#then no one can help u anyway. u will have feathers in your mouth forever and you will have to make peace with that

[quarterqueens]

if i'm being so real i kind of thought the darkfic post wouldn't circulate if i put these on it ljfghfgh but if you guys are interested in additional vintage darkfic:

something like triumph: lawlight necro with a side of matsulight. this fic is honestly a really lovely character study. it is also the first necrofic on the now-defunct kink meme, so kudos to the author for taking the first plunge.

love, i'd never hurt you: light fucks L's severed head in the yellowbox warehouse. i don't know what to say. that's what this is about. the characterization here is genuinely really good, especially but not exclusively regarding matsuda and light.

[gyuluster]

one last present | (f)

“Soobin gifts you something unusual, but oddly perfect.”

oneshot | established relationship! au | 1.7k words

s u m m a r y : soobin has one last birthday present to spoil you with, and you certainly did not expect it.

w a r n i n g s : literally just fluff, so much fluff, soobin is best boyfriend, a little nerd information about animal disease but nothing too grim, a little kiss at the end ):

a u t h o r ‘ s  n o t e : hello hi this sounds all over the place but idc because it’s @soobmint birthday and this is tailored very much to her liking anyway happy birthday chae i love u so much <3

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“I’M NOT ACCEPTING ANOTHER PRESENT FROM YOU.”

The said boy furrowed his brows, bottom lip jutting out slightly at your words. Despite the image being extremely adorable, you refused to submit.

Choi Soobin had spoiled you enough.

“But, ____,” he began, getting up from the sofa the both of you were cozily settled upon. A few of the opened presents fell on the carpeted floor from his lap, and, letting out a noise, he instantly dropped to his knees, picking up the objects.

“No buts!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms. “You’ve gifted me half the shopping mall! You can’t expect me to accept more!”

The pout was more prominent with every word of refusal. “Honey,” he murmured, and the endearment had your heart skipping a beat. He propped the fallen presents atop the coffee table before you, standing up straighter once again. “I like buying you gifts. I mean, It’s your birthday after all.”

Indeed it was so. Of course you knew, but your boyfriend made sure that you never forgot — the excitement which radiated from him these past few weeks almost became unbearable, knowing he was planning all these lavish outings and presents, but you could not help but go along with his wishful preparation. His pure, unadulterated joy at wanting to make your birthday as special as possible truly touched your heart.

“And plus, after this one, there are no more.” 

When you answered him with a raised brow, quite unconvinced, he raised his fist into the air, a little finger erecting. “Pinky promise.”

“Pinky promise, huh?” You could not help a small smile escaping. “That serious?”

Nodding, he hovered the finger closer to you. “This present will be your absolute favourite.”

Looping your own pinky with his, he helped you off the sofa, making sure you didn’t drop any of the gifts around you. Then, wrapping the rest of his fingers around your hand, he led you out of his living room.

Taking a long journey into the hallways, you both turned to the kitchen, a vast marble sensation of countertops and island bars, courtesy of his parents’ wealth. Catching sight of the wall-length, transparent doors, Soobin held out his free hand, careful to be quiet as he opened the doors into the nature beyond.

The Choi’s garden was another world entirely — perhaps bigger than his house, a fine collection of all the fruit trees, bushes and flowers, scattered upon the lush grass, freshly trimmed this morning. You closed the door after you stepped into the cool evening air, the sun on its way to descent below the horizon.

“Where is this present, Soobin?” you asked him, curious as to why he steered you outside. He only answered with a knowing smile, converse quiet against the grass, hand on yours unwavering.

Your confusion only grew as, swiping past the trail of gran old oaks and birches, you ended up upon the small pond right at the end of your boyfriend’s garden. It shimmered with the golden light of the dying sun, a few crickets resonating around its edges. The little reservoir was your favourite place inside his domain, a lilting peace always exuding from the calm waters, lapping against the slight bank. 

However, as your eyes wandered, there was a new addition, settled beside the pond. “What is this?” you wondered out loud, gazing over the small, wooden structure, slightly bigger than a sandcastle. Its detail was incredibly intricate, a tall arc carved out in the front, a moving creature fidgeting at the edge. The roof was slanted, like that of a miniature cabin, and your previous interest had only heightened, tugging on the sleeve of Soobin’s white shirt.

“Stay here,” he said, letting go of your hand for a moment. Carefully stepping along the edges of the pond, he kneeled next to the wooden construction, leaning in as his hands slid inside the open doorway. You crept a step closer, craning your head forward to catch a glimpse, but when you saw your boyfriend murmuring sweet nothings to the unknown inside, you stopped.

That was when he brought his hands out, now very much occupied. 

A gasp escaped you at what was revealed.

Two small ducklings snuggled in the folds of Soobin’s hand, making soft quacking noises as his finger stroked each of their heads softly. Your face morphed into one of infinite tenderness as a smile curled instantly upon his lips at the reaction.

Slowly, as not to disturb the animals, he walked over to you, eyes never leaving their faded yellow coats. Only when he stepped before you he looked up, sharing some of his elation within your gaze.

“My last present,” he declared. Hovering his full hands closer to you, he added, “Here.”

You did not dare answer him, holding your hands out as, ever so gently, Soobin dipped the ducklings into your care. Their webbed feet clung onto your palms as they curled against you, welcoming your warmth. Your nerves had to be thanked for that, rising with each caress of their feathers against your skin. 

Your eyes lifted to the boy before you.

He was not wrong at all — this really was your favourite present. “How…” you got out, but of course he knew, of course he knew that you had wanted these creatures for so long. 

It wasn’t exactly a secret that you wanted ducks — it was certainly a bizarre first pet to have, but you always found these types of birds adorable. Whenever you and Soobin would walk through the parks in your city, you would rush to the waterworks within nature, and stare at the families of ducks for hours on end. Sometimes, the poor boy had to haul you out of the forests, but he always found his heart turning in on itself whenever he stole a glimpse of your excited smile.

So when he ended up in the animal shelter one day, weeks before tonight, in search of these animals, he saw these two baby ducklings, and instantly made sure to whisk them away within his pond, hiding them and their little cabin from your curious footsteps. 

Until this day. When now, they nearly slept with the gentle stillness you kept them in.

He could see it in your eyes. You were already in love with them.

“What…” you gulped, thumbs caressing their tiny heads. “What did you name them?”

Soobin’s hand crept up to his neck, scratching awkwardly. “You better not laugh.”

You narrowed your brows. “Why?”

He pointed at the left duckling. “So this one is Aristotle,” he began, awaiting your teasing, “And this one—” pointing to the right, “—is called Plato.”

There was a long silence before you burst into soft laughter. 

“Hey!” he exclaimed, locking his hands behind his back. “I told you not to laugh.”

“I’m sorry, baby!” you gasped out, grinning. “I didn’t realise one semester of Greek Philosophy could change you this way.”

“Stop!” he whined, stepping closer as he observed the slumbering ducklings. “I don’t know, I just really liked the ring of it, okay?”

“Awww, don’t worry, Soobs,” you reassured him, nudging his leg with your foot. “I like the names.”

It was his turn to give you the unconvinced raise of his brows. “I’d bring out my pinkie, but my hands are a bit occupied.”

Satisfied, he nodded, watching you tend to your living gift with your fingers. “There’s something a little wrong with them, ____.”

Smile fading, you glanced up at him. “What do you mean?”

He crossed his arms. “The lady at the shelter mentioned some time of...preen malfunction?” 

You knew exactly he was inferring to. “Malfunctioning preen glands?” Your fingers brushed against the base of the ducklings’ tails, feeling an odd texture around their feathers. “I researched this while I was looking for ducks as pets. It means that their feathers don’t dry properly, which can be really dangerous for them.”

“Oh my God,” he muttered. “I should have looked into it further!” He groaned, swiping away his hair from his line of sight. “How am I going to take care of them properly?”

Your stare upon him seemed to calm him down. “Soobin, it’s okay.” Gingerly, you patted their backs. “I know how to treat this.”

“I’m sorry for putting this responsibility on you, honey,” he mumbled, taking one final step to you before planting his hands on your shoulders. “I wanted you to have some ducklings, but seeing these sick ones just...it did something within me.

“I felt like I had to get them somewhere safe, ____. And the only safe haven I could think of was you.”

Your eyes widened, his touch all the more prevalent. Soobin noticed, cocking his head. “What are you looking at me like that for?” 

His hands crept up, sliding from your neck to hold your face in his slender fingers. “Do you not realise that I associate you with all the good things in the world?”

You swallowed a lump in your throat, refusing to let the sting of tears win over you. “There’s a reason I presented you with the ducklings, honey. If you’re so good to me, then little Plato and Aristotle will forever be loved.”

Oh, God. How could you fight the waterworks after that?

Raising upwards, you closed your eyes as you captured Soobin’s lips, insides singing at how he welcomed the touch. His fingertips stroked your cheeks as he leaned further into the kiss, moving against your mouth like a lovestruck fool, yearning for you and everything you represented. 

As the sun fully descended, you opened up slightly for him, the boy clinging onto your bottom lip till a soft moan escaped you, causing him to lose nearly all of his senses. He might have gone further, may have teased his tongue along the swell of your mouth, but he held back. 

If it weren’t for the creatures nestled in your hands, he would have dared, but he pulled back, breathing a little panted as his thumb caressed the apple of your cheeks. 

“Happy Birthday, ____,” he whispered, eyes swirling with lifelong affection.

“I love you, Soobin,” you replied, lips curving upwards.

Then you looked down at the slumbering ducklings, smile growing.

And I love you two, too.

[dothwrites]

spn15 spec, destiel, post 15.18, mcd?? sort of???

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And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. You will always be my friend.--Antoine de-Saint Exupery, The Little Prince

---

Castiel opens his eyes in nothingness. 

It’s not dark, though the air which presses around him is thick onyx. There is neither gravity nor weightlessness here. Castiel exists but he does so in a void so barren that he doubts his own mind. He opens his mouth to call out, but no sound escapes. 

Castiel exists in ignorance for one, glorious moment. Then the weight of memory crushes into him. His chest buckles underneath the pressure. He tries to scream, but the vast emptiness swallows the sound. 

---

“Cas, we can fight this!” 

Dean, his Righteous Man, Dean, the shining beacon, his friend...The first real friend he’d ever made. Dean is ready to fight. Dean would fight God, has indeed fought God. But he can’t fight this. 

The door shudders in its frame. Blow after blow rains down on the weakening wood. Already, the wood is splintering under the assault. The thin strip of light at the bottom of the door disappears underneath a sea of writhing black. The Empty is here. It wants what it was promised.  

“Dean,” he says. He intends to say much more--It’s too late, let me go, thank you--but his voice cracks on the single syllable of Dean’s name. 

He wants to stay. God help him, but he wants to stay. 

“No, dammit Cas! You don’t get to give up! We can fight this thing, we can keep running, we can...” Dean’s voice trails off into nothing as he looks wildly around the small room. 

Though he might protest, Castiel knows that Dean is a man bailing out a sinking ship. In his heart, Dean knows the battle is already lost. But he’s still defiant, still clinging to the faintest shred of hope.

Castiel loves him for that. 

“You fought for the whole world.” Castiel’s voice is weak and pale against the ear-shattering thunder of the Empty’s attempts to break into the room. 

“Cas, no--” 

“But you can’t fight for me.” 

The words shatter something vital in him. Castiel gasps as the agony shreds through him. He thought there would be more time. He thought that happiness was an ideal that no one could ever reach. He thought there would be time, he doesn’t want to go, he wants to stay--

“Cas, I can’t...Not again, I can’t lose you again, please don’t go--” 

Black seeps into the room, slender tendrils snaking across the room towards where they stand. Castiel feels every second ticking away. He’s lived for millennia, seen worlds and empires rise and fall, felt the passing of centuries like nothing more than a passing breeze. Millions of years, and now, when it means everything, he has no time. 

Castiel cups Dean’s cheek with one shaking hand. If this is it, then he doesn’t want to leave with any regrets. “Dean,” he croaks. That word has become his compass, his prayer, the star to which he hitched his wagon. 

“I’m so sorry. I don’t want to leave you. If I had a choice, i would stay. I would stay with you through every sunrise and sunset, through every moment, the mundane and extraordinary alike.” Castiel’s voice catches in his throat as the door finally shatters and darkness pours into the room. 

“You’ve taught me everything, Dean, and I...I’m so grateful that I got to know you. Without you...” 

Castiel can’t continue. He’s immeasurably grateful for all he’s experienced with Dean, but he’s always been greedy. He wants more. He wants to see Dean’s hair continue to silver until it’s soft and grey. He wants to go fishing with Dean and discover the peace inherent in the activity. He wants to watch Jack grow into his own and Sam start a family. He wants, with a fierceness that takes his breath away. 

Darkness curls around his ankle and winds its way up his calf. 

Dean shakes his head. Tears well in his eyes but refuse to spill over, though his lower lip shakes. “Please,” he asks, tilting his head into Castiel’s palm. “I can’t...how am I supposed to do this without you?” 

Castiel starts to respond, but his voice is cut off by the swift, hard press of Dean’s lips into his. His heart jolts and gutters in his chest before it picks up again, beating so hard he thinks it might escape through the confines of his ribs. 

“I love you.” 

The words tumble out of Castiel’s mouth, the same as they did years ago when he was rotting from in the inside out. The same frantic need consumes him now as it did then, when every beat of his heart dragged him closer to the edge of oblivion, when seconds were more precious than gold, when he was so close to losing everything--

Dean sobs. He clutches the lapels of Castiel’s coat and kisses him, teeth bruising behind his lips.

Castiel’s whole lower body is engulfed in darkness so complete that it feels as though it’s ceased to exist. His whimper is lost in Dean’s mouth. 

“No,” Dean gasps, pulling away. Castiel already knows the cause of Dean’s denial. He can feel it, creeping up his chest and shoulders, slithering down to his arms. He remembers how it was to be devoured, remembers the noxious black ooze of the Leviathan crawling through him, but this is worse, is so much worse, because now he knows what Dean’s lips taste like, now he knows everything he has to lose--

“Cas, I love you,” Dean tells him, though his words echo strangely. The Empty crawls up his throat. Castiel chokes on it, but he doesn’t dare to blink. He can’t lose a second of this, of Dean’s face, horrified and tear-stricken though it is. 

Seconds tick away like centuries, Dean’s face in front of him. Castiel can’t hear what he’s saying, but he can see the words shaped on his lips. 

I’ll find you, I promise, I’m coming for you, Cas, Cas, I love--

And then. 

Empty. 

---

With the image of Dean’s face in his mind, Castiel screams. 

There is no sound in the Empty, but he screams anyway. His agony and loss pour out of him, his grief and fear. Everything that he’s lost, Dean--

Castiel screams until his voice cracks and breaks, until his throat is shredded and raw, until he tastes blood in the back of his throat. 

Hollow, he slumps to the side, curling into himself. His one consolation was that he would at least be asleep for the rest of eternity. He wouldn’t have to live with the weight of everything he’d lost. Now, even that slender comfort has been ripped from him. For the rest of time, he’ll have to exist with the memory of Dean’s glassy eyes, with the sound of Dean’s choked voice echoing through his skull, with the phantom ache of Dean’s lips against his. Castiel shudders, sobs ripping out of his throat. 

“Jesus. So much for helping.” 

Castiel blinks. The sound of another voice is foreign in this void where nothing should exist. He rolls over, looking up at the sardonic face staring down at him. 

“Ruby,” he rasps, then remembers himself. 

That’s not Ruby. 

“Go away,” he mutters. He wraps his arms around his legs, pressing his forehead to his knees. There’s no point in having pride here, not when time is meaningless and every second is a torture. The Empty already knows his secrets, though why it chose Ruby’s form to torment him is a mystery. 

“Look feathers, you were the one who screwed the pooch on this whole ‘fixing eternity’ thing. So I think I’m going to stick around for a bit.” 

“There’s no point,” Castiel says miserably. “You got what you wanted. I’m here. I’m suffering. What more could you possibly want from me?”

“Were you dropped on your halo? I told you what I wanted the last time you were here. I want out, you moron. I told you to find a way out, and you wound up here, which is kind of the opposite of what I asked.” 

Castiel blinks slowly, lifting his forehead from his knees. “Ruby?” he asks. 

Ruby rolls her eyes and sighs for dramatic effect. “Yeah, dumbo. You know, I’ve only been trying to tell you that since the beginning.” 

“I can’t trust that.” Castiel remembers all too well the last time he was here, the jolt of pleasure at seeing Meg once more only to realize that the Empty was aping her appearance to hurt him. “The Empty, it takes on your visage, your memories--”

“Yeah, you’re just going to have to trust me on this.” Ruby’s eyes flash black. “You know, as much as you can.” 

“I’d pay attention to her, Clarence. If you don’t, then she’ll probably kick your ass.” 

Castiel knows that voice. He whirls around. Meg’s face greets him, a tiny smirk twisting her lips upward. “Meg,” he whispers, an odd combination of grief and happiness twisting in his chest. 

“The one and only,” she assures him. 

A small shred of doubt clings at the back of Castiel’s mind, but he has to trust in something right now. Even if it’s two dead demons. 

“Castiel. So lovely to see you again. Though I can’t say that I agree with the company you’re keeping these days.” 

Make that three dead demons. 

“Crowley,” Castiel breathes. 

The demon looks exactly the same as he did  the day he died. His suit is pristine, down to the pocket square. He looks at Meg and Ruby with disdain before he turns that expression on Castiel. “I suppose you’re doing your biannual visit to this dump? Feel like taking any passengers out with you when you make your escape this time?” 

“I’m not...I made a deal,” Castiel whispers. He made a deal to save his son and he’ll never regret that, not for a second, but then he thinks of Dean’s face. “I’m not leaving.” 

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so negative, Cassie. You do have a way of wriggling out of the tightest of places.” 

Mingled guilt and joy sear through Castiel as he turns around. Balthazar’s familiar face looks at him. Balthazar raises an eyebrow. “No hug?” he asks. 

“I don’t understand,” Castiel breathes. Surrounded by ghosts from his past, he feels weak. “None of you should be awake. That’s the whole point of this place. All of us, asleep, forever.” 

“That’s the way it should be, but you have a habit of wrecking the natural order.” Castiel winces at Anna’s cool voice. Though there’s no real judgement in her voice, there’s also no real warmth. “It’s been changing here, ever since your last visit.” 

“I woke it up.” 

“And because you woke it up, we all started to awake as well.” Hannah’s calm voice joins their small group, though it’s growing steadily larger. “All of us, demons and angels, started awaking. At first, it was just for moments, but lately, it’s been distracted. More of us have been able to stay awake for longer. Eventually we started finding each other.” 

“That’s my boy,” Meg says, unmistakable fondness in her voice. “Shaking up the natural order, wrecking the whole of the afterlife.” 

Castiel’s eyes dart between all of them, former enemies, allies, and friends. “Is this all of you?” 

“Were you not listening? Did they not just tell you that we’ve all been waking up, at least a little bit?” 

Gabriel pops into existence next to Castiel. Despite himself, Castiel jerks back in surprise. 

“So, what’s it going to be, Cas? Are you going to just pop out of here like always?” Crowley brings Castiel’s brain back to the present. 

When he made his deal, he made it with full awareness that there was no coming back. He accepted that burden because he knew it was the only way he could save Jack. 

But that was before he felt Dean’s lips against his, before he heard the words fall from Dean’s mouth. I love you. 

When he made the deal, he had never heard those words directed at him. When he made the deal, he had nothing to fight for. 

Now he does.

He made a choice long ago. You don’t have to be ruled by Fate. You can choose freedom. 

Castiel looks at all of them, demons and angels alike, and makes a choice. 

“We’ve got work to do.” 

[chaiscentedcandle]

Like You (George Weasley x fem!reader)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: George Weasley

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/n can’t find anybody else like George

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: none

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: lil angsty, cursing, mentions of food, gets happy towards the end!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,461

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: this is inspired by my all time freaking favorite Doja Catsong, Streets, omg I love it, I also had a different idea for this song but as I was writing it just took a turn so I might write another one but it’ll be different, but anyways if you guys haven’t listened to Streets you should omgggg but you don’t have too!! Anyways I hope you guys like it!💗💗 I ONLY USED KATIE BELL AS DRAMA NO KATIE BELL SLANDER🤚🏼

Like you, like you

Like you, ooh

I found it hard to find someone like you

To say Y/n love life was sad was kinda far behind it, sure he’s dated boys in the past before, but the feelings never stayed. She dated boys and not men because back then her judgement never got the best of her. She did feel bad that after only a few weeks of dating she questioned her feelings, they’d gone so soon but why?

Like you, like you

Send your location come through

I can’t sleep no more

In my head we belong

Y/n always felt like she was doing something wrong when she broke up with them, it wasn’t their fault she lost feelings she just....did. Dating is hard, it’s very hard and no one will tell you that, all these other people make it look easy and fun but it’s just the exact opposite.

And I can’t be without you

Why can’t I find no one like you?

I can’t sleep no more

In my head we belong

Maybe dating was hard because your soul knew the person your with is not the person you want to be with. Maybe it’s hard because deep down you know you won’t have a future with said person and it feels like waisted time. Maybe datings hard because the person you want to be with is with someone else.

These thoughts plagued Y/n and George at night. In each other’s head they belonged together.

And I can’t be without you

Why can’t I find no one like you?

Baby, we tried to fight it

We all been there some days

Sometimes it’s not just hard for one party, sometimes it’s hard for the other party as well. Because George has been in love with Y/n for as long as he could remember, his best friend, and it didn’t feel weird to be in love with her, he tried to push his feelings down, so far down that he couldn’t feel them, yet the feelings are too strong.

Thought I need something else

And acted like I was okay

We just had to work it out

And baby, I needed space

George thought maybe if he dated someone else things would be okay instead of acting like it was okay. He needed to work things out, he gave himself space from Y/n which not only left her confused but Fred as well, he tells everything to Fred so why is he distancing himself from her?.

So when he started dating Katie Bell, it didn’t feel right. Something in his gut told him it wasn’t right and he shouldn’t be doing it, but how could he tell his best friend he’s in love with her? She probably wasn’t even in love with him, he wasn’t even Katie’s first choice.

Ain't nobody 'round here wrong

You love all yours so far away

You're pouring your heart out

I'm acting like I knew

George and Katie’s relationship didn’t last long, he refused to kiss her and only wanted to hold her hand, anytime she’d try to find way to kiss him he’d make a silly excuse to slip away. After a few months they finally split, he couldn’t deny how he felt towards Y/n anymore, he’s been denying it too long.

Late at night he would create scenarios where he poured his heart out to Y/n and she acted like she knew already, his words were moving and he didn’t stumble over his words and they’d share a fiery kiss. Every night he wished something like that would happen.

You held me so down

So down I never grew, oh

I tried to find out

When none of them came through

Before George could confess his feelings for Y/n she also dated someone for a span of months, Adrian Pucey. Adrian Pucey was well known around the school, being on the Slytherin quidditch team had its perks, but Y/n never knew why he was well known for it, other people had been on the quidditch team.

Adrian Pucey put Y/n in a corner when he asked her to be his girlfriend in front of everyone at the great hall, Y/n was speechless for a moment, of course it had to be in front of everyone, if she said no she’d be seen as a heartless bitch. Y/n convinced herself that maybe since George had dated someone else she should too.

Their relationship lasted shorter then George and Katie’s. Adrian had no idea what to do with a relationship nor how to treat a women, he was cold and mean to Y/n, he always backed her into a corner and called her names when she didn’t agree with him, so in a flurry of emotions she broke up with him in front of a decent sized group of people. She felt like he had held her down, she’s a delicate flower who’s trying to blossom into a beautiful hibiscus but Adrian was a slug who was holding her down from growing.

And now I'm stuck in the middle

And baby had to pull me out, oh

Like you, like you

Like you, ooh

George was beyond aggravated when Adrian had asked Y/n out, his Y/n, Fred tried to talk to him later that day in the common room. “Y/n is her own person and can date whoever she wants” Fred told him, “yeah, but it’s angering too see her with some prat as Adrian Pucey”. Ron had butted into the conversation to joke and say that the twins roles had been reversed and one was acting like the other, alas he was told to shut up.

Before Y/n had broken up with Adrian he tried to figure out all the things wrong Adrian was doing, he could’ve made a bullet point list of a few pages from the things he picked up on. He brought them all to Y/n’s attention, she didn’t deny them because, well, she already knew. She had no idea why she was with him. She was more than grateful that George had helped pull her out from the middle.

I found it hard to find someone like you

Like you, like you

Send your location, come through (Yeah)

Damn papa, you a rare breed, no comparing

Now that they are both single George thought it would be a great time to tell Y/n how he feels, but it’s harder done than said. Anytime he’d find a lull in a conversation or comfortable silence he could feel his heart wanting to tell her, wearing to tell her but his mouth just wouldn’t move and his brain just wouldn’t function.

Y/n also wanted to tell George how she felt for so long but could never come to either, whenever they’d be apart from each other she’d have other students or friends come find her then tell her George was looking for her, he’s always looking for her. Y/n thought most of the guys at Hogwarts were just like Adrian, but when she left Adrian she realized there was many guys way different then Adrian, like George, he wasn’t like anyone she’s really seen and it took her this long to realize how rare he is.

And it's motherfuckin' scary

Tryna keep him 'cause I found him

Let a hoe know, I ain't motherfuckin' sharing

I could take you to the parents, then to Paris

Rumors began to spread that Katie was wanting George back, people said she was very sulky and quiet. Her friends said all she brought up was George and how annoying it was getting. “She spends most of her time talking about George, she’s had a few nights where all she talked about was him, it’s quite annoying actually” recalled one of her friends.

This made Y/n jealous. She tried to not get jealous but George had said he was done with Katie. Her mother always told her jealousy is bad medicine. Y/n couldn’t help the way she felt, she knows not to surprise feelings so she embraced it instead, she was jealous and she had a right to be. She waited this long, she didn’t want to share.

You the type I wanna marry (Yeah) and keep you merry

I'll put the ring on when you ready

We play our fantasies out in real life ways and

Y/n’s friend group who consisted of George, Fred, Lee, and Angelina had been talking about the situation in the Gryffindor common room, Y/n was slumped in a arm chair with her arms and legs crossed. She wasn’t pleased to hear the situation again, the students at Hogwarts grabbed onto any drama like a leech. “Are you okay, Y/n?” Angelina asked her, giving a glance to her then to the fire “I’m fine” she mumbled

No Final Fantasy, can we end these games though?

You give me energy, make me feel lightweight

Like the birds of a feather, baby

We real life made for each other

The drama started to disperse, people started to find other things to talk about. Y/n finally felt like she could breathe and she didn’t have to hear someone mumbling about Katie and George. Of course it couldn’t last forever, at lunch everyone chatted about something in the Great Hall. Katie and her friends sat more towards the front of the table while Y/n and her friends sat more towards the middle, Y/n noticed how Katie couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering. Soon Fred picked up on what was happening.

“Oi! George! Looks like a certain someone can’t take her eyes off you” as soon as it passed Fred’s lips, Y/n had tightly gripped a piece of bread she had been eating, crunching sound from the crust and crumps falling to her plate. George nudged her “are you alright?” He asked,Y/n didn’t even look up “I’m fine, do I not look fine?” She snapped. George hadn’t said another word.

Y/n felt like she was stuck in a game she’s meant to lose. To her luck, Katie came wondering over to their part of the table, you could tell she was nervous and she was playing with her fingers. She stopped in front of George “u-uhm, George?” She said quietly, almost to quiet. George looked up from his plate, meeting her eyes “yes?” He said confused. Katie played with her fingers more “i....I just wanted to say that, uhm....I miss you, quite a bit actually” she tucked her hair behind her ear and casted her gaze to the floor “and I was wondering if we could possibly....try again?” George was speechless, and shocked, sure Katie is a nice girl but she’s not his, not when his flower is sitting next to him, clearly seething. However, George didn’t want to embarrass her by saying no, he didn’t want to embarrass her like that. “Uhm...I’ll-I’ll think about it” Katie gave a silent “okay!” With a smile and walked back to her spot, a slight skip in her step.

This only aggravated Y/n more, why couldn’t George be the one to give her so much energy from just a single glance that made her head spin, why wouldn’t he make Y/n feel weightless. Why couldn’t they be birds of a feather?, maybe thinking they were made for each other didn’t really mean they were.

And it's hard to keep my cool

When other bitches tryna get with my dude and

When other chickens tryna get in my coop

'Cause you're a one in a million

There ain’t no man like you

Y/n didn’t want to cause a scene but it didn’t take a fool to notice how affected she was by what Katie had done, especially George’s response. Grabbing her bag, she stood up from her seat hastily and speed walked out of the Great Hall. Her cold and hard stare could send shivers down your spine, she looked like she was ready to exploded any second.

Maybe it was just her head telling her that George was hers, they hadn’t really talked about it for that matter. George had watched her leave the Great Hall, he kept his eyes in the direction she left still, his lips pressed into a fine line, his brain was running around with what he should do. He didn’t move until Hermione said something “well, what are you doing? Go after her!” He didn’t give it a second thought and was out the door.

It wasn’t long before George found Y/n at a spot over looking the Great Lake. Her elbow rested on a ledge with her chin in her hand, she looked a little more calm. George stood next to her, Y/n glanced at him then back to the lake. “What’s wrong?” George said, Y/n gave him another quick glance before she spoke “I thought you said you were done with Katie Bell” she had nothing against Katie, not really, she was just jealous. “I am” George said, Y/n rolled her eyes “didn’t look like it” she replied. Y/n didn’t want to hear it anymore, she turned on her heel to leave but only making a few steps before George grabbed her arms and turned her towards him “I don’t love her!” George said defensively “why are you so jealous anyways?” Y/n scoffed, she wasn’t going to admit she was jealous “I’m not jealous” she mumbled “yes, you are! Why are you jealous?” He repeated “because you’re one in a million! There’s no man like you! I want you for myself” Y/n spoke before she could think.

Like you, like you

Like you, ooh

I found it hard to find someone like you

Like you, like you

Y/n and George couldn’t believe what she had said, George often doubted himself but to hear that from someone he loves. It was refreshing. “I don’t love her” George said again “I love you” the tension was so thick you could cut it with a butcher knife. One was waiting for the other to do something. Y/n’s hands had been shaking a little, George was playing with his pointer finger and staring at his shoes, it was so unreal to them that they both were dumb enough to not see they both fancied each other.

Slowly Y/n took a few steps forward, she wrapped her arms around George’s neck and pulled him in. He buried his face in her neck “it was hard to find someone like you, and I don’t want to let you go” Y/n whispered “I don’t want to let you go either” George added. They both pulled away to look at each other, looking each other in the eyes to find something. George placed a soft kiss on Y/n’s forehead then placed his on hers. Finally they got to have each other.

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I think a lot about being hawks childhood friend and him falling In love with you but after he moves aways and becomes a hero you forget about him. Then he meets you again after he became a spy. Everytime he tries to interact and talk to you, you keep calling him "hawks" and he just want to tell you he is "keigo" but he won't because he knows how dangerous it is for him to be in your life. 😭 Is this angsty enough

This took so long and it feels like shit, oh well.

Please listen to ‘Everything I wanted’ by Billie Eilish, it’s kinda of the inspiration (besides the request)

Here’s the angst to all the Hawk whores, including @sparkncharge

(Also I’ve changed the backstory of Hawks and his job, as well as Stain, so just go with the flow)

Warning(s): angst

Angel - Takami Keigo x (fem)Reader

‘I had a dreamI got everything I wanted’

You hair was different now, it had changed in your own unique way. You wore different clothes too, but it still looked good on you. You also seemed to be more mature, politely talking to the man behind the counter as you ordered your pizza. But your smile was still the same; beautiful and simple yet was able to claw at his heart. Takami gripped the edge of the table, feeling all the emotions rush back into him, his heart buckling over.

Takami softly sniffled, looking down at his bloodied knees, the wind pinching it slightly. He had been trying to practice flying, but the winds suddenly changed, and he lost control, landing on a road a few streets away from his. As he sat on the edge of a walkway, his small wings shook along with his legs, now noticing the few grazes on his palms.

“Are you ok?” a small voice asked him, snapping his head up to the small girl that stood in front of him.

Through his teary eyes he could see your small face peering at him in curiosity and concern, your mouth in a small ‘o’ as you titled your head at him, taking him in. You had never seen such a quirk, and you thought his wings were magnificent, just like out of a fairy tale. He was like an angel. You held a small emergency kit behind you, fiddling with the handle as you waited for the boy to respond.

“I-I fell” he sniffled out softly, wiping his nose with the back of his hands.

“Oh no, that must hurt! But don’t worry, why? Because I am here!” you giggled softly, pumping one of your fists into the air, smiling down at him as you played out All Might.

Takami’s eyes sparkled, a small smile lifting onto his face at your impression. After multiple nights of watching All Might save countless of lives, he would never fail to cheer along with him. After seeing his smile, you got on your knees, tending to his injuries. Your father had taught you how to bandage wounds. It stung, but the view of your h/c hair littered with clips and your sweet smile distracted Takami, now his mouth in a small ‘o’.

“Hawks?” he heard, your voice snapping him out of his day dream as you stood before his empty table, holding your receipt for the pizza in your hand.

His wings fluttered softly at his hero name, his spine feeling the same tingles as it did all those years ago. God knows what would happen to him once you said his real name.

But you never did.

“I’m such a huge fan of yours!”

Realization kicked him in the guts. Of course, you didn’t recognize him. He shouldn’t have expected it, considering your ‘incident’. You had lost some of your memories, and that included the ones with Keigo. He vaguely remembered getting the call from your mother from the hospital right before he started his secret ‘internship’ with Stain. Besides, he had changed too; his old side parted blond hair now swooped back and messy, his baby fat gone and even his wings turned darker from maturing. But he couldn’t help feeling how deep his heart sank, his food now seeming unappetizing as his heart filled his stomach.

“I know you might be obligated to take a photo with a fan of yours, but actually I would rather talk to you. Would you mind if I sat here? I need to wait for my order anyways” you asked, pointing to the seat in front of him.

His wings went stiff as your request, accidentally hitting the table besides you, making you jump softly and giggle at him. He completely broke down his character at a few of your words, but your laugh was still the same and it made his stomach twist all the same too.

“U-Uh, sure” he smiled, motioning to the seat before tucking his wings back, chewing his lip softly.

“You were amazing the day other, just flying in and saving everyone from the burning building. You saved so many lives!” you exclaimed, the adrenaline of meeting your favourite Pro-hero rushing through your veins as you kept talking about his cases.

Currently, Takami was working a vigilante with Stain in secret. Their new mission was to infiltrate the system of heroes by disguising themselves as one and climbing up the ranks. Takami just entered the scene 6 months ago, but he worked his way up fast, surprising everyone.

Keigo zoned out as you went on about his work, focusing on your face instead. He couldn’t see it properly before, but now he it was everything he remembered. You took his breath away, as if he was flying on cloud nine. If only he was the same to you.

‘I had a dream

I got everything I wanted

But when I wake up, I see

You with me’

Keigo woke up with a soft prickling sensation that came from the base of his wings and spine. He peeked open his eyes as he remained on lying on his stomach on the makeshift bed, watching as you touched his feathers. The morning sunshine trickled in through the cracks of the pillow fort that you both had made in your backyard, highlighting the wisps of your hair and your soft cheeks. Takami had never let people touch his wings, he felt too sensitive, but how you did it soothed him. You hadn’t noticed that he had woke up, and he didn’t want you to, wanting to forever live in this moment. He kept one eye shut, while his other eye peeked at your beauty. He had never seen such an angel in his life, wanting to burn your image in his mind. He had never felt this way, it was strange, but he wanted to feel like this forever.

“Your wings are so cool, Keigo.”

“Hawks?”

He blinked his eyes slowly, wiping a few tears from his eyes, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by you. You always noticed the smallest things.

“Are you okay? You seem to be crying” you said, the same curious and concerned face peeking right at him. Flashbacks of your first encounters running through his mind.

Takami chuckled, “Sorry, it’s just that it’s touching when people notice my work. But shh, don’t tell anyone, it’ll ruin my cool boy persona.”

This was the first time he had ever lied to you, and his tongue stung from it. He felt like he drank poison as he looked at your unconvinced face. He was never able to lie to you, that’s why he never did. But you let it be, not wanting to pester a stranger.

“It was so fun talking to you, you’re someone I look up to. I wish I could talk more, but I have to go to my friend, it’s her birthday and I had to get the pizza for the party”, she smiled sincerely, resting her hands on her lap.

He felt his heart sink even further, the tips of his wings now touching the cool marble of the floor. He wanted to tell you everything; your pillow forts, the adventures you both had, how much you both troubled the stores in the neighborhood, how you used to touch his wings, how you were his first friend, and how you were his first and only love.

 Hiccups shook his body as he tried his best to control his breathing, his wings quivering around him as he sat on your porch, his body going cold. He softly jumped from your sudden touch on his wings, but the quivering stopped just as quickly when you softly stroked his feathers, the way he liked it. The warm touch of your fingers trailing down his feathers and lining the edges of his wings sent a comforting chill down his spine that only you were ever able to conjure. You had noticed a few uneven spots in his wings, your brows furrowing in thought, wondering what happened.

“What happened, Keigo?” you asked, looking at him with a smile that made him want to forget everything bad.

“They hurt me on my first day. T-they called me ‘Chicken little’, a-and plucked a few feathers of mine. Their touch was so different from yours, it hurt so much. Why did they do that, y/n?” he asked, his bird eyes now looking at, streaks of tears painted his cheeks as he looked lost in the world of life.

‘And you say, “As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you

Don’t wanna lie here, but you can learn to

If I could change the way that you see yourself

You wouldn’t wonder why here, they don’t deserve you”’

 But now you weren’t here for him anymore. Maybe as a fan, but not as someone who loved him, not as someone who could touch his feathers in the blissful way that you did. As much as he wanted to tell you everything, he knew he couldn’t. His life was too dangerous for you, and he would rather be de-winged than to put you in harm’s way. His heart was always yours, but never to keep.

You got up, and slung your backpack over your shoulders. He wanted to hold your hand and keep you there, in his life, in the warm embrace of his wings, in his heart without any pain. But life was like that, and he couldn’t stop it.

‘I tried to screamBut my head was underwater’

“Have a good day, Hawks” you smiled, Hawks immediately getting up from his seat, bowing his head in respect. His heart beating against his chest, trying to escape and stay in your arms. The thuds were all he could hear as his body heated up slightly, frustration and sadness poking his brain and choking up his throat.

“You too, my fangirl” he said soflty, in hopes that he would see your smile and hear your giggle for the last time.

He succeeded, his wings fluttering softly as you chuckled. Everything felt too quick as walked away from his table, your footsteps seeming too quick, as if you were trying to escape. His eyes followed your back, remembering how your hugs were always the best, your arms perfectly fitting around his body, knowing how to lace around his wings as he used to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck, the scent of your hair refreshing him.

Your retreating back stilled for a second, turning around as you looked at him with your angelic face. The face he saw so many times, in tears, in laughter, in confusion, in embarrassment and in love. He could never get it out of his head. He got hopeful, as if you could read his mind, and that you possible remembered everything. That you both could go back to your old life, no memory loss and no vigilante life. Just a life full of love and happiness. 

His wings quivered softly, anticipating your words as his eyes bore into yours, time now slowing down as you approached your last words to him.

“Your wings are so cool, Hawks.”

[sick-raven]

Ghosts of the Present - Chapter 6

Chapter 1 + warnings

AO3

Previous chapter

Chapter 6

Nygma’s plan was amazing, simply superb! He created a set of traps not even the biggest geniuses could solve! Sharp spikes, electric fences, guns, that all wrapped neatly behind puzzles and riddles. Not even the greatest detective will get to him!

Great victory for the Riddler! He could celebrate now, but he decided to keep it for later. He will dance to mock the Batman! He will show all of them his superiority! Jump on his grave! Livestream it to all homes, to the whole world! He could almost taste the victory. The Riddler, man who took down the Bat!

“Nygma!”

Edward turned around, shocked.

“W-What?”

Dark shadow was approaching him, held him at gunpoint.

How!? Impossible! Nobody was supposed to get here!

He yelped as Banshee held the gun to his neck and pinned him to the wall. There was blood all over her face, not hers. She was muddy, bleeding, shirt on left arm torn, clean cut under the tear. She had maniacal look in her eyes.

“B-Banshee, you shouldn’t be here,” he stuttered.

“I had a baaaad day, Nygma, you better talk,” she hissed. “Where is the League?”

“I-I don’t know, I wasn’t told!”

She painfully pushed the gun more to him. He chocked.

“I really…”

“You are the genius; you better start using your brain!”

“Agh! Killer Croc knows sewers u-under Narrows! They wouldn’t ask for his help anywhere else!”

“That’s still miles to search.”

“I can’t give you more, Banshee, I don’t know, I swear!” he wheezed.

She clenched her teeth angry and took away the gun. Edward stumbled, holding his neck. The fear left him as fast as Banshee let him go, instead anger caught him. She ridiculed him in front of his mental audience!

“You bitch, you will pay for this!”

“Shut your trap, Nygma, your puzzles are stupid.”

***

They caught up with her at toyshop. Bad for them – her arsenal was there, hidden properly in the backroom. Miranda got out with just a few bruises. She was considering her options.

How to get out of the city fast and unseen?

Where should she go so the League won’t find her?

Now they knew she was alive, will she ever be safe?

Two guns, some bullets. A dagger, a sword. And five sound mines. She was horribly underprepared for anything. Running is the best option.

Hunted forever.

“No,” she whispered. “No, it’s not worth it.”

Khulan will never stop the hunt. Master was the most headstrong person in existence. Failure wasn’t an option and Miranda being alive was evidence of Khulan’s mistake. She will want to erase Miranda under any circumstances.

Master must die.

So must Jonathan.

Now in the sewers she started to doubt her decision. Whatever she was going to do, results were the same. Miranda will die here. If she doesn’t drown in shit, she will get killed by the League, or eaten by the Croc, or her body will just give up after long torture.

She carried on anyways. Stank of sewers was horrible. Narrows were the worst part of the city, so she imagined even the sewers will hold this prime. A ghetto, full of drug dealers, addicts, poor people, everyone in one big pile of misfortune and dirt, couldn’t have nice sewage. And at the top of that all, like the king of the hill – Arkham Asylum.

Whatever curse left Arkham, it rooted in Narrows, making it worse every day. Miranda kept away from Narrows unless work called her here. Not that she was a coward; she just considered it stupid to walk into shark’s mouth willy-nilly.

Or Croc’s mouth.

After what felt like forever she reached an enclave with something looking like a nest, and smelling like rotting butcher’s shop. Pieces of furniture, newspapers, feathers, that all almost neatly built into bedding. Miranda coughed, the source of the smell was pile of rotting bodies in the corner. Ha, not a butcher’s shop, but the butcher.

“Croc!” she shouted. “Where are you?”

Is that your plan?

Do you have better one, reason? I’m listening.

…

I thought so.

She walked at the end of the tunnel. No signs of giant crocodile. He might be anywhere in this maze. So might be the League. Fucking hell, Europe would be beautiful this time of year. She would visit vineyards in France and then Germany. She’s heard that Bavaria is great. Sun, meadows, booze, no stink or dark places. She’d drink whole day, she would sing and get to know new people. This time she would find someone who isn’t paranoid. Someone normal. If anyone normal would have her.

Disruption of the water caught her attention.

Second later a monster leaped from the depths, maw ready to gnaw Miranda alive.

Miranda jumped out of the way. Croc hit the wall and stayed visible out of water. Yellow fish eyes staring right at her. He growled. Miranda had to convince every nerve in her body to not start shooting.

“Waylon Jones,” she said and kept her distance as Croc drew nearer to her. “I’m sorry to disturb you. I am looking for the League.”

“What’s in it for you, fresh meat?” he grumbled.

Woah, a compliment! What a gentleman! Maybe she could date cannibal crocodiles!

Focus!

“I’m looking for Scarecrow.”

“Of course you are.”

Miranda contemplated her surroundings. Croc has been trying to corner her slowly. So far she always slipped to side tunnel, but this dance cannot go on forever. Act, Miranda!

“I want to kill him. Do you wanna tell me where he is?”

Croc had no interest at all. Drool dropped from his mouth.

“And the League too. Imagine the amounts of meat when I am done with them!”

“Mmm,” agreed Croc eyeing her.

Yeah, no…

“Tell me where they are, or I will blow your fucking brain out!”

“I won’t.”

He jumped her again grunting loudly. Miranda stumbled on wet bricks, took out the gun and shot at that bloody, monstrous face. Croc screamed and fell into the water.

“The bigger they are…”

He disappeared.

“Fuck!”

Miranda looked around dark muddy water. Where is he? Did he swim away? Is he waiting?

Carefully and slowly she moved. What now? What were here options other than being a lunch?

Lunch?

Gun still ready she made her way back to the nest. There was one clue she needed to investigate. The rotting bodies kept there were in different stages of decay. Bright vests of sewer workers were drenched in blood and moved as worms ate the meat. Next corpse was police officer – wait, no. The uniform of the freshest corpse has visible A on it. Miranda looked closer. Arkham guard.

Arkham? Could the League operate under the asylum? Jonathan once told her the building had very deep foundation, reaching into a cave system hidden under the city. Rumours were that the founders of the asylum went little crazy themselves and used the underground for a lot of weird things.

Splash! Water behind her rose in wave and Croc grabbed her by shoulders. Miranda ducked and slipped away, Crocs claws cut her. She yelped, ignored the bleeding and shot at him again. Croc laughed as if the bullets were just annoying flies.

“You are trespassing, meat!”

Miranda gasped for breath and ran. One lady ninja is faster than one giant crocodile, right?

Waves following her spoke different.

“Fuck!”

Ladder! She jumped on it and started climbing.

Giant hand caught her leg.

“No!” Miranda slipped, stopped her fall by hanging by the elbow. Screaming. Croc was pulling hard, claws deep in her meat. He will tear her leg off!

In last effort, she activated the mine and threw it. Croc screamed in shock. In the tunnel the sound echoed of the walls. He let go off her leg. Miranda climbed out, the noise followed and then it end abruptly as Croc destroyed the bell.

Street! Fresh air! Miranda stumbled out, on the verge of fainting. Run! Hide! She got to the closest dark alley, blood oozing from her leg. Fuck! Way to alert whole League, Miranda! Banshee, but this time, you will be the one dying! Stupid bitch! Couldn’t you make your weapons any louder?

She tore off her sleeve and patched the leg. That stopped the worst bleeding. Miranda sat by the wall fighting the pain. Her body burnt, her leg pulsated… And you want to face the League like this? You are insane!

She couldn’t stay at one place for long. Moaning, she got up, limping through the street. Her wound made her an easy target, but sword on her back stopped anyone from bothering her.

Somehow, she made it to the asylum. No assassin was waiting at the gates of the area. There were three buildings connected to each other, all in typical Gotham style. Dark, broody, only thing missing was rain, evil lightning, and Adams family.

No wonder Jonathan liked to work here. It was perfect environment. Fear inducing. Patients had to hate it.

Fuck Jonathan, he can die!

Miranda climbed the fence, not sure where she wants to go. The property was silent, eerie in cold air. What now? Will you just walk and demand they let you underground? Elevator ride to hell!

Calm down. Take it one step at the time.

Step one – find a guard.

Step two – make them take you down.

Step three – don’t die.

Miranda limped to the entrance. No way she can hide herself effectively like this. For a while maybe. Not properly.

Behind the glass in the office sat a guard. She was well built dark lady and she looked at Miranda intensely. The closer Miranda got, the worse feeling she had. Right at the glass she understood why.

The look was empty. Pupils dilated. The guard was drugged.

“Hi,” tried Miranda.

Nothing.

“I am from the League, understand?” she continued.

“Yes,” agreed the woman.

“Take me to… my leader.”

Guard smiled and opened the caged door with a buzz. Miranda amazed by the situation followed. “Wait,” she realized. “Do you have something for pain?”

Ten minutes later they were in the elevator and Miranda could finally stand at least bit straight. She couldn’t believe her luck, but she didn’t celebrate just yet. Drugged guard was evidence of the League being here. Down, down, down we go to the belly of the beast!

The light of the elevator buttons showed the last floor – basement, but the elevator kept going. Miranda swallowed, throat stiff. The lower they went, the more terrified she got.

The door opened.

Any fight Miranda had, left her. She sighed and leaned her back on the elevator wall.

“Welcome, Miss Bradbury,” said the Demon’s head. “I’ve been expecting you.”

***

“Sit down.”

In silence she did what the Demon’s head ordered. Ra’s sat across her. They walked here through foundations of the asylum. Long pillars and cat walks brought them to this cave that was already turned to sort of living quarters. League members were breaking a wall at the far end in perfect rhythm as if they all attended a music seminar.

They didn’t even bother taking her weapons That’s what she was for them. Useless. Safe. This broken tool won’t hurt anyone. Definitely not the Demon’s head.

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” he started.

“Hardly.”

“Master Khulan agreed your hunt with me, you can say I know you better than yourself.”

Miranda rubbed her eyes. “And?”

“I wanted to see the legend herself. You survived the survival’s curse and avoided us for a decade. I must say, I am disappointed with your approach.”

“I didn’t come here to impress.”

“Why did you come?”

“To kill Khulan.”

Rhythmical beating of hammers and pickaxes echoed through the cave. Ra’s looked their way from time to time in anticipation. This closely he looked like friendly uncle. Miranda smirked under that idea. Friendly uncle ready to destroy your soul.

“Curious, isn’t it, what is one person ready to sacrifice for their goals,” Ra’s said eyes pinned on the wall. “You came here ready to die just so you reach peace.”

“And you?”

“That’s it, isn’t it? Why did I come here?”

“To destroy the city.”

Ra’s smiled. “If only life was this simple.” He turned back to her and she realized he is… old. The wrinkles around his eyes got deep, the whites were ugly yellow colour, his lips pale and cheeks lost his shape. Ra’s al Ghul was dying.

“I will let you fight Khulan. Under her own rules.”

Next chapter

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혼자야 - forever rain 🌫

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a/n: jaehyungparkian but written with no intention of making it gay HAHAHAHA i really love their relationship +++ I WAS IN SUCH A BIG WRITING RUT so this was birthed ¡¡¡ originally a reject of my youngk series (when you love someone) LOL

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Just as the clouds shrouding the city in mist had so subtly predicted, it had began to rain, and it had began to rain mercilessly.

The raindrops fell from the clouds, plummeting towards Younghyun's bangs at a lightning pace as if the seemingly harmless, rolls of white and grey had finally reached its breaking point and decided to offload their anger on the public.

Gradually, with each droplet gathering into one big puddle, and escalating into a waterfall, he could see the drops draping precariously on the rough tips of his brush shaped bangs, as if he was wearing beads on the tips of his hair.

Younghyun sighed as a song he held dearly to his heart, the song that spoke for their hustling generation, Forever Rain started to play, perfectly in sync with the now, unlike him. He had sighed a lot of times today, but that was most probably, his expression to life most of the time.

His songs, too, were sighs of his own. Younghyun's self written songs were never a voice of his own-they were simply a insignificant puff of hot steam, emanating tiredly into the air like a ball of wispy feathers only to disappear into thin air two seconds.

This song on his phone too, was a sigh.

A beautiful sigh.

Just like you

If I could

Just knock on somewhere

If I could kiss

The whole world so hard

Would someone welcome me

Maybe embrace my weary body

His pretty, gradually angled eyes looked up to the sky with the gaze of a baby lamb-innocent and demure. The world seemed to stop for him as he saw the beautiful teardrops of the sky pour down, knocking furiously onto his shoulder and asking for an invitation to come in.

The clouds were of white, grey, and dark grey hues, all layered vaguely together in a gently fierce gradient as their feelings oozed out onto the lamp posts, from the tips of Younghyun's raven locks to the edges of his tailor made black shoes, skimming to the depths of the drain.

The sky when it cried was so beautiful, and so unjudgemental to whoever it poured out its feelings to.

However, beneath the curtain of his clustered, jet black hair hid Younghyun's gentle sigh-in the knowledge that he'd never be able to do the same with his group members.

Still, for the first time since he had come to the thriving, fast paced city of Seoul, Younghyun felt raw, enveloping love drip through every vein in his blood as he stood upright amidst the care of the rain, and listened silently.

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"Younghyun! What the heck, why are you standing like that there? You're a soaking mess, get over here!"

Revelling in the quiet of the rain caressing his ears gently and quickly, Younghyun hadn't noticed anything amidst his little zone of peace until his ears opened before his eyes did. Standing across the road was a tall figure with a striking, red umbrella domed over his even more striking blonde bangs.

"Wait, I'm sorry, I just-" Younghyun struggled to gather his words, scrambled across the road like the rain puddles as he broke from his standing position, with rising fear of disappointing his friend in his chest.

"You don't have to apologise. I know you've always liked the rain, you told me that." Jae laughed in his low, boyish voice before placing a hand on Younghyun, who had finally came back to reality and started to approach his friend. Knowing very well that it wasn't the reason for him standing there, the younger boy couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt surface to his forehead as he nodded slowly.

As both of them walked to the venue with a sudden, yet somehow not so awkward silence hanging around them, Younghyun knew, with an uneasy feeling in his heart-that someone that took to socialising like a duck to water, would never understand the pleasure of having something as insignificant as the rain to accompany them.

"H-Hyung?"

"Yes?"

"Have you ever felt lonely before?"

The squeaky sound of Jae's rubber soles ceased with his question, and they stopped walking, in sync with the previous calmness that had soothed Younghyun.

Filling the awkward silence was the pattering of raindrops, crashing louder on the field of ridges in the pavement but a little softer on their umbrella.

Suddenly, the rain didn't seem so comforting after all.

"Lots of times." Jae suddenly spoke to break the silence, with an unreadable, blank expression on his face. Not being able to see a smile spread across his dashing, clear cut features felt very foreign to the younger boy, and seeing Jae feeling lonely, felt just as foreign to him.

Surprise was evident on Younghyun's face as he susceptibly raised an eyebrow.

"You're joking." he said disbelievingly.

Jae shook his head quietly. "No, I'm not."

He looked to the floor with an unusual maturity emanating from his gaze, and paused for a bit before speaking again.

"Just because I have a lot of friends doesn't mean I don't feel alone."

Instinctively and unconsciously, Younghyun's lips parted ever so slightly, gaze transfixed sharply onto the sad sliver of light skating across the curves in Jae's small, miniscule pupils.

He never really saw Jae this sad over something as small as being alone. Over being away from home, sure-over occasional fights with members, sure-but never, the hollowness of not having someone by your side.

Then, an uncheerful-maybe even condescending, maybe even bitter laugh slipped through the gaps of Jae's loosely clenched teeth.

"Ah, Younghyun, I really, really can relate to All Alone more than you think I can." he said, tone a lot more gentle than before before continuing, "It's funny, isn't it? When you have so many people surrounding you but it makes you more lonely than you were before."

Slowly recalling the sting of past incidents, Younghyun found himself nodding as he replied, "Yeah. It really just feels like...just feels like..."

"No one really cares."

The same words had come out from the mouth of two seemingly different people.

Then, with a brief exchange of glances, Younghyun started to giggle with an understanding, almost happy feeling in the crease of his eyes, and in turn, causing Jae to giggle back.

They both stood stupidly in the crowd, in the prominent presence of the storm clashing behind them-laughing, laughing and laughing, before reality hit their smiles like a brick and put a halt on their silly fit.

"H-Hey, Younghyun-or should I say, Brian-" Jae teased, with the corner of his smirk digging a small dimple at the side of his lips and earning a slap from Younghyun- "whenever you feel lonely, talk to me, yeah? We can be lonely together."

Casually, he hung a lazy arm around Younghyun's shoulder, eliciting an endearing, hearty laugh from the younger boy.

In turn, Jae's smirk softened to a smile.

"I'm totally cringing at myself for saying this, but-I'm always there for you."

Feeling the warmth amidst the cold weather beneath the laces and crosses of Jae's soft, red jumper, Younghyun's heart blossomed a small spark of warmth himself-a warmth he had never felt upon arriving in Seoul.

"I'm always there for you too, chicken-hyung." he smirked, masking his gratitude well and subsequently, arousing a strong reaction from Jae. "Hey, excuse you, since when were you-hahahahaha-allowed to-HAHAHAHAHA-tickle me?!"

In the rain, as two children played, beneath his squeals of laughter Younghyun thought inwardly-that if this was really the after effects of the rain, he wanted it to rain forever.

THE END

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forgive me for how absurdly cliché this story is, this is just a warm up LOL i was having writers block after church camp but ughhh i learnt sm and grew sm spiritually <333 my life has honestly changed forever and isjdjsjsjdjs im so SOOOOO thankful rnnn hhh

anywaY like this was originally supposed to follow up w my current youngk series but i didnt really write it w my emotions so i was largely unsatisfied ://// so it was an unfinished reject sitting in my notes for a while and i really never intended to publish it HAHAHAHA until i realised i hadnt wrote in ages and then liKe i felt so so empty nd i felt like i had forgot how to immerse myself properly whenever i tried to start a chapter so all of them came out really fake and it was like a 8 year old composition quality work LOL but anyway even tho im not that happy w this either i needed smth to write (without having to think up an opening LOL IM WORST AT STARTING A STORY) to help me grasp my emotions better again <33 so i started today at "H-Hyung" HAHAHAHHAAHA obvi it has to be about my 2 day6 biases uwuwuwuwuwu

IF YALL CLDNT TELL BTW THe sCOPE OF THIS STORY WAS LARGELY INSPIRED BY MY MANS KIM NAMJOON UWUWUWU stream mono guys he deserves it :3333 alt this mixtape has been getting a lot of hypE BUT hehehe idk ilh and forever rain especially :)

also i apologise if yall are getting sick of seeing so much day6 on this blog lol as u can see i have been SO SO hooked onto their music and knowing more about them so ;------; i will write whilst i have the most inspiration to do so !!

thanks for sticking by my shitty posting times rip :"""" this is also to revive the blog because l and i r on vacay watch it slowly die for the next few days iM SORRY :(

from your favourite chicken and briyani enthusiast ^3^

(WILL BE EDITED SOON)

[mellowsobri]

Intrigue

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Could u do a Draco x hufflepuff!reader were all of his friends are hating on the reader but when they meet her she’s really nice and they love her?

Word count: 1,500+

masterlist

(a lil different from the original request, but not by much. not rly edited)

Despite what they said about her or even to her face, she still had the same smile on her face.

At first Draco was simply doing it because it amused him, but now he just mocked her because she was too damn happy. He had said something about her blood status, her house, hell he even told her one day that her hair looked like a nest, but not once had she cracked. Well, sure, she made some snide remarks back to him, but she hadn't ever lost her temper like Potter or Granger ever did.

“Come on, Draco!” Pansy cried. “You're not going to crack her. She’s been smiling that creepy cheshire smile since first year!” He looked at her for a moment, her features crinkling up in annoyance. He noticed that compared to Parkinson’s features, (Name) had a delicate face that looked as if it were carefully crafted with porcelain.

“Whatever, Parkinson. I’ll get her to crack. No one could be that happy.”

“Yeah but... Why do you care so much?” Blaise, who had been absent of the conversation until now, commented. Draco felt the stares pointed at him, all intrigued as to what his response was.

He gulped, narrowing his eyes as to maintain an apathetic reputation. “I don't. I just think it’s entertaining.” And with that, the conversation of the mysterious Hufflepuff ceased.

“You know Hufflepuff is the house that wizards and witches get put into because they lack intelligent, brave, or cunning qualities, right? I mean, loyal? How can an entire bloody house be based on loyalty?” There were a gathering of students outside. It was Hagrid’s first class, and apparently he was supposed to be teaching over Hippogriffs.

“Leave her alone, Malfoy.” Harry Potter glared at the boy with platinum hair who simply returned his glare.

“Oh, it’s quite alright Harry. Just ignore it.”

“It?!” Draco sputtered. Had he just been referred to as an ‘it’?

“Yeah, but―” Harry was cut off by (Name’s) kind gaze. He mumbled a small ‘alright’ before returning with his friends to wait for Hagrid.

Later, (Name) watched as Harry was forced atop ‘Buckbeak’ as Hagrid had named him. The creature spread its’ marvelous wings and flew off, leaving the rest of the class watching in either awe or envy.

When the pair returned, Malfoy was the first to throw a fit. “Don’t think you're so special, Potter!” He spat. “I bet you're just a load of feathers, yeah?” As the blonde boy approached Buckbeak, Hagrid cried out in protest.

“Malfoy!”

When there was only about a few feet between the Hippogriff and the Slytherin boy, the feathered creature retaliated. Buckbeak let out an angered squawk and clawed at Draco, said boy immediately holding his arm out to shield his face. It clawed through his robes, leaving a slash mark in the process.

(Name) covered her scream with her hands. “Oh shi―”

“Hagrid!” It was Hermione Granger. Hagrid nodded, picking Draco up like he was a feather.

When Draco woke up, he was laying in a hospital bed with his injured arm wrapped up. He felt a weight on the side of the bed, his eyes still blurry from his slumber.

“Who―?”

“You're awake.” The girl who had caused his immense irritation was staring back at him. She had changed into casual clothes, yet she still had her damned Hufflepuff colored scarf wrapped around her neck.

“Why are you here?” He had meant to say this in his signature cold tone, but with his grogginess it came out gentle and almost kind.

“Because you got scratched by a Hippogriff.”

He sat up halfway. “I know. But why are you here?” (Name) looked beside her and picked up something that he couldn't see. She raised her arm, extending it to him with a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans in hand.

“Here.” He looked at the item in her possession as if it was poison.

“What?”

“You probably feel like shit,” He almost cringed as the girl who seemed like an innocent ray of sunlight cursed. “so you should eat something sweet. Or awful, you never know with this stuff.” Hesitantly, he took the box from her hands and popped a bean into his mouth. She stifled a laugh as his face twisted up in disgust.

“What was it?”

“Pepper.” She took the box from his hand and ate a bean, her familiar yet infuriating smile coming to her lips.

“Candy floss.” The two sat for a moment before Draco spoke again, shakily.

“Why are you being nice to me?” He held his tongue from spitting out his words. She looked at him, a bit confused.

“Because you got hurt and no one else seemed to want to visit you.”

Ouch. Well she could have worded that differently.

“How long have you been here?” She shrugged and looked out a window.

“I don't know. Maybe an hour or two?” His jaw dropped. She had been sitting on the side of his bed for an hour?

“Anyways,” she said as she stood up. “I guess you're awake now. I’m gonna go, but I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before he could say any more, she walked out of the infirmary, leaving him shocked.

If the events that had happened yesterday hadn't happened, currently Draco would have been showing his cast off like it was gold. He sat at his table, ignoring the people and the food in front of him. He stared off into space until his gaze coincidentally landed on the Hufflepuff table. He watched as the (Hair Color) girl’s face contoured into a wide grin, laughing at something her housemate had said. A pang in his heart made him glare, jealousy overcoming him.

“What are you staring at?” Pansy followed his gaze. “Why are you glaring at her? Don't tell me you've become so obsessed that you have to glare at her all the time. Granted, with a face like hers, it isn't hard to hate it.” She snickered at her own comment.

“Yeah? Take a look at yourself, Parkinson,” he sneered. This caught everyone’s attention.

“Whoa, what the hell is your problem?” Pansy crossed her arms. “You were just making fun of her yesterday.”

He flushed. “I― I just think that she’s getting tired. I’ve been at her forever, it’s getting boring.” This didn't seem to satisfy his friends.

“Maybe she doesn't deserve it...” This caused an uproar, Blaise almost jumping up in surprise and Pansy gaping at him.

"What the― Draco?!" Pansy sputtered, nearly knocking her drink over.

Blaise smirked, calming down and shrugging. "I mean she is pretty hot."

Their words of protest (or suggestive commentary) began to jumble together as they all spoke at once. Draco sighed, standing up and taking his leave. Sometimes his friends gave him an immense headache.

The cast that wrapped around both Draco’s arm and neck wasn't worth the attention. He rubbed the back of his neck and groaned. He couldn't help but feel the weight of the gift that he had received from (Name) bounce in his robe pocket.

“Draco!” He turned his head to see (Name) run to catch up with him, her yellow scarf flying behind her. “Is your arm okay?”

“Uh, yeah... It’s fine, I guess. I think the cast is worse than the actual injury.”

“Well that sucks.” She smiled at him and continued to walk beside him in silence. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” The question seemingly shocked her, as she gaped at him with slightly large eyes.

She stuttered. “H-Huh?”

“I mean do you have memory loss or something?” He didn't want to be direct and say ‘I was mean to you every day’ because he honestly didn't want to hear the answer.

“No...? What do you mean?”

His pale face became red as he avoided eye contact with the girl who had an innocent expression playing on her face. He stayed silent as he couldn't bring himself to remind the girl who had been too kind to him of his mean nature.

“It’s a forgive and forget, Draco.” He gazed at here. Were there really people like this that existed? Because he knew that if someone said some of the stuff that he said to her to his face, he would most likely do whatever he could to get back at him.

“I mean, you don't look like a terrible person. Mentally, I mean. Physically you look kind of hot.” She said it so nonchalantly that he recoiled. His face was already pink, but he was sure it was now a deep shade of red.

He sputtered. “W―Wha―!”

“But I don't know. I guess you just entertained me.” Draco’s jaw was dropped. Partially because he had said the same exact thing about her, but mostly because she was a complete different person than he had assumed. He stared as (Name’s) smile turned into a smug smirk. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and patted it softly.

“I’ll see you later, Draco.” She winked at him before catching up with a group of students in yellow scarves that matched hers, leaving him intentionally wanting more of the girl that intrigued him more than any other.

[shirewalker]

kestrel and arin? omg i don't know if you do them, but i remembered you read the books a while back?? but anyway -> beside a fire + i can't stay away from u

No, I had never written them before >w

It turned into a Band AU jsyk ;)

Rated E ofc

Arin washere. Kestrel felt her lungs collapse at the sight. Of all the people to takethe same road she took… Arin had to be the one.

His silvereyes found hers and she looked away, too fast to not be noticed. She hated him.She wanted him. She didn’t hate him at all. She hated… She hated that he’drefused to join her band, she hated that he’d claim not to sing and then… Andthen when Roshar offered to be his manager, Arin had accepted. And sang.

Like mothdrawn to candle, her eyes flickered to him again. His eyes were still on her.Beautiful, damning.

“Miss?” Thereceptionist handed her a key and she pretended to ignore Arin’s presence, “I’msorry it took so long, with the snow storm our hotel is practically full andour servers are down. Second floor, and please, breakfast is on the house.” Hersmile was practiced, perfected to ruffle angry feathers with free breakfastsand whatnot. Kestrel took the key and fled to her room, dying to put as muchspace between her and Arin as she could.

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“What areyou doing here?” She hissed, pulling her night robe closer to her body. She hadjust left the bath, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders.

Arin stoodby the door, bags in one hand and in the other… a key? He looked at her inutter confusion, his eyes going from her to the door to the key and back toher. “This… is my room, Kestrel.” He uttered slowly.

“Like hellit is! I paid for it!” She stomped her way to him and yanked the key out of hishands. Those hands…

Shakingthose thoughts away, Kestrel inspected the key only to throw it back at himwith a breathed curse, “They gave us the same room!”

Arinswallowed down and turned away, “I’ll go back down and ask for another room…”His voice was flat, devoid of emotion. But Kestrel knew that tone. Flat withArin wasn’t emotionless. It was him covering his hurt.

Her angersizzled away, “No, Arin. You can… you can stay. The bed is large enough for thetwo of us anyway.”

“It’s notrouble.” He insisted.

“Theirsystems are down or glitching, I’m not sure; you won’t get a room any timesoon. You can stay. I don’t… I don’t mind.” She said and turned away, hoping hehadn’t seen the way her cheeks heated up with the idea of sharing a bed withhim.

He noddedand shut the door, “Is… Is the water hot?” He said after a while, pointing ather wet hair.

“Yes. Youcan go.”

Arin tookhis things and locked himself in the bathroom, leaving Kestrel breathless andangry at the universe’s sense of irony. Arin had become her rival in the bandcontest, when all she wanted was to sing and play with him. And then Arin hadbecome the target of her moods after her poor little heart hadn’t been able tohandle his rejection. Foolish Kestrel! Why did she have to go and fall for the Herranisinger? The young man that refused to mingle more than necessary, and yet hadsomehow wormed his way into her heart. Long nights spent playing Bite and Stingwith him, sharing thoughts and opinions, and then it just… happened. One dayshe looked at him across the university lawn and her heart had simply… ran tohis. It didn’t go well though, as Arin was quick to refuse her heartfeltrequest.

“I supposethe staff can afford mixing up keys but they can’t forget the hot water, huh?”Arin said, his joke breaking through her thoughts as he stepped out of thebathroom. A cloud of steam followed him, partially covering his frame for amoment. Kestrel wished it away, and then she wished it back.

He hadn’tgotten dressed, he’d just put on a towel. Damn him, damn him to whichever sortof hell he believed in.

Arin caughther eye and a crooked grin played on his lips, “See something you like?”

Cheeksburning, Kestrel looked away and back at the fireplace, “Shut up and getdressed.”

“Or…?” Histeasing tone took her back to their midnight sessions, when he would tease herabout her droopy eyes and her long yawns. When he would try to get her to slipup and give up her game. When it was just her and Arin and nothing else existedor mattered.

“You’llsleep on the floor.” It was an empty threat and both knew it.

Arin’schuckle lasted only for a moment before it died out and his voice turned roughand serious, “I’m sorry, Kestrel.”

She didn’treply. He sighed. And then she heard his footfalls, approaching, walking toher.

“Kestrel…”He reached for her but then dropped his hand.

“You saidyou didn’t sing. You wouldn’t sing.Public stuff and that. And then…” Her voice shook with anger and heartbreak,“You get your own music act!” She turned to him and saw with wicked pleasurehow her words hit him like a slap, “If you didn’t want to sing with me, youcould have said so. Not lie! I thought… I thought there were no lies betweenus, Arin.”

This timehe did reach for her, catching her face between both hands in a hold that wasso gentle Kestrel almost thought she was dreaming it, “I’m sorry, Kestrel. Ireally am, but… I couldn’t sing with you.”

“Why?”

Arin lookedaway for a moment, fighting with something inside him. Then, “Because… Becauseyour father threatened me at the time.”

“What?” Shehissed, angry flames licking her insides. How dare he? How?! He cut ties withher and still had the nerve to decide who she could... hang with?!

He shookhis head, “It was more of an excuse than anything else, Kestrel. I… I didn’tfight him, I didn’t fight his threat because… If I stayed, if I said yes… Iwouldn’t have become just your band mate. I wouldn’t be able to be just that.”

She shookher head, or tried to, his strong hands still holding her close, “I don’tunderstand…”

“I can’tstay away from you, Kestrel. I wouldn’t have been able to do it if we spentevery moment together for the band.”

A waterysmile played on her lips, “You’re an idiot, Arin…”

He frowned,“What?”

“You saidno because you were afraid of getting involved with me?” She took a bold step,“Afraid of what could happen?”

“I wasafraid of hurting you, Kestrel.”

“How wouldyou have done it? When I too can’t stay away from you!” She made to grab himbut her hands stopped a breath away from his chest as she remembered he had noclothes on. But then, she threw caution to the wind and placed them on hisskin, carefully memorizing the way his deep golden skin felt so right under herpalms. Arin shuddered at her touch, but made no move to stop her. She said, “Whyare you so brilliant with everything but when it comes to us you just run awaylike a scared little kid?”

A sheepishsmile grew on his lips, joining that little blush that darkened his cheeks, “Iguess you throw me off. With your cunning mind and your beautiful self…”

“Arin…” Shebreathed.

“Yes,Kestrel?”

“Kiss me,Arin. Kiss me and I’ll forget how much of an idiot you have been these past fewmonths. Kiss me. Kiss me…” She begged, fingertips grazing his skin and the hardmuscle right underneath. Her body went into a dizzy dance just like that, hersenses dying to drown in Arin. Arin, Arin, Arin. Everything in her whisperedand screamed and rasped his name. She was so drunk in him already, and allthey’d done was gingerly touch each other.

“Kestrel…”His was thick and desperate, her name hanging in the air between them for onebrief moment that seemed to last forever. Forever and ever. Until… Until shefinally felt his lips touch hers.

A breath.

One longand deep breath.

As if she’dbeen drowning until this very moment, as if Arin’s lips, Arin’s air was theonly thing she could really survive on. Arin. Arin. Arin. Oh stars and all ofhis gods help her, this was even better than anything she had ever dreamed of.And it was just one small, chaste kiss.

Her handsmoved on their own accord, first down his torso, feeling every hard muscle ofhis and drawing soft groans out of him. Sweet, sweet sounds Kestrel had neverthought to be so sweet. Then she moved up, palms pressing and fingers searchinguntil her hands locked on his shoulders for a moment. All along, Arin kissedher softly, his lips massaging hers into a slow and tender kiss that seemed tohold so much fire within and yet it refused to ignite. Not yet, it seemed towhisper, not yet. Her hands moved up again and into his thick, dark locks. Sheplayed with those curls, a smile forming on her mouth when Arin sighed intoher. He liked this, she realised, safely storing this knowledge in the depthsof her heart.

And thensomething snapped.

A deep andalmost primal hunger that seemed to grow inside this kiss. Arin rasped her nameinto the kiss and she opened her mouth, welcoming him, welcoming his tongue.With each press of lips and groan and moan, Kestrel felt her world tip. Arinwas leaning into her, arms holding her close, so close, so close. And shepulled him in, careless about such trivial things like gravity and hard floors.It didn’t matter, nothing mattered. Not when Arin was here with her and kissingher and waking up every piece of hers that had been dormant until this verymoment. The kiss was catching fire and it tasted to good.

“Kestrel…”Her name was a hot breath against her cheek as Arin pressed his face to hersand began a blazing trail of kisses down her throat. Down, down, down. Herpulse, her collarbone, her shoulder… Her robe was barely covering her now,having fallen open in the process of their kisses. Kestrel didn’t even thinkabout what it meant, only what it allowed to happen. Arin kissing her, Arintouching her. Arin, Arin, Arin.

“Arin…” Hepressed a kiss right over her heart and she swore it pulsed anew. Like a freshoff the nest little bird, ready for the world, ready to spread its winds andfind home. Home. Arin. “I want… I want you, Arin…” She said, or tried to, hervoice lost in the moment.

Arin pausedhis kisses with a start. His breathing was laboured and surprised when he spokeagain, “Are you… Are you sure?”

She nodded,partially annoyed he’d stopped his kisses. Why? She was dying without them,dying. “I’m sure, Arin. I’ve been for a long time now. I can’t stop thinkingabout you, even when I try to be angry, I can’t. Not really.” She leaned intohim and eased off of her robe. A violent blush coloured his cheeks as he tookin her naked form, “I love you, Arin. I love you…”

His silvereyes, always so beautiful and brilliant, turned to her, “Kestrel…” A silly gringrew on his lips, “I love you too.”

Her eyesclosed for a moment as she savoured those words. “Then kiss me, Arin.”

And he did.He really did.

Happinessbloomed deep in her chest, just like what must rush through a bird’s heart upontheir first flight, and she laughed. Kestrel laughed and smiled and giggled,Arin’s own laughter joining hers between kisses and more kisses. His towel fellaway, by his hand or hers, neither really knew. And then he laid her down bythe fire, on a lush carpet that felt like fluffy clouds under Kestrel.

His eyesshined, happiness and surprise and love bright and alive, and Arin leaned downto nuzzle his nose against her flushed skin. Kestrel laughed, unable to containthe sound as he played with her skin. Nuzzle, kiss, nuzzle, kiss and blow, thatlast one drawing even louder cackles out of her. She couldn’t breathe, thelaughter and the anticipation taking over her. Arin’s mouth moved upwards,slowing down his playful rhythm.

When he wasclose enough, Kestrel caught his face between her hands and pressed theirforeheads together, locking her gaze on his, “You make me so happy, Arin. Sohappy…”

He seemedto hold his breath, surprised with her words, “I could say the same, Kestrel.Little fists…” A smile danced on his lips as he uttered that nickname and shesmiled too. A month into knowing each other she had accidentally decked him.Arin had commented how someone with fists so small could be able to knock himout so well. She’d laughed the whole day through. She almost laughed right now.But then she felt his touch between her thighs and all laughter and rationalthoughts were gone.

Anotherbrush, soft and tender yet making her moan and gasp in reply. Arin whisperedher name as he touched her again and again, his voice strained and in pain, asif he was the one being touched like that, as if it was Kestrel who was drivinghim blind with just her hands. A louder gasp erupted and Kestrel swore shealmost fell apart then. So close, she was so close to coming undone. Heavingchest, blushed cheeks, Kestrel held onto him as if her very life depended onhim. In a way, it did. It did.

“Arin… Oh,Arin… Please…”

“Yes,Kestrel… Yes…” He rasped and eased into her, slowly.

A blissfulsmile grew on her lips as he moved, rolling his hips with that patience he’dbuilt during their games of Bite and Sting. Slow, slow, slow. She moved withhim, hands wrapped around his shoulders, spread over the hard muscles as theytensed and relaxed with his movements. Arin leaned on his forearms, easing intoa better position as he continued moving with her, his hips slow and seductiveand slick against hers. Kestrel had always heard of quickies and whatnot, butshe was certain the reason they were so overrated was because no one had evertasted this. Arin’s slow and clever rhythm. Patient and delicious, each roll ofthe hips perfected to draw the softest and rawest of moans out of her.

Her heartwas so full and beating so fast. Full of love and happiness and Arin. Arin.Arin. How could someone fill someone else’s heart so perfectly? His words, hisbeauty, his mind, his body. His pace picked up ever so slightly and a shudderedgasp escaped both of them.

Aringroaned. “Kestrel… Kestrel…” He whispered her name, over and over again. Voicestrained, eyebrows drawn, Arin was lost in her just as she was lost in him. Solost. But a good lost, a good lost. Because he was home. Home.

Anotherroll of the hips. Just another. Another…

He cursedunder his breath and shuddered as a hard thrust rocked her body and threwKestrel over the edge, together with Arin. Together. His name was a soft cry onher lips, her heart exploding to pieces, so full of love and happiness as itwas. Her body was nothing, Arin had set fire to it with his kisses and histouch and now Kestrel was nothing but an ethereal thing. Bound to the earth onlyby her love for Arin.

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She dancedwith her fingers over his open hand, tracing the lines of his palm back andforth. Arin took in a shaky breath and she giggled, “So sensitive.”

“You’retickling me, Kestrel. I can’t resist that.” He rasped, his voice still a mess.

“Are yougoing to sing with me now?” She asked after a while, looking up from his chest.

Arinsighed, “Do I have a choice?”

She smackedhim, “Of course you do. But I’d very much like it if you said yes.”

“What ofRoshar? And Risha?” He asked, remembering his manager and Kestrel’s vocalist.

Alwaysready for this, Kestrel didn’t even stop to think of her answer, “You knowRoshar won’t mind it one bit, so long he continues to be the manager. And Risha…Risha wants to go to Broadway. She wants to sing in musicals, to be where Verexis.”

Arinchuckled, “You have everything worked out already. Of course you do.”

She hummed,“Yes. I’ve thought about this for a while already. Say yes, Arin. Stay with me.”

“I’ll staywith you no matter what.” He said, his voice softer and stripped of any jokes.

“I’m glad.But I still want to play with you.”

“You don’tgive up, do you?”

“No. Plus,you said my father was the other reason why you refused me. Considering he isout of my life for good and everything we did tonight, I don’t see any reasonwhy we can’t play together.”

“What aboutthe contest?”

“I’m goingto withdraw.”

“And so Ishould do the same?” He offered with a raised eyebrow.

Kestrelpaused, “Well, you don’t have to. But I am withdrawing.”

Arin huffedand passed a hand through his hair, “And so am I, since I only entered thisbecause of you.”

Laughterbloomed out of her, surprised and light, “How come?”

“Youchallenged me. It would be a sign of weakness to not rise to it.” He replied,his tone as a matter of fact.

“I daredyou. And I was angry at the time, I said some stupid things.”

“Oh, so sheadmits!” Arin joked, the sound quickly replaced by a yelp as Kestrel poked him.

“I saystupid things sometimes, I never denied it.”

“Yes, butyou never admitted it either. I have an idea.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Weboth withdraw, let our friends know of it and stay here for the rest of theweekend.”

Her cheeksheated up, “In this room?”

Arinnodded, “In this room. Just us. Making up for lost time. What do you say?”

Kestrel smiled,perhaps the happiest smile she had ever smiled, and nodded, “Sounds perfect tome.”

[letsstayyoungforever-blog1]

If you thought you knew Dodie, then you thought wrong. (or exactly right)

note: everything’s written from her point of view except from the “A few situations” category

« ° B A S I C S ;

name ? Oh, it’s Dodie Grant !

nickname ? Someone called me Goldilocks once.

when’s your birthday ? I was born on the 27th of June, 1999

birth place ? Mum says I was born safe and sounds and that’s all that matters. Although I heard her talk with my auntie about the stain on our car’s backseat once.

age ? 18! Yay...

sexuality ? I like nice people but I want to kiss boys 😊

preferred pronouns ? You can refer to me as a “freshwoman”. Just kidding, you can use she and her

which grade are you in ? My first!

is your current hair colour your natural hair color ? if not, what is your natural hair colour ? It’s always been this blonde! Maybe a little blonder as I grew up from playing in the sun.

eye colour ? Well, I can’t really see them but normally they’re green!

height ? A solid 5 feet.

what are you complimented on most ( physically & persona-wise ) ? That I make people smile and feel young at heart.

do you have any tattoos or piercings ? Oh no, I definitely don’t. Not that there’s anything wrong with them!

if not, would you like one/some ? Okay, no... MAYBE I don’t like them THAT much.

what do you do for fun ? Loads of things! Skipping rope, talking to little babies and kittens, blowing soap bubbles, playing board games, making flower crowns OH- pillow fights! I don’t know, just loads of things!

what’s your preferred clothing style ? Bright colours! And I like clothes that have little doodles or a funny message on them, as well.

left handed or right handed ? Just right.

when free, people will most likely find you … up in a tree (that rhymes hihi)

« ° P E R S O N A ;

how would you describe yourself in five words ? Uh, let’s see... Happy, helpful, honest,  hearty and... I’m looking for another word with an H other wise this will seem silly. Hm, high spirited! Does that count?

are you a flirtatious person ? Oh, no. No, no, not really. I get all nervous when I like like someone.

do consider yourself unique ? Yep, everyone is unique and so am I!

are you talkative or rather shy ? I love talking for sure!!

biggest dream ? I really want to help my family out with all their worries. Then maybe they’ll stop treating me like I’m too young to understand everything.

are you good at keeping secrets ? I really want to say yes, because I get so curious about secrets and I know others won’t trust me with them if they tell me! But some may have slipped my mouth already…

are you happy ? Very!

do you consider yourself book-smart or street-smart ? Books usually teach me things. However, the streets have learned me that the grass is softer to play  on, does that count?

main character trait ?  I guess I’m rather what they call… innocent.

worst habit ? I may or may not throw a tantrum every now and then when I don’t get my way...

biggest pet peeve ? People jumping the queue.

if your life would have a title song, what would it be ? Forever young!

who do your friends compare you to ? I honestly don’t know, you should ask them! Sometimes to Kimmy Schmidt from this TV show ‘Unbreakable’

life motto ? Well, on my closet back at home I had this sticker that said: “Life’s too short to wear boring clothes”. That’s something to live by, isn’t it?

« ° L O V E ;

are you in love ? Yep. I fell in love with Korrina’s dog.

do you have a crush ? No, silly! I was just kidding about the dog.

celebrity crush ? Ryan Gosling will always have my heart.

do you believe in love at first sight ? Oh, yes, it’s why I’m not afraid to make eye contact with people!

thoughts about marriage ? It’s lovely. I always cry when I see a wedding.

what does your ideal partner look like ( inside and out ) ? Oh... He should be charming and friendly, I guess. Someone whom I can do all sorts of activities with! I hope he’s taller than me and has soft hair... But honestly I don’t really care for anything other than his smile.

would you consider yourself a flirt ? Not really... Besides, I think the boy should flirt with the girl, as in the movies, right? Not vice versa?

cuddling or making out ? Cuddling is so warm and cozy!

when i was 18 i had my first kiss and it was unexpected

make out song ? Make what out?

turn ons/offs ? Uh, are you asking me about a light switch?

best love song ever ? Everything I do by Bryan Adams

dumper or the dumped one ? I have never had a relationship before but I hope neither?!

ever experienced heartbreak ? Not really, luckily.

« ° T H I S OR T H A T ;

tea or coffee ? Tea. Coffee makes me to hyper...

frozen yoghurt or ice cream ? Ice cream! Vanilla preferably.

chocolat or vanilla ? Oh, look at that, I answered a question before I got it! Hihi, vanilla, please.

shower or bath ? You can dance best in a shower. But you can have floating duckies in a bath. So both.

movies or books ? Movies for sure. I’m too slow of a reader to keep up with the story.

comedy or adventure movie ? Ah, I usually watch the romcoms so comedy it is, I guess. Laughing’s healthier than suspense anyways.

day or night ? I’m a day person for sure. 

black&white or color ? Colors!

chinese or italian ? As people, I have no preference really. But when it comes to food, I’m gonna have to go with italian cause I love pasta.

hugs or kisses ? Hugs!

spring or fall ? Both are lovely! Maybe spring because then flowers blossom. But in fall you can jump around in the leaves...

tattoos or piercings ? Neither please.

money or fame ? Money, that way I can help my parents!

romantic cuddles or hot sex ? Oh, gosh, definitely romantic cuddles hihi.

fair or theme park ? Oh tough one! I’m going to say the fair.

love or lust ? L.O.V.E.

« ° F A V O R I T E S ;

song lyrics ?  "Call 1-800-STEEMER, Stanley Steemer gets carpet (or 'your home') cleaner!" It’s just such a catchy tune! I can’t get it out of my head!

song ? Walking on sunshine

quote ? Youth is happy because it has the ability to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

actor ? Tom Hanks

actress ? Oh, I’m not very good with names actually. I only knew Tom Hanks because my mum praises him whenever mentioned. That lovely one from The Notebook perhaps?

movie ? Love actually

book ? Peter Pan

memory ? Oh that story about Halloween from 2000 always cracks me up! With the halo and feathers, oh gosh- and then that pumpkin! *cracks up laughing too hard to talk*

joke ? Knock Knock! Who’s there? Egg! Egg who? Eggcited to meet you.

guilty pleasure ? Making things rhyme

« ° A  F E W  S I T U A T I O N S ;

how would your character react if… (note: out of character)

if they walk into the shower and see a huge spider sitting right in the middle of it ? Give it a name and make a bit of small talk with it while walking to a door/window to put it outside. Maybe show it off to some people on the way as well.

they found out they won the lottery ? Trust her parents with it completely. Maybe keep a little to buy a popcorn machine.

if they find a someone’s wallet on the floor which holds lots of cash ? Go to the lost and found on campus, or the police station so that the person who lost it, may get it back.

they hear a knock on their door and when they say “enter” their ex walks in ? That would completely depend on how they became exes. She might get rather upset/sad though.

if their house was on fire and they had 60 seconds to leave ? what 5 things would they take with them ? The cat, her unicorn onesie, her flower crown, a fire extinguisher and the towel that she’d used in an attempt to save the cookies in the oven that had caused the fire in the first place

« ° O V E R - A L L ;

when was the last time you tried something new ? Was it that time I tried to dance on someone’s lap?

would you ever give up on your life if you could save someone else’s with it ? I actually think so, yes. I’ve got to enjoy life a lot already. So especially when it’s someone close to me and/or who still has his whole life ahead.

are you happy with yourself ? Very! Well, mostly.

what chances do you wish you had taken ? I once had a really good come back but it seemed a little rude so I kept it to myself.

what’s the first thing you think when you see yourself in the mirror ? Goodmorning me!

[flyingangelofblueislands]

Flower Boy Prince pt.1

Leo (Taekwoon) X You X Ravi (Wonshik)

Genre: Fluff

A/U: You are both theater majors in University. Ravi is Leo’s junior from Highschool but in a different department than you both in University (Creative Writing/Literature).

Summer classes weren’t your idea of the best way to spend the hottest months of the year, but it was completely necessary if you wanted to stay on track for graduation next year. Taekwoon was the same. Fortunately, he was also taking some classes during this summer semester. When he told you over the phone a couple nights before the first day, you were extremely relieved. You were both older than most of the students in your class and that’s actually how you both met. He noticed you didn’t get particularly close with anyone in your classes and always ate in the cafeteria alone before rushing off. Until one day he approached you in the class you shared this semester, Dramatic Literature, asking if you wanted to study together. He said you looked no nonsense about your work and wondered if you could help him out. You agreed, having also noticed his lack of close interaction with other classmates. You wrote him off as a shy, private person. He was also nice to everyone but never really seemed to mesh with the groupings in the Theater classes you had had with him before this year either. After a couple study periods, you had realized he was quite talkative and the passion he put into readings and performances for class, actually came from more than just skill. He was actually quite a lovely person. You both also realized you kept to yourselves mostly because of your age difference with the classmates. While they were all good classmates and you got along well, the somewhat significant age difference felt like a small barrier between you two and most of the class. Not to mention your full-time jobs outside of University kept you both pretty busy.

“Y/n!!” You heard your name being called and lifted your head out of your script and looked around. You noticed Taekwoon walking towards the bench you were sitting on just outside of the performing arts building. The wind rustled his button-down shirt and feathered through his black medium-length hair which he had parted down the middle. He smiled as you spotted him and you found yourself smiling back. “Taekwoon! Hey!” He plopped down next to you with a small groan and let him bag slide off his shoulder. One hand still in his pocket, he used the other rake his hair back. “You have work after class today?” You shook your head, “No. Why?” “Let’s go to a new cafe I found. It’s a kitten cafe, downtown.” Your face lit up at the prospect of a kitten cafe. You put your script down for a moment and looked up at him, eyes full of excitement. He smiled, “You look more excited than I expected.” You laughed. “I told you I love cats. But could never have one-” “Because of your allergies. I remember.” You nodded in confirmation and went back to studying your script. A quick breeze brushed past you once again and it graced you with a strong waft of Taekwoon’s scent. It was a sweet spice of a smell with a fresh crispness to it. “Are you wearing cologne?” Taekwoon turned to look at you with a slight smile of pride on his face, “Yeah. You like it?” “I love it!” You blurted out, surprising yourself and him. You both laughed. “I just mean it’s my kind of scent, is all. I really like deep scents like that. I usually buy them for myself.” “Really?” He raised his eyebrows. You nodded and looked straight ahead. You couldn’t help but think how you wished you had someone else to buy things like perfumes for. “Well, call me when you get out of class and I’ll meet you back here.” Taekwoon said interrupting the comfortable silence. He got up to leave and stopped for a minute. Fidgeting in the pocket his hand was still in before pulling out a small packet of what looked like medicine. “Oh, and take two of these before we leave. It’ll help with your allergies.” He held them out and you felt touched as you took them from him. Your fingers brushed together and he looked at you intently before breaking into a smile and waving goodbye. You suddenly felt your heart beating a bit faster than normal. You checked the time on your cellphone and saw it was almost time for class. You packed your things and walked towards your classroom, finding yourself hoping class would go by faster than normal today so you could meet up with Taekwoon again. You shook your head to rid yourself of the thoughts. “Don’t start playin yourself now Y/N.” You muttered to yourself to stay focused.

After class, you walked back outside to meet Taekwoon at the bench you were sitting on earlier that morning. As you used your shoulder to push the glass door on the side of the building open, you dug around in your purse for the medicine he had given you to take. You felt your shoulder and body weight give way to the door pulling open from the opposite side. You looked up, startled, and saw Taekwoon holding the door. “I thought your class would never end.” Your heart jumped and you couldn’t help but smile. “Me either. How long have you been waiting here?” You asked as you both began to walk off, you still digging through your bag. “About five minutes–what are you looking for?” “Huh? Oh, those medicines you gave me. I dropped them in my bag and now they’re lost in this madness…” “How could you lose something I gave you.” He questioned with a fake pained look on his face. Your eyes widened at the subtle cuteness and you baulked for a second before you spoke again, “I didn’t lose it! I just don’t know where it is right now.” Taekwoon’s laugh reverberated in the air as the sun gently warmed both of your backs. “It’s okay. I bought more. I didn’t know how strong they were. or how strong your allergies are. I thought you’d might need more than two…” “Aww..” You nudged him playfully as you both continued walking away from the performing arts building. As you pushed him lightly with your body, he put his arm around your shoulder. He had only done this once in a while. But every time, for you anyway, it felt like your insides were cracking like fireworks. Taekwoon looked down at you and, almost offhandedly, remarked, “Why am I finding you so pretty today?” Shocked at his words, your lips burst into a laugh. He smiled, surprised at your reaction, “What? Why are you laughing?” “Because I don’t know how to answer that!” Taekwoon bit his lip, still smiling, “It wasn’t really for you to answer. I was just talking out loud.” You nodded and covered your mouth. You wanted him to stop stirring up feelings you didn’t realize you had. You didn’t want to confuse your closeness for a crush on him. You did that with other guys before. It never turned out well. Usually just you, and a one-sides crush. Taekwoon’s phone rang and broke the amiable flow of conversation between you two. He pulled it from his pocket and looked at the screen, “Oh! It’s Wonshik-ie.” He glanced at you, and you motioned for him to answer it. “What’s up? …I’m on campus about to go to a cafe…No…yeah why?….hold on.” He dropped the phone to his side and lowered his voice to speak to you, “He wants to know if he can meet me at the cafe. He was calling to see if I wanted to eat with him.” “Yeah that’s fine.” You nodded. Not minding to meet up Wonshik. You had meet with Leo outside of school plenty of times and sometimes it was completely social. Meaning you had met his friends and he had met yours as well. You had a special affinity for Wonshik however, because he was so friendly and funny. While he had his charismatic, flirtatious side, he also had a natural adorable quality that made him very likable and enjoyable to be around. At least to you. Taekwoon’s face scrunched up and your happily nodding head. “Don’t be so happy to meet up with him.” “Why not?” He dropped his arm from around your shoulders and pulled the phone back up to his ear. “It makes me feel funny…hello? Yeah. It’s alright. Y/N is gonna be there too….yea–what–don’t even think about it….I’ll text you the address.” Taekwoon hung up.

Once you and Taekwoon reached the kitten cafe, you saw an enthusiastic Wonshik waving you over to a booth with a black and white fluffy kitten in his arms. “Over here!” You all but ran over to the table as Taekwoon strolled behind. “Wonshikkkk!” He put the kitten down and came out of the booth to greet you. You both clasped hands and jumped like happy dorks. “Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever!” “Brother never invites me out anymore! I’m around!” You whipped around to face Taekwoon who was sliding into the booth nonchalantly. “Is that true, Taek?” You asked lips pursed, eyes narrowed with your head tilted down just a bit as you looked at him. Ready to playfully scorn him. Wonshik giggled at your expression, letting out a soft, “Cute.” Taekwoon sighed and flipped his hair out of his face, preoccupying his gaze with a tan Tabby cat that was lying on the window sill of the booth. “Yes.” He stated matter of factly. You laughed at the bluntness and Wonshik pulled your arm to sit on the inside of the booth on the side where he was sitting. Taekwoon was on the other side, seated directly in front of you. “I ordered drinks for everybody already.” You and Taekwoon thanked Wonshik with smiles and Wonshik proceeded to lean on his arm and watch you as you petted the all white Turkish angora cat that strutted across the table. “You look really pretty today, Y/n.” You felt heat rise to your face. You combatted the feeling with snark. “Did you actually just use my name? and not ‘Sister’?” “You told me to try–” “I said ‘try if you dare!’ and we were drinking! How can you remember that?” “I remember everything you say.” Wonshik commented softly. Taekwoon suddenly sat forward and addressed Wonshik. “Hey, Wonshik-ie. What kind of drink did you get me?” Wonshik peeled his eyes off your avoiding ones and looked at Taekwoon. “A cafe latte. Why? Did you want something else?" “Yeah. Get me a caramel macchiato. and bring a glass of water for Y/n. She has to take her medicine.” “Medicine?” Wonshik’s eyes jumped back towards you, “Are you sick?” “Huh?” You broke your staring contest with the Turkish angora and looked up at both the guys. “Oh, no. It’s for my allergies. But so far so good, I don’t think I need the medicine.” Taekwoon made steady eye contact with you while motioning for Wonshik to go out in the drink orders, “Don’t play around with allergies. Take the medicine anyway, just in case. For me, at least.” He spoke the last part so gently you thought you would melt into a puddle on the floor. “Oh-o-okay…” Taekwoon took your hand and put the extra medicines he brought with him in your palm, his fingers lingering, he started to talk again but Wonshik returned with the water. “They said they’re bringing the other drinks now.” He slid into the booth and placed your water in front of you. He then picked the water back up and took the pills out of your hand, “Should I help you?” Wonshik asked you in a low tone with a small smile flirting on his lips, you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned in to whisper, “Let me take care of you.” You found yourself laughing as this type of action was not out of the ordinary from Wonshik when you all were hanging out. He was always so extra. You never knew what to take seriously and what not to take seriously, so you figured taking none of it serious was the best bet. Taekwoon suddenly blurted out swinging his long arms in Wonshik’s direction, “Why do you have to sit so close to her all the time! She’s not one of your little play dates! She came here with me!” You cackled and Wonshik’s mouth slightly opened as he exclaimed in half embarrassment, Taekwoon continued, “You come sit over here. Come sit over here.” Taekwoon forcefully switched seats with Wonshik and reclined next to you. Seemingly more relaxed. Wonshik slid so he was directly in front of you as you finished swallowing the allergy pills. You pulled a passing cat into your lap. Wonshik smiled at you, “Thanks Brother. This is better anyway. Now I have a better view of Y/n’s beautiful face.” Your eyes widened. Not only at Wonshik’s statement, but because behind the ball of fluff of a cat you were holding, out of Wonshik’s line of sight, Taekwoon had reached over to hold your hand.

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been a long time right? well here’s a new series. I planned to write this weekly, one part for each week of VIXX promotions 😁 so I hope you enjoyed the beginnings of this!! see you next week with part 2!!

Love, Peace, and quick fluff reads!!! ~admin Fluffintine

[garden-of-succulents]

Time for more BITTYPOOTS AU, meaning the story @gutsybitsy and I are working on where Jack is the tormented audience to Bitty and Poots’ unhappy and unsatisfying relationship (Original post / fic tag). NOW FEATURING: established relationship Patater and excerpts from Bitty’s twitter!

(Also accidental outing to a safe/sympathetic audience, and gay gossip.)

Away games in Las Vegas have gotten a lot easier these days. During his rookie year, they meant pitched arguments with Kent that lasted hours and left them both exhausted in the morning. After Kent broke up with him, they meant a couple years of holing up early in his hotel room and eating room service while watching tape.

But now Las Vegas trips are, quite tentatively... nice.

Somehow the crucible of two Stanley Cup finals against each other in the last four years have left the Falcs and Aces with a permanent rivalry that is enthusiastic, respectful, warm, and friendly. It could so easily have been bitter--but if Jack were to name a single factor that turned the tide, it was Tater's defection to Vegas. You couldn't quite hate a man who skated over during breaks and asked how your children liked their birthday presents, who complimented you on your improved form and laughed about your inability to score on his goalie, and then laughed again when you did before putting his head down and putting all his energies to beating your pants off. Tater's shoulders are broad enough to carry all of the game's spirit, its pettiness and nobility, its competition and comradeship--and Kent, the burden of the C removed from him by Tater's presence, began finding it easier to be magnanimous in victory, graceful in defeat.

And the two of them know Jack doesn't like big parties, so they leave Tater's other A to lead the grand night out with the Falcs and whisk Jack away to a quiet dinner at their apartment instead.

Jack indulges in a beer while Kent grills steak on the balcony and Tater uses a feather toy to make the cat run laps around the living room. He's relaxed, amused, comfortable, and his worries and concerns ease up enough to spill out past his lips.

"There's this guy I know," he says, picking at the label on his bottle. "He has this boyfriend who's... really nice. But they're not out, right, and I'm the only one who knows, so they kinda talk to me about it? And..." He wrinkles his nose as the label comes off imperfectly, then licks his thumb and starts rubbing at the ragged edges. "He complains about his boyfriend. Clingy, embarrassing, needy... because he does things like pack lunches or text him for no reason. I just wanna tell him to smarten right up and stop being so ungrateful."

"Fuck yeah," Kent sings from the grill. "I want someone who packs me lunches."

"He wants not me to pack him lunches," Tater says, flicking the cat toy.

"The gods are jealous of perfection, kotyenok. We all have our flaws." Kent puts down the sauce brush and closes the lid on the barbecue again, then comes back in to throw himself onto the arm of the chair Tater's sitting in. Tater's arm comes around his waist to steady him.

"I just--" Jack covers his face with one hand. "I talk to the boyfriend too. He was really happy the other week because he got an anniversary present, and I had to shut up because I was so close to telling him his boyfriend bought it at the last minute in an airport gift shop. Because I told him to. Because he said, 'I can't go out tonight, it's our six-month anniversary and he's making dinner' and I asked what he got as a present and he said, 'You think I should get something?'" Jack gestures, helplessly. "I know I'm not good at this stuff, so how much worse is he?"

"Terrible, obviously," Kent says. "My love, could you assemble the salad?"

"Oh, you trust me with salad now!" Tater grumbles, but he gets up and moves to the kitchen. When Jack gestures, Kent passes him the cat toy, and Jack tries to figure out why Kit Purrson will do backflips for Tater, but ignore him when he tries to do the exact same thing.

After they've demolished half a cow and a small Irish town's supply of potatoes, plus some salad on the side, Kent leans back in his seat and says, "Tell you what, Tates. Let's seduce Fitzgerald's poor boyfriend out from under him."

Tater's making some rumbling noise about that being a good idea while Jack sits bolt upright. "It's not--!" he says. "I didn't say who it was. You don't know it's Fitzgerald."

"Yes, I do," Kent says calmly.

"Elementary deduction," Tater chimes in.

"Someone you spend a lot of time with," Kent says, ticking points off on his fingers. "That you put up with even when he annoys you. That's only someone on your team. Six Falconers are single, and Fitzgerald--what do you guys call him?"

"Poots," Jack says, miserably unable to stop them.

"Poots? Well, anyway--Poots is the only one on your line, and only one of two under 20; Marks came straight out of Juniors, while Poots came out of Gaytopia U."

“It could be--one of the trainers, or--”

Kent swats that away. “The only new hires you guys have made this year have been female. Try another one.”

"You play good with him on ice," Tater contributes. "He is happy to sit next to you when he comes to bench, but when he is the one sitting, you choose somewhere else."

Jack stares at Tater, mouth agape. One, not even he noticed that; two, Tater has a fucking hockey game to play while that kind of thing is happening. Where does he get off paying that kind of attention?

"Some people follow sports," Tater shrugs. "We follow you love life."

"Well you must be bored then," Jack snaps.

"Fuckin' right we are," Kent yawns. "This is the most excitement we've had since Collins left for England."

"I won't confirm or deny anything," Jack says, and the hand with Tater's phone in it bumps Kent's arm. Kent looks down.

"Oh damn, he's cute," Kent says.

Jack's eyebrows furrow. "Poots?"

"Eric Bittle," Kent replies, and Jack's stomach turns to ice. "Oh, don't look like that, Zimmermann. You're talking to two of the most closeted people in the sport. You haven't come out because you've had a sad-sack social life, but we haven't come out because we have people to protect. We're only gossip-mongers like this when we're around you, because it's so fucking nice to not be alone for once."

Jack's mouth twists, and he looks away.

"Very cute tweet from last week," Tater says. "'That feeling when you have the cutest boyfriend in the room.' And a little heart."

"Not hard to find if you know what you're looking for," Kent says, scrolling through Tater's phone. "Your guy's got 30k Twitter followers, follows 22 people in return. Eleven are Falconers, four are official feeds, three are girls, two are guys in Toronto, one's a guy backpacking through Asia, and one is Eric R. Bittle in Boston."

"You're just constructing a theory--" Jack tries again.

"New tweet," Tater says. "Just posted. 'Is it really too needy to want to cuddle?'"

Jack can't help scowling, and Kent says sardonically, "Tell me how I'm making shit up again."

Jack rubs his face with his hands again, and says equivocally, "He deserves so much better."

"We steal him," Tater says calmly. "Make him happy with us."

"You can't do that!" Jack retorts, nettled. "Look, you two, leave it alone. He doesn't need your nonsense."

"Nonsense," Kent says to Tater.

"No, I mean it! He's a nice guy and it won't help to get pulled into your stupid sex shenanigans, he doesn't need you two, he needs someone stable, someone steady--"

"We have shenanigan?" Tater asks Kent.

"No babe, we got tested by the clinic, we're clean."

Jack makes a frustrated noise, and pitches a napkin at them. It lands unsatisfyingly short of either man. "Stop it."

"I don't hear you calling dibs," Kent says archly.

"Dibs," Jack retorts. "Dibs, dibs, dibs. Leave him alone."

The moment he says it a smile blossoms across Kent's face, like Jack's sprung a trap. He scowls fiercely back. "You like him," Kent says, delighted.

"So what if I do? He's taken. And it's none of your business."

"All right," Kent says, but he concedes like it's a victory, grinning to himself as he nestles into Tater's side. "Just remember, Zimms. He might not stay taken forever."

"I... have something to confess," Jack says awkwardly, while they watch Poots at the billiards table. So long as they keep their heads close together, they're muffled by the overall noise of the bar. "I told two friends about you and James? I tried to stay general, 'a guy I know', but they figured out who it was. They won't tell anybody, but they know, and I'm sorry that I kind of outed you."

Bittle gives him a brief frightened-rabbit look, then bites his lip and watches his boyfriend thoughtfully for a minute. Then he turns back to Jack. "You trust them?"

Jack nods, then leans into add, "It's my ex and his boyfriend. And if you ever want to leave James for an NHL captain, um... apparently that's a possibility."

Bittle blinks at him again, looking astonished and absolutely edible, then says, "Your ex is an NHL captain?"

Jack grins uncertainly. "Yes?"

Bittle blinks those enormous eyes a time or two, and looks over at his boyfriend with a smile spreading across his face. He looks back to Jack once, for another second disbelieving, but Jack pastes on a smile and nods, and Bittle's features relax with relief and joy. He knocks his shoulder against Jack's in a friendly way, then turns and asks, "Can I tell James?"

"Sure you can."

"God, maybe it'll help to know he's... not alone," Bittle says, and reaches out for his beer. "Make him relax."

"Anything to help the two of you," Jack says loyally, and reaches out for his glass of water to hide his expression.

[hobiyolk]

Secret Admirer Jungkook X Reader

Heyyyyy I finally finished. Making this scenario made me so emotional fhdsfhsdfih omfg I need to stop. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy this scenario, it’s quite short but I still hope you get the feels while you be reading this. 

                                                       2197 words

                                               High school AU (fluff) 

summary: you have had a long crush on Jungkook, but every time you talk to him you mess up. Will you ever be able to get over your fear and talk to him, and confess to him? Or will it be the other way around? 

You plugged your earphones in, looking outside the window of the bus. The sun rays hit your soft skin and you sighed loudly, another stupid day of stupid ass school. getting off the bus you smelled the fresh air walking off to the building you hated the most. Walking through the entrance and entering the hallway you walked towards your locker. Taking your books and other things, you heard soft moans beside you, being a curious dumbass you look at what was happening, you saw a couple making out. Seeing how their tongues clash with each other you silently gagged smashing your locker door you dragged your feet to your next class, math, great now I have to deal with the stupid teacher too. You opened your classroom door only to find your classmates fooling around since the teacher wasn't there people ended up making a mess. You smiled brightly when you saw your best friend, you ran up to her. 

- “Hey, claire!”

 she looked up from her book and grinned. 

- “Hey y/n! Good morning! Did you eat breakfast?” 

You sat on the seat beside her. 

- “Good morning, and nope didn't have any breakfast today” 

she sighed while putting her pencil down and reaching for her backpack. She pulled out something that seemed to look like my breakfast. 

- “Here ya go, I knew you wouldn't have breakfast so I found time to make you peanut butter bread.” 

You took the sandwich out of her hand and hugged her 

- “oh my lord, claire what the hell would I do without you? Thank you so much! I’ll buy you lunch” 

she giggled going back to her textbook to study. You were getting ready for class when you saw a boy come in. There he was your crush, Jeon Jungkook. He had been your crush since both of you were in high school, you guys never talked to each other, but you saw the way he treated others, and you saw the way he was so kind and warm hearted to everyone, and let's not forget this boy is the most handsome person you have ever seen. You shift in your chair when he walks past your seat. 

- “Oh y/n, come on you have had a crush on him for over 3 years, at least say hi to him.” 

Claire nudged your shoulder while talking to you. 

- “Oh trust me I have, it just ended with me stuttering with my words and looking like a tomato.”

Claire just silently giggled accepting the fact that it’s true. The teacher had finally entered the room,

- “okay class! Open up to page 350!”

It had gone 20 minutes till class and your teacher was still lecturing you and the entire room that was already half asleep, about how great the founder of algebra is. You slightly shifted your body into the chair making it comfortable for you to sit on, heck you made yourself so comfortable that you let a long yawn escaped your mouth, your eyes started to feel heavy and you drifted off to sleep. 

You didn't know how long you had been sleeping until you felt something hit your head. You slowly growled waking up and swore loud enough for the classroom to hear 

- “Miss, y/l/n if you are only coming to my class to sleep, then do not bother to come here anymore do you understand?” 

You could feel everyone's gaze on you, and you just wanted your chair to drag you into a dark hole. you stood up and bowed 

- “I-i'm sorry miss I promise it will never happen again.” 

you sit down head still hanging low because of the embarrassment you just had to go through. Claire just patted your back, giving you a soft comfort. The bell suddenly rang signaling that the next class is about to start. Claire says that she has to meet up with her boyfriend, so she told you to not wait for her. You started to walk to your locker trying to ignore people. When you open your locker door, something falls right in front of your face. 

- “What the actual.” 

you bent down to pick up the slip of paper unfolding it.

- ‘Meet me at the library. <3 -your secret admirer’ 

you opened your eyes wide, you have never had a secret admirer before, you could feel your heart pumping in excitement and you could feel the flesh on your cheeks turning red. 

- “Okay then, I will see you in the Library,” 

you mumble softly.

- “Who will you see?”

 you turn around holding onto your chest because of the mini heart attack Claire just gave you. 

- “What is that paper in your hand?” 

she looks suspiciously at the white torn paper in your hands, finally turning her gaze to your face.  you look down in your palm where the paper laid at blinked fast trying to come up with an excuse. 

- “U-um it's just a torn piece of paper from my math book...you know I usually get bored so I just ripped apart-” 

she opened her locker removing her gaze from yours. 

- “Tell me the truth when you’re ready to! See ya in class, whatever that paper is, I think it's important and it will take you forever. I'll save a spot for you in lunch” 

Claire winked at you and walked away. You slowly smiled at yourself for having such an awesome best friend. You took your supplies and started walking towards the library where you were told to go.

You opened the door and walked into the quiet room. Walking around, hoping that this was not just a prank. You walked around the library and saw a book that you had always wanted to read, just when your fingers were about to touch the book, someone had covered your mouth and dragged you along, 

- “jdsfhhdsfhsd” 

your voice was muffled, not even you understood what you were saying,

-  “shhh, it's okay it’s only me. Stop screaming” 

You slowly loosened up when you recognized whose voice it belonged to. You completely froze not even moving, feeling Jungkook's hand slowly realizing your mouth you turned around only to screech when looking at him. Jungkook grinned at you with his cute bunny smile. 

- “I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to panic you like that. I just saw you and I had to talk to you.” 

You could feel your blood running towards the apple of your cheeks.

-  “W-well you didn't have to really do all that just to be able to talk to me.”

 he scratches his head and smiles. You look down to the floor, and you can't believe what he says next.

-  “A-any ways... Did you get the letter? I suppose you did, s-since you came.” 

Your eyes shot up, and you looked like you had just seen a ghost. 

- “Y-you were the one who sent the letter-”

 he looked at you blushing a bit. 

- “Ummm yeah, I mean if that’s creepy for you then I'm sorry” 

You smiled to yourself. 

- “Oh, no, it's okay I do not find it creepy. It's quite cute.” 

you expected him not to hear the last part, but oh dear it's the golden maknae, of course, he can hear. 

- “You thought that was cute?” 

you couldn't help but laugh at the grin on his face. Looking down shyly you feel his body move closer to yours, but your reflexes make you move away. Thinking that he would stop coming closer to you if you just moved back didn't really plan out the way you hoped, he wouldn't stop moving and kept walking towards you. When you finally hit your back against one of the book shelves, you silently whimpered, not because of the pain, but because of the feeling of having him so close to you. You gulped, still looking down at the ground. 

- “W-what did you want?” 

You could hear a soft chuckle followed along with a raspy and serious voice. He took a hold of your chin between his long pale fingers and made you look up at him. 

- “I wanted to tell you something” 

You started blushing like crazy, wishing you could hide it somehow. 

- “You’re really cute when you blush.” 

You slowly drifted your eyes somewhere except for his angelic face.

 “y/n, I. I have wanted to tell you this for a really long time.” 

your gaze went back to him when you heard that sentence. You slowly nodded your head allowing him to continue. Your eyes fell on his beautiful brown once and then they shifted to his plump lips. 

- “I really” 

he came closer 

- “really” 

he kept reaching out for your lips making you want to capture his lips with yours. 

- “Really really” 

He wouldn't reach for your lips, they just feathered over yours. 

- “I really l-”  

you bashed your lips onto his interrupting what he was going to say to you. You hated the way you couldn't resist him. You didn't feel him moving, and you suddenly felt something shift inside you. You feel your soul drop, was this maybe not what he wanted? You thought to yourself you tried to slowly remove yourself off of him. Just when your lips were gonna detach Jungkook pulled you closer by your waist, he deepened the kiss making you gasp for air. He licked your lower lip softly asking for entrance, and you let him in. His tongue started invading your mouth in a passionate way, you felt your knees weaken, you felt so overwhelmed. Jungkook pushed your form towards the bookshelf making you wince in a slight pain. What felt like forever, jungkook finally pulled away. You protested against the feeling of emptiness, both of you just started at each other you couldn't help but blush when you spotted his swollen lips and eyes that were narrowed at your face. Both of you still stayed silent, looking at each other's faces. Jungkook and you were just as mesmerized and just as overwhelmed as the other.

- “y/n?” 

you looked at him and nodded your head telling him to continue what he wanted to say.

- “I like you” 

you looked at him, but words were choked up in your throat. 

- “I love you y/n, I always have.” 

you looked at him with wide eyes.

-  “B-but why tell me now, and why not before?”

 Jungkook started to caress your cheeks with his long fingers. 

- “Well, because I was scared. Scared that you might reject me, anytime I would come close to you, you would get uncomfortable so I thought that maybe you hate me.” 

You looked at him, pressing your face towards his fingers. 

- “What, I have never hated you. In fact, I have had a crush on you for almost 3 years. I would just not get too close to you because I was scared that you didn't want anything to do with me. And plus you already have all these pretty girls coming after you… why would you pick me?” 

He kissed your forehead. 

- “Because. You are not like the other girls, you are you and that’s why I love you.” 

You giggled at his sweet words, you could see him reaching out for your lips, but something interrupted you two. 

- “Excuse me. If you guys want to make out then please do it outside the school grounds. The last thing we need is smooching noises.”

 Both you and jungkook looked at the librarian, surprised by what she had said. Your gazes moved to each other's faces and turned back at the furious woman. - “That means get out of my Library! Both of you!” 

Jungkook and you slightly jumped in your positions and walked out of the Library as fast as you could.  

When you reached outside the Library,  Jungkook followed you to your locker. While you were walking Jungkook intertwined both of your hands together and swung then back and forth, both of you giggled. When you got to your locker, you slowly took the things you needed and turned to look at Jungkook's face.

 - “Um, my last class is Sex ed… I will see you after class?” 

He smiled at you

-  “sex ed huh?” 

he gave you that smirk and winked. You playfully hit him 

- “please don't haha” 

He erased his smirk to his signature bunny smile. 

- “I have science. Fun! I will pick you up stay by your locker!” 

jungkook started walking backward whilst talking to you. You nodded and giggled

-  “make sure you don't fall-” just when you said that he stumbled a bit 

- “I'm okay!” 

he pointed towards you 

“and when I pick you up, we are going on out the first date!” 

and then he ran away. Your heartbeat would stop beating, did Jeon Jungkook just ask you out? Yes y/n, yes he just asked you out. You ran towards your class and squealed while you were at it.

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Snake

“Ma’am, I sense something going on in the greenhouse,” the snowy owl on the woman’s shoulder informed her master. “Indeed, I sense it too Hedwig,” the young female said back. (y/n) was one of the odd servants in the Phantomhive manor. Things were not always this perfect though; at first, her ability to communicate and command winged birds led her greedy father to use her for his illegal drug business.

After he received payment, he’d force (y/n) to tie little bags of drugs onto her bird’s legs, usually falcons or owls, and they’d fly to the designated pickup area.

 There were times when the authorities shot down the birds after seeing the suspicious items on their legs, and while (y/n) mourned the loss of her dear feathered friends, her father was furious over the fact that his customers marched back to his house and demanded their money back, money he’s already spent on expensive liquor and cigars.

Even though it was the police who stopped the birds from making their deliveries, (y/n)’s father always blamed her for his loss of business and would punish her by locking her up in her room for days at a time.

This (y/n) feared the most, as someone who had a deep connection with birds, she feared small, dark places, as her window was boarded up to barely let any sunlight through into the room and obscuring her view of the sky she loved to stare out for hours on end. One day, someone stormed through the house and found her huddled in a corner of her room with her faithful snowy owl, Hedwig, by her side. (y/n) opened her eyes to see a man dressed in a black butler outfit and a child with an eye patch standing before her.

Her owl screeched at them, telling them to stay away from her master, but the young boy geld out his hand to (y/n), telling her to come and work for him and live in his manor. (y/n) didn’t even hesitate and now worked scouting the area around her new home day and night for anyone who could bring harm to her new master.

Aside from Hedwig, she now had a raven named Diaval, a falcon named Shaye, and a robin named Alice; they all stuck by her side and helped her with patrol. It was a rainy day when (y/n) and her birds sensed something amiss in the nearby greenhouse from the tree house she preferred to reside in rather than a room in the manor.

There was something going on inside, but Sebastian had ordered her to stay in her room after asking to borrow her owl for something (“I’m never doing a favor for that man again even if he begs,” Hedwig had commented when she flew back to (y/n) after her duty was done with Sebastian). “Shall we investigate?” Shaye asked. “We shall,” (y/n) turned to her robin and raven on their perches, “You two shall stay here, the rain is far too strong for you to be flying around in.” “I wouldn’t be caught dead flying in that storm anyway,” Diaval remarked, ruffling his feather, “My beautiful feathers would be ruined forever.” All who occupied the small house rolled their eyes, “Of course,” Alice said, shaking her head. Hedwig and Shaye flew out through the window while (y/n) used the knotted rope outside her door to climb down to the ground and head to the green house. All three stopped outside the glass walls and Hedwig peaked inside, her strong eyes able to see through the rain stained glass and the dark. “I can see two people, one I recognize as Sebastian, as for the other, I can’t tell.” “An enemy maybe?” (y/n) suggested. “Probably.” “Let’s enter through the back, and then we’ll see.” “Sure.” Running to the back of the greenhouse, (y/n) slipped through the back door and looked around, mentally gasping at what she saw now that her eyes have adjusted to the darkness: Sebastian coiled up in venomous snakes while an unknown man stood before him, also having snakes on him.

She quickly looked around and was relieved when she saw some rope to the side, possibly left after having used it to hold up the newly growing trees in the garden. (y/n) picked it up and quietly advanced behind the unknown man, her bare feet barely making a sound and her feathered companions perched on her shoulders, ready to be of assistance if need be.

Sebastian noticed her coming and smirked, giving her a tiny nod, to which (y/n) lunged forward without fear with the rope ready in her hands. When the snakes on the man sensed her and sprung to snap at her, Hedwig and Shaye snatched them up expertly with their talons while (y/n) wound the rope around the stranger’s chest, biding his arms close to his sides. “What the-!?” was all he said before Sebastian had taken his handkerchief and tied it around his mouth as (y/n) tightened the ropes around him, ignoring the nonvenomous snakes snapping at her. After securing a knot around the man’s legs, Sebastian smiled small at her,

 “Well done (y/n), I would’ve handled him fine on my own, but you’ve made it so much easier.” “Hm, what are we to do with him? Hedwig and Shaye are itching for a meal with those snakes they have.” The man then struggled hard against his restraints, clearly not happy with the idea that his scaly friends will be a source of vitamins and minerals for the birds of prey. “Hmmmm, let’s keep him under lock and key for now. We’ll have the young master decide what to do with him.” “Very well then.” (y/n) kept an eye on the man while Sebastian left to get something that can contain the man. During his absence, (y/n) took this time to examine the mysterious intruder.

The man seemed to be around her age, medium length hair that was pale white, the eyes that glared up at her were a beautiful yellow color and his pale skin bore patches of what looked like snake’s scales. Upon seeing his scaly skin, (y/n)’s eyes widened and she softly whispered,

“Beautiful . . .” His glare softened and now had a mix of confusion in it. Just then Sebastian returned with a huge wooden box in chains, how he managed to carry all that through this storm is beyond (y/n), but she said nothing as he forced the struggling man into it along with all his snakes, Hedwig and Shaye dropped the venomous snakes in after them and the lid was secured with the chains and a padlock. “There, that should do it,” he slid the box under a table, “Now then, I’m still needed at the mansion, so I’ll have you stay on guard here should he find a way out of there. The last thing we want is for him to slither away and do harm to the master.” “Very well then, I’ll make sure he doesn’t lay a scaly finger on our young Master.” Sebastian smirked, “Very good.” After he left, (y/n) sat down on the box, sighing deeply, “Guess we’d better get comfortable.” Her two birds nodded and landed by her side; all through the night they stayed there, and when morning was drawing near and the rain had stopped, (y/n) sent Hedwig and Shaye back to her tree house for some much needed shuteye and Alice and Diaval took their places.

With sleep trying to overtake her, (y/n) decided to have a nap on the patch of grass in the room after having Alice and Diaval promise to wake her up if anything happened. Something did wake her up, but it wasn’t her feathered friends but Sebastian; he gently shook her shoulder to raise her from her slumber. “Hm?” “Miss (y/n)?” “Hmmmm, oh!” (y/n) quickly sat up, “Sebastian!?” “Had a lovely nap? You slept through the night and most of the morning.” “Forgive me, but I was growing ever so tired, and Alice and Diaval did say they’d wake me up if something happened.” “Well something did happen, we shall be having a new member of this household.” “Oh?” (y/n) stood up and rubbed her eyes, “And who exactly would that be?” “You’ve actually have already made his acquaintance.” “Hm?” Someone stepped forward and (y/n)’s eyes widened, “The intruder!?” “Indeed, he’s called ‘Snake’, and he’ll be working as a servant from now on.” “How can you trust him? He tired to kill the young master did he not?” (y/n) asked with a bit of accusation in her voice. “Which is why you will be in charge of him, I’m sure your birds would make quick work of his snakes and you yourself have fighting capabilities. As for his duties, you scout the skies while he scouts the lands, a rather perfect pair don’t you think?” “U-uh, well, I guess.” “Well then, I’ll leave you two to get familiar with each other, as you will be partners, there’s something that I must see to,” with that Sebastian left the greenhouse. For a moment the two animal people just stared at each other in silence, then (y/n) broke it by introducing herself, “Um, I don’t believe Sebastian told you who I am. I’m (y/n).” “Hm,” was all that came out from Snake. “Uhhhh, even though you were trying to end my master, I’m sorry for the rough treatment Hedwig and Shaye gave your snakes. As my birds are very dear to me, your snakes must be dear to you, correct?” “. . . . Yes, indeed,” Snake said in a hushed voice, “Tell your snowy feathered ball to clip her talons, she nearly pierced my skin!” he suddenly said in a somewhat raspy, deep voice. “Huh?” “Says Wordsworth,” Snake finished in his normal voice. “Oh! I see you have the same ability I do, only you communicate with snakes.” Snake’s passive face shifted slightly to that of interest, “Really? Interesting,” Snake leaned in and looked into (y/n)’s eyes,

“Never thought I’d find someone like me.” He took in (y/n)’s appearance, she didn’t seem odd with the simple, (f/c) dress she wore that stopped just above her knees, although in this day and age it was unheard of for women to be wearing such short skirts so it was just a bit out of the ordinary, she wore no shoes and had a black, hooded cloak over her dress. “Although unlike me, you look rather normal.” “I’d hate to disagree with you, but I’m not.” Snake tilted his h

ead in puzzlement and (y/n) took this as a sign to demonstrate her peculiarity. She pulled on the string that held her cloak over her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, revealing two ligaments protruding from her back covered in (h/c) feathers that almost resembled wings in a way, but were too thin and not feathered enough to be used to take flight.

Her dress had an opening in the back to let them extend as far as they go, as was the cloak’s job to cover both her back and her useless wings. Snake’s eyes grew a few centimeters, “Amazing,” he breathed silently. “Y-you really think so?” (y/n) asked nervously, a bit uncomfortable, as she’s never showed her wings like this to anyone besides Sebastian and Ciel. “Yes indeed, I’ve never seen anything like it, says Oscar,” Snake said in a rather childish sounding voice. “Oh? W-well I’m glad you think so . . . Oscar?” a cute, green snake nodded his head. “Ummmm,” Snake looked as if he wanted to say something, but was too nervous to ask, he shook his head and decided on a different question, “S-so what of your birds?” “Oh! Well for one thing, I have Alice my robin, and Diaval my raven,” the said birds flew from the small plant they were resting on and came to (y/n)’s shoulders. “A pleasure to meet you, says Alice,” (y/n) said, playfully mimicking Snake’s way of telling others what his snakes were saying, she could’ve sworn the corner of Snake’s lip curved upward into a tiny grin, but it was gone by the time she blinked. “Well, my pretty self doesn’t usually associate with such ghastly creatures, but I suppose I can make an exception,” Diaval said, holding his head high. “Diaval! Where are your manners!?” (y/n) scolded, not bothering to translate what he said. “What? It’s true.” “Ugh. Whatever, this is Diaval.” Snake nodded his head. After more introductions with his snakes, (y/n) took Snake around the manor, stopping by her tree house to collect the other two birds who also told their names and gave their apologies to the snakes they snatched up the day prior.

Strangely, the mansion was bare of the other servants and of the master, so (y/n) couldn’t show Snake them yet, but she did tell him about them. “Sounds like your group is just as lively as our circus family, says Emily,” Snake said in a soft voice as he and (y/n) lounged around in the kitchen and they both got hungry and wanted a snack. “Yes, they do seem to get into trouble rather easily, but they do mean well,” (y/n) paused from browsing the pantry and looked back at Snake,  “I’m not sure what happened, but I am sorry that my master was the cause of your family disappearing.” Snake looked to the side with a troubled look upon his face, “They didn’t care that I was different,” he said in his own voice, “They treated me like family, and he took that away from us.” “He’s not all bad. It was all thanks to my master that I was saved from a hard life,” (y/n) said, pulling out two, fresh loaves of bread. “How so? Asks Keats.” (y/n) handed Snake a loaf as she continued, “I was forced to take part in an illegal drug business run by my father, and when something went wrong, he would punish me by locking me up in a dark room with barely any sunlight.” Snake stopped mid bite to look at (y/n), who stared up through the window at the bright sky outside,

“I hate small, dark places, so it was torture for me. Then, one day my young master appeared with Sebastian, he took me in despite my deformity and I serve him now. I’d happily do everything I can to keep him safe, he gave me my freedom back, it’s only the least I could do.” “I see,” Snake felt something stir inside of him seeing (y/n)’s far off look and smile on her face, but he played it off as his hunger and continued making short work of his bread.

 After their little snack, the two continued to walk around the manor until the sun began to set, that’s when (y/n) saw the servants, Ciel, and Sebastian walking up to the mansion. Ciel and the other servants were all wearing black for some odd reason, but (y/n) cared too little to ask. “It seems that you two have gotten closer since that last time I checked,” Sebastian said, approaching them. “In a way, yes,” (y/n) said. From there Sebastian introduced Snake to the rest of the servants, who at first cringed from his uniqueness, but then easily got over it as (y/n) wasn’t normal herself. “Now then, for tonight he shall reside in your little abode up in the tree until we figure out further living conditions for him,” Sebastian said to (y/n) after everyone else entered the mansion. “Really? That’s fine with me.” “Then I bid you both goodnight.” (y/n) led Snake to her tree house, she climbed the rope that was used as the ladder and pulled Snake up when he grasped it tightly, as he wasn’t experienced in climbing ropes.

The tree house was actually quite spacious; large enough to fit a small chest for personal items, a tiny bookcase, wooden perches for her birds, a chair and small desk, and in the farthest end next to the window was a nest of blankets that acted as a bed. “I was never one for mattresses no matter how comfortable they were as they really disturbs my wings,” (y/n) explained as she set out some extra blankets for Snake to sleep on. “Hm.” “This will have to do for now, sorry that it isn’t anything fancy,” (y/n) said, handing Snake an extra pillow. He took it and shook his head,

 “We will all be comfortable enough in this, says Keats. In addition, it’s perfect for burrowing into, says Emily. Yes, I think I’ll like it too.” (y/n) smiled, “Glad to hear it,” she settled down into the blankets, nestling into them until she got into a comfortable position. Snake got himself comfortable practically right next to her, lying down on the stack of blankets and then pulling another one over his body.

Hedwig stood on her perch, staring down at him and his snakes, ready to strike should the moment call for it. “Don’t worry about Hedwig,” (y/n) said when she saw the discomfort on Snake’s face, “She’s the one who’s been the longest with me, so she is very overprotective of me.” “I can see that, says Wilde.” “Well, goodnight Snake, hope you have pleasant dreams,” (y/n) said with a yawn as she closed her eyes. “And to you too, says Emily.” (y/n) awoke in the middle in the night by some noise coming from next to her. She groggily opened her eyes to see Snake, shaking and whispering in his sleep, “Joker . . . . . Doll . . . . . Jumbo . . . . . Dagger . . . . . . . Beast . . . .” His voice was full of melancholy, thus (y/n) guessed correctly those were the names of his old family. Making a decision to herself, (y/n) crawled out of her nest and reached out to him, only to be stopped by a large snake, hissing and baring its’ fangs at her. She only smiled and said,

“Don’t worry, I wont hurt him,” she assured it. It seemed to get the message, for it then slithered back to it’s sleeping position. Gently, she placed a hand on Snake’s arm and ran it up and down soothingly, it seemed to have some effect, but he was still very much shaking.

Straining her back muscles, one of her wings moved and draped it over his midsection. The soft, featheriness sensation seemed to do the trick, for Snake now seemed calmer and even snuggled against the wing. Smiling to herself, (y/n) went back to sleep, thinking that having a partner to scout the area just might be enjoyable after all. ~0~ Several months have passed since Snake was hired to be the footman of the Phantomhive estate; he never thought he’d be able to be comfortable in a new home, but the other servants accepted him just the way he was and he enjoyed his time scouting the surrounding area with (y/n).

Their pets have grown accustomed to one another to the point where some of Snake’s snakes would request that Hedwig or Shaye hold them in their talons when they flew as they wished to experience flying for themselves and they all exchanged pleasant conversations from time to time. Over that course in time, Snake found himself having feelings towards (y/n), but he kept it to himself as he was naturally shy plus there was the fact that it was a rule that servants couldn’t be in a relationship unless given permission by the master. He and (y/n) were on patrol during a party, and after everything checked out, they went back into the mansion to assure no one had sneaked past them, when that checked out, they stood at the entrance of the ballroom, watching all the nobles dance together. “Looks like fun,” (y/n) said as she leaned against the doorframe. “You’ve never been to these parties?” Snake asked. “I was always outside on patrol, but since you’re here, we got finished twice as fast, so for once I’m able to see what it’s like personally.” “I see.” After a few minutes, Snake noticed (y/n) looking a bit uncomfortable. “Are you alright? Asks Emily.” “Sorry, this is a really lovely scene, but seeing all these people in one room is making me feel claustrophobic,” (y/n) answered, rubbing her arms. Snake thought for a moment, then with all the courage he possessed, reached out and took (y/n)’s hand into his own. “Hm?” “Th-then shall we retreat to the balcony?” “Oh? Heh, yes please.” The two walked to the large balcony, where (y/n) took in a deep, relieved breath of the cool night air. “Ah, much better,” she said, smiling from ear-to-ear, then noticed something, “Uhhh, Snake, you’re still holding my hand.” “O-oh, sorry about that.” He released her hand, missing the warmth of it. For a few moment the two animal people just stood under the stars, enjoying the very faint classical music going on inside the manor and the light breeze flowing through the air. Snake, desperately wanting to break the silence somehow, nervously asked, “S-say, w-would you like . . . . to dance a bit?” “Huh?” (y/n) was surprised by the sudden invitation. Although Snake took her confusion as rejection and quickly tried to cover up what he’d said, “I-I-I-I mean-! Uhhhh . . . .” (y/n) did her best to fight back a giggles, for she’s never seen Snake so flustered and stumbling over his words like this before. Before he could embarrass himself any further, (y/n) answered his question, “Yes, I would love to dance with you~.” “O-oh, good then.” They both shyly got into position and began a simple box waltz to the music inside. For a long while, they did nothing but sway to the tune of violins, then (y/n) boldly placed her head against Snake’s chest, causing him to stiffen up but not stop dancing. “I’m really glad you’re here Snake,” (y/n) quietly said. “Hm?” “Never in my life would I have thought I’d find someone like me, although I am sorry you had a rough start in life.” “. . . . . there’s nothing for you to be sorry for, besides, you too went through a rough patch, didn’t you?” “I suppose I did.” Again, it was silent. “Uhh, Snake? The music has stopped,” (y/n) informed the reptile loving man. “U-um,” Snake gulped before saying, “C-could w-w-we possibly stay like this a little while longer?” “Oh? Heh, sure, I don’t mind.” Snake mentally breathed a sigh of relief as he held (y/n) in his long arms, reveling in her scent as it calmed his jumbled up nerves. The two stayed like that until Snake broke the hug, however he kept his hands on (y/n)’s shoulders to which she said in a questioning tone, “Snake?” “(y/n) . . . .” he hesitated before continuing, “I-I’m not very good with things like this, b-b-but I’m going to do my best!” The determined look in his usually stoic eyes brought a smile to (y/n)’s face, “All right then, what is it you wish to do?” “This.” Pushing all the worries and anxiety out of him, Snake leaned in his face and shyly pressed his lips against (y/n)’s in an innocent, sweet kiss.

 A squeak of surprise left (y/n), however she made no motion to move away, instead, she timidly placed her hands against Snake’s shoulders and leaned into the kiss, making his previously closed eyes widen in shock yet they relaxed in relief when he realized that (y/n) didn’t push him away or scold him for doing such a thing. The two continued to kiss until the need for oxygen forced them pull apart, both looking shyly into the other’s eyes. “(y-y/n),” Snake managed to get out between breaths, “I-I lo-lo-love you.” The dazzling smile (y/n) gave Snake just made all the problems and rules of the world fade away. “Me too, I love you too Snake.” “Well isn’t this an interesting predicament.” Both hybrids looked to the double doors of the balcony and their breaths hitched upon seeing Sebastian standing there with an amused smirk on his face. “S-Sebastian, I can explain-!” (y/n) started, thinking that she and Snake were about to be scolded and promised a severe punishment for entering into a relationship without their Master’s permission. “There’s no need to explain yourself Miss (y/n), in fact the young Master had you two figured out weeks ago.” “H-he did?” (y/n) asked. “Indeed,” a new voice said from behind Sebastian, who stepped aside to reveal a passive Ciel, “Honestly, it was rather annoying watched either of you stare off into space with that ridiculous look on your faces when you were supposed to be doing your duties. Now I’m hoping that issue will be resolved since you’ve finally confessed to one another.” Despite his words, both Snake and (y/n) had smiles growing on their faces, which was until (y/n)’s turned into a playful smirk, “Oh I don’t know about that young Master. Now that we’re together, I believe we’ll be daydreaming more often now.” Snake playfully nodded to (y/n)’s claim. “Any slacking off and I’ll forbid this,” Ciel warned, causing for the new couple to frantically promise that they will not allow themselves to be distracted from their duties. After getting Ciel’s approval, Snake and (y/n) hugged each other tightly, relieved that now they had not to fear of what would happen should someone know of their relationship. Unknown to them their animal friends were cheering off in a corner with Alice and Oscar cuddling with one another and Shay and Emily snuggling as well.