to praise him, smiling widely and in approval. “I had to go to the store to buy some stuff.”   “What?” He’s interested and you catch his hat shifting slightly, ears perking beneath.   “Just some candy I used to have as a kid.” The plastic package rustles in your hand and you open it. “I was craving it. Want some?”   “Sure.” The wrapping is clear, ends twisted off and making it look like traditional candy. You can see the soft pink hue of the jelly. Your mouth waters, remembering the gummy texture and sweet flavour, but it’s not for you to eat — you bought it for a reason. You hand it to him and he pops it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. His brows lift and he hums. “It’s good!”   “I know.” You grin, extending your palm forward. “Hand.”   “Where are we going now?” Jimin puts his hand in yours without thinking twice and you give him another candy. He smiles and throws it into his mouth.   “You’ll see.”   You’re discreet enough that he doesn’t really catch on.   With Jimin listening to you, life becomes a lot easier. His presence is a lot more bearable and he’s not wildly pulling you along or making you surrender into his crazy antics.   Mr. Lee becomes well acquainted with Jimin as well. He asks where your familiar is, the one you adore so much, and you merely say he’s running an errand. But as a whole, things seem to be running smoothly…   Except, another wrench is thrown in your life when Mr. Lee gives you your last paycheck.   “Did….did I do a bad job, sir? Is there a reason why—”   “Oh, no, no.” He waves you off, absurd at the idea. “You are one of the best messengers I’ve ever had. It’s just that I’m going on vacation with my wife. We decided on that place I was talking about last week. It was spontaneous, but I finally bought the tickets yesterday evening.”   A sigh of relief leaves your lungs. “I thought you were firing me.”   “No, no. I would never. I just thought it was time to treat myself and my wife. As they say, happy wife, happy life.” The old man looks at Jimin with twinkling eyes. “Right?”   “Uh….sure..” he responds with an awkward smile; the two of you are unsure of what he’s implying.   “I’m sorry I didn’t get to tell you sooner.”   “It’s quite alright.” You ease him with a smile. “I hope you have lots of fun.”   “I will.” He nods. “My wife’s so excited that she’s already packed. We’ll probably be back in a month. We’re thinking of visiting family on the way home since we’ll be nearby. Will you be okay?”   “Don’t worry about me.” You rock from your heel to your toes. “I always do well no matter what happens.”   “That’s the spirit!”   Except it’s a complete lie.   You can already feel Jimin’s piercing gaze on your backside. The pressure on your shoulders. The strain in the air. It makes it hard to breathe and you’re tempted to run off, but he would be able to catch you without blinking. To Jimin, you are a prey and he is the predator.   Now that you’re jobless, there’s truly nothing for you to do. There are no more excuses. Of course, he wouldn’t care even if you were fully employed. Understandably, to Jimin, his predicament is the most urgent matter.   “Y/N….Y/N….” He calls you insistently and you halt, spinning around.   “What is it?”   He continues walking and you match his slow pace. “I know I told you to take your time….” he begins, hesitant, but patience run thin.   “And?”   “And at this rate, I think it’s going to take years.” Jimin decides to lay it on straight, blunt in his words, and you look at each other. “You love running away from your issues and problems.”   “I do not.”   He ignores your weak defense. “When are you planning to make an antidote?” You don’t answer. “Do you even have any plans? If...if it’s too difficult, why don’t we enlist more help? You made a potion before with that boy a few weeks ago. But do you even know where to begin?”   You continue walking, looking straight ahead. Jimin gets ticked off at your lack of responses and raises his voice, quickening his walking pace. “It’s not like your first experiment will work on me. This will take time, so why don’t we start now? How long do you plan on waiting? How long do you want me to be like this?”   “I don’t know,” you spit out in annoyance before commanding him, “be quiet.”   Jimin scoffs, being blatantly disobedient. “No. I’m asking you something and you’re not answering me. How long do you want this to go on?”   “I don’t know!” you repeat in frustration. His expectations are burdensome and you hate that he’s relying on you. Deep down you have zero faith that you can restore him to his fully human state and you feel suffocated by his confidence in you. “Will you please stop pressuring me?!”   “I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t so wishy-washy and indecisive! Do you really think you can accomplish anything by sitting around? Do you think you can be anyone great if you keep procrastinating?! You’ve done nothing! You’ve been going from place to place trying to search for what magic suits you when news flash, Y/N, you’re a potions-specialized witch whether you like it or not!”   “I’m helping you out of the goodness of my own heart, okay? I don’t appreciate this tone!” You stomp your foot indignantly. “Stop demanding things from me!”   Jimin scoffs, arms crossed and completely unsympathetic to you. “What a joke. You’re not helping me out of the ‘goodness of your heart’. You have to help me — I’m your familiar.”   “You’re right.” The two of you finally stop in your tracks, in the middle of the street bickering to one another. “You’re my familiar, so you have to obey me.”   His eyes narrow. “I’m not your servant.”   “Turn back into a dog,” you yell. “I liked you better that way!”   “You can’t make me.” The man’s teeth grits down, jaw clenching.   “I can. I am your witch and I demand you turn back into your dog state.”   The words are spoken into the world. Within three seconds, there’s a yellow poof. A cloud has appeared, mist thick and causing you to cough. You wave it away, watching the shadow shifting into a smaller frame. When the smoke dissipates, you look down and it’s the dog that you know and love. He’s cute and adorable, darker ears with its hue fading off into the golden and fluffy coat, except now you know who he truly is inside.   He barks and howls, wailing a million gripes and whining with a high-pitched voice.   You glare into his rounded eyes. “I absolutely will never. ever. do potions again, do you understand me?”   You don’t want to die. You don’t want him to die either.   Jimin continues to whine and complain, howling and shrieking at the top of his lungs like there’s a full moon up in the sky. It occurs to you that he can’t turn back into a human if you’ve commanded him to stay like this — if he could, he’d probably slap you and bring you back to your senses. But you’re tired from all this arguing, exhausted from his disobedience and chaoticness. Maybe you should’ve run when you had the chance…   “You should go find someone else,” you tell him in a softer and gentler voice, squatting down to lock your eyes with his. You’ve long given up on yourself. He should too. “Someone who can actually help you. Not me. Don’t put so much of your trust in me. I don’t deserve it. I can’t help you. You and I both know how bad I am at magic. I’m terrible at magic.”   He howls and barks again, even yelping this time. But you can’t understand him.   “I’m sorry.”   You rise to your feet, turning around and walking away. Jimin must’ve changed tactics because instead of those horrific howls like he’s screaming at you, now he’s pitifully whimpering. But you shut your eyes, trying your best to ignore it all. One day you’ll see him again — you’ll run into each other and he’ll be all healed up and maybe you could even be good friends.   For now, you leave him behind.   But then you begin to hear paws padding on the ground, clumsy steps taken, stubby legs struggling to keep up with your hasty strides. Jimin barks, catching up to your side.   “Go away.”   He growls, barks, whimpers, as if pleading for you to stop. Jimin goes as far as biting at your shoe, allowing himself to be dragged three steps before you stop and withdraw harshly. He yelps despite you not causing injury to him, but it still sends guilt straight through your chest.   “I-I told you to go away!”   It doesn’t matter that he’s your familiar and that you’re bonded together. He still has the ability to leave. As painful as this is, it just has to be done. No matter how much it hurts you, it’s better to be alone. That way, you only disappoint yourself in the end.   “Ummm….excuse me, Miss.”   There’s a tap on your shoulder and you shift. “Yes?”   “Is that your puppy?” The stranger points across the dirt street and there he is — sitting obediently, staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. His brown irises glimmering, stars practically inside his orbs, and he looks like he’s about to cry. Jimin has his tail and ears down, having been following you quietly for an hour. “I think he’s waiting for you.”   “H-he’s not mine.”   “Really?” The female frowns and glances at the dog. “Poor puppy. Maybe I should bring him to a shelter.”   “N-no…..I...I can.”   You walk away again and the girl doesn’t say anything as Jimin follows you. But this time, you pace slower, glancing over your shoulder. Jimin has his head downcasted, sad and apologetic. It makes your chest ache. A thousand flashbacks begin playing in your mind of all your adventures together, your wild journey thus far. It was a bad idea to turn him back into a dog. You’re weak for all animals.   “Mommy, mommy, look!” A small boy, no more than four-years old lets go of his parent’s hand. “It’s a doggy!”   “Yes, it is.”   He looks up at his mom. “Can I pet it?”   “You should ask the owner first, sweetheart. We don’t know whose dog that is.”   The child turns his head towards you, the closest person to the small animal. “Is this your doggy?”   “Ummm…..ummmm….” You’re not sure how to answer, but the kid is waiting expectantly and you end up smiling meekly. “You can pet him.”   The mother nods thankfully at you and keeps an eye on him while continuing her conversation with her friend. The boy hops off the sidewalk, going towards him and patting him on the head with vigor, but not hard enough to hurt. Jimin allows himself to be pet, though his ears and tail are still down. His eyes are flickered up to you as if to get your approval.   “What’s his name?”   “Chi-...Jimin….his name is Jimin.”   “Jimin!” The boy giggles and then moves onto lightly scratching the top of his head. “Is he your familiar or a normal dog? My mommy has a cat at home, but it’s her familiar. He’s super smart!”   “Jimin….is a normal dog.” You smirk, lowering yourself down like the kid. “He’s an annoying mutt. Do you want him?”   He blinks and pouts. “I don’t think mommy will let me.”   “Yeah.” You sigh, elbow propped on your knee and chin rested in your palm. “He’s a handful too. I don’t think anyone can handle him.”   “He’s a good boy!” The four-year old grins and continues to pat Jimin. You hum, a slight smile slipping on your lips before you sigh wistfully. It seems as though you’ve finally found someone more stubborn and unyielding than you are. He’s defeated you yet again.   You allow Jimin to walk alongside you silently. He doesn’t make a sound either.   The innkeeper glares when you enter and brush past, but you’re not affected anymore. It’s like that’s her own way of greeting you.   You enter the room and shut the door. “Change back.”   The world hears the command spoken and he transforms into his human form. You’re forced to look away when the light is blinding. He takes shape, growing taller and leaner, fur becoming skin, though his ears morph into a triangular shape, staying stuck to the top of his skull.   The tips of your fingers are tingling. To a certain extent, witches can tell their familiars what to do and make requests, but the responsibility of that power makes you uncomfortable. It’s awfully burdensome.   Jimin lolls his head to the side, wearing an unimpressed expression. His tongue rolls inside his cheek, half-lidded eyes staring into yours. He runs a hand through the blonde strands of his hair, pushing it away from his brows. “Were you really going to abandon me in that form?”   “No…..” Your voice is small. “I’m sorry.”   “I’m not leaving you,” he reiterates firmly. “And I’m not letting you leave either.”   “Why?”   Your question is left unanswered and maybe because he doesn’t know himself why he’s so adamant about this. It would certainly be simpler to leave you and seek help elsewhere. Though Jimin doesn’t exactly care for being logical at the moment. “Look, what you did back then wasn’t your fault.”   Immediately, you know what he’s alluding to and your blood runs cold. You turn around like a petulant child, vision diverted elsewhere, arms crossed in defense. “I don’t want to talk about it.”   “Well, too bad. I’m not letting you run away. This stupid ‘incident’ or at least that’s what you like to refer it to — it wasn’t your fault.”   “Yes, it is!” you shout and as much as you hate arguing, Jimin keeps pushing you. “I almost killed us!”   “But you didn’t!” He tries to reason, “You got me out there before the whole place burnt down.”   “Barely!” You slump to the ground, wanting to curl up and hide away. “What kind of witch blows up their entire house?!”   “It was just a failed experiment.”   “It was a basic recipe I was following,” you correct with a groan, holding your head in your hands and tempted to cover up your ears and obnoxiously sing to drown him out. “But I couldn’t even do that. And….and the next day, I was supposed to do the grand opening of the store and pretend nothing happened?! I would’ve ruined my family’s name! God, my cousins were right. My entire family was right.”   The night before the opening of the store, you burnt down your entire house to the ground in an experiment. You barely got out there alive with Jimin in your arms. Someone would’ve thought that a stranger had a vengeance and torched your house, not that you did it yourself on accident. When you close your eyes, you can still see the searing flames from that night, the green fumes leaving your chimney, the way your precious cottage exploded in front of you.   Your house became a bonfire. And then you ran away in humiliation.   You’re an idiot. Dumb. Bad at magic.   “No, they’re not,” Jimin expresses in frustration, closing the proximity between your bodies. “You’re a brilliant witch.”   “Stop saying that so you can get me to make you an antidote!”   “I’m not just saying it for that! I mean it!”   “Well, I can’t help you!” The decision is final. You’re not changing your mind. “No matter what you say — I can’t and I won’t.”   There is silence and a muscle in his cheek twitches at how much of a brat you are.   For good measure, you add on, “so you should go find another way instead of waiting for me since it’s never going to happen.”   “Fine.”   “Fine!”   “But I won’t leave without getting our bond removed.” Jimin points to the ground, stubborn and as childish as you are. He’s annoyed to no end and is one minute away from strangling you. “I don’t want to be connected to you in any way.”   Your bottom lip is trembling, but you stand your ground as well. “Fine by me! I would rather have no familiar than a familiar like you!”   “Perfect then!”   Not only are you a terrible witch who’s bad at magic, you’re a coward — a coward who lies and is too afraid of facing the truth.   //   The pair of you march up to city hall as if you’re about to lead a protest and overthrow the government. There’s conviction in your steps, strides firm, eyes set forward and fists clenched together. Behind you, Jimin follows at a distance. And in reality, you’re both less like leaders of the new world and more like an old couple tired of each other’s shit and filing for divorce.   “Hi.” The lady behind the booth slowly lifts her head, but her eyes are still glued onto her computer screen. It seems to take an eternity before she slowly peels her eyeballs away from the damn monitor to lazily look up at you. There are purple bags under the witch’s eyes, undeniably tired. “How can I help you?”   Your jaw is clenched and your jutted finger pokes at the granite counter. “I’d like to break ties with my familiar.”   “Identification, please.”   You dig into your pockets, luckily finding the rectangular card and you slide it over in the small hole between the counter and glass wall. The female witch looks on both sides of the card and types your number into the system. She clicks and then pauses and then clicks again. It takes a full minute of you standing there, awkwardly.   The woman finally hums, pulling up Chimmy’s profile and the past paperwork filled out. “Where’s your familiar now?”   “He….He’s behind me.”   The witch rolls to the side with her swivel chair, looking over your body and tilting her head. A frown mars her blank expression. Jimin smiles and lifts his hand. “Hi.”   She glances back at you, too exhausted to be outright shocked. “How is your familiar a human?”   “I’m actually a wizard,” Jimin adds on, but no one particularly cares.   You don’t know how to clarify this bizarre situation. If only she knew you were as baffled as she was. “It’s…….complicated.”   “Al-...right….then….I’ll admit, this is my first.” She quirks her head to the side, not smiling or laughing when you reply with ‘me too’. The woman behind the booth types on her keyboard, clicking a few more times as if she was merely messaging her husband what’s for dinner. “It’s quite a feat. Bonds are difficult to create….”   And even more difficult to break.   You know the saying and it makes you all the more unsettled.   The woman’s fingers continue to flurry over the keys and then she stops. You blink twice, waiting patiently before she turns her monitor towards you and Jimin. The both of you crowd next to each other, cheeks nearly squished together, eyes wide, staring. “I’m sorry, I can’t dissolve your relationship.”   “What?”   “Why not?”   The administration witch exhales in tiredness and slumps forward. She clicks something and pulls up a line graph, showing you certain dips and rises with the back of her pen. It’s complicated, hundreds of numbers and lines filling the screen, intersecting each other and colour coded, reminding you of paperwork for filling out your taxes or graphs on the stock market.   It makes your eyes and brain hurt.   “As you can see, your relationship has never dipped below the line to break your bond. The lower the graph dips, the more successful the ritual of breaking your ties would be. But the trends in your relationship has remained relatively constant. In order to get rid of the familiar and witch link, there has to be a large enough emotional disruption.”   “There is a large emotional disruption!” Your hands are open, showing the figure beside you. “He’s a human!”   She sits back, shrugging. “Well, looks like it wasn’t a large enough disruption.”   You’re baffled, but also aware this isn’t just some dumb government regulation or law that witches and wizards created. It’s always been like this since the dawn of time, part of the natural world. The graph merely shows the facts, but it doesn’t make it any less ridiculous.   Jimin steps in, concerned. “How does the system know? What if it’s wrong?”   “It isn’t. Our magic analyzes all bonds and magical links the moment you step into a government building. It’s a pretty advanced system that automatically updates. Impressive, huh?”   You and Jimin look at each other, exchanging expressions of distress and dismay. A staggering exhale leaves the seams of your lips and you shift back towards the lady. “Is….is there really no way for us to separate?”   “A witch and familiar tie is difficult to establish. Both parties must be intrinsically compatible, complimenting each other’s strengths and making up for one another’s weaknesses. They have to both agree and go through the proper procedures too.” She explains it to you like you’re a child who should’ve learnt this a long time ago, but you already know all of this.   The woman is rubbing salt all over your wounds. “Breaking the tie is even more difficult. You can’t sever them so easily unless there is cause for it, deep enough that your bond has pretty much dissolved on its own.” She glances at your graph and spins her monitor back around. “Now you can go try to get it professionally removed anyhow and go through the ritual, but the likelihood of it being successful is extremely low. It probably wouldn’t work in this case. Actually, your relationship is better than normal, I’d say.”   She looks at you one last time. “Come back when it’s worse.”   When you leave, your mind is boggled. You’re having an out-of-body experience without using advanced magic. It seems like your muscles are moving and your brain is delayed. What just happened?   “I don’t know.” Jimin sighs and you realize you said it aloud.   You turn on your feet once you get down the city hall steps and you stare straight into Jimin’s warm brown irises. “Slap me.”   “What?” The wizard-familiar is appalled, jaw becoming slack. “No!”   “We need a large emotional disruption, right? So, slap me!” You lean forward, putting your face out for him and even tipping to show him your cheek. “C’mon, Chim, I know you wanna slap me hard! You feel annoyed by my existence, right? Hit me! Hit me hard! I want it! Smack me, you dirty dog!”   He glances around, for once being the one to feel embarrassed. There are horrified expressions from strangers passing by.   You wince when his arms raise, but instead of striking you across the face, there’s a gentle touch on your shoulders. Jimin lightly pushes you away. “Stop. I’m not going to hit you, Y/N. I’m not a monster.”   “But you have my full permission!” You huff out, unknowingly pouting at him. Though after a second, you collect your senses again. “No, I get it. You don’t want to get your hands dirty, so use your magic on me! No. Wait. I have an even better idea! Let’s duel!”   “What?” He’s distraught over your absurdity, wrinkles between his brows probably creasing permanently. “I’m not going to duel you! You don’t even know how to do a proper levitation spell!”   “Exactly!” Dueling with Jimin would pretty much be the equivalent of getting stabbed with a blunt knife. But if it’ll break your bond, you’ll do it. If it’s what he wants, you’ll do it. “Just duel me and win. Hurt me — not enough for me to die, but enough to send me to the hospital! We’ll be all good! I won’t hold it against you, promise!”   “I’m not going to do that,” Jimin deadpans, tired of you and your suggestions, and walking away, unable to handle the ridiculousness.   You’re frustrated, screaming after him, “Then what are we supposed to do?!”   “You could go back to the cauldron!” He turns on his heel, shouting back at you. At once, your blood runs cold, expression falling. Jimin sighs again and his hand itches to run a hand through the blonde strands of his hair. But he remembers that he’s wearing a hat, that he has ears. So instead, he pinches the bridge of his nose, and then approaches closer. His plump lips are parted, apologies tumbling off from his tongue. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that.”   A murmur leaves your throat, “You did.”   “Come with me,” Jimin whispers and you lift your head, locking your gaze with his. “I think...I know one of the people who might’ve cursed me. If we find her, then maybe we can release my curse somehow and our bond will naturally dissolve after that.”   He stares at you, eyes kinder than before, even endeared. “I promise I won’t pressure you anymore.”   Pathetically enough, there’s no beat of hesitation in your answer. “Okay.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey steph. i’m going through a really tough time right now and i’m wondering if you have any fics that deal with grief? preferably none that are too long. thank you

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlocked: hello! love your blog a bunch, and read a lot of your fic recs! i have to ask, do you have any sherlock fics on sherlock grieving, and john helping him out?? thanks so much and have a lovely day! H

Hi Nonnies! 

First of all, BIG HUGS to you both, and especially to Nonny One, I’m sorry you’re having a rough go

GRIEF AND / OR MOURNING 

Please see these lists for some additional Grief and Mourning:

Reverse Reichenbach

Reunion Fics and Other Post TRF Fics

The Empty Hearse-Related Fics

Letters from Sherlock After the Fall

John During the Hiatus

A Quiet Reunion by ShipAddict (K, 851 w. || Reunion, Angst, Sentiment) �� Two years after Sherlock’s faked death, he enters 221B Baker St. to see the man who grieved for him.

Dismantle the Sun by Mount_Seleya (T, 965 w. || John Whump, 3G, Angst, Grief) – After a gunshot leaves John in critical condition, Sherlock holds vigil beside his hospital bed, slowly unravelling as the night progresses.

Yet What I Can, I Give Him by a_big_apple (G, 1,391 w || Fluff, Kisses) – This Christmas is much improved over the last–mostly because Sherlock isn’t dead–but it isn’t so simple for John to recover from his grief, and he finds comfort in likely and unlikely places.

Yorkshire Gold by Tammany Tiger (K, 1,467 w. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Angst, Open Ending, Grief) – Mycroft may not mourn Sherlock’s death-but even if he knows his brother lives, he’s not without his own grief. It ain’t easy being The British Government. But at least he’s got good help. Set between the Fall and the Return.

Spectrum of Mourning at the Funeral of a Solitary Man by TheBookshelfDweller (T, 1,956 w. || Angst, Grief, Friendship, First Person POV, Introspection) – Because each kind of love produces its own kind of grief, a long-ignored voice tells the story of five mourners of Sherlock Holmes, a man who in the end, was all but solitary.

Thief by KendylGirl (M, 2,430 w. || Rev. Reich., Heavy Angst, Regret, Grief / Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Implied Drug Use, Self-Flagellation) – John has been gone for four months, and Sherlock is not dealing well with it. When he finds a personal item of John’s, the situation reaches a crisis. Part 3 of When to Let Go

The Battersea Bridge by pininglock (M, 2,585 w. || MCD, Angst, Grief, Unhappy Ending) – A life without John Watson isn’t a life worth living.

You Paid Me Well In Memories by Ballykissangel - (K+, 3,149 w. || Heavy Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Grief) –  It’s Sherlock’s birthday and John is not doing well. No matter how hard he’s tried to keep on living, he knows he is going to give up soon and he isn’t going to make it. Today is his last and only chance to visit Sherlock’s grave to talk and give him his gifts: His dog tags, a book full of notes and memories and the meaning of love as Sherlock watches on in grief.

Nothing Quite So Spectacular by Kerkerian-Horizon (K+, 5,762 w. || Drama, Hurt / Comfort, Post-TRF) – How John Watson grieves after Sherlock Holmes’ alleged suicide, and what happens when the detective returns home. Set post-Reichenbach, two parts.

The Tip Over Into The Inevitable by ivyblossom (T, 6,894 w. || Grief, Cuddles, Insomnia, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers) - When his father dies, Sherlock avoids sleeping. Then discovers he can’t sleep at all. John finds a way to help.

Survival Instinct by shirleyholmes (T, 7,162 w. || Post-TRF, First Kiss, Schmoop, Nightmares, Fluff & Angst, Grief, Idiots in Love) – After Sherlock’s “comeback” John starts obsessing with constantly making sure he’s alive (checking his heartbeat etc.)

Checkmate to a Castled King by LaSuen (T, 18,290 w. || Friendship, Hurt / Comfort, Sick Sherlock) - John dies. Or at least everyone thinks he does. (REVERSE-TRF, FAVE)

The Homecoming Series by sussexbound (M, 51,744 w. across 12 stories, WIP || Domestics, PTSD, Love Confessions, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling, Jealousy, Family Issues, Cuddling) – Sometimes home is all you need. After three years of horror, betrayals, and crushing loss, John and Sherlock find their way back home to one another, and together find new footing in a world that has changed forever.

Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w. || Pining, Love Confessions, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock POV, Eventual Happy Ending) – “For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face.” Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.

The Quiet Man by ivyblossom (E, 157,369 w. || Post-TRF, John First POV, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Present Tense, Imaginary Sherlock) – “Do you just carry on talking when I’m away?”

Unkissed Series by 221b_hound (T to E, 184,168 w. across 46 works || Established Relationship, Ace Sherlock) – Sherlock returned from the dead a year ago. John returned to Baker Street six months ago. They’ve been in a couple since then. or at least, not NOT a couple. For two smart men, they sure can be dumb. Luckily, an art thief tries to drown Sherlock, Sherlock has a fever dream and things are about to change.

MARKED FOR LATER

A Home for Us by sussexbound (NR, 3,440 w. || Scars, Bedsharing, Grief, Doctor John, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Implied/Referenced Torture) – He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

carrying up his morning tea by darcylindbergh (E, 34,505 w. || Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes & Funerals, Angst, Estranged John, Pining Sherlock, Depression and Insecurity, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort) – His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,822 w. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”  

The Men Who Talked Between the Words by Odamaki (E, 463,024 w. || Parentlock, UST/URT, Pining Sherlock, Grieving John, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse, Slow Burn/Build, Case Fic, First Kiss / Time, Implied/Referenced Suicide & Drug Use, Slow Burn, Sherlock Whump, Panic Attacks) – John expected to be a father some day; he expected to have the house, and the wife and the nice suburban job. Sherlock never expected to have children, in part because he never expected to make it past 30. As it turns out, you don’t get a choice. Crammed into Baker Street with a baby, John struggles with single-parenthood and his own fears, while Sherlock treads the fine line between doing too little and saying too much.

[curiouser-and-curiouser-fics]

I want you to answer all of those pure and sweet asks😢💕 you seem so interesting and friendly🌹

Awww ofc!!!

🐰- do you believe in soul mates?

yes, but not everyone has one

💌- diary or journal?

is...there a difference?

✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

Anne Shirley

💕- are you crushing on someone?

no one who actually exists (Julian)

💋- kissing in the dark or kissing in the rain?

I have no preferences. I’d appreciate anything. I’m desperate.

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

oh dear. i’m on my laptop so I don’t have emojis. just insert a bunch of fox emojis XD

🍼- what is your favorite memory?

My parents bringing home my baby brother from the hospital (almost 16 years ago!!)

🌸- what is your favorite flower?

foxgloves!!

💖- have you ever been in love?

nope. what’s it like

🍰- strawberry or vanilla?

vanilla

🍯- describe your favorite smell

PETRICHOR

🎂- if you had 3 wishes, what would they be?

1) to find love soon 

2) that my future novels will be successful

3) that my best friends and I will be best friends forever

🍪- cookie dough or cookies?

cookies

☕- coffee or tea?

tea

🍃- would you rather live in a sea with mermaids or a forest with fairies?

in a sea with mermaids!

🍂- what’s your middle name?

Clara

💫- what is your sun, moon, and rising sign?

I’ve been searching this on Google for like 15 minutes and,,,,,,I still have no clue, sorry

🌧️- favorite thing to do on rainy days?

sleep

🍭- how tall are you?

5′8″

💒- which show would you want to live in?

Ouran High School Host Club? lmfao

🎄- what is your favorite holiday?

my family doesn’t really celebrate holidays...but i ADORE Christmas!!!

🍦- what scented candle is your favorite?

idk, i don’t have a lot of those, 80% of the time i live at school and we can’t have candles there, plus i don’t know the names of any candles i’ve ever liked lmao

🎶- favorite song right now?

Out of Love by Alessia Cara

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

1) food

2) food

3) food

🍩- current mood?

stressed, blessed, and a little depressed

❄️- what is your favorite season?

winter

💍- your current relationship status?

single af

📷- a photo of yourself

(picking up the dogs the day after I got back earlier this month, this is Maggie and she loves all of you!!)

💅🏻- do you like being spoiled?

idk, i’m broke and everyone else i know is broke

🕊️- 3 habits you have?

1) procrastination

2) eating too fast

3) self-pity

🦄- how do you perceive yourself?

as a weirdo

🦋- how do you think others perceive you?

as a weirdo

🌈- things I find attractive in girls/guys

i try not to be shallow by letting what i like become make or break things

in guys, i find the following attractive:

compassion

patience

he’s gotta be a romantic (my dad isn’t a romantic [obviously that’s concerning my mom], and he doesn’t always show his emotions, which is fine, i mean that’s just who he is, but i would like to be around a guy who can comfortably channel his emotions)

i like tall, dark, and handsome

facial hair can be really nice, but he’s gotta be able to grow it well

🍓- one secret about yourself

idk if i really have any secrets, i’m a pretty open book

it’s not really a secret, but I have a huge fear of being hit in the head/killed with a hammer. idk why, just.....the idea of the kind of pain that you have from severe head trauma just terrifies me. so the combination of my fears of home invasion/being killed in my house/bed and being hit in the head/killed with a hammer is the WORST and terrible for my anxiety even though i know it’s irrational, and it sometimes keeps me up all night

🍒- how do you act when you have a crush?

ummm...it’s been a while, but my roommates last semester told me i act out in order to get attention (idk if that’s true but that’s what i’ve been told)

💔- the reason behind your last breakup?

nothing, i’ve never been in a relationship

💬- what your last text message says?

“A SHAKESPEAREAN”

🎥- what show are you currently binging on?

America’s Got Talent

⛅- what is your morning routine?

wake up, curse the sun, go back to sleep, get woken up by mom, get up out of bed 40 minutes later after checking up on all my social media, try to get something for breakfast before it becomes lunchtime

💗- who do you miss?

my two best friends ;-;

🥀- last time you cried?

2 nights ago, i was v stressed and i found and read a note my mom had left me my first semester of college, so lots of sentiment there and sentiment makes me cry

🎁- when is your birthday?

July 3rd!

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

we almost got killed/affected by a bulldozer attack when we lived in Jerusalem, Israel

💤- date someone younger, older, or same age as you?

older, but no more than 5 years or it’d feel weird to me

🎀- any question you want

you didn’t specify this one, so please send me another ask with it so i can answer!!

[reifromrfa]

Can we get a happy ending for the ghost!MC please? I just feel so bad that they domt get happy endings T-T

Hi anon! Sorry this took a while! But @rainydayswriter​ and I worked hard to give you a really fluffy end for the ghost hc and we hope you like it!!! This is a continuation (ish) of our Halloween ghost hc and you can check it out here before reading this! 

Lolol congrats to us, @rainydayswriter, we finally finished this :)) Onto the next one!!!

RFA + Minor Trio with “ghost” MC (Happy Ending)

Yoosung

“Yoosung, I haven’t been totally honest with you.”

You aren’t actually dead?

So. Relieved.

You didn’t want to get his hopes up, because while you aren’t dead … there isn’t a guarantee you’ll wake up anytime soon

But in the meantime, you’ll stay around and keep him company as long as he wants it

Forever are you kidding me

“Maybe I should change my major to a people doctor …”

“Yoosung, sweetie, no.”

“Well then, let’s find the perfect date spots for when you wake up!”

How could you say no to him

He’s excited about the idea of spending his life with you

He gets you to agree to let him visit the hospital but when he talks with your doctor, he’s told there’s a very slim chance of you ever waking up

Yoosung is determined to stay positive though, for your sake and his

He brings his homework to the hospital and stays with you there, even managing to convince Saeyoung to let him borrow a laptop so he could play LOLOL while staying with you

The internet sucks in the hospital though ;;; Dear God that ping

He always talks to you –your ghost and your body –about his day and it makes you happy just listening to him

He has so much potential and warmth and happiness, it’s no wonder you were drawn to him

And then one night, he’s playing LOLOL with his back to your body

Because your ghost is hovering beside him, cheering him on

Until the cheering stops

And his fingers freeze on the keyboard because the sudden silence scares him

He’s shaking, he’s so afraid to turn around

Because what if you weren’t there anymore? What if…

…what if the future he’s dreamed with you has become a nightmare?

“MC, do you see this?” he says in a shaky voice, trying to sound happy. “Look, I’m about to defeat a boss!”

“MC, cheer me on, okay? I’ll defeat this boss for you!”

And tears are blurring his vision as he clicks blindly at the keys, his heart breaking

It’s a miracle how he manages to defeat the boss at all but he’s wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his hoodie, still afraid to look back

And then –

“You did great, Shooting Star Yoosung.”

His eyes go wide and he turns, looking at your eyes as you stare back at him from your body

You were awake

The tears continue flowing but now happiness erupts from his chest and he laughs and grins and jumps up and throws his arms around you

“MC, I was so scared! I thought you had left me!”

You laugh

Honestly you didn’t think this guy would ever let you go –and you didn’t want to leave him as well

“MC, your laugh sounds so good,” he says, wiping his tears

“I would like it if you keep smiling and laughing like that…”

“…with me.”

“I’ll take care of you, I promise. I’m just really happy you’re finally here!”

He calls the nurses and stays and listens at everything the doctor tells you two

When you’re able to go home, he makes sure to research on how he can help you, how he can make you feel better

And he takes you on all those dates he promised to take you on

His late nights studying are even better now that you’re physically there with him

Everything in his life improves, he’s just so happy and motivated

When his graduation rolls around, you beam with pride

That’s your boyfriend up there

And you’re glad to be part of this milestone in his life

But the happiest of all is Yoosung

Because after everything that happened with Rika, he finally manages to move on

And finally, everything is right in his life

Zen

So it’s an out-of-body experience kind of thing??

Boy has psychic dreams so this isn’t farfetched to him

You admit that you’re actually at the same hospital that treated his leg

And that’s where you saw him and he was just so handsome

You kind of followed him home???

Totally not creepy, MC

He’s glad you did though, because his life is better with you by his side

But of course it’ll be even better when you’re actually physically by his side and not hovering a few inches off the floor

He visits the hospital every chance he gets

Enough that the media starts taking notice and it isn’t long before articles and posts flood Zen’s fansites

Is it a hidden family member? Secret girlfriend? Is he researching for a future role where he’ll play a doctor/nurse???

Jaehee and Saeyoung bring it up in the chatroom –concerned and curious, respectively

Zen tells them all about your ghost and how he found out you were still alive –and how he’s fallen in love with you

Jaehee is skeptical of course, and tells him he can’t fall in-love with a ghost or a girl he’s never even met in person before but Zen ignores her and continues staying by your side

He practices his lines in the hospital and you are entranced by his mini-performances

Until your eyes widen and you feel yourself slipping away and Zen jumps up from his seat because you were disappearing right before his eyes

And he’s scared because does that mean you were waking up? Or…

God, he can’t even consider the alternative

He holds your hand in his and leans close to you, praying that you would wake up, that you would open those beautiful eyes of yours

“MC, I’m right here. Come back to me, please.”

“Follow my voice. Babe, come back to me.”

And he sings a ballad from one of his musicals, hoping you would be able to hear his heartfelt words behind the song

He feels your fingers twitch in his grasp and he continues singing, hoping

When you open your eyes, his beautiful smiling face is the first thing you see, he’s all you can see, hear, feel, smell

God he smells so good

And he crashes his lips against yours which makes you blush

Zenny I haven’t brushed in a while? ;;;

But he doesn’t care, he’s so happy!

He can feel your warmth under his touch, against his lips and his heart is bursting

He immediately calls the nurses and he stays with you as the doctors tell you both that everything will be alright, that you’ll be fine but you have to stay in the hospital for a while

Zen doesn’t mind though, he’s just so happy you’re here with him

He’s already thinking of all the things he wants to do with you when you get out

Of course there’s the media to deal with ;;;

And he tells you all about the craziness you’re getting into, scared you wouldn’t want to be with him anymore

But you just smile

“Zen, I’ve died and come back. I think I can handle nosy reporters.”

God he loves you so much

The moment you’re released, there are reporters waiting outside the entrance but thanks to a little help from Jumin, Zen manages to get you into a van and safely away

Everyone in the nation is curious as to how you two met though

But that’s a scoop they will never get~

Jaehee

With a little research, she finds out that you didn’t die from the accident

You were in a coma at a nearby hospital

And she is a bit relieved because there’s still hope

You were there for her when she needed a friend and she will be here for you now

But visiting a hospital takes a little longer than just swinging by a coffee shop, and with her insane and demanding boss schedule, it isn’t often that she can find the time

You’re more than surprised to see her again, certain that when she had helped you “move on” that she had wanted nothing more to do with you

“That wasn’t it at all!” she protests, “You’re my best friend and I thought you’d be happier.”

“I don’t think I could be very happy somewhere you aren’t, Jaehee …”

Dammit now she’s speechless and flustered

Unfortunately, her job is extremely demanding, so she isn’t able to see you as much as she’d like

That doesn’t stop her from looking in on you when she can though, and bringing little tokens to decorate your sparse bedside table with  

She’ll tell you about the newest coffee shop she tried, or Zen’s latest job, or how annoying c-hair is

And how much she valued spending time with you, and how grateful she was to have met you

And then one day she visits the hospital…but the name on your door has changed

Fear grips her heart as she runs to the nurse’s station on your floor

“The woman in that room –MC. Where is she? Is she alright? Please tell me she’s alright!”

The nurse wouldn’t tell her anything because she wasn’t related to you and Jaehee is close to tears

When she hears your voice

“Jaehee?”

She turns and there you are, sitting in a wheelchair, smiling at her

Jaehee falls to her knees and throws her arms around you

Tears of joy roll down her cheeks because thank God you’re okay! Even better, you were alive

Takes your recovery very seriously, constantly asking for updates on your progress and if you need anything to just ask and C&R can certainly provide

Brings work in with her sometimes while keeping you company, and you have half a mind to call Jumin Han directly and give him an earful for the stress she’s under

She appreciates the sentiment, and you know there’s plenty she’d like to say to him as well, starting with “I need a vacation.”

It’s when you’re officially released that she takes the extra step to take days off to help you adjust back to life in any way she can

And she even gets you a ticket to watch Zen’s musical with her

In return you try to make her work a little less dreary, bringing her lunch and letting her vent

Jaehee asks the other RFA members if you could join and help them out with the parties

And the two of you are thrilled to be working together

You still meet up in the coffee shop daily to catch up with each other or help each other with work

And when you’re not looking, Jaehee will look at you and smile, happy that you could be here to share these moments with her 

Jumin

It seems odd that one of his employees would die without his knowledge; Jumin takes work very seriously and ensures his staff are actually well-compensated and happy

It just doesn’t make sense that you would be a ghost?

So the moment he learns your name, he asks Assistant Kang to do a background research on you

And finds out you’re not dead

You’re actually in the hospital

And he immediately informs you –well, your spirit, that is –that there’s still a chance of saving your life

Jumin immediately drives to the hospital

Even though it was 2 in the morning ;;;

And you sit in the car next to him, anxiously tapping your foot against the floor, which made Driver Kim get goosebumps all over his arms because when he glanced in the side mirror, Jumin was sitting perfectly still

Thank God the company placed you in a hospital that belonged to C&R

Jumin gets access to your room without much difficulty and he all but runs to your room

It’s a good thing you can float ;;;

But the moment you two enter the room and you see your body lying there

You gasp and it’s like you’re being sucked into your body

“Jumin!”

And he’s desperately reaching for you but you’re gone

For a moment, his perfectly cool facade vanishes and he panics, standing next to your body, saying your name over and over again

“MC, please, open your eyes.”

“I’m here. I’m right here. Please open your eyes.”

“Don’t leave me.”

And finally, your eyes flutter open

You focus on him and you smile

He’s melting, he’s so happy that he pulls you into his arms and buries his face in your neck

“For a moment, I envisioned a life without you by my side,” he murmurs, holding you closer

“I don’t want to live in such a world.”

“Thank you for coming back to me, MC. I vow to make you the happiest woman in the world.”

“Please, choose to stay with me. I won’t let you regret it.”

And you’re laughing through your tears because of course you would choose him!

Here comes the big guns

C&R’s CEO makes sure you’re well taken care of

MC deserves only the best

And Assistant Kang is so confused because why is her boss so concerned about you? Maybe he’s afraid of getting sued? ;;;

But it doesn’t make sense because Jumin is by your side 24/7

Jaehee has to beg you to talk to Jumin to go to work for a few hours to attend meetings and sign stuff for work

Then Jumin goes back to the hospital again ;;;

Jaehee prays everyday for you to get better soon

And when you’re finally released from the hospital

He proposes

And the rest of the RFA are shocked that Jumin Han married a complete stranger but they will never know the bond you two share from when you were a ghost~

Saeyoung

He could not be more torn in his life

“I told you to stop visiting me, Saeyoung.”

It was trippy to see two of you, one lying comatose and the other hovering a few feet away glowering at him

“How do you even keep getting in here? They can’t seriously think you’re related to me.”

There had to be something he could do! All those years of calling himself God 707, being able to break into any database in his way, make himself disappear entirely, but he couldn’t even lift a finger to help the ones he loves

“Did you come here to just ignore me? What kind of weirdo are you?” You sound less angry, but still exasperated

He is a weirdo, and a creep, and hopeless

“I’m just holding you back and hurting you, Saeyoung. Please just leave. Don’t make me feel worse.”

“I won’t abandon you,” he says firmly

You give up on protesting his visits, but at first refuse to stay in the room when he comes around

But then you hear his soft voice and he’s holding your hand and looking at you so warmly, you begrudgingly stick around

He talks for the both of you, since you’re so resolute in him moving on, and tells you about his missions and teasing the RFA and how he’s been working on new projects he can’t wait to show you

Sometimes he’ll straight up pass out in the chair, and wake up to find a blanket covering him and hot coffee waiting next to him

“You’re the most self-destructive man I’ve ever met. If your job doesn’t kill you, your habits will! What’ll be the point of waking up if you aren’t around to see it?”

Until one day he wakes up and he can’t find your ghost anywhere

And he panics

“MC? MC!” he’s screaming in the room, fear clawing at his heart, looking for you everywhere in the room

“Still a weirdo.”

He pokes his head out from the bathroom, where he was looking for you, and sees you –your body –sitting up on the bed, looking at him with tears in your eyes

And he breaks down as he runs to you and holds you in his arms

“You’re here. You’re awake. God, you’re here.”

“I’m here,” you reply, sniffling as tears roll down your cheeks and you hug him back

“I was so afraid I lost you, MC,” he whispers, hugging you closer to him. “Don’t leave me, please. I love you. I want you in my life. Please choose a life with me.”

“I’ll do my best to make you happy. I swear. I promise! God Seven will bring you happiness and he will protect you with his life!”

“So please. Don’t run away from me anymore.”

How can you say no to that?

You two finally admit your feelings for each other and you’ve never been happier

He takes down the agency and starts a nice, peaceful life with you

One that he didn’t even bother dreaming about –until you came into his life

And he can finally say that his life is perfect

Saeran

Saeyoung is in the hospital again

He hated his brother for ever choosing to become a secret agent

But he also hated himself for being so weak, pushing his brother to live a dangerous life because of him

While Saeyoung slept, Saeran snuck to the rooftop so he could look at the sky and think about you

There’s still a hole where his heart used to be and he’s not ready to forget about you so soon

He never told Saeyoung about you though, wanting to keep you a secret

Because that way he’ll feel like he still shares something with you

When he got to the roof though, he saw a girl with long brown hair, sitting on the ledge of the building, looking up at the sky

“Hey –you. That’s not safe.” Saeran awkwardly calls out

But then he feels a familiar chill in the air and he freeze

You turn to him and he lets out the breath he was holding

And your eyes go wide but you give him a small smile as tears fill your eyes

He feels his cheeks grow hot because why the fuck is his heart beating so fast? Get a fucking grip of yourself, you weak shit

“I knew you’d find me.”

You’re both crying as you confess how much you loved him

How leaving him was the hardest thing you had to do in your entire life

But you had to, for his sake

“You had no right to decide that leaving is what’s right for me,” he murmurs

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I can’t lose you again.”

He sees you hesitating and he climbs onto the ledge beside you, which makes you panic

“Saeran!!! You’re still alive, don’t sit here! It’s dangerous!”

“If danger will bring me closer to you, then so be it.”

Omfg Saeran

You don’t know what to say now

The two of you look up at the sky in silence, hands intertwined

You want to tell him about your secret

But you also didn’t want to give him false hope because you can’t stand hurting him again

He sees you struggling with yourself though and he demands asks you to tell him

“Saeran…I’m still alive.”

…Wtf?

You explain to him how you’ve always been drawn to this hospital

You didn’t know why until you saw your body in one of the rooms, lying there in a coma

He is on his feet and running down the hallways in a heartbeat

“Saeran!” you scream as he float after him

“Which room?”

“Stop, don’t –”

“Which room, MC?”

And then he bursts into the room and sees you lying there with tubes and needles inserted into you

Your eyes are closed, but your were still so beautiful

And you hover sadly beside him as he looks at your immobile body

“Saeran…I’ve been in a coma for almost a year. I don’t think there’s hope for me. They’re taking me off life support if I don’t wake up in a month.”

Slowly he turns to you

And you see a spark in his eyes

“I won’t let you die, MC.”

He makes sure to visit you everyday; he’s in the hospital for Saeyoung too so it makes everything easier

Saeyoung wonders where his brother goes off to everyday and one day, he follows his brother down the hall, to a hospital room with your name on the label by the door

He cracks the door open a little and hears Saeran talking to you

“…promise to get ice cream with you when you wake up. I know all the good places, MC. I can’t wait for that day.”

And then that day comes and you wake up and the first thing you see is his concerned face, then his smile breaking through the worry as he pulls you in for a tight hug

He’s trying his best to be gentle with you but he’s just so damn happy –you were alive and he is actually holding you in his arms

“Promise me something,” he murmurs in your ear

“Stay with me.”

“I’m far from perfect and I’ll make mistakes. But I promise to love you until my last breath. So don’t go anywhere this time. Okay?”

He stays with you until you get well and you move into their bunker not long after, spending your (human) days with Saeran happily

V

Leave it to Luciel to piece together the photos you appeared in to find out who you really were

And give V the heads up that you were physically stuck in a coma

His ghostly muse, who had caused quite the ruckus in the chatroom, was not dead

It was the smallest of hopes, one he hardly wanted to hang onto, but he couldn’t let it go

If you hadn’t told him, then you probably had a good reason, but he still couldn’t help but feel a little hurt you’d left him to believe you were actually dead

He just can’t stand thinking about you left alone in a dreary hospital after showing him the light again

Looking through all of the pictures you had taken with him in your short time together, he makes a decision and calls Luciel and Jumin for a favor

It feels wrong to do nothing after everything you’ve done for him, so he asks Luciel for your location and rushes to the hospital

It’s very bittersweet to see you lying in a blank room devoid of color, it doesn’t fit you at all and he’s determined to change that

He sets your favorite picture of the both of you at your bedside, and the rest he begins to hang on the walls–sunrises with your silhouette, birds in flight, flowers caught in the rain, busy streets …

It isn’t until he hangs the last photograph that he turns and sees you, ghost you, in the middle of the room slackjawed and looking like he’d given you the moon

“How did you … Jihyun …”

“You snuck into my pictures, so I only thought it fair to let you have them.”

“But, Jihyun, I’m not … I’ve been here for a while now and my chances aren’t getting any better–”

“Then you don’t deserve to spend your days alone, or forget that I’m always here waiting.”

Well, if you weren’t in emotional shambles before, you sure as hell were then

You fall back into accompanying him when he travels, but now he always returns and stops by your room to add new photographs

Until you notice your pull to the room becoming stronger, and feeling much weaker, no amount of battery drainage can sustain you

Jihyun doesn’t know what to do, worried out of his mind he stays by your side, contacting Jumin for help

There are no apparent changes to your physical condition that professionals note

But something is happening, and you can hardly manage to manifest for very long anymore, and it’s terrifying

“Jihyun, if I don’t wake up, promise you’ll lean on your friends and be the light I know you are,” you say wearily, looking blurrier than ever

“I’ll try, I promise.”

“And I want you to know–”

And then you vanish, and he’s left in a room covered in memories with you static as ever

Even with his heart breaking, he stays true to his word and continues to find pictures for you, relying on the RFA’s support when it becomes too much

He had been away for a particularly long time, and was eager to bring his newest works to you, when he notices the hubbub

Jumin’s bodyguards are outside your room??

He all but bursts through the door, heart pounding, and–

You’re awake

Sitting up, apparently conversing with Jumin until he had arrived, and now you were shellshocked and then smiling so wide

It’s all he can do not to sweep you up right from the bed

“I would have told you as soon as she woke up, but she insisted it be a surprise,” Jumin explains

Jihyun takes your hand in his

“Will there ever be a time when you don’t surprise me?”

You squeeze his hand and smile back at him

“You want another surprise, Jihyun? I’m pregnant and you’re the father!”

“I hope that day never comes. But you already know that even death can’t stop me from finding you, Jihyun.”

He surprises you instead when he leans down and kisses your lips

And when he pulls back you’re both blushing but he strokes your cheek gently, grinning

“I’d rather have you by my side just as you are, MC. With warm cheeks and soft lips and the vibrancy of life around you.”

If you didn’t have many friends before, you’re suddenly floored by the entire RFA (one by one, thankfully) coming to introduce themselves

It makes the recovery even better

And when you’re at last released, Jihyun takes you on your first official trip together

If the RFA thought the chatroom was busy before well now you were fully capable of being in all of Jihyun’s shots

Zen’s still shook at how you out-selfie him

All of the pictures taken from the very beginning are kept in a scrapbook, and the two of you continue adding to it, marking your many days together and the many to come~

Vanderwood

He was undercover at the hospital doing a mission when he sees you passing through a wall into a patient’s room

And he wanted nothing more than to run after you and beg you to take him back, to forgive him for everything he did and said to you

But why haven’t you moved on? Goddammit why are you so stubborn and why does that make him fall for you more? He just fucked up his liver and lungs in hopes of forgetting you yet here you are, haunting him still

So he follows you and glances at the name by the door –and he freezes

Because it’s your name

You were still alive??

He bursts through the door and your ghost self jumps so high you nearly go through the ceiling

But your eyes go wide when you see it’s Vanderwood but he’s in disguise? ;;;;

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, MC.”

So you sigh and tell him how you’ve been in a coma for a while now, you didn’t want to tell him because you didn’t want him to hope

And you enjoyed helping him with his missions so much that you didn’t want to complicate things by telling him there was a slim possibility of you coming back to life

“Can you get down from there?” he asks with his arms crossed

You float down to him, expecting him to yell at you

But instead he pulls you to him and holds you tight

“Idiot. If I had known…I would have gotten here sooner.”

“I never meant to hurt you. It’s just, I thought if you believed I didn’t care about you, you would be able to move on, leave me behind.”

“But I want you, MC. I want you in my life –alive. I’m going to fix this.”

And you’re crying because finally

Finally, this man confesses his true feelings for you

And true to his word, he asks Saeyoung to help him find a good doctor to help you

Until one day, you open your eyes and you’re back inside your body and you see the secret agent standing by the window, looking outside

“Vanderwood.”

Your voice cracks and your lips are dry but when he hears your voice, he turns around and his eyes soften and a smile breaks through his face

“Welcome back, baby.”

He will take care of you to the best of his abilities and ask you to move in with him because now that you’re in his world, he wants to be able to keep an eye on you at all times

He’s not stupid enough to push you away again because those weeks without you were hell

And he promises to be a better man for you, to take more managing jobs instead of field work

Because he has a long and happy life to spend with you and Vanderwood will be damned if he lets trigger-happy criminals interfere with that

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100 Favourite Character Asks:

Thought I'd make my own one of these because I'm bored~ Sorry, they're very long ones... Mention the favourite Character that you chose each time you answer...! _______________________________ 1. Who do you ship them with, if anyone? ❤️ 2. Do you know their middle name? If they don't have one or one isn't mentioned what would you choose for them? 💬 3. How do you view them in regards to yourself? (i.e. Would you call them your spouse, partner, child, friend, more of a sibling, etc, or even enemy (cause we all know how far loving to hate characters can go). 👬 4. What colour do you associate them with? 💛 5. What do you headcannon their hogwarts house to be/ do they have a canon one? (i.e. They're from Harry Potter). 📚 6. In one sentence, summarise why they are your favourite character. 🖊 7. Are they, by definition, alive? If not and you'd choose to bring them back, how would you go about that? ⚰️ 8. If they were to meet another character you like from any other franchise, who would you choose and why? Would they become friends? 👽 9. If you met them do you think you would both get along well? What would you bond/ argue over? 🤓 10. If you were organising a nice, well deserved break for them, what place would you choose, what kind of holiday would it be, and who would you invite along? 🏖 11. You're making them breakfast on a chill Sunday morning, what do you give them and do they stay to eat with you? If so, what do you chat about? 🍳 12. You can change one thing about your character for better or worse, what is it? Do you think it would affect their personal storyline/ how they interact with other characters if this happened? 🤔 13. What flower would you associate with them and if for any particular reason, why? 🌸 14. Would you rather your character be killed off (despite their current canon status) and the franchise keep going without them for a long time or have the series/ book/ game/ comic/ anime, etc, last long enough with them in it to see them gradually loose personality and focus, becoming out of character? 🖥 15. Your character gets to canonically punch somebody else in the franchise in the face, who do you choose and why? (Did they do something to them or do you as the person who enjoys the show, etc, just have a personal vendetta so it wouldn't make sense in terms of plot?). 👊 16. They're organising a surprise date for their significant other, what do they plan and can they keep it a secret before the actual event?! 🔐 17. What sort of weird, hidden talent would you not be surprised they had? 🏸 18. Headcannon something cute and sentimental that they would characteristically do, for example, keeping a photo album of friends or impulsively getting their partner flowers for no specific reason? 💌 19. Do you dislike any ship that they're canonically a part of? Or any that's popular with fans that you don't agree with/ anybody at all really that you would theoretically hate to see them in a romantic relationship with? 💔 20. Who do they view as their best friend and what kind of inside jokes do you think they would have with this person? 💞 21. What kind of music do they like/ do you think they'd like? How do they choose to listen to it- vinyl, cd, download, cassette, live, etc- and can you name any specific modern artists that they'd enjoy? Would they like your personal taste in music? 🎶 22. Give one canon bad habit they have and a headcannon of one you think is plausible. 🍺 23. What is your favourite quote of theirs? 🗯 24. Who in the franchise do they not interact with a lot or not at all that you think they should see more of? 🤝 25. The main few characters of the show gets them a birthday present from each of them, what do they buy your character? Do they like it? What would you give them? 🎁 26. What do you think their mbti type is? Is it the same as yours? 😯 27. What do you imagine was their favourite story/ fairytale as a kid? What would their small self enjoy about it? 📖 28. Are they part of Lgbtq+ canonically/ do you view them to be even if not canon? 🏳️‍🌈 29. What is their nighttime routine? 😴 30. What do their canon interests/ hobbies include? 🎮 31. Top 3 things you wish you had seen them do/ become or that you wish for them to do in the future, if still ongoing? 💍 32. You and them have a hand wrestle- who wins- how do they react? Are they a sore loser, passionate winner or indifferent at the whole scenario occurring in front of them? 💪 33. They're your favourite character right? You intensely appreciate their fictional existence- what do you wish casual fans would appreciate more about them and, in turn, what factor of their hidden depth as a character, if any, do you find the most interesting? 👁 34. You're introducing them to your family, how and where do you do it? How does your character behave/ what does your family think of them? 👥 35. You swap roles for a day and you take on their daily routine and they take on yours...How do you find that? How do they? 👩🏻‍💻 36. You're allowed to design a tattoo for your character? What is it of? Or would you appreciate that they characteristically wouldn't like one and walk away? If they get it, and it's revealed, how do they react? 💘 37. Do you relate to them on any level? 🔍 38. You're placing them into the world of another franchise you enjoy for a week, what is it and can your character cope for that long, in terms of physical thereat, drama and other characters? Might they even enjoy it? 🌎 39. In your opinion, what's the most out of character thing they've done/ said in any form of canon? 🙄 40. They're asked the common question 'if you were stranded on a desert island what one thing would you take with you?', what do they answer? Are they logical or sentimental? 🏝 41. You get to say one sentence to them at one point in their timeline...what do you choose to tell them and when is this? Is it something hopeful when they're in a bad situation, is it thanks, a general joining in of present celebrations with them, a congratulations, a tip or clue to help them at the time, or even a joke to cheer them up, etc? 📢 42. If it's the same day and time in their location as it is presently is in yours, what would they currently be doing? ...I'm guessing the majority of answers here will be 'sleeping'... ⏰ 43. What percentage do you think their phone is usually on, or would be on if they don't canonically have one, what's their home screen and lock screen? 📱 44. What's their 5 most prominent character traits? Are they common traits within your other loved characters? Do you personally think that you posses any of these traits? 😎 45. If they weren't doing their current job what do you think they'd be good at? Is it something you'd enjoy to do too? 👩🏽‍⚕️ 46. Describe their handwritings appearance/ if not seen or plausible what do you think it would look like? 📝 47. What common fear do they have? Are they scared of spiders, heights, clowns, etc... do they have any canon unusual fears? 🤡 48. You are gifted with their company for 24 hours- but you can't leave your home town/ city, etc- what do you choose to do? Where do you go? Would they enjoy the company and change of scenery or would they storm off? Do you or them take charge with the planning or do you have similar interests and compromise? (Relates to number 9, in a way). ⏱ 49. You have to rename them after anybody you know in real life, what do you think would suit them? Would it make sense in their world/ location/ time period? 💭 50. When asked 'truth or dare?' what do they pick? Have they got something to hide or are they just really courageous and unpredictable? Are they genuinely honest and love to share or are they simply scared of acting inappropriately? Do you relate to their answer and reasoning? 💡 51. At what moment were you the proudest of your character? ☺️ 52. Is your character your current tumblr icon or background on any of your blogs, main or side? 💻 53. Your character meets the one character you associate with each of your friends, does it go well? Who are they meeting? Do any of them get along? Do any of the interactions shadow that of you and that particular friend compared to their character and yours? ☕️ 54. Can you think of any specific plot point or character storyline that would have been drastically influenced if your character did not exist in that franchise? In what way? Does their existence impact the bigger picture to the point of the canon or future estimated ending being completely different? 💥 55. It's a Saturday and they've invited you to theirs to watch a film or two for the evening with a takeaway, what is their movie and menu of choice, (specific or in general), and would you have chosen differently? Who falls asleep first and who, after seeing 3 films is eager to play another? Or are you both messes? 🍕 56. You have to swap favourite characters with a friend for the day? Who do you trust with this one and which character out of all of the options would you rather spend the day with? 😟 57. With your current set of cooking skills you have to make a meal for your character, this is your one chance of impressing them, what do you make and how does it go? If it goes wrong are they angry or do they have an alternate solution? 🍴 58. Does their fashion sense play a large part in their overall character, does it represent them, personality, uniform, etc, what is your favourite part about it and how long could you pull off wearing what they wear for, if at all? What would they comment about how you dress? 👔 59. Does any particular song, album or artist remind you of this character? 🎧 60. A bit weird, but considering you can't sense it through a screen or the pages of a book, what do you think they smell like? 🍉 61. If they had tumblr what would they blog about? What would their url be? Would they be aesthetic or are they meme trash? ...Would they follow you and your current content? 🐸 62. Would you rather kill them or could you not bring yourself to do it and they would kill you? 🔪 63. What do they dream about? 🦄 64. You take the reigns for a bit, write an episode/ chapter, etc, and whatever you say about the character becomes canon- what do you do with that power? 👀 65. If they were an animal what would they be and why? 🦋 66. What is their place of living like? Do they keep it tidy/ what's in it, etc? Is this canon or do you have any any theories about what their apartment or similar area might look like/ be organised? 🏠 67. What annoys your character the most? Pet peeves and the like. Traits and actions- Lying, feet on furniture, cluttered space, disloyalty, etc...in the same way, what do they value the most in a person? 😒 68. What is the difference between you and your characters last known/ current age- go to that number question if possible- it might be unknown or they could be immortal so estimate how old they look in mortal terms or how you imagine them to- and list another one of your favourites that you haven't been answering this for and answer that question alone on their behalf instead. 🔢 69. What about them/ which of their scenes makes you laugh? What makes you smile contently? What makes you frown? What makes you role your eyes? And finally what makes you want to give them a good shake? 🙃 70. Everyone's a critic- name something genuinely problematic and unnecessary about your character. 👎🏼 71. Do they have a pet/ if they did what would it be and along what lines would they call it/ would they not like one? 🐾 72. What's their idea of an ideal weekend? 🌤 74. What's their most valuable skill/ power? If it's something of significance in the plot do they ever use it to save/ harm anybody? 🥇 74. If they started a band, what would their role be, what would it be called and which other characters would be in it? 🎸 75. If they acted arguably unforgivably against another character in the franchise that you love, would you defend them when faced with other fans or at least let it slide? Or would you loose a significant amount of respect, enough to degrade them so they weren't your favourite anymore? 😨 76. Okay it's the majority vs the few scenario, save the world at the cost of a life- Would you choose to save every character that you have ever loved from all of the franchises that you follow if it meant sacrificing this all time favourite character to an irreversible fate? 💀 77. If you asked them 'What is the worst then best thing that has ever happened to you?', what would they tell you? 😬 78. On a scale of won't-walk-on-cracked-pavement to the-worlds-supposed-to-end-this-year-I-gotta-pack, exactly how superstitious are they? ☄️ 79. Name another favourite character of yours that is the polar opposite to this ultimate fave and in what way is that so? 🎭 80. What revelation shocked you the most about them, if any? Or what scene they were a part of did you find the most surprising and intense? 😱 81. What rules do they live by? Do they seem to have a sort of moral code? If they go by their own set of rules that dramatically conflict most people's or none at all has this ever caused them to clash with anyone or caused issues in any way? How strongly do they believe in this set of morals? 🚫 82. Are they 'the chosen one'? Or even a main character? 👑 83. They can time travel- either theoretically or in canon- and have no limitations on this ability: they can go back in time and influence their past- what do they change, how and why? Is it for their own sake or somebody else's? 🌀 84. Picture your character in your head...just imagine them a little bit...there we go: What expression is on their face? What are they wearing? What are the doing? What mood are they in? this is how you view them the most prominently...wow no... 🤠 85. Are they religious in any way? 🕍 86. How's their poker face? 😐 87. How do they pose in a photo if they have to be in it? Are they happy about it? Or are they the one taking it? 📸 88. Gimme one interesting fact about them that most people don't know, something random or obscure briefly referenced in some decade old short story or a long lost webisode? If you can't think of one... make it up and sell it. Make me believe it- not many people will be able to tell either way 🙊 89. Do they prefer sweet or savoury foods? 🍰 90. How did/ would they/ do they do in school, are they top of the class? Popular? Shy? Intelligent? Weird? Quirky? Bullied? Are they the bully? Do they have a stereotypical highschool sweetheart, are they in any clubs? Do they often get detention? ⚽️ 91. What is your character unapologetically confident about? When do they get passionate and excited? Where do they feel welcomed and comfortable? How do they express this? 🔭 92. If your character was a part of Disney, if they're not already, who would they be and why? ⭐️ 93. You want to get somebody to become interested in the characters franchise? How do you go about selling it and is this character your main selling point? 🗣 94. Tell me about them on Christmas Day? Where are the planning to go? Who are they with? What are they wearing? What do they eat? What do they get and how do they react? Are they excited? Do they help cook or decorate? How are they with the weather? Did they put the star/ angel on the top of the tree? How do they kick back on Christmas night? What do they do on Christmas Eve in anticipation? Do they work through the holiday? What are some personal traditions for this character this time of the year? Do they sing along to all of the songs? 🎄 95. Write a quick and catchy summary of your character for their dating profile 😏 96. Your character is an undercover spy: what do they choose to call themselves as a code name 🕵🏼‍♀️ 97. What common stereotype, if any, does your character fit? 💋 98. If your character was a sim what kind of stupid situation would they get themselves into a daily basis? If they are a sim up until this point I'm calling u out 😂 99. A zombie apocalypse breaks out, or an alien invasion or some kind of sudden, doomsday scenario- what is their instinct? Who do they call? Where do they run? What do they pack? Where do they hide? Or do they stay and fight for their home? What side of them is shown in this time of desperation? What methods do they use to stay calm? Or are they the first to loose it? Do we see some true colours coming to the surface? Bravery? Selfishness? Rebellion? Protectiveness? 🔦 100. Have they influenced your life in any direct way? For example, influencing your opinion on something, anything they've said making you think, what they represent having meaning to you, something about them helping you or guiding you in any way ...💝

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Link being know for his courage isn't too keen on ghosts and the paranormal... Zelda takes him with to research some haunted ruins and he gets a bit freaked... Kind of a role reversal?

this sounds fun as heck. I’m terrified of the paranormal too so I can relate to this 100%. Set post-calamity:

“Link, do you believe in ghosts? Like, are you scared of them?”

It was nearing midnight. Link and Zelda had finally made it to the ruins of Deya Village; the trip had taken them longer than expected, but Zelda was adamant about not turning around now. The ruins sat in a valley near Lake Hylia, and had been flooded following the Great Calamity. It was obviously one of the first points-of-contact for the Guardians that left Hyrule Castle in an attempt to destroy everything; and here, at least, they had succeeded. The flood plains were littered with bits of houses barely standing, wells that had filled and flooded over. The occasional Wizzrobe still made this their home, but Link had never had much trouble taking care of them. 

Link glanced sideways at Zelda; as they stopped at the edge of the water, she looked at him curiously. In his time adventuring, he hadn’t seen any traditional ghosts, but he also never spent any time in ruins overnight or... for very long, period. There usually wasn’t much in them besides the left-behinds of those who had died or fled a century ago, and there was something depressing about rummaging through their things just for the chance at some rupees. He also felt... specifically unwelcome in any ruins, but he figured it was just his own guilt that was bugging him.

“I mean... I saw the spirits of the other Champions,” he thought aloud, “but never an actual, uh, ghost or demons or anything. Are you scared of ghosts?” he asked, clearly avoiding the second question she’d had for him.

“I’m sure there are ghosts here,” Zelda replied simply, a sentiment that caught Link by surprise. She stared out at the ruins, looking confident.

“Especially here, in Deya... they probably thought they would be safe from across the water, but... Ganon’s forces clearly had no trouble getting here,” she sighed, looking increasingly sad. “So many peaceful, innocent people and children were killed in the villages surrounding the castle. There’s no way their spirits are resting easy.”

Link understood that Zelda was feeling guilt and remorse at what had happened to many of the villages surrounding Central Hyrule, but the talk about ghosts had raised goosebumps on his skin and made him a little touchier than usual. Something about a spirit that you can’t see or interact with, a lost soul with nowhere to go... was truly frightening to him.

“Are you okay?” Zelda was looking at him with a curious smile. “Come on, sleepyhead. Let’s go.”

Tentatively, Link followed her as she headed out towards the ruins in the center of the wetland.

“I always liked ghost stories as a kid,” Zelda mused, her voice the only sound interrupting the occasional frog or cricket. “My caretakers would read them to me sometimes and I’d always ask for scarier ones, but they were worried I wouldn’t sleep,” she laughed. “My favourite was one with a poltergeist, do you know what that one is, Link? It’s -”

“Yeah cool,” Link interrupted her, nervously scratching the back of his neck as the princess stopped, turned, and looked at him suspiciously.

“You are scared of ghosts,” she accused him, and the knight didn’t met her eyes, staring instead off to the distance. “You should have told me earlier, I wouldn’t have brought you out to Deya!”

“As if I’d let you come to these freaky ruins all alone,” Link argued.

“You don’t have to keep following me like you used to!” 

Zelda regretted her words the moment they came out. Link looked stung, and he stared at her steadily.

“I’m sorry, Link, I... I’m glad you came with me, of course I am. I’m just worried about you, I feel bad that I dragged you out to somewhere that might scare you. I’m not used to you having any real fears,” Zelda admitted, walking back to him and gently holding his hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

The knight let his shoulders relax then, sighing as he squeezed her hand back.

“Me neither. It’s alright. Let’s just finish your report and go back home,” he suggested, watching the moon reflect in her eyes as it came out from behind a cloud. Hardly a moment later, a shriek pierced the air. The shriek had been so loud compared to an otherwise quiet night, and all of a sudden the sounds of faraway sobbing and screaming filled the air. Fear of ghosts or not, both Link and Zelda were scared still, and Link held her shoulders tight and close to her as the cacophony of haunting cries and yells continued. It lasted maybe twenty seconds, but it felt like an eternity before it faded away, along with the moonlight as the clouds passed over once more.

Lights they hadn’t seen before in the ruins seemed to go out all at once, and planks of old wood and rubble fell from the air as if they had been dancing. 

“W-wizzrobes,” Zelda stammered, and Link gave her a really? sort of expression; he’d fought them before and they had never done anything as ridiculous as that. All at once, the knight believed in ghosts - and despite Zelda’s protests, held her hand tight and dragged her straight back out of the ruins.

“Link, please, I really need to get this done-”

“We’ll come back in the daytime,” he assured her as they boarded their horses on the hilltop over looking the ruins. “I’m never coming back here at night. And you’re sure as hell not coming back here alone. I mean look at it, it’s-”

As the two of them glanced over their shoulders at Deya village, each of them gasped - the ruins, the flood waters, were gone. A town stood in its place, bustling and busy with a nighttime festival. Lanterns flew, children laughed, and the smell of cooked meat and spices wafted up on the breeze. They cast each other shocked glances, but when they looked again, the illusion was gone.

Link felt shivers rise from his ankles all the way up his body. The two of them made it back to Hateno in record time.