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[chuuchuus-bitch]

Traitor

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ღ Character: Chuuya Nakahara

ღ Synopsis: You found a way to leave the Mafia and live a happy life with Chuuya in a place far away. But it doesn’t go according to plan.

ღ Category: Angst

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️

ღ Death

ღ Blood

ღ No Happy ending

ღ Dazai is a dick (I love him but damn I made him an Ass.)

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It wasn’t supposed to end like this. In fact, it was supposed to end with you and Chuuya on the other side of the world. You were supposed to be somewhere in a cute little house in the suburbs. You were supposed to be watching the sunset while you drank wine on the porch. You were supposed to have a ring on your finger and Chuuya beside you. You were supposed to be free. You were supposed to be safe.

That was VERY different to where you were. Now you doubted any of that would come true. It wouldn’t. You’re chances of leaving this place alive were slim, too slim for you to have hope. They weren’t supposed to find out till you were both on the plane sipping wine from flutes. They weren’t supposed to know you were a traitor yet.

You had been for almost a year. Your old friend Dazai making you. It was him who got you into this mess, and by the look in his eyes, you could tell it was his plan all along.

*11 MONTHS AGO*

You stood at your front door in shock. Your boyfriend was on a mission so when the door started banging at 3 AM you expected him to be home injured or something. Not an entirely different person. Not Dazai. He had been your best friend since you were 15 when you joined the Port Mafia. He was stood at your door, his new attire different from his previous black get up with an unfamiliar smile across his face.

“Ah good, I am at the right house. The slug isn’t here is he?” He asked, hands in his pocket with an overly happy tone to his voice.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You asked. You didn’t hate him as much as Chuuya did for leaving. You were pissed, sure, but you didn’t hate him. You were somewhat jealous he could escape the life of the Mafia and start again.

“I want to talk to you about something.”

“What?”

“Can I come in?” He asked, not really waiting for a response before walking through your front door. He knew Chuuya wasn’t home, if he was, he would have come to see why you were taking so long by now. You followed him to your living room where he sat down, a wide smile on his face.

“Do you have any coffee?”

“You shouldn’t be here.” You told him, already walking to the attached kitchen to make him and yourself a coffee. You remembered how he took it. It had been years since he left the Port Mafia, but you remembered how he took his coffee like it was tattooed to the back of your hand.

“Here.” You said, placing the mug down and sitting across from him, waiting for him to explain himself. You had seen him once since he left the Mafia, and you didn’t speak. It was passing on the street between friends turned strangers. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I wanted to ask you something.”

“You have already said, now what do you want? I don’t know when Chuuya will get home and I doubt he will be happy to see you.” You told him, a little chuckle escaping your lips at the thought. Dazai laughed a little as well, nodding his head in agreement. Chuuya was a very protective and jealous man. Seeing you alone with Dazai would cause a fight between them both.

“You want to leave the Mafia don’t you?”

“What has that got to do with anything?” You asked. How Dazai knew was beyond you. But you felt it was dangerous for him to know. He was a traitor yet he was still walking. Traitors to the Mafia rarely lived a day on the outside yet he was still standing. He was somehow a free man, left untouched by the Mafia.

“You were my best friend. I would have liked to say goodbye to you both, but you would have stopped me. I still care about you both and I have a solution to your problem.” He said, drinking some of his coffee with a smile. You did the same. What was he planning? You felt uneasy. This was really really odd seeing him again. He was acting like you had stayed friends like he wasn’t taking a risk by being here.

“I can offer you a way out. You and Chuuya can both leave the Mafia safely.”

“You know that’s impossible.” You scoffed. That was a dream that would never happen. You were both highly valued executives. You would never be able to leave despite wanting to. You didn’t think Chuuya wanted to leave, he despised corruption but he didn’t mind being corrupt. He enjoyed killing as much as you did, it was part of the job and watching the scum of the world die at your hands was satisfying. You were the law the police failed. You brought justice to the world when no one else would, even if it wasn’t in a moral way.

“What if I told you it’s not? I left didn’t I?”

“Yes. You abandoned me and Chuuya without a word.”

“I know…I’m sorry Y/N. Consider this my apology.” He said, avoiding your face as he apologised. You were torn apart when he left. He was your best friend, after all, he even set you and Chuuya up.

“What do I have to do?”

“Work for the ADA, we’ll protect you, then when the time is right you will both be able to leave the country unharmed.”

“And Chuuya?”

“Don;t let him know, not till the very last second.” He said, his cup now empty. You could leave? You could finally leave and get married, live together happily without the threat of dieing every time you went to work. You could finally be together without a care in the world.

“I have your word?”

“Always.” He said, reaching out his pinkey as he stood up. You hesitated. But in the end, you took it. Agreeing to become a mole in the Port Mafia. His opposite hand remained behind his back, now you could only guess as to who. His fingers were crossed.

*BACK TO THE PRESENT*

Dazai stood in the arms of two subordinates arms, two guns pointing at his temple. You were on your knees, near tears. He did it again. This was all an elaborate plan to get rid of you. Getting rid of you would kill Chuuya enough for him to quit, and without Chuuya the Mafia would surely fall apart.

It was a simple plan. The warehouse was next to a runway, a private plane sat on it, ready for you and Chuuya to get on. After getting Mori, Chuuya and Akutagawa there, Dazai was going to attack with Kunikida, Kenji, Ranpo and Atsushi, buying you enough time to make your escape. You would explain to Chuuya once you were in the air. But that’s not how it went at all.

Only Dazai came, laughing darkly as he looked at your shocked face. Chuuya and Akutagawa instantly got into a fighting stance alongside the subordinates you couldn’t shake off. He didn’t even fight or move when they Attacked him, pointing their guns too his head. You couldn’t hold back when you saw him.

“What? Where is everyone else?”

“They were never invited.”

“W-what?”

“I’m sorry Y/N. You became a traitor for nothing. You betrayed the Port Mafia for nothing.” He said, his eyes were dark. You remembered those eyes from when he would kill his enemies. You couldn’t do or say anything as you stared at him in shock. He didn’t care about you at all, he just told everyone what you had done with no possible way to fight back.

“Betray? What is he on about Y/N?” Akutagawa asked, walking closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You froze, his grip was tight and you snapped from your trance. This was bad.

“I-I don’t know.” You lied through your teeth. Mori walked in front of you. Chuuya was frozen in place behind you, his mouth dropped open slightly.

“Now, now Y/N don’t lie. Dazai just told us. Is it true?” He asked, You looked away, gritting your teeth together. This wasn’t happening. Dazai was just stood there, smirking darkly at you as your life fell apart.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Mori said, stepping back and walking off towards the wall. You watched as he walked off and you realised quick enough what he was about to do. Had you been a second too late, Rashomon would have pierced your skin and you would be dead. You jumped out the way, attacking Dazai. You didn’t care about defending yourself, you wouldn’t hurt your co-workers. The subordinates let him go and he fought back, dodging your every move till he gave one harsh kick to your stomach and made you fall. You hissed as you fell to the ground. Rashomon finally getting a hit at you, cutting your arm open. Dazai knelt in front of you and tilted your head to look at him as tears welled in your eyes.

“Why deny it Y/N. Why fight me when your co=workers are attacking you?” He asked, Chuuya snapped out of his own trance and made a move towards you. But stopped as you screamed at Dazai, tears running down your face. Standing up as best as you could with the pain erupting through your body.

“Because you PROMISED ME!!! You promised me we would be safe if I worked for you.”

“Exactly. You’re the traitor. Not me.” He said, before running. He disappeared out of the warehouse leaving you alone. While you watched you were knocked back to the ground. Blood pouring from your arm, knees bloody and streaks of tears down your cheek. You stared at the ground in front of you, crying and whimpering in pain. It was over. Mori walked over, satisfied now the truth was out of your own mouth. The three standing in front of you as you sobbed at their feet.

“I-I…” You choked out, receiving a kick to the head knocking you onto your back. Chuuya yelled at Akutagawa for doing so. He grits his teeth, you could see he was torn apart over this and his eyes showed faint signs of tears welling.

“Hey!”

“Shut it Chuuya.” Mori said, giving him a warning glance.

“Explain now. I might have mercy on you.” Mori said, You could tell by the way he looked at you, that you would receive no such thing. You were going to die and you couldn’t do anything. You couldn’t take the two of them and Chuuya looked like he was ready to kill you as well.

“I-I’m sorry.” You sobbed, Rashomon slashed your leg causing you to cry out in pain.

“That’s not what we asked.”

“He promised me we could leave…We could leave the country and get married! I wanted to be with you forever Chu…” You looked at him through tears. He was shaking. His fists were clenched at his sides, gritting his teeth as hard as he could. You weren’t talking to Mori. You weren’t talking to Akutagawa. You were talking to Chuuya, he looked down at you away from his feet. He had tears in his eyes and he was flushed red.

“Then you should have said so! We were allowed to leave Y/N! I was going to propose before I retired!” He screamed at you. Mori nodding his head. You cried even more now. It really was for nothing.

“I-Please…please don’t kill me…” Mori chuckled darkly.

“It’s already too late for that Y/N L/N. You know that.” He said, nodding to Akutagawa before walking out of the warehouse and away. Even if Chuuya got in the way, which he knew he wouldn’t, Mori knew Aktagawa wouldn’t let you leave alive.

“A-Akutagawa…please…please don’t. were friends right? you don’t want to kill me? just…just fake it…” You said, getting on your knees and gripping the rim of his shirt in desperation. He growled and kicked you off. It wasn’t harsh, it was more of a push and that slight movement made you fill with hope. Maybe he would let you leave, tell everyone you were dead. You could live the rest of your life in secret.

“Die with some dignity Y/N…You know I won’t ignore Mori. Begging for your life doesn’t suit you.” He said. He didn’t want to kill you any more than you wanted him to. Chuuya remained silent up till now, since his outburst he had been staring at the ground crying. He joined you on the floor, taking your hand in his and intertwining your fingers. You looked at him as he stared into your eyes. Both of you crying.

“Chuuya…Chuuya I’m sorry.”

“Sushh. I know…I know you are baby.” He said, taking your other hand and kissing it before lacing your fingers together again. You smiled weakly through a sob.

“Chuuya…I don’t want to die.” You said, he let go of your hands and pulled you into his chest. Your body shook against him. You were terrified and through your cloudy eyes, you could see Akutagawa looking down at you both, an expression close to sadness across his face.

“Dazai will pay for this.” He mumbled. You sobbed loudly again. That was all he could do for you. He couldn’t fight Akutagawa off, whether he won or not was irrelevant. The Mafia would come after you both for the rest of your life if you lived. All he could do was get revenge on the person who got you into this mess. There was nothing else he could do for you now.

“Chuuya…I love you.” You said, he nodded his head and pulled away. Looking into your eyes through his own teary ones.

“I love you to Y/N. I will never stop loving you.” He told you before turning you both around, your back now to Akutagawa. You saw the look he gave the man behind you. It was time. You nodded your head and leaned into his hand as he wiped away your tears.

“I love you so much Y/N.” He told you before leaning forward and locking your lips with his. You wasted no time in kissing back. His lips were wet from the tears that had dripped onto them and they were as chapped as they always were. He removed his hand from your cheek and took your hand once again. He squeezed it three times. He did that under the table at meetings. It was his silent way of telling you he loved you. You smiled into the kiss but never got the chance to squeeze back. Your world turning black, soon after.

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ღ pairing: demon!mingyu x demon!gender neutral reader

ღ genre: angst, mentions of blood and descriptions of death and murder and this is gonna hurt-

ღ wc: 1572

ღ plot: You were a ruler of the underworld for over a century, no recollection of anything from your past life until he arrives and finds you again, but this time it was different because he wasn’t human anymore.

ღ a/n: The long-awaited sequel/prequel to the one demon!mingyu timestamp is finally here!!! I think I really loved writing this since I came into hone with the overall story of it and Im happy with the turnout of it! I hope you liked this as much as I did, and the inspo for this oneshot for ten happening is based on this pov of psycho by red velvet!! dedicated to the homies @viastro​ and @omgnctchina​ <3

FALLIN FOR YOU MASTERLIST

Being one of the most terrifying rulers of the underworld was getting boring to you, seeing as though that the idea of everyone being in a state of fear because of your tyranny wasn’t the same anymore. You’ve spent over a century figuring that out, watching as you gave millions of souls every day different death sentences because of the sins that brought them to you in the underworld, including the nasty ones that you had to throw into your lagoon of lost souls.

You were bored.

Picking at your fingers and messed up skin from the amount of times that you were burnt from the times that you had to torture some of the souls with your firey powers, you wondered how much longer you had to stay down here. The reason for why you ended up here in the first place was a distant memory that you couldn’t remember for a while, up until you no longer cared to go back to the human world.

The sound of someone yelling breaks you out of your thoughts as there was someone new being brought in to be presented to you, the sounds of their anger and pain resonating throughout the room that made you curious.

Who was this person that was so filled with fury and rage this time around?

It wasn’t until the sounds of shackles being tossed onto the ground and a person’s grunts after getting their breath knocked out of their system that made you pause for a moment, recognizing who the person was almost instantly. Your heart was pounding in your chest loudly as you looked into the eyes that you were once familiarly in love with at one point, making your stomach churn at the sight of him after so long.

Here in the underworld stood the same individual that was deemed as the richest CEO that got everything because of his successful father up in the human world, the person that you once found solstice in because of his warm nature that you fell for.

“Kim Mingyu.”

His name easily rolled off the tip of your tongue as you stared into his lifeless form, unknowing that he became a demon moments ago when he woke up just right beside the lagoon of lost souls. The both of you were having a wordless match to see who would speak up until you did with your arms in front of you, your stare never faltering as you stood in front of your throne and looked at him.

“How did you find me down here? You shouldn’t be here, Mingyu.” You asked him, not understanding how the human’s soul was able to find you, the ruler of demons in the underworld when he should’ve been in heaven since it has been over a century since you last saw him, you think.

“I didn’t ask to be here this late, sweetheart.” He retorts while giving you a cold glare, making you think about what had happened the last time that you last saw him as you realized that he was right considering if he was already dead, then why did he not get here the same time that you have arrived?

But was he dead?

“Are you dead?” You mumbled while furrowing your eyebrows at the latter and watched as he turned around to show you the bullet hole in his chest, the memory of your last encounter with him as you were now remembering your past life as a human.

“It was your fault that I ended up here in the first place.”

You weren’t supposed to be here.

It was the late hours of 3 in the morning as you had snuck into the building of your boyfriend’s company, looking for the thing that you needed most at the moment because of the time that you were wasting. Papers are being rustled with and you were becoming more and more stressed as you couldn’t find the exact files that you needed in order to prove your parents’ innocence and to clear your own name.

Coincidence was what you wanted to call it as you were standing in the middle of Mingyu’s office in distress, knowing that you weren’t supposed to fall in love with him because of your morals. It was his family that ruined yours, making you have to scrape the bottom of the economy when all this time, they could have the answers to just clear everything, but you couldn’t find the evidence of it.

Where the hell was it-

“Y/N, what are you doing?” You hear someone say from behind you as you look at the individual in the eye with tears pricking your own eyes, seeing it was Mingyu, who at the time came back to his office in order to pick up extra work for the weekend.

You froze in your spot knowing that you were caught red-handed, seeing as though things were still out of place as there was nothing that could save you right now. There were sounds of police sirens wailing in the background from maybe miles away, and you knew that it must’ve been him that called him because he could’ve known about your plan the entire time. Did he?

“How the hell did you even get in?” He asked in confusion, making you want to stay quiet as you couldn’t bear to tell him that you broke into his office, only to look for the files that you had been looking for all these months in order to save your family from more debt.

“It was left unlocked.” You gulped, not wanting to explain yourself and you could tell that he wasn’t buying your act while he continued to step forward closer to where you were standing as he looked at you with a stern look.

“Were you looking for this?” He suddenly says while holding up a thumbdrive that you easily recognized, making you heat up in embarrassment and you knew that you were done for.

Of course he would have it.

“Mingyu-”

“Did you even love me?” He rasps out in disbelief and puts the item away in his pocket on his shirt as you could see the red rims around his eyes from how hard he was trying to not break down in front of you in the moment, and you were speechless.

“Of course I loved you.” You whispered back, your voice nearly cracking at the tears that were starting to to trickle down your face until you pulled out the metallic item that you had been hiding in your pocket in case it had led to this and pointed it against his shirt pocket, “Which is why I need you to give me the flashdrive, Gyu.”

He doesn't say anything as you continue to hold the gun to his shirt pocket and it was like a stare off as the police sirens continued to grow closer to where you stood in the office. It wasn’t until you pulled him close that you left one last kiss against his lips, one that you decided to give your everything into as you felt him kiss you back and pulled the trigger that was in your hands.

Time freezes as you watch the life leave his own eyes by the time that you pull away, your eyes glossed with tears as you watch the crimson red bleed from where his heart was located. There were no other words exchanged between you both, as you knew that he was already dying and you had to leave before you could get caught by those that were getting closer.

“It’s for the best, Kim Mingyu.” You whisper quietly, letting his body fall limp against his office chair as you made sure to have gotten rid of all traces of what you left behind.

And that ended up being your last moments before you were suddenly sent to the underworld after jumping out of the window from where you last stood.

Blinking back to reality, you wiped the tear that was slipping down your face away as you finally remembered that you were the one that sent the bullet to the back of his head, killing him before you vanished to rule the underworld once more for a century. You remember how his last words of finding you again to wreak havoc on you haunted you to this day, and you remembered everything the longer that you were looking at the demon in front of you.

You realized then in the moment as well that if he had just arrived in this time period, then where was he for a century?

There was no other words as you continued to stare a Mingyu, who was looking at you with the coldest look that could’ve killed you if it could, and thought about how he could’ve became a demon, unless there was a different circumstance that he could’ve chosen when he was on his way to heaven.

“Did you drink a demon’s blood?” You murmured with widened eyes when you finally came to the conclusion as to how he could’ve transformed, meeting his own eyes as he was now amused at how you were able to connect all of the dots that were right in front of you.

“I had to find a way to find you, didn’t I? Now we can finish what we started in the first place, sweetheart.”

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[project-ohagi]

Rumi Usagiyama ღ Miruko x Reader

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At first, the news had sent a surge of felicity pirouetting around your heart. Since the dawn of adulthood, you been quite desperate for a child, but whenever the subject was broached, your boyfriend would reel off some fantastical excuse as to why you shouldn’t try just yet. It was too early, he wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment - maybe later, okay sweetie? You should have realised his play, but you were naïve, drowning in love and trust. So you relented, shelving your dream for him, for the man who decided that abandoning you at your most vulnerable was fair.

It was to him.

To him, your relationship had been merely a farce. By manipulating such an innocent young thing as yourself, he dispelled the suspicions and rumours surrounding him. To an outsider, the hugs and kisses were genuine tokens of his affection. Even you had believed this, as foolish as it sounded in hindsight. Your support network wasn’t potent enough to destroy all the pain he inflicted. He left one night, and you had waited. You waited for days, feeling deep within your core that he would soon return. He just needed a little break, is all! It was big news. He just needed time alone to process it. Except…he hadn’t been so alone, and he never crept back into your embrace.

You would have forgiven him. You would have forgiven everything.

Finally, comprehension stabbed at you, and the turmoil began filtering out your excitement.

You were resolved to keep the child, provide the entire world and then some, all on your lonesome. It would certainly be difficult, but nothing was impossible. Not for a single mother. As far as you were concerned, that wretched man was a criminal, who captured your heart and sentenced it to the most excruciating form of torture. You wouldn’t let him steal anything else - especially the one thing bound to bring you joy.

What use were men, anyway?

Well, worrying for the erstwhile months was useless. Your boots graced the concrete and you clutched your eight-and-a-half month baby bump. You smiled brightly, through the aching pain of your back. Perhaps it would prove wise to spend less time tossing and turning amid your bed-sheets, and actually sleep in a comfortable position? You had never experienced backache like this before. Hopefully this would be the one and only instance. You looked to your phone, checking both the time and weather, and trying not to pay too much attention to your background. It was a close-up shot of the Rabbit Hero: Miruko, leaked to the media and quickly snagged by you. It was such an incredible picture, capturing the definition of her muscles and that pride-stitched smirk. She was something of a celebrity crush, you supposed - not that that would ever be revealed.

All of a sudden, your stomach twisted - a result of the harsh kicking from within, maybe? Or were these more of the dreaded contractions? If that was the case, then abdicating your afternoon walk was probably a good decision. You hastened toward home, hand still firmly attached to your bump.

"Hey, watch where you're going, you ignorant slut!" The voice was startling, not least of all because you didn’t realise someone had been barrelling down the street, in your direction.

You wanted to apologise, despite clearly being void of fault, but your stomach throbbed with agony. The challenge of simply placing one foot in front of the other was becoming greater, and you were tired. You barely had enough energy to stand, let alone argue with this man. A civilian standing nearby watched the exchange, and grabbed the man's arm.

"Why don't you watch where you're going? You just ran into a pregnant woman! What the Hell is wrong with you?" It was nauseating to see a stranger fight your battle, but you appreciated the help.

The man's agitation seemed to be growing. "Huh? How is that my problem?!"

"How is it not your problem?"

He liberated himself from the civilian's hold, just as a distant voice shouted, "Don't let him get away! He's a thief! Thief!"

Your saviour attempted to grab him again. "Is there a hero in the area? Or failing that, a police officer?"

"Eh…I think she might need a doctor, too."

A sliver of water - what surely must have been water, anyway - trickled down your leg. It was soon shadowed by drop after drop, but with your attention diverted, you didn’t really notice until a hero arrived on the scene. Your lips parted in disbelief. It was your idol, Miruko, in the flesh!...But you couldn’t allow her to witness you in such a sorry state. So you turned away, hoping that your company would get the message. They didn’t. Your abdomen felt almost like a rock, the contractions became more frequent and moulded agony on to your face. Someone yelled, wondering why you weren't being escorted to a hospital. The thief was apprehended. You groaned, water pooling underfoot.

A dam had burst inside your core, and the torrent showed no sign of slowing.

The civilian from earlier spoke to Miruko, pointing at you, in spite of your embarrassment. The next thing you recalled was being lifted into a pair of muscular arms, and risking a glance up at that radiant smirk. The pain forced you to hunch, and as Miruko whisked you away to god knows where (hopefully a hospital), your flushed cheek found purchase on her chest. The water continued to flow. Why was she still holding you? She must be soaked by now! Oh gods, this was so, super embarrassing! Humiliating, even! She was an extraordinary hero, someone for whom you held deep respect and adoration…and now she was carrying you like a princess, while your water was breaking. The journey lasted an eternity. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. She was very fast, so you actually reached a hospital in a matter of minutes.

"How far along are you?" Truth be told, you had expected her to leave the minute you arrived.

But you were still curled up in her arms. "Eight-and-a-half months."

"Damn! Why were you out on the street? And you got attacked by that guy, right? Well, I beat his ass for ya!" She led you inside the building.

"Thank you so much." A smile lingered on your lips, but your breathing was laboured. "You have no idea how grateful I am."

She laughed as a midwife practically tethered you to one of the beds. You had acquired your hospital gown, which would no doubt make the delivery easier. You didn’t really understand, but apparently the baby was coming? The nine month mark hadn't even hit yet! Worry seeped into your heart. Did something go wrong? Was this ordeal about to end in tragedy? Miruko's keen eyes latched on to your shaking form, her ears picking up on the tiny whimpers passing through your lips. She was childless herself, but could fathom the pain of labour, and the anxiety that accompanied it. But heroes didn’t allow people to suffer alone, right? Especially not the most defenceless. The midwives practiced breathing with you, slow and steady. Miruko followed suit, grasping your hand in hers and taking in big gulps of air. You seemed to relax upon seeing this.

You panicked less.

You stared at each other for a spun-out minute, just grinning and relishing in the warmth and the comfort. Until you started pushing, and you had to squeeze her hand very tightly. Thankfully, this woman was incredibly strong, and you were not, so it was more adorable than harmful.

"Come on, you can do this!" She stated, leaning toward you ever-so-slightly. "I'm gonna be here, and my hand ain't gonna snap off, so you can hold it as tight as you need!"

You nodded, over and over, trying desperately not to scream. There was a trace of blood, that Miruko was ready to call out, when the midwife told her it was completely normal.

"You hear that? Everything's fine! Just keep going!" She squeezed your hand back, the sight of you writhing in pain tugging at her heartstrings.

She stayed, out of more than simple necessity.

She stayed! That was more than could be said for…

Oh, forget about him already!

When the baby finally tumbled out, you sighed in relief, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Miruko's grin widened with both pride and elation, as if she was your birth partner. Maybe she was. She vanquished those small, glassy droplets.

"We did it!"

Did she…did she mean those words? They sounded genuine, they sounded…loving. Was it possible? Your new-born nestled into her strong arms. Miruko had the air of a triumphant parent. Maybe she could be. Maybe this wouldn’t be your last encounter. Maybe she would stay, be a permanent fixture in your lives. Wouldn’t that be something wonderful?

Fatigue brought your voice to a whisper.

A happy, little whisper.

"…We did it…"

Hurray…!

[Word Count: 1502]

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[svtxsoju]

01. crush that hangover! | dear miss soju

ღ Synopsis: College is hard. Love is even harder. Good thing the students of Mansae University can write in to Miss Soju, the campus’ very own romance advice columnist! The only problem is she’s never been in a relationship. Ever. There’s no telling what kind of chaos she may cause in the love lives of several of MU’s most eligible bachelors. Too bad no one knows who she really is!  ღ Characters/Pairings: college AU! Seventeen & OC’s, Pairings TBA! ღ Genre: Romantic Comedy, Slice of Life ღ Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol, underage drinking, mentions of sex, language, bad jokes ღ Word Count: 5.0k words  ღ Binu’s Note: ever stare at a selfie so long that it looks weird? ya that’s this chapter for me. there were just so many elements that i wanted to get right, but i kept changing things and now i can’t look at it anymore :c i’ll properly proofread it later, but for now enjoy!! i have some other content ima post later so i’m p excited for that hehehe anyway ya happy friday!!! 

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Monday, September 2, 2019 9:05AM

This was not how Joohyun had imagined her first day at The Front. Whenever she described this moment to Jihoon, she was very clear about the way she would walk in so confidently that the senior writers would wonder why they forgot to email her an invite to their 8:30 meeting. Jihoon, who relished in raining on her parade, predicted that they wouldn’t even know her name. But she had no time for his blunt realism, because she had been living as a made-up person since June and her corporate daydreams were the only things keeping her sane. She knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but she figured that once they saw her talent, everything would be just fine.

So it’s not difficult to imagine Joohyun’s distress when she just barely stumbled into the office this morning, nursing a mind-melting hangover. 

She should have known she would be a goner when the sports section interns had challenged her to a drinking game at last night’s welcome party. Her drinking partner, a small girl interning at HR, had only made it two shots in before falling asleep on her lap. For the record, she had still made sure that she was the last intern standing (although she definitely wasn’t the same bright-eyed freshman that could chug a pitcher of soju and beer just to spite Jihoon). Looking around the office, she felt a little relieved to find that the other interns were suffering just as much as her, if their slumped positions and pained groans told her anything. So much for giving a good first impression.

Joohyun was trying her best not to look like she was two steps from an early grave when she was approached by a big woman with a laptop in her arms. She awkwardly bowed her head to greet her, but the woman’s gaze never left the screen of her Macbook. “Miss… Joonyoung?”

“Oh, that’s not--” 

“You’re the new advice column intern, correct?” 

“Oh. Yes, that’s me, but that’s not my--” 

“I’ll show you to your desk.” Without so much as a glance, the woman turned on her heel, now typing furiously on her laptop. Joohyun followed behind glumly.

This was all Jihoon’s fault. 

“So, how’s your first day going?” Jihoon asked over his bowl of ramen. He flagged down the tall waiter and ordered a bowl of rice.

“Fine,” was Joohyun’s curt answer. In truth, it was far from ideal. She had watched longingly as all the other interns were assigned with their first projects, while she was left with an empty inbox. How was she supposed to write an advice column when there was no one asking her for advice? She spent most of the morning familiarizing herself with the previous entries of The Front’s dating advice column, the most recent of which dated to the newspaper’s May issue… from 1997. 

When her supervisor told her to take a lunch break, she had made a beeline to meet Jihoon at the restaurant near the cafe he worked at. Now that she was sitting in front of him though, she wasn’t quite ready to confess that her dream job was much more mundane than she expected. “Hey, wasn’t this a fried chicken shop last semester?” 

“That bad, huh?” Jihoon clicked his tongue. Joohyun sighed - she didn’t know why she even tried to hide anything from him when he’s known her for 12 years. He probably knew some parts of her better than she did. “Come on Joo, don’t give up on Miss Soju so easily. It’s just because you’re a little hungover. We watched The Notebook like five times this summer! What more do you need to know about true love? Do you want me to set you up on another date with that freakishly tall dude for more hands-on experience? Ah, speak of the devil!” 

“Thanks, Mingyu.” Joohyun took the bowl of rice and gave the server a sweet smile, which greatly contrasted with the glare she shot at Jihoon soon after. The server, a stunning boy with jet-black hair and tanned skin, stuck his tongue out at Jihoon. She waited until Mingyu went to the other side of the restaurant to serve a rowdy group of boys to whisper-shout at Jihoon. “Can you try not to expose my identity to the whole campus before I even get the chance to write my first ever entry?” 

“Ohhh, that’s why you’re sulking. No one’s sent you a letter yet so you didn’t get to do anything today,” Jihoon said. It sometimes got annoying how he could read her like she was his worn-out copy of his favorite sports manga.  She had to admit though, he did find ways to make it worth it. Like when he said, “I might actually be able to help you with that one, if you want. I can make a little shout out for Miss Soju on my stream tonight. For a small price, of course.” 

“You’re streaming tonight?” The girl perked up from poking at her noodles. Over the past three years, Jihoon had built up a cult following through Woozi’s Universe, a Twitch stream where he shared music made by the underground artists on campus (including him). He only ever released new music on Mondays, so tonight would definitely have a large viewership. Joohyun immediately went into her business pose lest she show how eager she really was. “Well, what would you like in exchange, Mr. Lee?” 

“I merely request that you pay for my lunch today, Ms. So,” he replied. Joohyun looked in horror at Jihoon, a petite man who ate like he was three boys going through puberty; today alone he had had an extra-large bowl of ramen, three orders of rice, and two cans of Coke. 

Then, she imagined facing an empty inbox for the rest of the week. Yup, this was  definitely worth it. That didn’t stop her from making a show of taking out her wallet, taking care to sigh extra  loudly. She had to give Jihoon his moment to revel in his triumphs, otherwise he would get grumpy. 

Jihoon cackled giddily. “Pleasure doing business with you as always, Ms. So.” 

“Pretty sure my hangover is coming back.”

“Oh shit, shut up!” Jihoon suddenly yelped and ducked underneath the table.

“What the hell, Jih--” 

“No, don’t say my name! He might hear you and then I’ll have to talk to him,” Jihoon whispered, jerking his head towards a bright yellow blur skipping to the back of the restaurant. “He’s one of my fans. He found out I worked at the cafe and now he keeps coming in to talk to about how sad his sex life is.”

Joohyun pursed her lips and peeked a glance over. He had joined the table of rowdy boys.  “Hmm, maybe I should say hi... he seems like a potential Miss Soju reader.” 

“Just pay the check already, woman!” 

The new interns at The Front were not the only students sporting hangovers that day. This can only be expected of the second week back at MU. Sunday night had been the explosive finale of a full week of department welcome parties, happy reunions, and lots and lots of alcohol. Some of the incoming freshmen were convinced that Mansae University was not actually a school, but a training ground for surviving as many shots of soju as physically possible. That is until they woke up on Monday morning and still had to drag themselves to their 9AM’s, suddenly faced with the reality of what college really was: an endless cycle of perpetual hangovers and school work that’s due way too soon. 

This was all good news for the new ramen shop on campus, which had been serving the hoards of hungover zombies since 10AM. Vernon, who was in great pain from the night before, had been ambushed by his roommate after his morning class. He was brought to the restaurant under the pretense of curing his woes with a bowl of warm soup and noodles. When he caught sight of a man in red waiting for them at a back table though, he immediately knew what was actually coming. 

“Hello Vernonnie,” Seungcheol greeted him with a sly smile. “Care to take a seat next to me?”

“Uh, not really,” Vernon mumbled, but he sat down anyway. He scrunched his nose at his roommate as the boy slumped into the seat in front of him. “Traitor.”

“Sorry babe, Seungcheol hyung promised me free lunch. Also, you’re one to talk, after you abandoned me to fend for myself last night--! Ugh,” his roommate, Seungkwan, clutched at his head, where a rusty hammer persistently tapped away at his temple. “Hyung, why did you do this to me? My face is gonna be bloated for the rest of the week. I have an audition in two days, you know!” 

“Hey, I did ask you if you were sure you wanted-- what was that you ordered? Oh yeah-- ‘the strongest drink that is legal to serve in South Korea’!” Seungcheol said, his eyes wide. As he got more defensive, he began to point his finger excessively at Seungkwan. “And what was it all for? To impress your new crush?” 

“I am way too hungover to get lectured by a couple of hypocrites,” Seungkwan grumbled. “I was trying to get some inspiration, you know, a drunken spark of genius! How else am I supposed to figure out how to confess to them?”

“Okay, I wasn’t actually asking,” Seungcheol ignored Seungkwan’s offended gasp in favor of turning his attention to a fidgeting Vernon. His cherry red lips now returned to its wide grin. “I am here to discuss where our dearest Vernon went off to last night.” 

“Um.” Vernon answered with a nervous smile. “I just went home early--”

“Bullshit!” Seungkwan looked absolutely scandalized. “It wasn’t enough to abandon me, so now you’re lying too? I don’t know if I can take much more of this!” 

Vernon had only officially known Seungkwan for two whole weeks, but with the way the two had been inseparable since move-in day, everyone at the freshmen dorms had assumed that they had known each other for years and years. He knew that someone like Boo Seungkwan was a rare find as far as random dorm assignments went, and that not everyone was so lucky to have a roommate that reminds them to eat real food once in a while or a friend who’s willing to take care of them when they get their first real hangover. Just for that day alone, Vernon knew that Seungkwan deserved to know where he went. Plus he shared a room with him, so it’s not like he could hide anything anyway.

Seungcheol shook his head and slung an arm around Vernon’s shoulder. His grip wasn’t tight but firm enough that Vernon knew he was trapped there until he confessed the truth. “Look, I don’t need any details! I just wanted to make sure that you’re staying safe and all that junk. Also, I would like to know what base you got to.” He erupted into a fit of giggles, but soon cleared his throat to return to his investigation. “Really though, tell us what happened.” 

It wasn’t like Vernon didn’t want to tell Seungcheol either. Vernon’s and Seungcheol’s families had known each other since the two boys were in middle and high school, and when he found out that Seungcheol would be a senior at Mansae University that year, he felt some of his nerves ease up about moving out. Seungcheol had always been like an older brother to him, and was always there when he needed his help in high school. He trusted him! 

That’s probably why he subconsciously blamed Seungcheol for the pain he was going through at the moment. When the upperclassman had offered to sneak Vernon and Seungkwan into a party at the karaoke bar that he bartended at, the two freshmen all too eagerly accepted without thinking of any consequences. They had received no pointers, no words of caution. How were they supposed to know that bar parties were completely different from welcome dinners? And how was Seungkwan supposed to know that downing so many cocktails within the hour wasn’t a good idea? Most importantly, how was Vernon supposed to know that he would meet someone like her there? Vernon groaned into his hands as he could no longer resist the flood of memories from the night before, and leaned into Seungcheol’s shoulder as he tried to recoil from his past self. “Hyung, it hurts too much to say out loud.”

“It’s okay buddy, take your time,” Seungcheol patted his head gently and called the tall server over. Vernon continued to let out unintelligible noises of regret while the senior ordered bowls for all three of them. “How are you even hungover right now? I only remember giving you one drink last night before you went off with--”

“I’m not hungover.”

“Oh. Then what are you?”

“An idiot,” Vernon mumbled through his fingers. “A big, cringy idiot.” 

Seungkwan raised his hand, looking frantically between the two boys. “Excuse me? Did I miss the reading homework? Went off with who? Last night? What? How drunk was I?!” 

“Very drunk, but that’s not why you didn’t notice Vernon’s new friend. You were a little occupied with your own conquest,” Seungcheol stage-whispered from across the table. “Honestly, you two are wild. It’s only two weeks into fall semester and you’re already out here simping.”

“Um, and? I saw you making googly eyes at several ladies last night!” The higher Seungkwan’s voice rose, the harder the rusty hammer banged inside his head. “Ow.”

“Those were just my friends who happened to be ladies! Sorry that my eyes are just naturally soft and alluring,” Seungcheol said, batting his long, dark lashes at the boy. “What were her eyes like, Vernon? I only noticed that she had a nose ring. Couldn’t really see her properly while you two were ‘talking’ in the corner...” 

“The corner! A nose ring!” Seungkwan repeated and clutched at his chest. “Tell me more.” 

“We were just talking!” Vernon finally spoke, his face stuck in an embarrassed grimace. “There’s not really much more to tell. I just know that she’s the coolest girl I’ve ever met and I’ll never meet anyone like her again.”

“What! You two were talking for like two hours! And I saw you leaving with her!” Seungcheol said a little too loudly for Vernon’s liking. The server gingerly approached their table with their orders, setting the bowls down as quickly as possible before rushing away. Vernon noted to give him a big tip when they left. “Don’t tell us that’s all.”

“I just dropped her off at her apartment and went back to the dorms,” Vernon confirmed to Seungcheol’s horror. “I really didn’t want it to be just last night.”

“So... you asked her out?” 

“No.”

“You got her number?”

“No.”

“Her Instagram? Her Twitter? Her student ID number? Do you even know her name?” 

“I already said I was an idiot,” Vernon whined. “This is exactly why I didn’t want to talk about it. But yes, I did at least get her name.”

It was the only thing he could think of since he woke up. She was the only thing he could think of since he woke up. The way her eyes had lit up while they talked about her major. The way her lips had curved into a clever smile when she told a joke. The way her small hand had fit in his as they walked to her apartment. Then, he would remember how he completely fucked it all up before he started, and his headache would return full-force. 

“Dude.” Seungcheol fixed him with a stern stare, but it was kind of hard to take him seriously when his mouth was full of noodles. “Have you never asked a girl out before?”

“You know I have! I don’t know what happened either, okay? I guess I just froze up when she looked at me… then I just went home after telling her good night.”

Seungcheol feigned a gag. “Gross. I was joking earlier, but you’re an actual simp. Hate to break it to you like this.” 

“I think it’s sweet,” Seungkwan piped up from where he comfortably rested his head on the table.

“That’s nice, Seungkwan, but ‘sweet’ isn’t gonna get either of you laid,” Seungcheol chuckled. “Vernon, your girl was clearly waiting for you to make the next move. Trust me, girls don’t just ask anyone to walk them home.”

“I didn’t want to look like a creep!” Vernon sullenly stared down at his untouched bowl of noodles. “What am I supposed to do now, hyung?”

“Yeah, lend us your wisdom, O Alluring One,” Seungkwan chanted. “You clearly have plenty of experience from the past three years. 

“Like I said, I just have a lot of friends,” Seungcheol shrugged, then suddenly checked the time on his phone. “Oh shit--  speaking of friends, I have to meet one for a study session at her apartment in 15 minutes.”

“Sounds nasty.”

“Your mom’s nasty,” Seungcheol retorted with a provocative smile. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Boo! Then maybe you’d be able to think of how to confess.”

“Uncalled for!”

He placed several bills on the table and checked his phone again. “This should be enough to cover lunch, kiddos. I wish I could help you two, but I’m booked for the rest of the day. And the week.”

“But what if I meet her again?” Vernon asked desperately. 

“Then text me! I might not reply right away though. I’ve got two classes later and then I have dinner plans--”

“Another girl I presume--”

“Shut up! I also have to go to the gym before doing… uh, doing a thing. And then I have a shift at 24H.” Seungcheol stood up and looked at the distressed boys before him, his soft eyes more affectionate than alluring. Was he like this as a freshman? He reached over to ruffle the freshmans' heads. “You two should probably leave soon, too. I’ll see y’all later!” 

And just like that, Seungcheol was gone, and Vernon was once again left without any advice from the senior. Vernon was never one for dramatics, but his personal failures felt like a gray cloud of shame hanging over him. He began to worry that he was just gonna have to live like this forever, because nothing in the world was bright enough to break through his doom and gloom (well, her smile probably could, but Vernon was never going to see that again). The fact that Seungkwan seemed like he was about to Train to Busan his ass any minute now didn’t really lift his spirits either.

Lucky for him, the universe was not going to let him give up so easily. At that moment, a boy with glaringly yellow hair and a heavy camera on his shoulder bursted through the entrance. His smile brightened when he spotted the two boys in the back and he didn’t hesitate to bound towards them, skipping right past the server welcoming him in. “Seungkwan! I knew I’d find you here.”

“Dearest Vernon, it seems we have been joined by the lovely Soonyoung hyung. Perhaps he might know the medicine we require to ease our ailments in love,” Seungkwan suddenly stood up, all signs of his hangover expertly hidden. He smiled directly into the camera lens. “Hyung, would you kindly share your wisdom with us lowly freshmen? Pray tell, how does one woo the object of their affection?”

Vernon, who was well-acquainted with Seungkwan’s antics by then, watched on in silent amusement. If anything could distract him from his internal turmoil for a moment, it was Seungkwan; even if he was just spewing nonsense. What really made him crack up though, was the way Soonyoung (that was his name, right?) was clearly trying very hard to suppress his giggles. “Um,” Soonyoung managed to  cut in breathlessly. “You know I’m not rolling, right? Also, I didn’t understand any of the words that just left your mouth, but it definitely felt like you were putting some sort of ancient curse on me. Hi, I’m Soonyoung by the way!”

Vernon introduced himself and shook Soonyoung’s hand. Seungkwan could only sigh in exasperation at Soonyoung’s lack of culture (not that he was surprised of course). The boy apparently thought it was a good fashion choice to leave his apartment wearing a tiger print button-up. “I was  asking if you could help us out with confessing to our crushes,” Seungkwan said with a roll of his eyes. 

“Ohh, that’s what you said!” Soonyoung laughed until he was keeled over, clutching his stomach. Vernon and Seungkwan could only watch him with great expectation. When the boy finally caught his breath and wiped the sweat from his brow, he gave the boys a very serious look. “Yeah, I haven’t gotten any since January. So you should probably ask someone else.” 

This also did not surprise Seungkwan. 

“Excuse me?” The tall server approached them again, clearly giving them his best ‘I hate working in retail’ smile. “If y’all are done eating, could you please leave? You’re disturbing the other customers.” 

“I’m eating, I’m eating!” Soonyoung smiled until his cheeks reached his eyes, a power move that he saves for occasions where he found himself in trouble, which happened more often than he’d care to admit. Once the server let them be, muttering something about not getting paid enough, Soonyoung turned his killing smile onto the two boys. “Can I have some of this? I can Venmo y’all later, I’m pretty broke right now.” 

Vernon pushed his uneaten ramen towards Soonyoung, who looked at him as if he was the sun itself. The boy carefully set down his film camera and immediately began slurping away. Vernon nodded his head towards the contraption and asked why he was carrying it around.

 “Oh, I rented it before coming to find Seungkwan. I’m thinking about making him the subject of my film project this semester, since the theater program is pretty buzzed that he’s joining this year!” Soonyoung patted the camera affectionately.

“‘Thinking about?’ I thought I was your final choice!” Seungkwan blurted. The ramen he had for lunch seemed to have finally restored some of his strength, because he no longer clutched at his temple when his voice rose.

“I said ‘most likely’ choice! I just want to keep my options open,” Soonyoung responded with great care. He didn’t want to hurt Seungkwan’s feelings, but he was definitely re-evaluating alternate subjects at the moment.  “It’s only the second week!”

“This is why you’re single,” the theater major said in a huff. “Lack of commitment!”

“Hey! I am perfectly capable of commitment. It’s the girls that don’t want to commit, ” Soonyoung said in a small voice, and looked off into the distance wistfully. “I really hope Woozi does put out a new song tonight. Maybe he’ll tweet something soon.” 

“Woozi? Who’s that?” Vernon asked. At this point, he was just looking for anything that would fend off his memories, which lingered at the edges of his mind and waited for moments of silence to bring him another fresh glass of cringe. He was pretty sure that he had experienced well above the recommended daily serving. 

“Oh, he’s a Twitch streamer from MU! I was actually gonna say if you two are really struggling in the love department, you should definitely check out his stream tonight.” Soonyoung nearly wiggled with enthusiasm. “He usually promotes songs from artists around the area, but his self-composed songs are my personal favorites. They’ve been what’s getting me through this dry spell, honestly.”

“Oh, that sounds pretty cool.” It sounded like it was right up Vernon’s alley, actually. 

Soonyoung nodded. “You listen to them and you just feel hopeful to find the kind of love he sings about. I’ll send you the link later!” 

“Underground artists? No thanks, I think I’ll stick to Eva Noblezada,” Seungkwan scoffed. “I don’t really think a stranger can help me with my problems. They don’t even know me.” 

“Oh come on, Kwan. Let’s just give it a shot!”

Even after all his grumbling, Seungkwan still sat beside Vernon at one of the desks in their dorm later that night. They had opened the link Soonyoung had sent them, and munched on some snacks while they waited for the stream to start up. Vernon waited with baited breath for his distraction to begin; he had spent most of the day attempting to wall off any thoughts of her or last night, but it was kind of difficult to think of anything else when all of his professors only droned on and on about quizzes and homework. 

When a boy with fair skin and burgundy hair came into frame, he nearly sighed in relief. The streamer appeared to be sitting in a small, dark office only illuminated by his computer screen and several pink neon signs that hung on the walls. Vernon could recognize the faint outlines of several guitars and a keyboard behind him. The boy clicked around for a while as more people joined the stream before finally waving into the camera. 

“Hi guys, welcome in! Thanks for joining Woozi’s Universe. If you’re new here, I’m Woozi and I like to write songs sometimes. If you’re an old subscriber, I’m really sorry for the long wait.  I’ve been working on a lot of projects, doing some collabs - I’ll actually be releasing one of those collabs tonight and I’m really excited for you guys to hear it. If you have any new songs you want to listen to together, go ahead and leave them in the chat!”

As soon as the stream started flowing, Vernon immediately knew why Soonyoung gave Woozi such rave reviews. The guy just had good vibes and he definitely knew his music. Vernon was hooked. Even Seungkwan, try as he might to look disinterested, couldn’t help bopping his head occasionally.

“Thanks for the subscription @chweinggum! You just helped me reach my tenth new sub for tonight, and you guys know what that means. Time for the new song! It was really fun to write this with my collaborator, so we really hope you like it!” 

After spending the past hour just vibing in Woozi’s Universe, discovering new songs and artists, Vernon had really hyped himself up to hear the streamer’s personal work. If Soonyoung’s words were true, this would be the song that would truly heal his heartache, the song that would push him to forget about the whole ordeal. He listened in anticipation as pleasant harmonies played through his laptop speakers. But as the song progressed, Vernon did not quite feel the reprieve he was hoping for. In fact, he was kind of taken aback. The lyrics… felt like they told his story. Maybe not word for word, but enough to make Vernon stare at the laptop screen with his mouth open. What kind of hocus pocus, That’s So Raven, mind reading shit was this? The song broke down the walls he had tried to build throughout the day and left him vulnerable to its strangely upbeat and energetic tune. 

He had to admit that he didn’t hate it. The cringe from his own actions did not disappear, but the song helped him focus more on the moments that made his heart flutter, the moments that incited those pesky butterflies in his stomach. They were the moments that made him so hard on himself in the first place and the reasons why it hurt so much that he messed up. She had made him feel seen. She had done everything right. And all he wanted to do was to show her that he saw her too. He just had to figure out how. 

Woozi clapped his hands loudly when the song came to an end, bringing Vernon out of his deep reverie. “And that was Pretty U by yours truly! I collaborated on it with an artist who doesn’t want to be named as of now, so I’ll just say it was great to work with such a talented person and I hope to work with them again soon! Anyway, we know the lyrics are pretty cheesy, but let’s just say it’s based on a juvenile romance! I tried capturing that giddy feeling of liking someone and wanting to tell them pretty words but losing confidence at the last second. I’m sure we’ve all been there before.”

Vernon sat up, nodding his head as if Woozi could see him. After his song scanned his soul like that, Vernon figured it wasn’t impossible.

“I know that some of my subscribers listen to me because they go through these kinds of hardships. But I wanted to say that my songs can’t fix everything. Even I go through it sometimes and I need someone to lean on. There’s actually a new thing I just found out about from a friend - ‘Dear Miss Soju’. It’s a column that they’re gonna start publishing on The Front’s website, and you can anonymously write in all your burning questions about love, relationships, or sex. So if you’re having a hard time confessing like in this song, just know that there’s someone out there to help you out!

“Since you’ll be anonymous, you can write about your heart’s deepest desires, even if it’s a little freaky. Yes, I’m talking to you, user @callmesoon, please stop trying to tell me about your sex life. Anyway, I’ll put the email in the description for anyone that’s interested!” Woozi paused to laugh at several of the comments. “No guys, The Front does not sponsor me. But I can tell you about a company that does sponsor me. Hello Fresh--”  

Seungkwan closed the laptop and sighed. “Well, that didn’t help me at all. Soonyoung hyung said this Woozi guy was gonna make me feel better, but now he’s just telling us to spilll all our secrets to some other stranger. What a scam! Right, Vernon? Vernon?”

By the time Seungkwan turned to look at his friend, Vernon was already writing his second draft for his email. The boy sighed again. Maybe he could give it a shot.

The next morning, Joohyun opened up her laptop to find thirteen emails in her inbox. She smiled. 

Now she could get to work.

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[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.9

...Make a Friggin’ Lemonade

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)    x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?)    Word count: 3170

Summary: Steve’s dealing, so everyone else has to deal with him; Natasha is the one to take action. Again.

Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, unhealthy coping mechanism, sad sad Steeb

Story masterlist

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Steve couldn’t fight the smile creeping to his lips when he blinked his eyes open, still hazy with sleep, and found you beside him in the cushions. You were facing him, still deeply in the dreamland. On mornings like these, he struggled to find words that would express how he felt about you – they never seemed like enough.

In your sleep, you were softer than ever, missing the radiant smile and laughter that lighted up his days, and he loved this version of you, finding it equally enchanting. You were beautiful, like a mirage, eyelashes casting shadows on your cheeks, plush lips parted slightly, begging to be kissed.

Today, he resisted the temptation and only kissed your forehead. Still, you stirred instantly, releasing a content hum only few moments later, smiling as he retreated.

“Morning, doll,” he whispered, his smile growing when your sleepy gaze found his and the corners of your lips automatically curled up as well.

“Morning, Steve. Slept well?”

You gingerly ran your fingers through his hair, brushing his cheeks with your fingertips and he placed his palm over the back of your hand, keeping it on his face as his eyelids fluttered close at the tender display of affection.

“Always do with you,” he admitted. He wasn’t ashamed of that. He suffered from nightmares sometimes, but they got very rare when sleeping in bed with you – the feeling of warmth of your body against his chased memories of both Bucky’s death and crushing the Valkyrie away, at least most of the time. “You?”

Your hand slipped from his hold and he pouted in discontent, giving you a concerned look.

Steve would swear you seemed paler than just a moment ago. A worried crinkle formed on his forehead when he saw pain flash in your eyes, a bead of cold sweat running down your temple.

“It hurts,” you breathed out heavily and Steve’s heartbeat picked up, fear squeezing his chest.

“What does?” he hurried, sitting up hastily, looking around the room for anything that could relieve your pain, no matter where it had come from.

A choking noise had his eyes return to you swiftly, only to cause him freeze in horror at the sight of blood pouring from your mouth. His heart positively stopped as you grunted, repeating the two words driving him out of his mind.

“It hurts.”

His fingers tangled in his hair in desperation. He needed to call someone to help, you were bleeding for no apparent rea-

Steve’s gaze fell to your abdomen, bile rising to his mouth, his body jerking away on autopilot. Your pale shaking fingers were clutching at the object sticking out of your torso, right above your pelvis.

Accusing eyes full of agony starred at him as his legs gave out and he sunk down the wall; your irises losing all life, face white as a sheet of paper, your lips only red because of the blood otherwise deadly blue.

And weren’t the colours ironic. They matched precisely to the weapon that nearly cut you in half, still buried in you.

It was Captain’s own shield.

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Steve jolted awake with a gasp, tears already streaming down his cheeks, and he found himself in a sitting position, strapped to a chair.

For a second, his mind returned to the god-awful room he had woken up just before he sentenced you to death; almost instantly, the low hum of engines and the sight of control panel of the quinjet brought him back to reality. He struggled to remember where he was going and why was he sitting where he was.

“I’m putting a stop to this,” Natasha announced and Steve’s head snapped to his left to face her, her skinny figure dressed in her Black Widow gear.

She seemed unimpressed with him, her arms crossed on her chest, but there was a flicker of compassion, the emotion Steve learned to hate these past days, because he saw it everywhere he went – even though ‘everywhere’ only included the Tower, the quinjet, the other places he had gone because of missions, locations unimportant.

They were flying to Ukraine now, he remembered, hunting down another remains of Hydra that recently resurfaced. Well, shit. He needed to pull himself together.

“We’re on a mission, Rogers,” she continued before he could ask what exactly it was she was putting a stop to. “Actually, I am. You’re out this very second. You fell asleep, while piloting. You’re out.”

Numbing horror paralysed him.

Absolutely not. Not an option. Steve had to go there. First of all, it was Hydra. He despised Hydra, hated it with all his heart, especially since they— since-- and second of all, he needed to work. It was his purpose. The only purpose he had.

He straightened in his seat – piloting seat indeed – and stuck his chin out, voice determined, ignoring the quickly drying salty pathways on his face. “I’m sorry, Natasha, it won’t happen-“

“No, it won’t,” she agreed swiftly. “Because you’re taking another nap. Tony’s flying in-“

“No! I’m sorry, okay? But now I… I took a nap. I’m back at full alert. I can do this.”

“No, you can’t!” Natasha hissed, spinning his seat and taking the one opposite to him. “You’re staying on the jet and when we’re back, you’re having a vacation.“

“NO!” he snapped, his hands curling in fists. He had to do this. She didn’t understand-

“YES! Yes, you are! This is how you get killed! And frankly, that’s the worst way of paying back for her sacrifice!” she raised her voice as well, gesturing wildly, something so uncharacteristic of her.

The blatant mention of you had Steve grind his teeth as he unbuckled, leaning towards Natasha in desperate hope to shut her up. His stomach made several flips, red spots dancing in front of his eyes.

No one spoke of you. No one. You were his. His to miss, his to mourn, his to-- to-

“Don’t you dare-!”

“She told you!” Natasha thundered, jumping to her feet to tower over him, her hand flying up as if she wanted to knock some sense into him and then it curled into fist in apparent frustration with him. “She knew! She told you to go save the others!”

That was it. That was when the levee broke, the words he craved to scream into the sky finally coming out as he levelled himself with her – overgrown her, because he was taller, his shoulders wider.

“She shouldn’t have! She should have lived! But she never got a say, because I killed her!”

Natasha’s face softened, her shoulders slumping as his voice broke at the one particular word. Steve hated it, closing his eyes just to escape the compassion he didn’t deserve; what more, compassion that wouldn’t bring her back.

Nothing could. He had fucked up so, so bad….

He forced the tears not to spill, his jaw set tight so it wouldn’t tremble. He didn’t want the pity. He didn’t want anything these days and he didn’t fucking care what Natasha thought or wanted.

“That’s not true, Steve. There was no right choice-”

“And I did choose wrong-” he said lowly, only to be interrupted too.

“I can’t be a judge of that. But her death, it wasn’t your fault. I can’t imagine how much it hurts to lose your soulmate, but it happened. And I might not have a PhD. in healthy coping mechanisms, but I know for sure that this will cost you your life,” she warned him, stern and yet kind as she placed her smaller hand on his shoulder. “You need a time off.”

Steve gulped at the idea. He couldn’t afford that. He simply couldn’t.

“I can’t.”

“Why? Because then you’ll have the time to visit her grave at least, since you missed the funeral? Because then you’ll actually get to mourn her?”

“I do that every fucking day!” he spitted out, his fist hitting the control panel, leaving a visible dent in the metal.

“No, Steve,” Natasha opposed slowly, her voice oh, oh so soft in a way Steve had never heard before. It was making him sick and weak in his knees with the need to give in and let himself break again. He had been keeping it at bay since the day he had crushed the mirror, finding out about his supposed other soulmate. He couldn’t afford to lose it, especially not now. He had a job to do.

And Natasha was not getting it. It wasn’t a surprise. She couldn’t. She never would.

“You spent one day unable to get up from your bed and then you threw yourself into work. I get it, you want to drain yourself to just pass out the moment you fall into bed and sleep a dreamless sleep, but you can’t do this. You need to mourn. You didn’t get a chance to come to terms with her death. And you need to do that to move on.”

“I don’t want to.”

He sunk back to the seat at his admission, running his hand down his face. This was an awful place to have this conversation. Disastrous timing. It was terrible to have this conversation in the first place.

Natasha moved behind him, placing both of her palms on his shoulders this time. It was as if she was reading his mind; not having to deal with her uncharacteristically open expression was easier for him.

“I know. And that’s okay. But you need to.”

Maybe. But it wasn’t what he truly needed. He had a task. An order to follow. That was what mattered. That was what he could do. What he could control.

“She died because of Captain America. Captain America is a man on a mission to save lives,” Steve exclaimed, fighting to keep his voice even, trying to close off again. They would be in their destination soon. He had to focus. He had to push the dull ache in his gut deeper before it burst out again and crippled him like the first day. “That’s the only thing I need to do, Natasha.”

“That’s a load of bullshit and we both know that!” she hissed like a cat, fingers digging into his uniform before relaxing again and letting her hands fall. “Not that it matters, because this isn’t a discussion.”

“Natasha-” he sighed.

“I can see how much you’re hurting. I can, Steve. You have every right to. Believe it or not we saw how… how complete she made you. I get it that you’re pissed at yourself. But the only person actually murdered by you is Steve Rogers. He deserves to live and eventually, I believe you can be… not perfectly happy maybe, but at least alive.”

Steve couldn’t. No matter what fate had prepared for him – he couldn’t see himself alive like that again. It hurt that someone did. It felt like dishonouring your memory, everything you two had had. You had been his perfect match. His perfect, beautiful, witty, loving and utterly unique soulmate. No one could ever replace you.

Steve closed his eyes, feeling as a ghost of soft touch brushed over his new soulmark, mocking him and more importantly, mocking you.

“I… I got new words,” he choked out, leaning his elbows onto the dash, taking his face to his hands so Natasha couldn’t see him.

“What?”

He looked up, hoping to catch a glimpse of her shock in the reflection. To see how he had knocked the air out of her lungs, her arguments stuck in her throat. It would be satisfactory. Maybe if he pressed further, she would forget about this non-sense of pulling him from the mission.

His next words were as pained as sharp and cold.

“There’s probably someone else who is supposed to be my soulmate. Just like that, Natasha. Someone new. As if she was some… something I use and throw away, only to replace it.”

“Oh Steve, I’m so sorry,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “I know it feels like too much now, but you do deserve that. A chance-“

“I don’t want her,” Steve said simply, voice so full of hatred it would have taken him aback if he cared enough to muse over it.

“I know.” She really didn’t. She could never. “But that’s now and it might change.”

Steve huffed in frustration. Since when was Romanoff stupid?

“Don’t you get it? Even if I wanted her, which I don’t, I have nothing to offer. I’m poison, Natasha. I reached out, I tried to have a relationship once, and she’s dead now. Dead. I’m not doing that to another person.”

Or to myself was left unspoken, but clear as day.

“Sorry to break it to you, Steve, but that might not be your choice to make. If you have the words, you will meet your new soulmate either way,” she exclaimed dryly, apparently losing patience with him as well.

Good. They needed to stop with this oversharing crap and get back to professionalism. There was no space for friends in this business. No space for building any kind of bonds. People died on missions. Steve couldn’t say he wasn’t tempted once or twice. Just a little mistake, moving a fraction to late when dodging a bullet, running just a bit slower, stumble maybe, when running away from an explosion…

But then he always saw your imploring expression, deep sad eyes and he felt guilty at instant. Life was precious. He had already thrown away yours – it wasn’t any more his right to do that same with his, no matter how easy it would be, how relieving maybe.

And just like with his or your life, it wasn’t his place to take over another poor woman’s existence. He had to stay alone. Screw fate.

“Then if we do meet, we say hello and right after, we say goodbye. Before someone does it for us.”

Natasha scoffed, irritation lacing her voice. Steve glared at her through the reflection, barely seeing her. He hoped she could make out his expression.

“Really? You just… send her away?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”

“That’s not you being generous, Steve. That’s you being a self-sacrificing and self-righteous asshole.”

Steve grinded his teeth. “Natasha-“

“This conversation is over,” she announced, patting his shoulder. Well, finally. He breathed a sigh of relief. “You get some sleep now.”

Too soon. “No, I don’t,” he opposed calmly as he blindly fastened the straps again.

“Tony’s on our radar already.“

Steve’s eyes fell on the display on the control panel, checking if she was right. The very same moment, he felt a sting at the side of his neck, his hand snapping its direction at instant, catching Natasha’s hand first, feeling for the object she held and tearing it away.

But it was too late – the syringe he managed to rip off was already half-empty. He tossed it away sloppily as his limbs started feeling heavy, his head lulling despite his will.

He gritted his teeth to fight the dizziness, grabbing Natasha’s wrist and using it as a leverage to spin his seat. The whole world swayed with the motion, making him reach for the armrests to maintain his balance; he missed, the straps being the only thing keeping him upright.

He swallowed the bitter taste that gathered in his mouth, forcing the nausea and vertigo down so he could look at Natasha; she seemed a bit guilty? It was hard to tell with his vision blurring, dark edge closing it off.

His ears were ringing and hurting in the way very similar to when he had aimed the Valkyrie to crush straight down, allowing him to barely make out the words leaving Natasha’s lips.  

“And I wasn’t asking.”

“’sha?” he mumbled her name accusingly – or he tried, his tongue heavy as the rest of his body.

He must fight it. He had a mission. He had a task. He must-

The smooth material of her sleeve slipped through his fingers, darkness enveloping him like an old frenemy.

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“’sha?” he breathed out weakly and the spy pressed her lips together, the heart she sometimes doubted she still possessed shattering.

The look on his face screamed utter betrayal, messing with his handsome and worn features, glassy eyes full of unspoken pain. She could only describe him like ‘so fucking tired’ and the tranquillizer wasn’t to blame. This was an exhaustion gnawing his very soul; his body now finally followed as the simple word, the name of his supposed friend, slurred into one barely comprehensible syllable.

Natasha gulped, questioning her decision, the hurt and broken trust in his eyes shaking her to her core. She sighed in relief when he passed out and blinked away her tears that welled unexpectedly. She didn’t count on how much the action seen as treason in Steve’s eyes would affect her.

She had to do this though, there was not another option. This was the only way, even if it meant she would lose his friendship, even if it meant he would never be able trust her again. It’d better be their relationship at stake than his life.

She had seen it on the few past missions – he had been getting sloppy. His movements slowed down, his reaction time prolonging. He grew weaker despite his constant workout. The all-nighters he had been pulling out to avoid sleep and dreams of you were taking their toll on him. There were things not even the serum could fix and this was one of them.

A bullet to his brain or heart was another and it was an inevitable outcome of his faltering skills.

This job was only for the bests of the bests. No mistakes, maximum alert. Anything less meant death and that was simply not something she could allow when it came to him. She wasn’t happy about admitting it, but she grew too fond of Steve to let that happen. She liked him. He was an excellent soldier and great agent, a good person and a dear friend, when he wasn’t kicked so low he couldn’t seem to get up.

He mattered to her and that was why it was her duty to save his life this way despite possibly losing his friendship in the process. Sam had said she needed to confront him; the therapist probably hadn’t thought she would do it like this, but hey, she tried her best.

She watched his crouched form in the pilot seat, the ever-present tension leaving his body. He was going to have a killer headache and a terrible neck cramp with his head bend down nearly to his chest.

Natasha looked around, the cabinet with clean clothes caching her eye. She walked to it, pulling out two of his hoodies; one she unzipped to cover his torso. The other one she folded once more and arranged it to the seat before gently manipulating his head into a less neck-breaking position.

She smiled at her handiwork tightly, ignoring the cold sensation in her gut, fear of this being the last time she could get within ten feet distance to Steve Rogers, her possibly former friend. She delicately pushed away the strand that had fallen into his eyes, her voice barely audible.

“Have sweet dreams, Steve. You’ll be okay.”

As she sat to the other pilot seat to land with the jet, she hoped that he would.

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Part 10

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Thank you for reading! 

(The chapter title refers to the previous one with Steeb... and will continue next episode, stay tuned ;) )

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Kim Seokjin: Party

As the son of a noble family and an eligible bachelor Kim Seokjin was betrothed at a young age. Jin remembers crying almost every night because his future wife looked like a pig. He hated every new year celebration where he had to see her and take a photo. She had started making fun of his gorgeous face when they were teens. 

“Father I don’t want to marry her she is a pig” He stomped his foot upset “Can’t I choose someone I actually love, just keep your mouth shut and take the photo with her”

“Mother he looks like an alpaca and he is mean, he has been oinking behind my back” You begged. Your mother didn’t say a word and pushed you in front of the cameraman. 

“Now stay still for at least thirty seconds” the man called ducking under the curtain. 

“Why do they make me do this with you?” Slapping him across the face the flash went off and you both froze confused before you ran off.

You hadn’t gone back to a new years party since that is until you turned twenty, your parents and his were outraged that their children were not already married. You sat in the chair as your mother wrapped you in a dark rose coloured skirt and helped you into a navy blue jegori that was tied around your chest with a ribbon. Your hair was twisted into a braid and makeup looking very alluring.

Over the years you had grown into your body, you weren’t very thin but your proportions were much more mature. Walking slowly across the hall you, politely greeting other families and your mother smiled. “Wow Kim Seokjin looks Handsome today, I am so glad we decided to have your outfits match you will look so good together, come let’s get a photo”

You didn’t fight it, just wanting it to be over before it had even begun, you stood in front of the cameraman your arms crossed.

“You haven’t gotten any taller since I last met you” Seokjin smirked as he was now towering over you. “Not even a hello, are your manners still as poor as the last time we met, should I protect my face”

“Listen, I don’t like this as much as you do, so just shut up and smile” you hissed looking up at him, cursing your heart for racing at the sight of him. His eyes seemed to soften and explore your face, you were both frozen long enough for the flash of the camera, your cheeks grew hot as you turned away.

Min Yoongi: Lie

“The Tooth fairy isn’t real mummy,” your daughter said to you with a smile

“What do you mean?” You were horrified your daughter’s childhood wonder and innocence had been corrupted. “Of course the tooth fairy is real who told you that?”

“Daddy said, the tooth fairy, Santa and the Easter bunny are just Mummy and Daddy giving me secret gifts” She smiled “So thank you for the train set mummy I loved it, and the archery set, and the book of robin hood”

You sent her off to play with her toys in the room, making a direct route to Yoongi’s office where he was writing an important email. You were furious. “You told our daughter that the easter bunny, Santa and the tooth fairy weren’t real. What is wrong with you she is 4 years old, and you just” You were crying “she was my little girl”

“She is still your little girl, but she asked me why Santa only brought her one present last year and why the tooth fairy takes a week to arrive. Look I told her in a way that was gentle and she wasn’t upset, she said that she is thankful that we buy her the presents and that Santa shouldn’t get the credit for our hard work trying to make money for gifts. She said that it was weird thinking some man would come into our house at night to leave presents.”

Jung Hoseok: Maps

“Map of the souls” you read the icon confused having no memory of downloading the app. Opening it curiously. Music began playing it looked pretty fancy, you watched as it showed you a map of the world. 

-Click To Begin-

You clicked and it zoomed in exactly where your finger had pressed, “what is happening?” You tapped the screen some more wanting the introduction video to whatever game this was to be over. 

You saw a few dots on the screen moving around in a town, “you hummed and clicked on a barely-there dot and it smiled showing you a profile, you were so confused what was this game. And who was Jung Hoseok?

Jung Hoseok is upset. Try to cheer him up. 

-Send Gift-

-Send Message-

-Call-

You decided to send a gift, hoping this wouldn’t cost you money but what came up were real-life places. “This is Hoseok's favourite restaurant would you like to order his favourites and have them delivered, what the hell is this game?”

You ordered the food and sent it to his location. And added a message. “Hey try to cheer up, friend” you closed the app confused when a short time later you got a notification of a video. It was real footage of Hoseok receiving your gift. He got so excited. Cute. 

Kim Namjoon: First Contact

Namjoon paced back and forth, what was it going to be like, this would change his world forever. He was scared this alien thing was going to take over everything he could hardly breathe. All he saw was white coats passing the halls and the god awful noises inside. 

“We are ready for you now?” A white coat peeked their head through the door their voice muffled by the mask they were wearing. He nodded, following their orders. Being lead deeper into the foreign space. 

He heard the cries and saw you looking absolutely exhausted from the torture this alien brought. He walked over giving you a kiss before looking down into your arms to see the being responsible. 

His heart melted, it was his baby. He finally accepted everything, when the tiny fist caught his finger he swore he would protect his son with his life. 

Park Jimin: Grow

You were travelling through a black market website, there was something slightly illegal you wanted to buy but the seller was currently out of stock, you hummed ignoring the human trafficking and organs for transplant you scrolled past a picture of seeds, you looked. “Grow your own boyfriend”

You laughed and bought the product for fun. Not expecting anything to come in the mail you were surprised when there was a small package. Opening the package you found a packet of seeds, you read these instructions and planted watered it over time a flower started to grow, it was an odd plant so you weren’t too worried. 

The plant was growing a large pumpkin. You watched it everyday growing bigger and bigger until you had reached the supposed harvest day you heard a noise from inside singing.

“Hello?” You asked

“Hello” a voice called back “what’s your name?”

“Uh y/n”

“My names Jimin” 

“Would you like to come out now?” You asked cracking open a little, inside of the pumpkin he was sitting cross-legged and naked looking at the light you had made. 

Kim Taehyung: Sheets

Taehyung didn’t want to get out of bed, so in a moment of brilliance he was struck with an idea, he ripped the sheets from the bed. Running through the house to the living room, he began hanging the sheet and frowned. 

This wouldn’t work, he grabbed more sheets from the linen cupboard and started hanging them here and there. Even grabbing the beach umbrella from the garage door a roof. He kept working until he made a fort, he took some old Christmas lights and hung them inside. He went in and sat inside but it was kind of boring. 

Back to the cupboard he grabbed more sheets and extended his house around the television. He sat inside watching television but he grew quite warm. He wheeled the portable air cooler from the spare room and wheeled it into the space the tube of hot air he placed it out a nearby window. 

The door opened and he giggled silently in his extravagant hut. “Taehyung honey are these out good sheets” 

“Uh no,” you climbed inside and he gave a sheepish smile “I love you”

Jeon Jungkook: Sorry 

“I am sorry, I am so sorry. This is all my fault forgive me” He was clutching you to his chest crying harder than you were.

“One more push Mrs Jeon” You tried to muster up as much strength as you could breathing deeply and pushing like your life depended on it because at this moment it sure did feel like it did. 

“Congratulations, it’s a baby boy” Jungkook kissed you brushing your damp hair off your face, the baby was crying as he cut the cord and it only made him cry harder at the sound.

“Where are they taking him?” Jungkook was trying to follow the bundle. He watched as they did a heel prick the baby was crying tears pouring down Jungkook’s face, it took a few scared nurses to hold him back.

“Kookie I don’t feel so good, can you get the nurse?” he grabbed your hand and called the nurse over and she checked

“Uh Mr and Mrs Jeon Congratulations, you have twins, you have to push again for me, okay?”

“Kookie, it hurts, please I can’t do this again”

“I am sorry, I am right here. I love you. Your my wife, you aren’t weak. Your a badass bitch come on baby, kick births ass” Though he said the words so unconvincingly through tears had given you the strength to keep going. 

“Congratulations it’s a girl!

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ღ jung hoseok ღ part of the Soulmate Series

The small charm seemed to be missing the right side. It seemed a waste for such a beautiful piece. As Hoseok bought the charm, along with a silver chain, the elderly owner of the store told him the magic that had been cast on the object.

Pairing: Historian!Hoseok x Magical?Reader Genre: Soulmate AU / Reincarnation AU / Greek Mythology AU / Fluff Words: 3.4K Warnings: None 

Author Notes: Reader would technically be speaking ancient greek, but don’t read too much into it, it’ll ruin the story lol also, this is not edited... 

Three things cannot be hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.

You hadn’t meant for it to happen. To fall in love was not supposed to happen, especially for one of the handmaidens of Selene, the Goddess of the Moon. You were not expected to be chaste, but you were expected to devote your heart and soul to the Goddess. You were definitely not supposed to fall in love with her brother, Helios, the God of the Sun. 

Loving from afar wasn’t easy, but it was something you could have dealt with. Unfortunately, when the man you craved returned your feelings, it wasn’t as easy to ignore. The first time you met the God, when you were just starting your duties as a direct maiden to Selene, his smiling presence was bright and warm. You locked eyes with him, and it seemed the breath was pulled from your chest.

Over time, you realized he was doing what he could to be near you, to spend time with you. Eventually, Helios and you found yourselves having a moment alone in the gardens as the sun set. That was when you both confessed, and a promising kiss was exchanged. Unfortunately, the next day, everything that could have been was destroyed.

Your mistress was almost always sweet and caring. You had only seen her angry over someone taking advantage of another. When she found out about the kiss in the garden, the Goddess of the Moon showed the other side of her.

Tears running down your face, you kept your eyes on the ground as you knelt in front of her, lips pressed together. The dark-haired beauty stood over you, her pale skin and dress glowing from the moonlight above. The moon glowed the brightest you had seen, showing her intense feelings about what was transpiring between her brother and you.

“How dare you.”

You bit your lip and kept your eyes down. You were thankful it was only you two in her area of the garden, where the moon flowers grew. 

“You are a maiden. You are my maiden. Your purpose, your immortal life, is to be devoted to me. I am your mistress.”

“I’m sorry, mistress....” you shakily murmur. wringing your hands on your lap.

“Claiming to be in love is frowned upon in your position, but a God? Not just any god, but my brother?”

“I’m sorry, mistress...” you repeat, lips trembling. You wondered where Helios was now.

“I know what you’re thinking. Helios is getting what he deserves for letting this happen, as well. But, my dear, he’s a God, something that is needed to make this world keep going forward, while you are not.”

“Yes, mistress,” you whispered, the tears finally starting to dry. Sadness overwhelmed you. 

“Know your place,” Selene said quietly. You felt a hand on your head, the touch gentle. You lifted your face to look at hers, sad but firm. “This is a problem. You will have to be punished.”

“Yes, mistress...” You swallowed hard, avoiding her eyes. She nodded, accepting your reverence. Taking a deep breath, she took her hand back. You gazed forward, biting your lips, wondering what kind of punishment would be given.

“One day, we, the Gods, will be gone, reincarnated into the beings on this world, over and over again. I hope you two can find one another in another time, another place. But it will not be now.”

“Mis-?” you start to ask, frowning, but stopped when she brought out a pendant, a small silver charm, shaped in her symbol, a crescent. 

“When it is time, when it is possible, you will find one another.”

“But.. what?”

“It has to be this way, to protect him, and to protect you.”

Opening your mouth once again, your questions were cut off by the world turning blurry, and then disappearing.

“So here they are, waiting for the right time to be with their soulmate. Waiting patiently in this charm to be reunited with the soul of the god Helios.” The elderly man let out a sad sigh, gazing at the charm and the chain on the glass counter. In the glass was similar things, pendents and charms and other jewelry. The elderly owner took a deep breath and lifted his eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

Hoseok felt his own lips returning the smile, nodding toward the man. 

“I’ll make sure they are well taken care of as they wait with me.”

“Of course you will,” he replied with a chuckle. “Enjoy the sunshine and your travels.” He brought a wrinkled, crooked hand up to his baseball cap and tipped it ever-so-slighty with a wink.

Hoseok returned to his hotel, slightly disappointed that he hadn’t found exactly what he was looking for. The message said the artifact he had been searching for over the last three weeks had been there. Hoseok knew he had only a slim chance of catching the piece before it was bought by another collector. It was time to let his proprietor of this object know it was still missing. After that, he’d take a shower and relax with some local beer.

He’d had worst people ask for his services. His current employer was disappointed but understanding, asking for Hoseok to keep in touch with any news. Hoseok was also subtly told his time was running out, but in the most polite way possible. Feeling the pressure starting to weigh him down, Hoseok was definitely ready to drink a few bottles before sleeping tonight.

Lying in bed, freshly showered and wearing basketball shorts and a tank top, Hoseok held the charm above his face. It was now on the chain, swinging slowly above him. The charm, at first glance, was nothing more than a cheap sun design. With a closer look, though, there was something special about it. As someone who made it his life’s work to know about the artifacts of the past, Hoseok was unsure about this one. 

“Where are you from?” he murmured, frowning as he studied it. He brought his other hand up to hold it with both hands, running his finger over the face of the sun. He run a fingertip over a sharp edge, where he assumed something was missing. It didn’t take long for him to realize what was missing - the moon. It was obvious!

Hoseok grinned as he figured it out, chuckling to himself. He sat it gently on the side table, where three empty bottles sat, then settled back into the bed. He had to get up early in the morning to fly back to his homebase.

You found comfort in the endless night of your prison. Honestly, you had no idea when you were. How long had it been? Years? Decades? Centuries? It all blended together, thanks to the magic your mistress had embedded with you in the charm. The place you lived was beautiful, though. Dark skies with glittering diamonds above you. It was similar to the garden you had last seen Helios. You weren’t sure if Selene had meant it as a comfort or torture.

It was a little bit of both. You laid on the bed in the mock temple where you spend your time. The bed was comfortable, the sheets as soft as you could ever imagine. It was lonely, even with the few maidens you had been allowed. They weren’t real, though. Spirits, beings made specifically to be in this place. You enjoyed the constant night, with the sounds of insects lulling you to sleep. Sometimes, though, you just wanted to feel the warmth of the sun.

A tinkling in the wind brought you out of slumber. Blinking, you frowned, seeing one of your maidens standing near the bed, hands clasped in front of you. You sat up and slowly sat your feet on the ground.

“What was that, Peri?” You had given them names almost immediately. Your maiden softly smiled at you, then turned her head to the right, towards the boundary of your prison garden. You swallowed, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, and turned your gaze in the same direction. 

Your breath caught when you realized something was different. Where there had been an endlessly high hedge, now there was doorway, filling with glowing light. You squinted, not used to the brightness after being in nighttime for so long. After a moment, though, you’re eyes didn’t sting anymore. You turned toward Peri.

Tears came to your eyes as you saw all of your maidens there, smiling happily. Peri, Doris, Junia, Lyra, Daphne, and the other fifteen that had been with you since you were brought here. The lump in your throat made it hard for you to speak, but you took a few deep breaths to clear it.

“My friends, it seems to be time. The fates have decided the time is right for my soulmate and myself to finally be together. Thank you for being here with me while I wait.

The twenty maidens all bowed as one.

When Hoseok awakened, it wasn’t to his alarm. At first, he thought he was still asleep, dreaming. After blinking over and over again, you were still standing at the edge of his bed. A light yellow glow surrounded you for a few seconds, and then slowly started to fade. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in surprise. He stared at you, unsure as to what was going on. 

The both of you stayed quiet, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Swallowing nervously, Hoseok sat up in bed, his heart beating fast. He knew he should be worried, considering a strange, beautiful person was standing at the end of his bed. He wasn’t, though. Sure, he was surprised as hell, but he didn’t feel panicked at all.

“Hello,”  you finally said, your voice soft as you bowed with your head. After a moment, you lifted your chin up, tears shining in your eyes.

“Hello,” Hoseok replied, unsure. He lifted a hand up in a wave, then noticed the tears. Suddenly hit with deep concern, Hoseok found himself throwing the covers off himself and standing, making his way to you quickly. His hands cupped your cheeks immediately, his thumb wiping a tear falling down your cheek. 

“Helios,” you whispered, the tears starting to fall more. You held back a sob and wrapped your arms around his waist. Taking a deep breath of his comforting scent, you buried your face into his firm chest. Hoseok’s body seemed to know what to do, even if his mind was confused as hell. His arms wrapped tight around you, holding you close, face pressed against your hair. 

You smelled like a beautiful garden, the flowery scents pleasant and romantic.It seemed so familiar, yet Hoseok was sure he had never been in a garden that smelled like you. As he held you tightly, he felt tears coming to his eyes. It felt like something was happening, something that had been on the shelf for so long. 

After a long few moments, Hoseok reluctantly pulled away. He forced himself to take a step back, putting space between you, although he wanted nothing more than to keep holding you. Clearing his throat, Hoseok took a deep breath to calm himself, to try to get his mind to clear the static. You frowned, reaching out toward him, but stopped when he put his hands up.

“Okay, okay, wait. I.. I don’t know what’s going on. Wow, you smell good,” he interjected, having to take another breath to keep from letting you step close.

“You.. don’t know what’s going on?” you asked, staying where you were. You swallowed hard, bringing one hand up to your chest to lay over your beating heart. The other clenched in a fist to follow your wishes. “How.. how long has it been? How long have I been in the charm?”

“Charm?” Hoseok asked, glancing over at the nightstand. The sun charm he had bought yesterday looked different. There was a moon in the empty space he had noticed last night. He looked back at you.

“Oh, no. It’s been so long. Too long, maybe?” You seemed to be talking to yourself, wringing your hands and biting your lip. “You have to be Helios, that’s the only way the magic to unlock. I suppose being reincarnated so many times may have caused you to forget everything from our time-”

Hoseok watched, unsure what to do, as you lifted a thumb to your lips and started to bite at the nail. Without thinking, he stepped forward, finally, and pushed the thumb away from your mouth. You looked up at him, blinking for a moment, and then a shy smile pulled at your lips.

“What?” he asked. He couldn’t help but smile back.

“It is you.” You cry out in happiness, throwing your arms around his neck. Hoseok felt the infectious joy inside him, causing the world to seem the most beautiful he had ever seen. “You always told me to stop chewing my nails.”

“Sounds like me,” he chuckled, leaning back to look at you. This time, though, he didn’t push you away or take a step back. Hoseok studied your face. “I know you. I don’t know you, but I know I do.”

“Yes, yes, you do. What do they call  you now?” 

“Hoseok. My name is Hoseok. Yours? Wait... I know it...”

“______.” You say it at the same time. Hoseok’s face lights up.

“I knew it! I mean, i didn’t, but I did. I wish I could understand how I  know...”

“The charm. Maybe it can help?” You stepped away and reached over, picking up the sun and moon charm. You held it in your palm, the silver warm on your skin. You felt a slight pulsing of magic. Tiny, but it was there. Hope filled your chest as you held it out to your beloved.

He looked the same, but of course not exactly. His hair was darker than it had been in your time, which a more lean physique. He was still as beautiful as ever, with bright eyes and a flirty smile.

Hoseok took the charm from your hand, face scrunched in concentration. He held it in both palms. You placed your hands over it, closing your eyes, trying to connect with the last spark of magic. Hopefully, it was just the spark needed to bring back Helios’s memories. Taking a deep breath, you slowly began to feel the strings of memories coming out of the charm.

RINNNGGGG

You both jumped, the charm falling between the two of you to the floor. Gasping you heard the ringing again as you bent down quickly to pick it back up. Hoseok had turned just as you crouched, grabbing a .... something and putting it to his ear. As he talked into it, you studied the charm.

It was gone. All of it was gone.

“Oh, no,” you whispered, chest tightening with panic.

About two hours later, the Hoseok and you were standing in line at the security checkpoint at the airport. It was obvious you were over-welmed with the 21st century world, and Hoseok tried his best to keep you calm. He held your hand and held you close when he saw the panic in your eyes. He had tried to explain what was happening around you as the uber took your to the airport, but ultimately had told you to let him do all the talking.

Fortunately, Hoseok found a loophole in having a required ID, and got you a plane ticket back to his hometown. While this was happening, you did your best to stay calm, but your hands trembled as the rush of this world came at you from all sides. Hoseok squeezed your hand as you sat beside him on a seat. You leaned into his side, swallowing hard.

“You don’t have to worry about anything. We’ll get back to my place, and we can figure this out.”

“This world is ... frightening,” you whispered, closing your eyes. The bright lights and immense crowd noise lessened. You breathed in and out slowly, putting your face into Hoseok’s side.

“I know, ____. When we’re on the plane, you’ll be able to rest and ask questions that I hope I can answer.”

Leading the way, Hoseok got you settled onto the plane. He tried to explain what the giant tube with wings was, but you were too bewildered to listen. Instead, he whispered encouraging and soothing words as the trip began. As soon as you were in the air, you opened your eyes but avoided looking out the window.

“Are you okay, babe?” Hoseok frowned, worried etched on his face as he saw you squeezing the armrest. You jerked your head in a nod, but it wasn’t completely honest. “I get it, babe, I do. It’s frightening, especially since you’re... well, you. I’m here, though. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The two and a half hour plane ride was filled with quiet conversations while your hands were locked together. Hoseok answered the questions you had as much as he possible could. Because of his background, it was easy to explain the things that had happened historically related to ancient Greece and the world. By the time the plane had landed, you felt informed, although still alarmed with the magic of Hoseok’s century.

Hoseok wanted you to be comfortable. He saw how frightened and awestruck you were out in the crowds of his home city, so he decided to have an evening in. You let out a breath of obvious relief when he shut the door to large residence. He grinned at you, happy to have you all to himself. The last 12 hours had been strange to say the least. 

In the hotel room at the beginning of the day, right before being interrupted with the phone ringing, Hoseok had caught a glimpse of the past, of being with you and the restrictions that came with each of your positions at that time. It hadn’t been everything, but the turmoil inside Helios was transferred into him. He now understood what was going on. 

When you looked out of the window of his apartment, a frown on your face, Hoseok came up beside you and put his arm around your waist. You nestled into his side, head resting on his shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Stars. I can’t see the stars.”

“A downside to living in a city,” Hoseok sighed, squeezing you gently. After a moment of silence, he decided to admit what had happened with the charm. “I remember a bit.”

You pulled away enough to look up at him, a small gasp dropping from your lips.

“You do? How much is a bit?”

“Emotions. The love he... I ... feel for you. Frustration over the culture and idea of class status. Sorrow when you were taken away from ...” Hoseok was going to have to get used to knowing a past live was the god of the sun. He understood, on an intuition level, that it was true. There was no way he could outright prove it.

As a historian, Hoseok was uncomfortable with this issue.

“What about... memories? Of us?” you asked quietly, moving to stand in front of him. He looked down at you, a soft smile on his face. You were so beautiful, an innate goodness about you that had drawn him. Perfectly imperfect.

“I’m sorry,” Hoseok answered, shaking his head sadly. He took your hands, holding them between your bodies. The disappointment on your face was obvious, and it made Hoseok’s heart hurt. “There isn’t anything we can do about that, but we have our lifetime ahead of us, yes?”

At that thought, you grinned and pulled your hands away before throwing your arms around his neck and holding him tightly. You nestled his neck as he kissed your temple. Hoseok closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of your body against his. It was different than past lovers. Before now, he would have said he had been in love once before, but now that you were in his arms....

“Take me to bed, please?” you asked, your voice sweet as you pulled back to look into his face. Hoseok raised his eyebrows, a smirk coming to his face as you flushed, showing only a slight shyness.

“So polite,” he chuckled, leaning down and kissing you lightly on the lips.

“We never got to be together before...” 

“Ah. We have all the time in the world, now, love.”

#bts #bts fic #bts soulmate au #bts jhope #hyunglinenetwork #hoseok x reader #m: hoseok #t: fic #fic: hoseok #fic: soulmate series

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As I promised in my follower celebration post, I wanted to spread some love through a fic rec post! And now I finally came around to make it! ＼( ˵´ ♡｀˵)／

I’m sorry for not going into detail what I loved about them here or leave comments here, because I’m trying to keep the post’s length under control. All of these 17 fics (and 2 comics) deserve a commentary and a detailed recommendation post of their own and I hope I’ll find the time to do that for all of them one day.

Please share this post (and the love), so more people can see the recommendations. Also if you start reading some of these, please consider leaving the writers a Kudos and maybe even a comment. We writers love feeling recognised and cherished! It motivates us to write on ♡ The order in which I name the fics is random.

My Top Three Favourite Fics (all Multi-Chapters):

Listen, I love all three of them so much. I binge read them all when I found them. They all made me feel so many things and I might have cried now and then while reading any of them (for different reasons). Those are fics I would reread - I don’t even know how often. They are just so incredibly well done.

Empty Spaces Between Stars (WIP) by astudyinrose [ E | creator choose not to use archive warnings (mind the notes to the chapters!) | Victuuri | canon universe / AU canon divergence / fake relationship AU | 17/? | 185k ] Summary: Victor gets just as drunk as Yuuri at the Sochi Banquet, and they disappear together after the dance-offs. They wake up the morning after with rings on their fingers, and pictures of them kissing after getting married the night before are all over the tabloids... but neither of them remembers a thing. They decide to stay married for a while for the sake of Victor's sponsorships, and in exchange, Victor coaches Yuuri through nationals...

Dance of the Red Death by Strange and Intoxicating -rsa- [ M | no archive warnings (no MCD, despite the story dealing with AIDS, so read the FAQ and the tags first!) | Victuuri | canon universe / AU canon divergence | 11/11 | 80k ] Summary: Find something to live for.Viktor Nikiforov loved too much. What begins as a cough morphs into something that takes the shape of an unseen monster hiding in his very blood.  With the Russian government scrambling to sweep under the rug the worst of a crisis that's been thirty-five years in the making and a society that sees his disease as a death sentence, Viktor is left with figuring out his own way to survive.It starts as a way to escape— a youtube video of music and color and light, but quickly becomes something he never expected when Yuri Katsuki teaches him that surviving is not living. Yuri teaches him that living is taking the jump into unknown and accepting all that comes with it.This is not a story of anger. This is not a story of fear. This is not even a story of pain. This is a 21st Century love overcoming the obstacles of the 20th Century's politics of fear.This is a story of life. Complete + Epilogue + FAQ

Come Out of Hiding (I’m Right Here Beside You) by osaki_nana_707 [ M/E (not rated by the author) | creator choose not to use archive warnings (check the tags & notes!) | Victuuri | Music AU / Actors AU / Broadway AU | 33/33 | 84k ] Summary: After forgetting the words to his song during a vocal competition as a teenager, Yuuri Katsuki decided singing was not for him. Instead he went to NYU to study English. He never expected Viktor Nikiforov, Broadway star extraordinaire looking to direct his first production on the stage, would ever find his up-and-coming lead... in him.

Humour/Comedy (oneshots):

All of them brought me to tears, made me wheeze and lose my voice completely - that’s how much I had to laugh. If you have difficulties with second-hand embarrassment and it ruins the fun for you, then maybe skip “Bottom’s Up”.

Nikiforov’s Law by LavenderProse [ T | no warnings | Victuuri | CSI AU | 8.1k ] Summary: “I’m a garbage monster,” Yuuri tells Phichit, staring at Viktor through the glass walls of the lab. Viktor has not been in the same room with him since what the denizens of the lab are now calling The Belle Isle Incident. “He looks at me and he thinks dumpster decomp and swamp. I hate my life.” “You’re a very pretty garbage monster,” says Phichit, watching a centrifuge work. “A garbage monster he wants to fuck.” Yuuri Katsuki is a dime a dozen CSI with the Detroit Crime Lab who has never had a conversation with Detective Viktor Nikiforov that did not end in disaster. He's beginning to think that the entire universe is conspiring to make him a fool in front of handsome blond detectives. The universe is doing nothing to prove him wrong.

The Unknown Unknown by opalish [ T | no warnings | Victuuri | Superhero AU | 7.4k ] Summary: Yuuri never meant to become a supervillain.  These things just happen to him.

Night is Young and the Music’s High by opalish [ T | no warnings | Victuuri | post canon | 3k ] Summary: “Best press conference ever,” the Japanese Nationals silver medalist says when asked.  “Ten out of ten, would medal again.” “I would die for Katsuki-kun,” Minami declares, with terrifying sincerity.

The Katsulanont Guide To Life (series of oneshots) by xylophones [ G/T | no warnings | Yuuri & Phichit (friendship) | pre canon | 4.2k / 3k ] Summary: College life shenanigans brought to you by Yuuri and Phichit!

Bottom’s Up by lucycamui and cryingoverspilledvodka [ T | no warnings | Victuuri | Sochi GPF banquet | 3.3k ] Summary: At the Grand Prix banquet, Victor’s been asked to sign an autograph for a very enthusiastic fan. Unfortunately, there’s a distinct lack of paper around. Fortunately, Yuuri has a suggestion. Alternatively titled, “Ever Seen An Ass So Fine You Had To Sign It ‘Mine’? or "Autograph Me (Wherever You’d Like)”

Canon Universe (oneshots): 

Here’s some Fluff-therapy coming your way ღゝ◡╹ )ノ♡

Pink Leopard Print Pajamas by thishasbeencary [ G | no warnings | Victor & Yuri P. (friendship) | pre canon / developing friendship / cute tiny Yura and Victor fluff | 3.3k ] Summary: Yakov told Viktor that he had to socialize with more skaters. He didn't mean the ones who were too young to even compete as juniors. But he wasn't going to stop his top skater from inviting ten-year-old Yuri Plisetsky over to spend the night. He just... sort of thought that Yuri would refuse.

The Boy Who Watched by Rosie_Rues [ T | no warnings | Victuuri | pre canon | 12.5k ] Summary: Despite the fact they've been competing in the same competitions for years, Victor Nikiforov doesn't meet Katsuki Yuuri until the Sochi Grand Prix Final. On the other hand, there's a boy who's been watching him for years and Victor's desperate to know his name.In which Victor pines, everybody drinks too much, and Yakov deserves a sainthood for putting up with these idiots. Basically, it's a decade's worth of near misses, misunderstandings, and pure obliviousness.

Something So Wholesome About You by crossroadswrite [ G | no warnings | Victuuri | canon divergence AU / Vicchan lives | 3.5k ] Summary: It was supposed to be his year. He was supposed to-Celestino stops talking and squeezes his shoulder. Yuuri looks up at him, opens his mouth to say something when someone says his name. He freezes, holds his breath for a full second against the painfully familiar voice, not daring to hope. Then, very slowly, he turns towards the source, eyes going wide with disbelieve. “Mari?” (Or: in which Vicchan lives, Yuuri doesn't quite fail and doesn't quite get drunk, but manages to accidentally woo Victor Nikiforov anyway.)

The Way to a Man’s Heart-Shaped Smile by La_Temperanza [ T | no warnings | Victuuri | post canon | 6.1k ] Summary: In fact, it’s probably faster to list the foods that Viktor doesn’t like than all the ones he does. Except, Yuuri realizes one evening after he and Viktor are sharing a platter of gyoza and play-fighting for the last one--which Viktor wins, only because he cheated by tickling Yuuri’s ribs--he doesn’t know the answer to that, leaving a huge gaping hole in his Viktor Nikiforov database.This obviously needs to be rectified. (Or the one where Yuuri seduces Viktor with food without realizing it.)

Alternate Universe settings (oneshots):

A wild mix, but all are highly recommended!

Duetto Appassionato by astudyinrose [ E | creator chose not to use archive warnings | Victuuri | classical music AU / musician AU | 9.9k ] Summary: Yuuri Katsuki, 23, has been the Detroit Symphony Orchestra’s ace pianist for the past two years. Victor Nikiforov, violinist extraordinaire and living legend of the orchestral world, is the guest soloist for the DSO’s winter series. He asks Yuuri to play a duet he composed, titled On Love: Eros. Basically, this is shameless smutty musician au one shot (it was supposed to be a PWP, but I couldn’t resist adding in some plot) based on the Yuri!!! On Concert art that just came out. Enjoy!

Puppy Love by minsyah [ T | no warnings | Victuuri | neighbors AU / meet-cute | 15.7k ] Summary: Vicchan has a crush on their neighbor across the balcony, and so does his owner. Yuuri, certified Dog-Dad™, will do anything for his beloved poodle—even if that means constantly embarrassing himself in front of his devastatingly attractive neighbor.

Send Your Cutest Delivery Boy by domokunrainbowkinz [ G | no warnings | Victuuri | college AU / meet-cute | 2.5k ] Summary: Victor orders pizza and puts "send your cutest delivery boy" in the special instructions box, and Domino's does, indeed, send their cutest delivery boy. Based off this.

If This City Will Bloom by RennieOnIceCream (Hitsugi_Zirkus) [ G | creator chose not to use archive warnings | Victuuri | magical realism / Flower Spirit!Yuuri | 9k ] Summary: “Viktor, do you know what cherry blossoms mean?” “What they mean?” Viktor tilts his head, surprised at the sudden question. “They can mean beauty. Or a good education. Cherry blossoms generally bloom around the time the new school year starts.” Yuuri’s eyes are unwavering on Viktor, and the colors shift in the dark irises again. “But they also mean impermanence.” Impermanence -- transient. Not lasting forever.The word sends a ripple of fear through Viktor. (Or, the story where Viktor accidentally brings home a cherry blossom spirit from Japan, and his life and heart are turned upside-down.)

A Midwinter Night’s Dream (part one of a series, I’m still praying it gets continued) by persephoneggsy [ G | no warnings | Victuuri | fairy AU / fantasy AU | 7.1k ] Summary: Victor Nikiforov, Prince of the Fae Realm, meets a young blue fairy and thinks nothing of it. But then the years pass, and he meets him again.

Comics:

Because why not?!

My Reasons (WIP) by adreamorasong-art [ T (maybe E in the future) | no warnings | Victuuri | canon compliant / canon retelling ] This is an amazing comic series by my friend Mari. She draws in realistic style and completely retells season 1 (with added, missing scenes).

Bright Star by butleronice [ G | MCD (but apparently not what one would think) | Victuuri | galactic AU ] There is an accompanying fic. (I haven’t read that one yet.) Summary: Yuuri is a star, sparkling brilliantly in some far reaches of the galaxy. One day, his lonely life is changed, when a dazzling and brilliant comet enters his orbit.

Unfortunately I barely had time to read anything lately and my to-read list is... scaringly long by now. I’m thinking of making a similar post to this one, but with fics that I can’t wait to read! Anyway, you can find even more fics in my ao3 bookmarks, which I use to recommend fics. If you want to, you’re more than welcome to read my stuff as well. (ღ ´◡`)ノ♡

#yuri on ice #yoi fanfics #victuuri #my fanfic recommendations #long post #SHARE ALL THE LOVE #1k followers celebration #thank you all so much! <3

[coeurxdor]

✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played♫ ━ a small playlist for a muse of your choiceღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?✄ ━ do you have any artistic abilities? If so, what can you do?

✮ ━ top three favorite muses that you’ve played 

dorcas is one of my favs lmao but her aside…. uhhh…  honestly i’m someone who generally creates a character for LIFE ( i’ve been writing some characters for nearly a decade now ) so… this isn’t easy. i’ll say  neal brar (oc), kitsey greyson (oc, i never get to write her and it’s such a shame), and valentina salgado (oc) ok fuck also tiberius ogden (oc) and malena bedford (oc) i can’t leave either of them out. 

 ✄ ━ do you have any artistic abilities? If so, what can you do?

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ღ ━ favorite canon ships for your muse(s). are there any you dislike?

dorcas with any of the marauders like………………………. no thanks. never, thanks. ( MAYBE with james or peter in some au, but it’s a pretty massive maybe ). or like ships with death eaters that are completely random and have zero solid/logical foundations. 

otherwise, i’m super open with ships. i’m primarily plot based, even with my ships to be honest. i’ve been in situations where dorcas had chemistry with another character  but the plots me and the other player came up, ship-wise, just didn’t speak to me at all so even though we were supposed to “ship” because our characters had chemistry or w/e, i wasn’t really up for it.

i’ve had some nice ships with ocs from historical verses, modern royalty, and x-men verses. 

in the harry potter universe, i’ve had ships with a bunch of ocs and minor canons. think it, i’ve probably done it. i’ve had ships with muggle characters, death eaters (members or leaning), order members, journalists, diplomats, hit wizards, inventors, celebrities, etc.

all of these are old as shit and i haven’t talked to my partners in ages but thus far my most well plotted out + favourite ships/ship plots have been with:

gideon prewett - it was a friends turned lovers ship, but it was very complicated as it developed over the course of a solid 5 years and with the war gideon developed a drinking problem and there were many other mini sub-plots… it was… great, but MY kind of great with lots of character development and slow burn and it ended with them going “ok we can figure this out we’ll make a proper effort” and then gideon died like a week later lmao. ( we had a star wars au for this too )

evan rosier - met at school. they were just kids. he stopped talking to her when he was 12 because he found out she was a halfblood and she absolutely didn’t put up with his nonsense. two years later they had the chance to talk about it… and they were unable to stop talking since then, behind doors that is. they always had a very peculiar dynamic, meeting in the middle in certain aspects, being ruled by their education and backgrounds in others, and above all showing each other two very different perspectives of what would become a war ( and, in their own ways, they used the knowledge they got from each other as a sort of leverage later on - knowledge is power, so it goes ). after graduation they grew apart, then close again, then he tried to pull some really stupid things after he got married and their dynamic deteriorated considerably after that and as the war progressed. there was always going to be something there even if only given to how much they shared with each other, but i was very open about dorcas not having romantic feelings for him anymore ( and gd knows having them in the first place was an identity crisis as it was ) but my partner at the time told me he would continue to have feelings for her which made the whole dynamic even more interesting. there was always tension, and angst, and power dynamics and one time they did exchange war related information once ( they never said where their affiliations lied, but they didn’t need to at that point, to either of them it was blatantly clear ) but it was on a very particular case concerning the murder of a diplomat where both the order and the death eaters were being blamed when neither side had been involved. 

an oc auror  AND I APOLOGIZE BUT YOU’LL ALL HAVE TO PUT UP WITH ME WITH THIS ONE BC IT WAS ONE OF MY FAV DYNAMICS AND I LOVE AND MISS IT DEARLY. they met while she was still studying to be a healer, he asked her out she said yes but then life happened and they never did get to go on that date. fast-forward a year she’s working at the ministry as a secretary like five desks away from him, huffing at aurors and hit wizards for not filling their reports correctly and no she’s not going to bloody write them for you. he was awkward and self-conscious about it but there were no hard feelings about the failed date (dorcas had literally just joined the order so she had a lot on her plate anyway). very gradually they got talking, hooked up, it turned into a “oh no don’t worry about it it was nothing serious we were just blowing off some steam” which turned into “oh crap im falling in love” and eventually they started dating and it was the most wonderful thing in the world… and then like 6 months into it dorcas broke up with him because it was, like, early 1979 and every time they got together he ended up talking poorly of the order ( they broke up when, one day, he was trashing the order after, unbeknownst to him, the order had saved his ass and his partner’s ass and dorcas was just sitting there with the damn take out he had brought thinking “i really did this to myself huh fuck my entire life i have to end this”. they ended things abruptly and still very much in love. ) fast-forward some months he ends up reaching out to her somewhat awkwardly because he doesn’t know who to talk to ( he was a person of strong convictions but very private and he had grown very used to being able/feeling comfortable talking to her ). what did he want to get off his chest? that he had just discovered he had child. some 3 year old girl. the mother kept him in the dark about their daughter ( her reasons were that she didn’t think he was ever going to make a good father due to how much of a workaholic he was ) and he stumbled on the information. he ended up admitting to dorcas he desperately wanted to have a relationship with the child but didn’t know how to and long story short they started dating again, so painfully gradually and casually. dorcas wasn’t always present when he was with his daughter, but she was far from a stranger to the little girl. however, by mid 1980 the war was at its peak and dorcas was leading like 4 parallel lives and going to too many funerals - she was running on fumes and she did have an emotional breakdown once in front of him one time but it was after his daughter caught dragon pox and he assumed she was just overwhelmed and being sensitive ( he was so thrown off that while he was anxious himself he even went as far as cracking a joke about how she was the one who usually kept it together ). in early 1981 he started seeing his daughter more regularly, there was an unofficially joint custody thing going, and he wanted to take their relationship to the next level. not marriage by any means just, something more tangible and sure and clear, primarily because he didn’t want to have someone in his daughter’s life who would just not be in it for the long run. so they sat down and he told her everything that was going on inside his head, he said that it wasn’t that he didn’t trust her to be around he just needed to have the conversation with her… and dorcas was sitting there thinking “yes, this is something i want, this doesn’t scare me, this makes me happy, i love this person and i love that little girl like she was mine and i want to grow to love her and her father even more.” so she said she didn’t. she said she wasn’t interested; that he had read her wrong. she thought of the two broken ribs she had some weeks prior and how edgar and his wife and their children were six feet under. they parted away, never spoke again, and she was murdered like 5 months later in july/august. i shared ideas and hcs, but, as an active contributing writer, the story ended here for me. however, the way my former roleplay partner wrote what happened after dorcas’ death goes like this:years later, he ended up marrying the mother of his child ( they were able to reconnect in a healthy way because of how much character development he experienced while dating dorcas ). they had two other children.  around twenty years later, the dust of the second war settling and previously private information about both wars was gradually becoming public. one morning his eldest daughter was reading the newspaper and she casually asked mom and dad, sitting at the table with her, if they knew anyone who fought in the first war. they both mentioned a handful of hit wizards and aurors, and that was that - she closed the newspaper dismissively and left to meet with friends. it was summer. i can’t remember if it was later that day or the day after, but he asked her what had prompted her to ask such question and she said there was a face in the newspaper that seemed familiar. he asked her the name of the person, she couldn’t remember only that it was “funny but familiar”, and as she went to get the newspaper she continued that that neither he nor mom had said it. he got his glasses, she opened the newspaper for him in the multi-page article about new information from the first war and pointed at one of the several small moving photographs - the penny dropped as he recognized the face right away.a lot of things made sense after he found out dorcas was a member of the order, it was, in a way a relief for him to discover it because it filled in a lot of blanks ( and it made him feel better in the sense that no, he hadn’t been the problem in their relationship )… but on the other hand it was also highly bittersweet and conflicting, and he had more questions and about a thousand new feelings and emotions to process. the worst part was she had been dead for two decades so it wasn’t as thought he could talk to her about it. i think that ( i can’t remember ) at some point, in anger and frustration, he thought that she should have told him, and then he remembered what he was like and what his views of the order were and he was forced to admit to himself that if she had said anything to him, if she had trusted him with that information, his self from twenty years ago would have been highly judgmental and ended things immediately ( we had an au where this happened and it was the most horrible thing - it was right after an attack and they hadn’t even showered yet and dusted themselves off and he just told her to leave, didn’t even look her in the eye ). eventually he came to terms with her decisions and understood why she had made them and was able to tell his eldest daughter why the women in the photo looked familiar.

i don’t think i’ve had a single ship for dorcas, in any universe, where she ends up happy lmao bottoms up i don’t know how to write happy endings (unless it’s in aus) cheers.

♫ ━ a small playlist 

ok so im really really really realllly bad at playlists and i’ve already done one for dorcas here and i don’t want to make another lmao so can i make two mini ones for two of your characters instead?

for robb stark 

kids - mgmt 

fire - kasabian

everybody’s watching me -  the neighbourhood

seven nation army - the white stripes

howl - florence and the machine

afterlife - arcade fire

bonus: heads will roll - yeah yeah yeahs // pretty fly for a white guy - the offspring

for rose tyler

perfect places - lorde

run away with me - carly rae jepsen

the last of the real ones - fall out boy

drops of jupiter - train

adventure of a lifetime - coldplayp

#bonfierhearts #id say sorry about the bonus ones buT lmao #ty so much for asking and im sorry i got a lil carried away #[🌻] answered

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Eventually...

English Bungou Stray Dogs Soukoku (just a bit at the end) & platonic Dazatsu One shot SFW (TW though : implied suicide attempts)

For DazaixHappiness week 2nd Day : How to suicide love / Birthday party. Third day will be on my art blog again. This... got out of hand. Like, it was supposed to be much shorter and somehow it feels like it changed into a series of short stories with a shared story line more than a whole, single one shot. I ended this in a rush honestly and, as some of you know, I had to translate it in English after getting done with the original version. So I really, really hope it’s not too bad. I did work hard on it. I may fix this when I’ll post int on AO3... probably next week, I hope. Oh, by the way, this has some references, well, about BSD manga and BSD Wan, but also about the real life authors. Can you spot them~? Happy birthday, Dazai~! ღ

    June 11th.

    The clinking noises of typing on a keyboard, with a tolerable speed, mingled in a well-known tune, of those sounds creating unfailing everyday life and familiarity, even where it wasn’t meant to appear. Atsushi looked up from the screen of the laptop settled in front of him for a few seconds, searching for the appropriate word he could not get a grab on. His gaze briefly scanned the office facing him, quickly noting a few of his colleagues in their most usual situation. In front of him, the grating of the plastic bag, wriggled with meticulous regularity, to the rhythm of Ranpo’s fingers getting one sweet after another. To his right, the sounds of Kunikida’s keyboard, smashed at an exaggerated, almost nervous speed. Leaning against one of the windows, Kenji’s heel nonchalantly tapping the floor, not caring about any tempo, too occupied as he was watching the city-dwellers’ swarming life. Behind his back, another sound, a lot less pleasant to his ears, of metallic items grinding against each other ; Yosano, busy with “maintaining” her “work tools". Finally, a few steps away, Naomi’s enamored monologue, having some tea with her brother between two files. The scenery was one of a distressing banality, some that could only be noticed, eventually, by someone who had not known the slow repetition of everyday life for far too many years.

    Both two-tone eyes found their way back to the screen in order to type a few letters without real confidence. The young man was trying to remember the previous afternoon so that he could render it into the most accurate report he could master. The route he had followed with Dazai and the comments the latter had done about the case involved back then - a potential abduction of a kid on account of an ability - paraded in his mind. He reassessed his mentor’s words. This feeling was getting familiar too, but he could not prevent the surprise from overwhelming him every time he realized how right his reasoning and anticipations were once the investigation was solved. By the way…

    He examined the small space on the screen giving the time in a digital format. The morning was getting quite late, and Dazai had still not passed the door of the Agency. Atsushi thought it right to mention it out loud. As if this situation was not a part of everyday life too - some familiarities are not good to keep. Kunikida’s frantic typing stopped. A sigh replaced them.

    “ Nothing to worry about. He’ll just appear from nowhere in a poor state or I’ll get a call soon from the police office to pick him out of there. It’s always like that at this part of the year. You can expect, starting from now, two very hard weeks. Take it as a test. ”

    “ A test ? Why this part of the year ? ”, Atsushi asked, looking perfectly confused.

    “ One : the test. To determine how long you’re still going to be able to put up with this whining wimp. Two : this part of the year. This desperate case’s birthday. It’s surprising he hasn’t started harassing you yet. Get ready. The longer it takes to happen, the hardest it will be. ”

    Atsushi was opening his mouth again still looking as much questioning. His colleague stopped him :

    “ Yes, two weeks. One before it, when he does all of his ‘preparations’. It seems like he does all of his ‘best attempts’ from the previous year. One year ago, it was death by suffocation, defenestration from a rooftop. Among other ones, of course. And the second week is after his birthday. Since he couldn’t get into his grave, he harasses his colleagues instead to beg for money as a birthday gift. Ah, right… It’s exactly on June 19th. You can get yourself ready mentally-speaking. And to do his work too, potentially. Of course, he doesn’t do anything here for those two weeks. At least, even less than usual. ”

    Tanizaki’s voice raised from behind the wooden screen hiding the sofa from the desks :

    “ That’s impressing, Kunikida ! I couldn’t remember everyone’s birthday if I wasn’t checking on my calendar. I even forgot Dazai was born in June. ”

    Kunikida answered nothing ; he looked like he was hiding some embarrassment, though. Atsushi saw him slide a hand towards his precious notebook, carefully settled close to his workstation. He wondered if he had written every members’ birthday right beside his “ ideals ”. Even Dazai’s. From sheer curiosity, the boy would have wanted to ask about it. His probable reaction appeared in his mind before he could do it, however, and he immediately changed his mind.

    “ Ah, now that I think about it, wasn’t there an attempt with fireworks too, last year ? ”, Tanizaki said, coming back to the part of the room dedicated to work.

    The newest recruit from the Agency quickly understood that it had been an attempt to blow himself up in the middle of “ fireworks "… Could they really get accustomed to this… strange part of Dazai’s personality so casually ? His colleagues got hooked on it and started talking about the incident. It seemed that Dazai had "accidentally” ran into a stock of explosive devices. And some people getting instructions right from the government owned the warehouse in question. Someone called “Sakaguchi”, coming right from the Special ability Department, had personally taken care of this case. No one really knew who was this Sakaguchi, by the way - and it seemed liked Dazai had made sure no one would know anything.

    Eventually, only one conclusion imposed on Atsushi. His mentor’s birthday did not sound like it was favorable for celebrations. It felt too much familiar. And it was also so sad. Even for someone like Dazai…

    His decision was made. Whatever kind of frowns he could get from his colleagues or Ranpo’s mocking smirk. He would prove that this day could be celebrated : he would hold a birthday party, and a decent one ! After all, he owned him at least that. Against all odds, after some obvious reluctance, everyone was (relatively) convinced by the newcomer’s enthusiasm.

.

    The first considerations and preparations were not difficult to do. The main guest hardly sent any sign of life in the two days following Atsushi’s decision. He proclaimed himself “ ill from an unknown illness with, as the main symptom, the inability to leave one’s bed ” on the first day, with a phone call to Kunikida. The following afternoon, he was using the same number to send him a message with a shopping list consisting mainly of alcoholic drinks. His partner almost threw his phone across the nearest window, before he remembered it was his. The only real risk, actually, was that Dazai could annoy the Agency members so much that they would give up on any kind of celebration… like the previous year, or so it seemed.

    The place did not pose any major problem either ; or rather, choices were very limited so that they did not really have to wonder about it. They would use the Agency, temporarily pushing desks against the walls - it took Kunikida some time to get convinced  ; it was promised that only he could touch his desk to move it. They did not have any budget to rent a hall and no one owned a place big enough for them to meet all and not being cramped. The sum on one of Akutagawa’s paychecks, he had shown him once as his monthly earnings, furtively and treacherously crossed his mind.

    Talking about Akutagawa… Maybe he was thinking too much about it, but, after the place, should they consider the guests…? Of course, all of the Agency was invited, but should he think beyond that ? He did not know who Dazai could meet outside of work at all… Or if there was anyone. Probably ? After all, Dazai was popular… Well, that’s what he was thinking, at least ? He could think about it as much as he could, his mentor never mentioned anyone Atsushi did not know directly from their mutual employer. Except from… one person, one he talked about only to criticize them in a negative way ? Who was from the opposite side - but they currently were on a truce and so wondering about it was possible.

    Now that he was studying this case - something that Dazai had skillfully avoided until now, it seemed, by only sliding implied comments, in moments and situations which would prevent anyone from wondering immediately about their frequency -, his ex-partner was rather often mentioned. It was only things like “ I’m sure a certain micro mafia was there ”, “ it smells like hat rack, don’t you think ? ”, “ I rarely had such a bad moment, except with some chuu-huahua ”. That being said, Atsushi could brag about starting to know him well ; he could now easily determine when Dazai was mentioning Chuuya Nakahara, even though he never used his name, but a myriad of degrading diminutives from what sounded like an infinite list. And yet, he did mention him, and he had done it often since their hard-luck story with the Guild. Did they meet outside of work ? Nothing could prove it, but something like instinct whispered to Atsushi that, yes, they did. Anyway, no one could talk so regularly about someone else… not wanting it at all… right…?

    Bringing it up to his colleagues was out of the question. They would only try to put him off this rather crazy idea and he would surely regret not trying. Well, it was a bit of a hazardous bet…

    This morning, just before heading to work, and as he let Kyouka leave first, Atsushi took a decision he would have thought inconceivable just a few minutes before it : he grabbed his second-hand cellphone, opened his contacts list and searched for Akutagawa’s name. How had they exchanged their phone number was a mystery even for them. The facts were that they both had it and had not erased in only minutes after saving it.  Using it was another whole story though… It was a true first time for the young man this one day.

    The tone of the call echoed for a long time and he thought Akutagawa would never answer. Yet, as the answerphone was about to set off, he heard someone answering the call. Then, silence.

    “ H-hello ? Um, Akutagawa…? ”

    Still, the same silence. Atsushi held his breath, both of his hands tensing around his phone, which was like glued to his ear. He repeated the name of the one who was supposed to be at the other end of the line in a questioning mumbling.

    “ What do you want, Jinko ? ”

    Atsushi swore silently that he would never admit he jumped from surprise at this very moment.

    “ Akutagawa… I have something to ask you ”, he stated with a tone he wished sounded solemn.

    A slight sound came to his ear, like a snort, but he got no… “human” answer. After another moment of hesitation, he hurried to get to the point, realizing the person he was calling could just decide to put the phone down on him any time.

    “ What do you know about Dazai and Chuuya’s… relationship ? ”

    Akutagawa’s surprise was not exactly audible. However his… “occasional partner” (?) felt it very clearly. And was only granted by silence again. As he was trying to repeat his question, he found himself bumping against a wall of oppositions. For a reason he could not understand, mentioning this subject was absolutely forbidden. He insisted.

    “ What do you want to do about this information ? ”

    Fatal question. Admitting the reason of his wonders meant that he could not decline the young man’s presence the night of June 19th. Dazai would not be pleased about that, for sure. As he would complain about Chuuya being here too anyway. Yet… He sighed. This was the only concession he would do to reach his goal.

    Akutagawa’s interest was still as quiet, but it increased in an almost visible way through the communication. To the point that Atsushi thought about sitting down for a moment, and he would have done it, if the idea of physically lowering down did not repel him so much - well, Atsushi would have been the only witness, but it was already too much…

    Talking about his initiative did not get him any real answer to his question, or any explanation either, though. However, he understood that Akutagawa was giving him his approval. Only his approval. Before hanging up with no warning. The boy kept the phone against his temple for a while, staring at the immaculate and shining sink of his kitchenette, looking outraged. As he was staying motionless, in order to get sure he could really not hear anything from the other end of the line anymore, the device vibrated against him to inform him about the reception of a message. He eventually pulled it away from his face and checked the small screen. A message from his recent call - the very first one from him - was displayed, with a phone number. Atsushi’s heart rate suffered from some uncontrolled frenzy.

    Taking some furtive side glances around him, as he was about to do something particularly compromising, he saved the series of numbers in his contacts list under the name “Nakahara”. Then, after a long moment of hesitation, he opened it. Another minute passed with his finger hovering over the phone call icon. He eventually could not find the strength for that and chose to write a written message instead. Today was still a day full of first times, anyway.

    Atsushi swiftly left home, in order to not get late. He attempted, with some difficulty, to find a way to formulate his invitation message to someone he hardly knew, but he knew to be quite short-tempered and not exactly the kind to jump at an event involving his ex-partner - at least from joy… While he was barely and somehow avoiding some passer-by, the text, modified so many times already, took on a more and more look of some sort of official declaration of intent and he wondered if his message could ever get too long to be sent… It was about truce - several times, just in case -, about free - but really, really free, no obligation at all here ! - choice and finally, after two paragraphs and a few dozens lines, about Dazai. At last, after reading it again for the fifth time, he pushed the sending icon as if it was a button that had something about life and death. The young detective then realized he had frozen on a crosswalk and hurried to reach the building where the Agency was waiting for him.

    As he was about to enter the building, his phone vibrated again. He jumped as if he was under a death threat. Nakahara Chuuya’s name was displayed on the screen like an order to answer in the following second. Maybe was he really under such threat…

    “ What’s that ?! ”, was the immediate exclamation, even before any kind of ‘h’ from a very hypothetical ‘hello’ could be articulated. “ Nakajima… The were-tiger, Dazai’s newest flunky, huh ?! How did you get this number ?! I didn’t understand anything ! I am supposed to do something for this idiot ?! With his stupid bunch of ‘good people’ or something ?! What did this pathetic excuse for a human being do to you to force you into asking me something like that ?! ”

    The boy stayed frozen on the threshold of the building, one arm reaching for the door. He jumped again when the Mafia executive’s voice resounded, pressing him to answer.

    “ I… What should I start to answer first…? ”

    The whole conversation sounded unreal. Like a dialogue of the deaf too, for its first half, at least. It also lasted quite a long time, considering how they got so little things out of it when it ended… At least enough for Kunikida to poke his head through several windows of the agency to check if their newest recruit was finally coming and, when he finally spotted him, to scream at him to hurry and get in. Chuuya got even more irritated by the mumbling that followed, half of it for his boss, the other half for his call. And yet…

    “ I don’t see why I’d do anything for this idiot ”, were Chuuya’s last words before curtly hanging up. “ I don’t owe him anything and I’ve better to do than wasting my time for him. I don’t have anything planned for this day but even doing nothing is more interesting than putting up with him. I’ll see. If I want to bump someone off. ”

    Once again, Atsushi found himself confronted with the sound signal informing the call had ended without prior warning. Nakahara did sound less… aggressive than at the beginning of the conversation. Despite the meaning of his words, he had high hopes. Was his intuition right…? He hoped so. Really. Otherwise, the whole night would turn into a fiasco…

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    After this first tacit victory, though, nothing happened as planned anymore. Dazai decided to appear again three days before his birthday, in one piece. Sources of anxiety kept accumulating starting from then : their purchases - bought with everyone’s savings, the Agency could not really help them with money - disappeared, the main reason of the party kept coming in without prior warning when they were discussing preparations and how to organize them… He even looked like he came out of nowhere, once, while Yosano escorted Atsushi to get some drinks and snacks. The latter was convinced that he would lose a few years of life expectancy in this episode…

    On June 18th was the climax. Dazai entered the agency in the middle of the morning, opening the door with a wide and dramatic move. Atsushi felt his hair stand on the back of his neck in an absolute warning sign. He exclaimed with a fake solemnity that he had a great announcement to do.

    “ I’m here to bid farewell to you all ! This time, I’m about to find the woman of my dreams for a perfect shinju ! Well, not like I’ve any r…! ”

    “ Dazai ! ”

    Atsushi’s blood boiled. Everyone’s eyes were suddenly on him.

    “ Please come to work tomorrow ! Please ! ”

    Those times when Atsushi could actually surprise Dazai were rare. He once even made it his goal. Unfortunately, he could not fully appreciate the way chocolate eyes widened in surprise for a short moment. The expression only fleetingly crossed his face before his features softened back to let a light sigh escape.

    “ Very well. If, really, you cannot go without me, I’ll make an effort for you. ”

    The corner of his lips tensed in a slight smile.

    “ But well, Atsushi… I’m so sorry. I am really not interested in men. ”

    Atsushi looked away, unable to choose between feeling embarrassment or dismay.

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    June 19th.

    Atsushi should not be so nervous for something so trivial. He was. Definitely. He was not Osamu Dazai but he had already thought about dozens of worst-case scenarios involving the party. It could not go well. Why did he even get such idea ? Ah… no, no, no. Get a hold of yourself, Atsushi ! Everything will be alright if everyone believes in it…!

    The young man had come earlier than usual to work after he got out of his usual way to stop at a flower shop. The premises were still empty when he entered. Kyouka should not take long to come in, though ; she was also about to depart when he left her. After he carefully hid a perfectly wrapped packet - two hours and nine tries had been needed to do it, and his young roommate had come to his rescue for the last one - in a drawer of his desk, praying every god he could think of for it not to disappear like half of the drinks and the cardboard for ornaments. After some time of thinking it through, he put his bouquet on the desk Dazai was supposed to use. He adjusted the composition a bit - daffodils ending the season and iris, interspersed by a few flowers of vibrant bluebells, enhanced by some ribbons here and there. He trusted the seller entirely for his choice. Dazai had never shown any interest for flowers ; they had felt like a good idea as a first present, before he would give, later in the evening, his actual gift - a book. Atsushi was sure about that one : Dazai liked reading a lot. He had taken a long time examining publications for sale in a small book store sitting close to his home. His choice had eventually inclined towards a collection of short stories. One hundred views on Mount Fuji. His mentor was hard to grasp, he would not have pretended he knew him that well. Yet, this work had immediately felt fitting. He just hoped he had not already read it.

    The front door slid open with a very light noise. He smiled at Kyouka while she closed it as quietly.

    “ You’re the first one to come ”, he noticed.

    “ Kunikida is here too. ”

    “ He’s early too. ”

    “ He’s waiting in front of the door. ”

    A slight, more bothered than amused, laugh passed through Atsushi’s lips. He checked the clock hanging on the wall. Kunikida would still wait 3 minutes and 36 seconds before turning the handle…

    Dazai only came around 3 in the afternoon, with a wide pout crossing his face and looking particularly bothered from the effort he had to do to reach the agency. As he made his way to “his” couch, under Kunikida’s unbroken flood of blame, Atsushi rushed to his bunch of flowers to hand it to him.

    “ Happy birthday, Dazai ! ”

    The flowers were stared at from some distance away for a while, with an unreadable but almost suspicious expression. Then Dazai’s shoulder shook from a silent laugh and he took the gift. The boy could not exactly ignore the feeling of relief spreading in his chest.

    The following hour, however, was only whining and Kunilkida’s more than irritated comments, getting to the point that no one could really work on any kind of task. Tanizaki, Naomi, and Kenji were luckier : they were on a small business trip with no real consequences for a client. They should not be long to get back, by the way. Atsushi hopped everything would go as planned and there would not be any setback.

    The phone rang. Kunikida, as usual, picked it up. After the first formalities - identity, reason of the call, essential details about the case -, he spent a long time listening to, obviously, some client’s explanation. When the call ended, he silently stood up and made his way to Fukuzawa’s office, under Dazai’s suspicious gaze. He came out a few minutes later.

    “ Dazai ! Tear off your rear end from this couch and get back to work ! ”

    The succession of complaints this sole sentence triggered surprised no one. Kunikida did not let a single one get fully worded and vehemently pushed his partner towards the door. Atsushi could only exchange a quick glance with him and got up from his own seat.

    The door, of the agency, then of the building, closed behind both men. Dazai immediately stopped his lamentations to move on to an amused smile instead :

    “ So, then, where were we meant to go oh so suddenly ? ”

    Kunikida was about to tell him the exact place ; he remained silent as he turned to the young man and met his gaze. A sigh escaped him.

    “ You’ve already figured everything out, haven’t you ? … So you were the one who stole Atsushi’s purchases ? ”

    “ So, how long do we have to stay outside ? ”, the young brown haired man asked, obviously avoiding the last question.

    “ I figured that, with the time to go there, quickly stop and go back, it would take one hour and forty-two minutes ”, his colleague speculated, swiftly browsing his notebook. “ It’s quite far away from here. ”

    “ Well then, Kunikida, instead of running to some place where no one is waiting for us, and since you wouldn’t let me have a drink meanwhile, you could buy me a coffee ? It’s supposed to be my day, right ? ”

    Another sigh. At least, Kunikida could find a new café, and a rather nice - and expensive for his wallet, the only one to suffer - one. The Agency’s usual café was not an option, since Kenji, Naomi, and Tanizaki could come back at any moment and see them.

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    Two hours later - eighteen minutes were lost because of Dazai, who did not find anything better than offering a young waitress to chose her favorite bridge for them to jump from it together, almost crudely -, both partners appeared again in the narrow hall leading to their workplace. Seeing Kunikida hurriedly typing something on his phone, his colleague, uselessly loud, exclaimed that their client had been particularly impolite not waiting for them although they had made the trip for him only. A series of hasty sounds, hurried steps among them, came from behind the door. Eventually, Kunikida put a hand on the handle, glancing one last time at Dazai to show him clearly that his patience was getting to an end and that he would not do that much for him so soon anymore, and finally entered the room, taking a side step so that the main guest could get a good look at the work done while they were away. The way chocolate eyes widened for a quick instant of surprise did not look fake.

    Atsushi really had put his heart and soul into it. The whole thing was a bit precarious, the desks somehow pushed on the sides, a few garlands clumsily hanged up and clearly cheap (the cardboard holding ornaments had suddenly reappeared in the afternoon in Fukuzawa’s office, whereas the latter would have never had the absurd idea of stealing it, and Atsushi would have never dared to hid it there), but the efforts were obvious.

    “ Once again, happy birthday, Dazai ! ”

    The latter looked down at the radiant smile from his… protégé ? Yes, maybe, a bit, he surreptitiously thought while noticing the wrapped packed he was handing him. He took it with a questioning look and, not caring about any decency, he unwrapped it immediately. Once again, a slight surprise briefly appeared on his face when he silently read the title.

    “ I hope you haven’t already read it… ”

    “ Actually, I did ”, he admitted, with a strange smile, softer than what he got those around him used to. “ But it’s a nice book. I wouldn’t mind reading it again. Thank you, Atsushi. ”

    Even someone like Dazai, supposedly, could be delighted about the expression of joy, mixed with relief, which brightened Atsushi’s face at this moment.

    It was however quickly interrupted when a black figure, which did obviously not belong there, but was clearly determined to firmly stay, slightly moved from a less lighted corner looking like it was made just for it. Akutagawa’s dark gray eyes were staring at Dazai with a piercing gaze. The latter looked sideways towards Atsushi, looking clearly disapproving. The boy answered with an apologizing smile. Dazai immediately examined the room, suspicious.

    The first part of the evening went without a problem. Atsushi tried to approach Akutagawa cordially a few times. He kept his distance, scanning Dazai’s every move. The latter emptied a generous amount of bottles of sake, even though he was significantly helped by Yosano, who quickly became very jolly…

    The door opened abruptly in a relative crash. Silence fell onto them immediately as everyone turned to another black figure, with only fire-like hair and blue eyes on watch standing out. A few minutes passed with no movement.

    “ What ? Do you want a photo ? ”, Chuuya flung, closing the door behind him without any care for gentleness.

    Atsushi cast a quick glance at Dazai. He had an ostentatious pout on his face. Chuuya, maybe not feeling so at ease, quickly took a look at everyone and stopped at Dazai with a disdainful glare. He walked to him with fast steps and forced what clearly looked like some bottle of alcohol wrapped in gift wrap onto the detective’s chest.

    “ What is a Mafia hat rack doing here ? ”, the young brown haired man let out once he found his breath and grabbed the bottle with a critical look. “ And I hope it’s not one of your dated wine inside. ”

    “ This is not the first time I’m coming here and anyway, you sneak in our headquarters whenever you feel like it, so I don’t see a problem. And about my wines, there is a difference between dated barrels and quality ones, you ignorant idiot ! ”

    “ You’re the one with awful tastes, chibi. "  

   Dazai’s eyes stopped on a single peach blossom, carefully attached to the wrap with a thin ribbon tied around the bottleneck. He looked up at Chuuya, raising an eyebrow, but it was thoroughly avoided. Conversations echoed back around them as they found a new - more consensual - topic to biker. Dazai unwrapped the gift meanwhile, to find a high-quality bottle of sake. He did not make any comment about it, which clearly pointed out his approval. A very informed eye would have seen him surreptitiously slide the flower in one of his coat pockets. If Atsushi did not see it, watching them interact, he came to the conclusion that his idea had not been so bad. He would have not been able to say why he had this feeling though.

    Maybe was it because, from this moment, Chuuya entirely monopolized Dazai’s attention. Sure, they only complained about each other. Yosano was interrupting them from time to time with a not so really elegant, loud laugh. The young man with auburn hair looked at her.

    " She looks a bit like Kouyou when she’s way too drunk… ”

    “ Ugh, Chuuya, you could’ve avoided talking about that. ”

    “ You wanna talk about you when you’re drunk as fuck ?! ”

    “ Are you sure you want to get on such a dangerous topic, Chuuya ? I have a lot of compromising files involving Chuuya and alcohol… ”

    “ Hah ?! And what if you shut up for a while so that we can all have five minutes’ peace ?! … I’m going out for a while before I really make you choke on my hands right here and there ! And none of your buddies here could save you ! ”

    “ Oh, chibikko is worrying about me now ? I would almost be touched if it didn’t come from a midget with such bad tastes… ”

    Chuuya’s “ go fuck yourself ! ”, followed by the slam of the door behind him, actually meant “ I’ll be back soon ”. No one was surprised when, only five minutes later, Dazai announced he was going to get him. He was so small that some passerby could mistake him for a child stuck on the roof and call the emergency number for nothing. No one thought about asking him how he knew the Mafia executive was on the roof either.

    Chuuya was barely starting on a cigarette, leaning his elbows on the fence separating him from the asphalt of the street, around twenty meters below. He did not react when Dazai’s footsteps got closer, watching the darkened sky with no stars, his back willingly exposed. He turned his blue eyes to him only when his ex-partner came to lean against the fence too.

    “ I’ve never asked you to follow me. ”

    “ I know. If you had, I wouldn’t have come. ”

    A grumble answered him. Chuuya’s gaze turned back to the city spreading in front of them. A simple and calm silence settled for a few minutes. Then Dazai’s voice broke it gently :

    “ Why did you accept Atsushi’s invite ? It’s quite impressive he could convince you. ”

    Chuuya took the time to take a long puff out of his cigarette before starting an answer.

    “ I was just curious, to see that someone actually cared that much for you. I wanted to see… your new colleagues and all… ”

    Dazai just looked at him in silence, his face unreadable. Chuuya let him avoid the comment. He knew this face. He knew it hid the will to not let any kind of emotion transpire. It wasn’t all that hard to admit he was just a bit thankful…

    “ Besides, Chuuya ! "

   The suddenly joyful tone was rather worrying.

    " I’m still waiting for your gift ! ”

    “ Hah ? I’ve already given it to you, moron. ”

    “ Ah, Chuuya, I would’ve never thought you were this shy. I even have no choice but take it myself. ”

    A flash of understanding crossed Chuuya’s gaze before Dazai slid one hand on his cheek to bring their faces closer. Surprise first tensed the jaw under his long and thin digits. A breath imitating a sigh gratified the young brown haired man and the jaw slightly rotated so that their lips could perfectly mold together in an innocent kiss. They kept still against each other for some time, just enjoying the softness of the touch. It felt like the traffic had stopped under their feet, the only sounds from the city echoing from far away. A light laugh, lacking any kind of animosity, even betraying longing, made the throat wrapped in a leather choker shake.

    “ You’re horribly sentimental tonight. It’s disturbing. ”

    “ Don’t worry like that, Chuuya. It’s just a foretaste for what is coming tonight. You should read it as a signal telling you not to drink too much. When this party is over, I’m going back with you. ”

    Dazai’s voice gradually got lower, turning into a whisper pleasantly vibrating against the young man’s lips. He let a few of his strands of hair getting gently pushed away by a bandaged hand. Before their lips met for a second time, he opened his to make a quick comment. However, his partner forestalled it :

    “ You know my walls are too thin for me to bring you home. ”

    Chuuya felt the need to whisper the few letters of “ pervert ” before kissing him again, even though that allowed his lover to feel his smile which wouldn’t erase, nor even fade. They had had a lot of “accidents” since their temporary partnership against Lovecraft and had found themselves in crumpled and soiled sheets of the mafioso’s bed several times. Their secret encounters had increased after Dostoevsky’s rats appeared in Yokohama. They started to accept it, to discuss without insulting each other, just lying together in bed, just barely a few weeks earlier. Dazai never had demonstrated any form of… “romanticism”. Kissing had only been used for their provoking, sometimes brutal game of seduction. Both pupils encircled with blue tones watched this face, formerly wrapped in bandages, compresses and band-aids. They got briefly covered by two eyelids, in silent admission. This naive boy had managed the achievement of making Dazai feel happy for just one night. Or at least, as happy as Dazai could be…

    Footsteps revealed a third person was coming. Chuuya stepped backward in order to quickly break their embrace. His partner stopped him and put one hand on the back of his head, his fingertips pushing between red strands of hair, against his scalp, as if affectionately massaging it. The movement was meant to be soothing and he got it as a silent “it’s okay”. So he let Dazai kiss him tenderly as Atsushi froze a few meters away. The gentleness in Dazai’s eyes when they pulled away was something he had never witnessed before.

    Chuuya finally acknowledged Atsushi's presence. The boy sported two very crimson cheeks. A part of Akutagawa’s coat was pulling at his arm. He probably had advised him not to check if everything was okay on their mentors’ part while denying him any kind of explanation… The were-tiger hastily apologized and stated that they could take as much time as they want, that he was relieved to see everything was going well. A split second later, the soles of his shoes disappeared through the door leading to the last floor of the building.

    When the young man turned back to Dazai, he was smiling tenderly at him. Once again, he could interpret his silence. “ Thank you for coming ”. He let a small laugh out.

    “ You better thank Atsushi properly. ”

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     … it’s not so bad.

#DazaixHappinessWeek2k18 #OSAMU DAZAI #dachuu #soukoku #bungou stray dogs #fanfiction #atsushi nakajima #akutagawa ryunosuke #one shot #fluff #kunikida doppo #armed detective agency

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prompt ;; CS + back in time adventure. Or y'know… the one in which going back to the Beanstalk to retrieve their very own ‘magic little baby tree’ becomes a family affair of sorts. CS future family fluff <3 (( AO3 )) 

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“It would appear we’re back…”

Emma grunts. No, no, she doesn’t especially want to be back. Not really. She knows they have to; it isn’t an accident this time that they are back, but that doesn’t mean she has to be happy about it right?

She pouts, touching at the spot on her head that hurts the most. There’s no doubt there’s going to be some notable bruising in the morning. 

Killian’s landing isn't any more glamorous than hers was; he’s sprawled on the soft, muddy grass just a few feet away, looking over.

Emma manages to sit on her butt and looks at him as he rises to his feet. “You all right there, Swan?”

Emma nods, although ‘all right’ may not really cover how she’s feeling right now.

It takes them both a full moment to make sense of everything —when it finally hits them though, Killian’s face falls and he runs a hand over his face.

Estella.

Emma looks around them frantically but it’s plenty clear their kid landed elsewhere.

Emma’s heart sinks. She knows Estella’s close, she can feel as much. She knows she isn’t hurt but all the same, she can’t help worrying. Her heart hammers at the thought alone of their kid in the Enchanted Forest of all places by herself.

“When I get my hands on her, Killian…” Emma says, shaking her head.

Killian helps her stand up and the second she looks at him, sees the raw fear in his eyes, the rest of her sentence dies on her lips. Above all, she’s scared too. She’s not really mad at Estella; Emma knows they just need to find her and get her the hell out of here.

And it is as if Killian can read her thoughts; before Emma can properly process it, his arms go around her, comfortingly holding her to him. “I believe the most pressing issue right now is finding her,” he whispers into her hair.

Emma feels tired, but soothed by him all the same. They can always think about their kid’s future monumental punishment after they find her and she’s safe and sound.  

Killian’s smiling playfully when she lifts her eyes to his. “Third time’s the charm, huh?” He asks.

Emma shakes her head. She knows he’s just as worried as she is, but he’s trying to cheer her up and she appreciates that. It's as if he thinks he can take away some of her worry by smiling at her that infuriating perfect smile he has, and wiggling those eyebrows in that infuriatingly comical way he does.

Emma loves him. And his antics may just be working.

As she looks around, sees the massive beanstalk in the distance —the very same one she’s only seen in her own dreams and memories for years, she figures Killian’s really not that off base.

She sighs to herself, all the while Killian is still looking like a stupidly hopeful puppy that can’t contain his excitement at the prospect of their newest adventure.

“It’s been a while, eh, love?”

Emma’s face softens at that —when it comes to disarming her, he's an expert. She gives him a small smile and reaches for his hand. “That’s a bit of an understatement,” she agrees.  

Killian’s grin is almost that of a small excited boy. As much as Emma wishes they weren’t here, she does get it a little. This is supposed to be an easy mission; get here, retrieve magic little baby tree, zoom right back to their actual crisis back home.

It was to be that simple —if only Estella didn't decide to crash their mission on the last second and complicate the entire equation.

And it's not as if they are that surprised; their lives are never that simple after all.

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They start walking shortly. They need to find their daughter, that's the only thought in their minds.

The woods they travel are familiar yet also surreal the closer they get to their destination. They follow Emma’s gut —her instincts. They aren't certain how their kid is faring in this land, but they do know it’s in her nature to find them as well.

Emma’s only hope is that they can find Estella before but she finds a different version of her parents.

Killian doesn’t miss Emma's worry. He notices her unfocused and almost troubled disposition with every step they take. The way she worries her lip. The way she idly plays with the rings on his fingers. The way her eyes wander about them every so often as if Estella is going to come bounding out of any of these paths any second.

He wishes he just knew where Estella is; knew exactly how to take Emma's worry away. “Hey, what are you thinking?”

Emma startles. She looks at him; his soft eyes on her calm her quickly though. “I was just wondering which part of the story we are at exactly,”

“I thought Estella said the moment we met?”

“Yeah,” Emma agrees, but then adds. “That’s what worries me…” she confesses. “Call me crazy but I don’t exactly want our kid to see me pointing a knife to your neck,” she says, giving Killian a knowing look. “Never mind the tenths of corpses we found you with. Or you know, Ogres…or, I don’t know, freaking Cora? Our own selves?!?!”

Killian has no option but to give her this one — “Fair point,” he says, moving to stroke her back. Emma just shifts her eyes up to him, and he knows the gesture, the closeness right now, is appreciated —if not exactly helpful.

“We didn’t think this through, Killian,” Emma sighs. “Estella’s probably risking her own existence, isn't she? What if old me finds her? What if —holy shit, what if my mom or Mulan —God, what if Aurora goes up the beanstalk with you instead of me?”

Killian fights the urge to roll his eyes. “Now you're exaggerating, love…”

“Am I?” Emma asks him with wide eyes.

“Aye,” Killian insists anyway, shrugging. “I remember that look on your face back then —even if you were to find a strange child, you wouldn’t have let anyone else climb that cursed thing with me —it was in the cards for us, love….”

Emma thinks about that but Killian can tell she’s not convinced. “Think about it,” Killian continues, easily. “You’d first make me carry Estella on my back on the way up, than allowing someone else to accompany me…”

Emma makes a face, reluctantly knowing he’s right about this. “Maybe,”

Killian feels a grin tugging at his lips at this victory already. “Admit it, you’d do it just for the joy to see me squirm?”

“Oh yeah,” Emma doesn’t even have to keep thinking. She allows herself a real smile. “Definitely. Can't miss out the chance, can I now?”

“No, Swan, not at all…” Killian agrees, his eyes playful on hers.

He knows deep down Emma’s still no less worried —neither is he to be completely honest. He's however bloody thankful for this moment —even if he already knows it won't last much longer.

When the little smile on her face falls inevitably and she squeezes her eyes tight, Killian moves without thought to her side and cups her face gently. “Hey, hey, look at me,” he says. “We did think this through, love…we did, it’s just…well, we simply did not factor in the little lass not wanting to miss out,”

Emma nods at him —Estella wasn’t exactly supposed to come. At the last second, it’d been impossible to stop her from jumping in after them.

“We should have known though,” he says, and Emma looks at him confused. “I mean…she’s your daughter, Swan, that stubbor— OW! OY!”

Emma can actually manage a small smile at his theatrics —she didn’t even slap him that hard. “You were saying,”

He pouts at her, looking like a sad kicked puppy for a moment.

It takes one of Emma’s smirks for him to drop the act. He wrinkles his nose instead, smiling at her gently. “This is Estella’s idea, love —we should have known she wasn’t just going to sit back and wait —she’s our child,”

Ten points to Killian for that one. Emma just nods.

They continue their walk, hands intertwined as they move toward that same camp they met each other once upon a time.

They actually don’t need to walk far before they are there —literally there. Emma gasps, and comes to a full stop as soon as she sees it —they aren’t extremely close yet, but she can still see it well.

Killian stops walking too, and he seems just as stunned as Emma feels at the sight.

“I guess this answers your question as to where in the book we are, huh?”

Emma doesn’t even look at him, she just looks ahead —sees herself, sees Killian. They are talking, and while she can’t remember exactly what she’s telling him, she knows it’s about to get ugly.

She still smiles though because that liar little shit before them is her husband and she wouldn’t change any of it for the world.

Killian catches her smile and moves closer, resting his chin on her shoulder and…yeah, he starts gloating. Emma doesn’t turn to see his face, but she knows the bastard is gloating at her smile. “Shut it,” she warns, but it makes him laugh. It’s low, and husky, and his scruff is scratching at her neck just so and fuck —if only the twenty-eight year old version of herself could see her right now. She’d have a heart attack on the spot, that’s for sure.

“Oh,” Killian says, his voice still stupidly low and in her ear making her shiver. “Look at you, so, so distrustful Swan…”

He’s talking about her younger self, and it makes her roll her eyes. She turns her face to him, and glares —okay, tries to glare. “Oh,” she mimics the tone he used before. “Look at you too, so, so…untruthful, Hook,

Killian snickers —yes, he has to own up to that one. He smirks, but then shifts and watches on the scene unfolding a few feet in front of them. He can’t see himself that well, but he sees Emma and… “Always were a passionate one, you….from the start…”

Emma’s eyes are on them as well —their old selves, and the avalanche of emotions she’s feeling right now are hard to tell apart.

She relaxes against Killian for a moment though —she briefly closes her eyes and takes in a deep calming breath.

Before she’s managed to take a second breath however—

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING?”

The loud shout comes from behind them, making them turn at once.

And it should annoy them —the interruption that is, but somehow, it is the best thing that has happened to them all day. “Oh thank God,” Killian hears Emma whisper under her breath.

Before he can properly process anything that’s happening, she’s moved from his side and she’s instead rushing to Estella. “We’ve been looking all over for you, are you okay? Where were you?” She asks as she takes her kid into her arms and hugs her tightly.

Estella hugs her back, but when they pull back, she frowns at her mom. “It didn’t look like you guys were looking for me —you were just cuddling and talking,”

“Oh, Estella…” Emma sighs, cupping Estella’s cheeks in her hands, and kissing her forehead. “Are you okay?” Emma asks her instead of answering her question. Estella nods. “Good, good,” Emma says, relieved.

It’s then Killian steps in, and Estella’s eyes shift up to him. “Decided to join us on our adventure, huh?”

Estella smiles guiltily. “This is my idea,” she reminds him.

Killian chuckles and Emma rolls her eyes knowing his I told you so is just on the tip of his tongue

“See, I told you, Swan…”

There it is. She shakes her head, rolling her eyes at him. She gives Estella one more quick hug before stepping back so Killian can have a turn greeting their kid.

Estella immediately reaches up her arms and Killian picks her up, engulfing her in a big, long overdue hug of his own.

The moment is gone the second Estella’s eyes catch sight of it though —their old selves in the middle of that heated discussion. “Oh. My. God.” Estella lets out, wriggling off from Killian’s arms as fast as she can.

Emma and Killian look at each other for a beat, before going after her. Killian holds onto Estella again, an arm around her waist before she can get too far. “Stop it, Dad, I wanna —wait, that –that’s you?” She asks with huge wide eyes, turning to look at Emma.

Emma just gives Estella a resigned look and nods her head. “Yeah,” she says. “You have to keep it quiet before they hear us, okay?”

“Uh,” Estella gapes, shaking her head. Normally she would argue —she doesn’t want to argue right now though, she just wants to see them.

Killian turns to the scene unfolding before them then, just as Estella does. Emma however, she decides to watch them instead. Estella’s eyes squinting as she tries to make sense of just what she’s seeing —Emma wants to explain, she’s sure Estella’s bound to have questions, but for now she just allows her kid this moment.

If memory serves her well, they are going to have to get going soon anyway —ogres and all that fun.

“Whu— what, what are they doing? Where are they taking you?” Estella asks, her head shifting up to look at Killian. Before he can reply though, Estella sees just what they are doing to him — “They are tying you up to that tree?!” The question comes almost as a shout, and Emma inwardly curses.

She moves closer to Estella. “We are,” she tells her in a firm whisper. “Now, you really have to keep it quiet, Estella,” Emma warns one last time.

“Fine,” Estella says, “I’m sorry,” she adds, before looking over where her mom and dad and… “Wow, is that Grandma?” she breathes out in awe.

Killian smiles, and nods simply. “Mmhm,”

The group has moved enough that they all have a better view of everything going on now. Estella can’t tear her eyes away at all. “Mulan’s cool,”

“Aye, that she is, little love,” Killian agrees. “I don’t think she liked me all that much though,”

“Why?”

Emma watches them on as they discuss their past with a small smile on her face. It’s one thing telling their kid the stories of how they met, their adventures and whatnot, it’s truly a whole new world to experience —re-experience— those adventures with her.

“Daddy was still a very poor decision maker at the time,”

“Huh,” Estella says, squinting her eyes again. She focuses in Emma this time —just Emma, her older self, and Emma sees the intent in Estella’s features. As if she’s trying to put a puzzle together but just quite can’t.

“What is it?” Emma asks

Estella startles a little when Emma is suddenly just standing right next to her. She shakes her head, looking up at Emma —her mom— and then at the other Emma. “You’re very different,”

The emphasis doesn't go unnoticed by Emma —or Killian for that matter either.

“What do you mean Estella?” Killian asks.

Estella looks back and forth before uneasily looking at her mom. “You’re walking away from him. From daddy?” she says, as though the thought alone is unfathomable to her.

Emma gets it.

Killian does too.

They smile at each other softly, over Estella’s head and then shrug. “It took your mother a little while to accept her feelings for dad,”

“It took your dad a little while to do the same as well,”

Killian gives her a look, then says, “Let’s just agree both your parents needed a little while before realizing we were madly in love, aye, love?”

It makes Emma chuckle, but she nods.

“Kinda like Grandma and Grandpa?” Estella asks, making Emma nod again.

“Exactly like Grandma and Grandpa,” she answers, but then Killian makes a face. “What?”

“Snow White and Prince Charming’s love story can’t hold a candle to our story, my love,” he says and if not for the ogres they can already hear in the distance, Emma would have kissed him right then and there.

He’s an idiot, but oh, does she love him?

Also, he’s not exactly wrong either —their story is pretty damn epic—

Estella breaks her thoughts then, tugging at her arm. “I don’t like the way that sounds.” Estella says, worrying her lip a little.

Emma doesn’t blame her for being scared; the sounds of the ogres approaching roar louder and louder now.

Emma and Killian look at each other and then simply nod. “Yeah, I don’t like it either,” Emma agrees. She grabs onto Estella’s hand firmly, and then says, “We gotta get going and put some distance between us and those ogres now, okay?”

“But what about them?” Estella says, looking back where the past version of her parents are still arguing.

Emma looks back too; one last glance to her old self, the guarded one, the one with the walls, the one that wouldn’t trust anyone —not even herself. She spares old Killian a look as well —him guarded like her, just as much. Hurt and in pain yet walled up and strong to the outside world.

“They are going to be okay, Ducky.” Emma tells Estella kindly. She looks down at her daughter, at those eyes that so perfectly match her father’s, and she knows her words are one hundred percent correct.

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They set camp a few miles off the beanstalk; it’s going to be a while until the three of them can make their way up to retrieve the sapling, so making camp close enough, yet not too close, makes sense.

Estella passes out in her father’s arms within minutes of them deciding on a spot to set camp. It’s been a long day —a really long day, and to say it’s past her bedtime, is obviously an understatement.

Night has set, so Emma works on a small fire as Killian holds Estella. And okay, fine, she magics up the fire, but it still does the job and they are warm.

Emma sits by Killian and Estella, and after a few minutes of quiet discussion of their plan for when the sun rises, she grabs the kid’s backpack. Emma’s quite honestly starving, and she’s very certain, unlike her and Killian, their child is smart enough not to go into an adventure without a backpack full of— “Bloody hell, Swan!” Killian interrupts her thoughts then, and Emma can already feel a smile playing on her lips. She looks at him as he continues —his eyes wide as ever. “I thought we’ve gotten rid of all this garbage!”

Emma can’t help the giggle that escapes her. She rummages through Estella’s backpack and well, yeah, she can’t blame Killian for his reaction —that’s a lot of junk Estella packed. “Well, at least we aren’t going to starve…” Emma says, looking at the bright side, and smiling at Killian. “We’ve got cookies,” she chants, “And poptarts, chocolate bars, M&Ms, microwavable popcorn?” She asks, holding out the baggy, then shaking her head and dropping it back in the backpack. “Granola bars —these ones aren’t even so terrible, here, have one,” Emma says, ignoring Killian’s annoyed glare as she peels open the wrapper and hands him the bar.

Rather grumpily, Killian takes it with his free hand and gives it a bite.

“Look, she even brought water, and hey, look, you can’t be too harsh on her for wanting to be prepared, she even brought a banana! A BANANA, Killian! What a healthy kiddo, don’t ya think?”

He frowns, and grunts —and pouts like a petulant child looking over at Emma. “This isn’t funny,” he insists, all the while Emma’s trying her darndest best not to grin. Killian rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, indulge her in these habits Swan…before we know it, Ollie’s going to be asking for those…” He shakes his head disgustingly. “Oreo cookies as well…”

Emma chuckles, digging straight for the cookies to help herself to some of course —but then…then she frowns because yeah, Killian mentioned their kid, their youngest kid, their baby, and now Emma absolutely feels like she might cry.

Killian notices her face falling and the way her hands still over the bloody cookies. He sighs. “Love,” he tries to say, but Emma shakes her head as though it’s not a big deal.

She’s trying hard, even getting one of the cookies out and almost to her mouth, but it’s no use —she drops it before it can even touch her lips.

A frustrated sigh escapes her. “I’ve never been away from him like this, have I?”

Killian doesn’t even need to think about his answer —he shakes his head. “No…”

“I miss him,”

“Aye, love, me too…” Killian agrees, sensing her sadness as his very own. He goes for a half smile toward her anyway. “He’s all right, Emma —you know this,”

“Yeah,” she says, but she’s hardly convinced.

Killian adds, “Besides, if we are to trust the specifics of this spell, this is a safe mission, we are going to be home in no time flat love. What’s more, Ollie’s home with the Charmings, poor lad is probably being spoiled rotten as we speak…” he says, and can already see the corners of her mouth curling upwards a little.  “We are missing him, but the little wee lad is probably not even going to notice we are gone…”

Emma’s eyebrows knit when she lifts her eyes to meet his —hearing this actually does make her feel a little better. “You’re right,” she concludes simply, thinking about her little guy smiling up a storm right before they jumped into the storybook to come here.

The memory is enough to make her smile and more importantly, for her appetite to return. She smirks at Killian before grabbing an Oreo and shoving it into her mouth without much ceremony —or manners. Killian can’t help the laugh that escapes him, and Emma can’t help the giggle that does too.

— ღ   —

They eventually share the banana and Killian convinces Emma to eat a bloody granola bar instead of all the sugary cookies in hopes to give her some actual energy for the rest of their adventure.

He’s picky and particular…and fake grumpy about junk food most of the time. Emma actually truly loves that about him. Especially because she’s seen him have more than his fair share of cookies over the years with the kids…

Eventually, they trade places and Emma holds on to Estella while Killian keeps watch. She manages a little sleep actually, which she didn’t realize she needed so much until she wakes up and feels her entire body thanking her.

Killian’s watching her, watching her with a stupid grin on his face and Emma, even in her still sleepy state, can’t help but match it. “What?”

He shrugs, smirking, and looking away.

Emma rolls her eyes, sitting up slightly. “What is it?”

“Ah, nothing, Swan,” he lies, playfully scratching at the scruff on his chin. Emma shakes her head, but then when Killian looks at her, that stupidly powerful stare of his stuns her just like that. “I keep thinking about earlier —it’s indeed something to see us like this after all these years, isn’t it?”

Emma can’t help laughing because the fucking bastard is right. “Yeah,” she says, “Something, is a word I’d use as well…”

His laugh is low, a quiet little thing in the dark of the woods. He huffs a breath and shakes his head before looking at her again. “You wanna hear the truth?” He asks her, and carries on before Emma actually answers. “I wish I could punch myself in the face, you know?”

“What?!” Her voice comes high pitched, and she’s sorry about it immediately when Estella stirs in her arms.

Emma’s face crumples as she hurries to shush and lull her kid back to sleep. Thankfully, Estella doesn’t wake, and instead just shifts in her arms.

Emma’s pointedly looking at Killian the second Estella’s settled again. “What do you mean?” She whispers, and the idiot has the nerve to just shrug his shoulders. She rolls her eyes. “Killian, come on,”

He laughs —a far cry from a humorous laugh however. “I was a bloody git Swan,” he says then, shaking his head. Emma frowns, knowing he’s actually being serious about this. “I wish I could go up there, grab him by the shoulders, shake him —shake me and shout some bloody sense into him —into me for once and for all…”

“You’re…” Emma says, but then catches his face, she notes again how something’s shifted —he was joking before, but now… “Killian,” she tries, but he shakes his head.

“Back then—”

“We were different people,” Emma tells him before he can go anywhere else with that thought.

He has to give her that, so he nods, but… “I’m not proud of any of it,”

“I know,” Emma assures him, and when Killian looks at her, she searches for his eyes so that he knows she means this. “I’d punch me too,”

And thankfully this does it, and he breathes out a laugh. “Swan,” he whines and Emma has to laugh too because it’s his “I was trying to be serious,” whine.

She keeps going though, “I mean it.” She tells him. “I fucked up too,” she whispers the curse word just in case the kid in her arms is only half sleep —by the steadiness of her breathing though, Emma bets she’s truly in dreamland right now, but still…just in case. “I left you up there when I truly shouldn’t have —I just, you know, had to…”

Killian looks at her and Emma knows he knows what she means —he nods. “Your mind, your heart, all of you was focused in getting home to Henry,” Henry —his lad. Killian shakes his head once more, breathing deeply. “Gods, Emma, if only I’d known half as much I know now…”

They share a look at that but Emma simply shrugs. “What would have been the fun in that?” She says, and Killian knows she has a point. “Besides, we could go up there now, with Estella —Estella who is the most perfect combination of the two of us, and I bet my life those two would never, never in a million years believe us. We were both pretty messed up back then…back, um, here —you know what I mean…”

Killian frowns, processing her words. “You are—”

“Not wrong, Swan?” Emma tries, and has to gloat at the face Killian pulls. “You can admit defeat buddy –go ahead…”

“You, are a bloody git as well sometimes, my love,” he says, but Emma’s beyond whatever he can come up with, and can’t stop softly laughing despite the sleeping child in her lap.

She smiles at Killian but doesn’t say anything; instead she hugs Estella a little bit closer and whispers into her hair, “As if your Daddy hasn’t already punched his old self in the face before…” just loud enough so that Killian hears her too.

“He was asking for it…”

— ღ   —

They time their ascend of the beanstalk with Emma —Old Emma’s— descend of it. Once the past version of Emma and the rest of the women —sans a devilishly handsome pirate, as Killian has to point out– clear the vicinity of the beanstalk, Emma, Killian, and Estella make the rest of their way there.

While Killian and Emma are busy getting ready for the climb, Estella looks up at the beanstalk in complete awe.

When Killian notices the look on her face, he can’t keep the comment to himself. “Pretty grand, eh?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, breathless as she turns to look at him and beams. “You really climbed this thing with mum?”

Killian grins at that —there is a time and place to be humble, right now, it is not that time. “Aye,”

Estella looks impressed, but then she presses, “And with Grandpa too?!”

“Aye,” he says and Estella giggles, her eyes shifting up again.

She’s heard the stories many times —many many times. The ones about the Beanstalk have always been some of her favorites, but this, being right in front of the thing, surely doesn’t compare.

“Are we ready?” Emma asks when she walks up to them. She has some ropes on her and Estella’s backpack on her back.

“Oh, I’m ready,” Estella replies excitedly, but both Killian and Emma look at her with tilted heads and odd expressions in their faces. “Um, what?”

“Obviously you aren’t climbing this thing on your own,” Emma tells her, Estella frowns.

“What?”

Killian places his hands over Estella’s shoulders. “You’re with me, clever lass…” he tells her. “Better yet, you’re on me,” he says, nodding toward his back.

Estella gives him an incredulous look for a moment —that, until her dad’s look turns smug…overly smug. “Ah, right,” she says.

“Should I remind you both I’ve ca—”

“Oh, don’t say it,” Emma says, shaking her head as she goes to lift up Estella into her arms. They giggle as Killian resolutely shakes his head and looks at them smugly.

“I must remind you, I’ve carried rum barrels far heavier than the two of you together,”

Emma rolls her eyes as she helps Estella climb her dad’s back, and then works the ropes securely around them both. She looks at Killian over his shoulder and says, “Yeah, did you ever carry said barrels up a thousand feet high beanstalk?”

“Well,”

“Exactly my point,” Emma says as she secures the makeshift carrier to his back. “Hold on tight to dad, okay?” She tells Estella, smoothing the hair out of her face and kissing her forehead.

Estella nods, and squishes her cheek against Killian’s back. “I will,”

“Good girl,” Emma says, and then looks at Killian. “Are you sure you can do this?”

“Aye love,” he replies with no hesitation whatsoever. “The little lass couldn’t be safer, I promise…”

Emma sighs, but also nods her head. She knows Killian would never actually do this if he didn’t think he could —he’d never risk Estella’s safety for anything— so she tries to relax a little. “All right, let’s just go then…”

“Aye,”

“What about the spell though mum?”

“Oh,” Emma says looking at the beanstalk and using a hand to feel the protection spell over it. She twists her lips a little, closing her eyes as she tries to concentrate. It doesn’t take her too long to crack it.

She smiles. “I think I got it,” she says then, smiling to Estella over her shoulder.

The kid returns her smile, and then just watches as Emma concentrates once more and then quite quickly dispels of the protection spell with her own magic. Emma beams looking back at both Estella and Killian when she’s done.

“That a girl,”

She chuckles at Killian’s words, and then just nods toward the beanstalk. “Shall we?”

He nods. “We shall,”

Estella holds on to him just a bit tighter as they begin their climb and presses a kiss to his shoulder. “I love you dad,”

Her words melt Killian right then and there. “I love you too, my little love,” he promises, then looks at her over his shoulder. “Now let’s go find us some magic baby tree, aye?”

“Aye!”

— ღ   —

The first thing they do once they reach the top, is put Estella down —she walks before them, taking the whole place in as they stand back.

“Wow…” She whispers, taking in every little detail —better yet, every huge detail. “I can’t believe this place is actually real,” she says, before turning to them. Her eyes are wide and innocent and okay, maybe this whole adventure isn’t so terrible after all…

(So long as they can get out of here unharmed and with the sapling, of course.)

“It’s real,” Estella stresses.

“Aye, lass,” Killian says, smiling. “You didn’t believe us before?”

“Oh —yes, of course, but…daddy!” she says, chuckling and shaking her head. She can’t quite put into words what actually being in this place feels.

“It’s okay,” Emma steps in then, wrapping an arm around Estella’s shoulders and kissing the top of her head. “Keep it down, but you can take a look around while I untangle Daddy from all those ropes, okay?”

“Really?”

Emma smiles at Estella. “Sure,” she wrinkles her nose at her playfully. “Be careful. And stay close, and…” Emma warns, “Keep an eye for the sapling, okay?”

“Kay mum…”

When Emma turns to Killian again, he’s already mostly freed himself from the ropes —he’s however also wincing a little. “You okay?”

“Aye,” he groans slightly, but still nods at her question. He’s not looking at her however; he’s squinting at his hand and —“Agh!” It’s cut all right… “Bloody—”

“Here,” Emma says, stepping in and grabbing his hand. Estella is wandering about them, and Emma can see her out of the corner of her eye. She inspects Killian’s cut hand for a moment and then looks at him playfully. “Well, you know…” she fake sighs. “Giants can smell blood…” she says, feigning disappointment. He smirks and gets that look in his face —the look that means he’d kiss the daylights out of her if only their kid wasn’t around —and also if they weren’t in the middle of a mission, at the top of a beanstalk, with a giant nearby —but truly, it’s mostly because their kid’s around and she knows it. “You’re going to have to let me clean this,”

Killian makes a face as though he cares for a beat —but then he just grins and gives a shrug. “If you must,” he fakes a sigh as well, and it makes her giggle. “My fla—” the word dies on his kips as Emma reaches for his flask, from her pocket.

Killian frowns and looks at her with complete indignation. “You thief!” He cries mockingly. “You stole that from me!”

Emma smirks, looking at him pointedly. “Pirate,” she says nodding toward herself, in lieu of an actual explanation.

Killian is more than pleased with her answer. He doesn’t get the chance to reply however, before Emma is already uncorking his flask with her mouth, and without second thoughts, pouring the rum over his cut hand. He hisses and gasps, but then can’t help smirk at that satisfied look on his wife’s face. “I always did know there was a pirate in you, Swan…”

Emma beams at him, taking his words as the highest compliment, really. She’s about to reply when that oh-so familiar little voice —annoyed little voice— comes from behind them.

“Are you two EVER going to stop with the doey eyes and mush?!”

Emma chuckles, and shakes her head. “Hey, be nice Estella,” she tells the kid with a smile.

Estella barely gives a shrug.

Killian adds then, “We’re still your parents even if we’re off in an adventure,”

Estella knows they’re right, but she still hangs her face stepping closer to them. “Sorry,” she mutters, “I just want to find the little magic tree,”

“We know little love…” Killian says with understanding. “We are going to find it…”

“We just need to, you know, bandage this quick before your dad gets eaten by a giant or something.”

Estella can’t help the little smile that forms at her mom’s words. “Okay,” she nods at them, as her eyes shift then, scanning the area for the infamous sapling.

She doesn’t walk far —at all. She’s mere steps from her parents when something catches her eyes beneath them. She squints, wanting to be sure, but…it’s there.

It’s right there and she can’t believe neither of them saw it before.

“I found it!” She exclaims in a hushed shout as she rushes back to her parent’s side. “Look, look, look mummy!” she says excitedly kneeling down on the floor before them.

Killian and Emma don’t have to look far, they merely have to bend their heads slightly, and, “Well, would you look at that…” Killian says, smiling slightly when Emma meets his eyes. It is right there, below them, right between them.

“Aw,” Estella coos looking at the thing as though it is the most precious little thing she’s ever seen. “It’s like a baby beanstalk!” She says looking up at the two of them.

Emma smiles at the kid and then looks at Killian who’s already looking at her. “It appears we’re back on track, huh love?”

“Mmhm,” she mumbles, before looking over at Estella and that ginormous smile she’s wearing. “Nice job, kid,”

Estella beams, even more so than before, if possible, and nods. “We can go home now!” She says, and her parents nod.

“Regina said she’ll retrieve us from page 114,”

“My parents’ castle,” Emma says.

“Aye,” Killian agrees, heaving a breath and looking around the place himself. “I guess we’ll wait until day break to start our journey there?” He says to what Emma simply nods in agreement.

“Why can’t we just go now?”

Killian and Emma share a look again. “We gotta wait until your dad—“ she stops herself, rethinking her words. “Until the old version of daddy goes down the beanstalk first,” she explains. “The three of us may be going at a slower pace than him on his own, and since we really don’t want to run into him on our way down, we gotta wait until we are sure he’s way ahead of us…”

“Oh, right,” Estella says, before her eyes finally shift from the sapling and she looks around the place once more. “Where is the other you right now dad?”

Killian sighs a little, looking around the area as well. He then coyly scratches the back of his head. “I believe I’m biding my time in there waiting until the giant falls asleep,”

“Wait, what?!” Emma narrows her eyes, thrown off by the comment. “I thought Anton kept you chained until…” she trails off when Killian simply pulls a face —one of those faces that implies she should know better by now. Emma’s face falls but she smiles a little too. “Right,” she says, and out of habit she looks at Estella and they share a look before saying at the same time, “The pirate thing,”

“Aye,” Killian beams smugly and nods. “I got off of those chains in no time at all, love,” he tells Emma, almost offended she thought that humongous chain had been enough to contain him. “However foolish my plan seemed to you, it earned this pirate quite a bit of unexpected treasure,”

“Seriously?”

Killian shrugs. “Aye,” he tells her simply. “You truly hurt me Swan —leaving me up here and all; I was hurt, I was also so bloody pissed and betrayed, but…”

“A pirate’s a pirate,” Estella chimes in then and Killian looks at her, nodding pointedly.

“It turned out I could actually manage to carry quite a bit of treasure with me, Swan—on top of the dried up bean, of course…”

Emma huffs out a chuckle and shakes her head.

“You wish you haven’t left him up here mum?” Estella asks her then, throwing off Emma for a moment.

She knows she and Killian talked about this a little, but the answer is still not that simple. “I guess,” she says, but then adds, “It actually took me a while to realize it was a mistake though —that I could actually trust your Dad,”

“To be fair I didn’t make it easy for you to do so…”

Emma looks at him at that —uneasy; she scrunches up her face, not quite sure she agrees with that statement.

“What?”

“You did though,” she tells him. “At first anyway,” she adds. “You were honest with me. You helped as you said you would —I should have trusted you, Killian…”

They look at each other fully, and Estella can’t help groaning because she knows, she just knows this is when the mushy kisses and doey eyes begin.

Killian’s the first one to crack, chuckling, and shaking his head slightly. “Aye aye, little lass, we won’t get into it right now, I swear,”

Estella looks playfully relieved. “Oh, thank God!” she says, making them laugh.

— ღ   —

“It kind of does look like a baby beanstalk, huh?”

“Aye,” Killian agrees although he knows there’s a lot more in his wife’s mind than she’s letting on. “What is it, huh?”

Emma shrugs, eyes still on the sapling. “Can I tell you the truth?”

Killian gives a face that pretty much translates to “Duh”

Emma shrugs at him once more. “Just wanted to be sure,” she says and it makes him smile. She takes a deep breath before she speaks. “I might of doubted the existence of, you know, this thing,” she says, looking at the sapling again. “And I mean, I love you,” she stresses. She meets his eyes and given that soft, full of love look in his eyes, Emma knows he does get it. “I love you,” she promises again anyway, for good measure she tells herself. “I guess, I don’t know —I know our love is true and all, but…”

“I get it, Swan,” Killian says, and Emma simply looks at him because yes, she knows he does. “I know you hoped we’d find it,”

Emma nods to that. “I did,” she tells him honestly. “But at the same time I didn’t want to, I don’t know, assume?”

Killian doesn’t reply, but his lips do twist a tad and he tilts his head to the side just a bit.

“When Estella brought it up, she was so sure it had to be up here, and I…I didn’t want to disappoint her, I guess…”

Killian can actually understand what she means —exactly. “Our love is pretty grand though, my love. We probably shouldn’t be too shocked it created this little beacon of magic…”

She can’t help smiling at that. “Yeah,” she agrees simply and laughs.

The sound is a breathy thing; light but happy. Killian’s heart warms instantly at the sound. “We should be able to complete the spell now,”

Killian nods, although he knows this is only partly what’s troubling her. “Mmm…”

Emma steps in closer to him, and then easily allows Killian to wrap his arms around her. She breathes deeply, taking him in, taking the last day in. He kisses the top of her head, and Emma closes her eyes feeling emotion rush through her suddenly.

He uses his finger under her chin to help her look up at him then. He smiles and it takes all Emma has not to start crying right then and there for some reason. “I would never think you doubt what we have love,” he says then, making Emma squeeze her eyes tight, because yes, that’s it —that’s exactly what she couldn’t put into words just now. “I know it’s easy to get caught up in whatever the blazes true love means or is, but we… we’re more than just that,” he promises her. “Everything we have hasn’t been given to us —we work at this every single day and even when it’s hard and frustrating, I know our love doesn’t waver…it never does, it never will…”

Emma nods, her eyes feeling hot and stingy with tears she madly refuses to cry. She opens her mouth to specifically tell him she loves him, but then—

“THESE GRAPES ARE GINORMOUS!” Estella’s giggles break their moment.

They pull back and sure enough, they see their kid roll their way two of those giant grapes, with the biggest grin on her face. Killian grins back at his kid before turning to Emma and offering her a soft, loving smile. He uses his thumb to wipe at that one lone tear that did fall to her face.

Emma smiles at him, thankful for just about everything he is and for the fact that so many years later he still looks at her with equals amount of awe, respect, pride and even lust as he did the first time they were atop this beanstalk.

“Love you,” Emma whispers quickly before Estella reaches them and proclaims she’s found supper therefore she should be allowed to eat the rest of the Oreo cookies in her backpack.

— ღ   —

It’s only a couple hours later that they see Killian’s old self running as fast as he can toward the beanstalk.

“That’s you, daddy!” Estella beams, looking up at him with the goofiest smile.

Killian chuckles, although he has to admit it is a strange feeling seeing his very own self escaping that bloody giant once again. “That was me, my little love,”

He bops her nose, and Estella giggles, shifting her eyes again to the running old version of her dad. They are hiding behind some bushes off the top of the beanstalk. They have a perfect view of the top as well as the Giant’s castle from their spot. Their plan is still to descend at daybreak but it’s good to be able to time old Killian’s descend as well —last thing they need is truly to run into him or anyone from this timeline.

Once he’s gone, and a moment has passed by, Estella turns to Killian once more. “What would you tell him daddy?”

“What?”

“Him,” Estella says, pointing to the beanstalk. “Your old you, what would you tell him?”

“To stop being a bloody git,”

“Dad!”

“Killian,” Emma calls too, actually interested to hear his answer.

“I’m not joking,” Killian defends himself. “I mean it; I’ll tell him to stop being a…dummy, and instead listen and do everything the lady Swan and her mother tell him,”

Estella chuckles, but still accepts his answer.

“I think that’s pretty decent advice…” Emma agrees, smiling at him knowingly.

Killian holds her stare, and they last less than three seconds before he leans in and kisses her.

Estella groans, but there’s a smile on her face as she leans back and rests her back against her mom. She waits until they’ve pulled back from each other before questioning Emma now. “What would you tell him mum?”

“To your dad's old self?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Mm,” Emma considers it. “Probably that I’m sorry,” she says, looking at Estella and then at Killian. “Really, I already told you this, but…it wasn’t fair to you to leave you here,” she says, but then hurries to add more before he can start gloating —because she knows he will. “Not to say I’m sorry about anything else —you were a piece of work back in the day, I’m still very damn happy I kicked your butt at lake Nostos,”

Estella snickers at that because yeah, she’s read that part of the story too and Emma herself has told her that part of the story a lot as well, and well, she loves it.

“She bested you daddy!”

Emma thinks Killian is about to defend himself, throw in his usual “I allowed you to win, love” but instead he looks at Estella softly, and shrugs. “That she did, little love…” his eyes shift to Emma’s then. “That you did, love…”

Smugly Emma allows her grin to form, but then, despite Estella’s protests, she goes to kiss him one more time. “Round two when we get off this thing?”

He just laughs and wiggles those eyebrows in response.

— ღ   —

Their descend from the beanstalk, it turns out, is a lot less eventful than both other times Killian has had to descend that bloody thing.

Even with Estella on his back, asleep at some point, seemingly weighing far more than she normally ever would, Killian will still say this is by far the easiest climb and descend he’s experienced.

And maybe it’s the fact that for once he isn’t separated from Emma while doing so —or afraid he has lost his wife, his future, his everything as he’s being attacked by a dragon of all bloody terrifying creatures.

This time the mission was risky, but never hopeless. They are separated from the rest of their family, their son, their sweet little baby that is the happiest one in any realm, but, they have a way back home to him. There isn’t a doubt about how they are getting back. There isn’t paralyzing fear that he isn’t seeing him again.

Things seem…hopeful, for lack of a better term.

They even actually did find the magic little baby tree so even their crisis back home should be taken care of now too.

When Emma turns to look at him, she seems Killian grinning madly to himself as they trek the woods to the castle.

She loves him like this so much —happy. And while she’s tempted to ask him just what has him so happy, she thinks she doesn’t have to. She’s feeling much the same honestly —they did it. They retrieved the baby tree —they found Estella, they shared an adventure with her, they are safely going home now. Emma finds herself matching Killian’s stupidly huge grin without much reluctance.

Estella herself is leading the way —she’s not that far ahead from them, and even from their spot behind her, it isn’t too hard to tell she too is feeling accomplished and quite happy with herself. She’s almost skipping through the woods, her steps certain and every time she’s done the occasional over the shoulder glance to check on them, she’s been grinning.

Perhaps not the most ordinary family bonding exercise —but it’s life, it’s their life and it’s certainly not a particularly bad one. At all.

“Hey love,”

“Uh,” Emma startles. She shakes her head, shakes herself out of her thoughts. She’s still distracted though and misses a piece of broken tree branch beneath her as she gives a step.

She trips, but Killian catches her before she falls to her knees.

“You all right there darling?” He’s smirking at her, smugly and she wants, truly wants, to call him on it, wipe it off his face with a kiss, or a slap maybe too, but she doesn’t.

Emma just nods at him, and doesn’t fight him one bit when he pulls her to his side and kisses her mouth gently. “I was thinking,” he says then, his voice low, mouth essentially still on hers, his words only for her. “And I don’t mean to upset you my love,”

She laughs, she can’t stop it, she knows where he’s going with this and she should just stop him —kiss him senseless and bear with Estella’s ire when she takes notice that they are being “mushy and disgusting” in front of her, but…

Emma doesn’t say anything. She smiles, looking deeply into his eyes as he slows down their pace and holds her in place, as close to him as he can manage. “What?” She asks him finally, keeping her face as neutral as she can.

Emma guesses she’s doing a very poorly job by the look of complete amusement in Killian’s face, but that’s not here nor there, right?

“You and I make quite the team.” And of course that is what he says.

Emma purses her lips, her eyes drowning in the blue of his as he stares back with so much love and adoration and pride too. “I love you,” she just says.

Killian’s eyes soften, he blinks slowly, licks his lips before allowing them to curl upwards at her words. “Aye,” he nods slightly. “I you, my love…”

Emma beams. She stands on her tiptoes, her lips parting slightly, he’s so close. She smiles at the way his scruff scratches her face, the way his fingers gently plays at her hip, the way he smells, the way he wants her so much and she does him. The way—

“OH COME ON!”

They close their eyes at exactly the same time, letting out almost twin puffs of air at almost the exact same rate. They can hear Estella marching toward them with purpose.

Next they know, their kid is wiggling her way between them, effectively creating some distance between them.

Estella shakes her head disapprovingly, her eyes darting back and forth between the two of them. “NO MUSH!” She calls, tugging at their hands as she starts walking and makes them both do so as well. “We are going home,” she stresses and truly, neither Emma nor Killian can argue with her on this one.

“Aye, aye little love…”

“Good,” Estella replies resolutely, not even sparing them another look.

Emma and Killian however, do share a look over her head. The smiles on their faces just about match the amount of love in their hearts right then. “Bloody brilliant team we are…” Killian whispers.

Emma simply smiles —he’s right.

~ F I N ~

#Captain Swan #cs ff #cs fluff #cs future fic #<3 #*

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Maybe For You

ღ pairing: fallen angel!juyeon x demon!g.n reader

ღ genre: lots of pining, but it’s more like they never really admit it? there’s some fluff parts, but maybe some angst thoughts from the reader’s pov about their past

ღ wc: 802

ღ plot: it was strange to meet the fallen angel under circumstances that you were a demon in training, but who was to say that you shouldn’t have a little fun with the ex-angel that you stumbled upon?

FALLIN FOR YOU MASTERLIST

It was strange that you were being called down to the underworld where hell was when you haven’t been there in months, trolling your way around the human realm to find some sort of entertainment for yourself. What you thought was even more strange was the new individual that you came to meet by the time that you got there, a face that was beautiful enough that you believed that maybe he was an angel that was working undercover for the other angels above in the heavens.

But he would have burned by the time that he had gotten there… So what was his deal?

“Lee Juyeon, a demon in training and a fallen angel. Treat him well and show him the ropes.” Your supervisor says and disappears out of thin air before you could even blink and you weren’t sure what to say.

Looking back at the said person whose name was Juyeon, he gives you a warm smile that made you confused by the sudden action that he initiated; when was the last time that you have even received a warm smile from someone? Before you could even think about what had made him fall in the first place, you began to pull yourself together as you started to explain to him what it was like being a demon that has lived for as long as you have.

For the most part, he was attentive in what you were saying and it went well the first few weeks that you were supposed to be training him to be able to pull powers that he would’ve been able to do as a demon. You were shocked by the time that he was able to do them four weeks in, because you remembered the moments that you struggled when you first learned how to do them when you first woke up.

“Like that?” He asks, giving you the same warm smile that you remember being greeted with the first time that you met him, right after he finishes making a deal with a human from the mortal realm as you nodded in response before snapping to teleport you both away from the area.

The two of you end up at the apartment that you were given to stay at by your supervisor, seeing that as his mentor you would have to oversee everything for him until he was deemed powerful enough on his end. However, there was only one problem that added onto the fact that you were both staying together in the simple apartment with nothing more than fake identity and lives.

You couldn’t remember the last time you felt emotions that were related to love; and if you did, you were pretty sure that the weird feeling in your stomach was it, rather than indigestion.

It wasn’t until you were finally sitting in your living room just sitting on your couch, wondering how you ended up in this position of the newfound feelings towards the fallen angel. Surely you haven’t met anyone that was determined to learn about what was left of the world that he hadn’t known about, but somehow there was like a spark inside of him that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Maybe you two have met in another life, probably in your first life before you became a demon centuries ago.

“Juyeon, you know that I won’t be around much longer right?” You say out loud knowing that the growing demon was listening from another part of the small apartment, watching as he suddenly appeared in front of you in a split second where he now sat on the opposite couch that was next to yours.

He sat on the couch with serenity laced around him, something that you envied since you don’t remember ever feeling if you would’ve felt that way in the case that you became human again. The memories of you becoming a demon felt like it was a blur, a fever dream as you remember it as the time that you finally fell and found your sense of freedom from someone’s expectations, which shouldn’t have mattered in your eyes.

“Yeah… I know that you would have to leave soon,” He says and rather than a warm smile that you became used to as there was a silence that was resonated throughout the room, one that you were both comfortable with, but afraid to talk about it truthfully, “You can’t stay much longer with me, can you?”

“Do you want me to stay here?” You whisper quietly, looking into his eyes for any answer that you could find in them in case that maybe the feelings that were blossoming in stomach were reciprocated in his own heart.

Maybe.

“Maybe it’s been you the whole time… So why not stay a little longer?”

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[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.6

Holy Wrath

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)       x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?)    Word count: 2380

Summary: Things get messier. ‘Natasha Rogers’ is not the only lost soul... and God always works in mysterious ways, doesn’t he?

Warnings: mentions of violent deaths and torture, amnesia, swearing, supernatural stuff... and angst with some hope in it ;)

Story masterlist

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Two businessmen faced each other in a shadowy room with unpleasantly sterile lights; an attentive eye would recognize they found themselves in a vault due to the heavy door with a golden wheel opening and the drawers lining the walls. A small army of heavily armed men along said cases created an air of being secure as much as in danger.

Just standing in such room put a weight on one’s chest – especially with the terrifying chair with straps and heavy panels ready to ruin human mind, a tranquilized man trapped in it.

Of course, one of the men facing each other, the older looking one, had no reason to feel threatened. He was simply doing business here and the army was at his side. His wrinkled face was scrunched in a grimace though, deeply discontent as he stared at the other man in no less expensive suit, but with an almost friendly glint in his eyes, a bit goofy face with a beard, framed by curly dark hair.

One would feel pressured in such space to begin with, but now, the two ‘businessmen’ built up an atmosphere nearly suffocating, a tension cuttable with a knife. The suspicious calmness of the goofy man was extremely irritating to the other.

Because clearly, they had made a mistake. A really fucking big one. The blond old man clenched his fists as he continued the rather loud conversation with the man who had showed up out of nowhere, claiming to share his interests and offering a lot of money.

Dammit, he should have known better than take an advice from him!

The mess they were in now!

“You said that killing her will bring a stop to the Avengers, because he was sickeningly in love with her,” the blond strained through his teeth, tone dangerous to cover up his growing fear for their mission. “That he will be grieving so much that he won’t be able to fight! He’s fighting like a madman!”

The dark-haired man only smiled, shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Perhaps he reacted differently than we expected him to.”

“PERHAPS!!” echoed in the vault madly, making several people flinch. Not the one who was being parroted mockingly and with rage though. “He’s taking down our facilities. One. By. One!”

“Seems like fate wanted it that way. Or, you know, God’s will-“

“I don’t give a damn about God’s will!” the blond sputtered back.

His business partner made a face, his grimace as if saying ‘ouch’. His tone when he spoke up told the same tale. “Well, I…. I wouldn’t say that if I were you.”

“Why? Because the holy wrath will be set upon me? Please. There’s no God. And if there was, he sure would like me doing what-”

The blond’s bright blue eyes seemed to bulge sickeningly as his fingers reached for his throat, struggling to take a breath all of sudden, unable to finish his sentence. He stumbled back with an accusing and yet bewildered gaze, causing all of the men draw their weapons and aim them at the supposed enemy.

An enemy who only tilted his head, otherwise not doing a thing. Was he even the cause of the older man choking? He couldn’t, right?  How would he?

“Wh-ah-I..?”

With a flick of a hand, all of the soldiers fell to the ground, unconscious.

The men who were sitting at the monitoring would have seen that it happened all over the facility, hidden in one of the biggest bank in Washington, but they didn’t – they lost consciousness as well.

The goofy man gave his partner a tight-lipped smile, almost patronizing.

“Ah. I don’t know. ‘He who lies in His name shall choke on his own false tongue’ feels pretty real now, doesn’t it?” he exclaimed and repeated the motion that had sent all of the armed men to the floor. He pointed at his hand then, grinning like a kid, genuinely excited. “I love to do that for effect. I don’t have to, a thought would be enough, but the dramatics is exceptional.”

He snapped his fingers then, suddenly standing in front the choking man in more comfortable clothes of jeans and lose plaid shirt. He allowed the other man to breathe in so he wouldn’t pass out; yet, he wouldn’t be able to speak just yet.

“If I had let you continue your… master plan without my good advice, you just might have succeeded,” he hummed, strolling through the sea of sleeping men, careful not to step on any. He shook his head, a parent’s disproval, a disappointed Father regretting not raising his sons better. “But humans, like every other creations, no matter how beautiful, are flawed. Money, oh money… why are you, my children so greedy, so trustful to anyone who offers you a coin….”

“Grzhmchr-“ was the only sound leaving the other man’s throat as he fell to his knees, fear flashing in his eyes along with more and more confusion.

“What can I say. Nobody’s perfect. And strings of fate are funny things when played right… they can orchestrate a lovely sound,” the dark-haired man mused, turning to face his former partner fully. “Have a good day, Director Pierce. The Avengers should find you here at their next mission.”

With the last words spoken, Director Pierce’s grip on his own throat eased and his body fell limp to the ground. The other man smiled when he saw his chest rise and fall periodically, assured none of these men were actually dead. That wasn’t the plan, after all. They needed to face a different kind of justice.

He glanced at the electric chair then and the man lying there, breathing shallow, heart-rate alarmingly low for anyone but him and one more person whose cells had been modified to endure almost anything… even an explosion despite running straight into it.

“Ah, such troubled soul…” the powerful man sighed longingly, his face twisting with sympathy no one had provided to the prisoner not only of war, but also his own body. He walked to him slowly, a healing hand hovering over the man’s forehead. “You lived through more than you should have, my friend. You shall start your healing.”

The soft light shone above the pale skin, gently sweeping in, illuminating the veins running over the surface, disappearing in the messy hairline. The lying man blinked his eyes open and quickly backed into the backrest before his training kicked in.

It was just such a confusing wake-up. He felt too lightheaded, his chest less constricted than usual, missing a crushing weight. His thoughts… flowed in an unfamiliar way – a way he forgot that existed. His instincts screamed to reach for the other man’s throat to grab him and interrogate him, because he wasn’t his master, but… at the same time, he didn’t quite want to do that. No one told him to do so. He felt uneasy and bewildered, yes, but not in danger.

Still, he listened to his training and his hand shot up, only to grasp thin air. The man had already moved away, causing the freshly woken up man blink in surprise and break his bonds instinctively to follow.

But the man, who had forced him to wake up after they had sedated him, smiled at him kindly. It scared the shit out of him, not that he would admit it. Kindness scared him – he wasn’t used to it, not really, not anymore. Whenever someone showed some, it came with a price of a human life. Now, his mind flooded with images of empty eyes, accusing him of doing the wrong thing instead of a right one as he had been promised.

And this man was to blame for these overwhelming sensations, perhaps was responsible of the men on the floor too.

Were those… masters of his… unconscious? Dead? No, no dead, their chest was rising and falling. Only not conscious then. Who the hell was this man?

“Who-what-?” he choked out, glaring at the stranger. Why hadn’t he attacked him yet? Didn’t give him an order, said the words that… would they still do that to him? That… that thing when his body wasn’t quite his? Flip the switch?

The switch… it seemed to be missing now. Where the hell had it gone?

“Sergeant Barnes, welcome back.”

“How- what did you-- who are you?” Barnes finally sat up straight, his head swimming unpleasantly. He overcame it and forced himself to stand.

Holy shit, the world was spinning. Also, it wasn’t any making sense, sending one confusing signal after another. Barnes’ mind was a mess. He remembered this was his name, even though lately he had been called that name rather mockingly, more used to being a soldat.

The only other conscious man held out his hand as if in a comforting gesture.

“Easy. I’m not here to hurt you. But unless you want to be found by the Avengers, by heroes who include your best friend, you better go find your peace and meet them when you’re ready.”

Forget about the world not making sense. Now it went entirely crazy.

Best friend. Steve. Could this man talk about Steve? Avengers? Who the hell were the Avengers? So many images flickered through his head, but it didn’t include any… Avengers. Images of the past, tens of years ago, clear and sharp as they shouldn’t be, an angry tiny blond swaying his fists and wishing to take on the world and then suddenly growing several inches, and all of that mingled with fragments of memories not quite his and yet his only. What year was it anyway?

He grasped on the only thing that seemed to comfort him, ground him, the only thing he was sure of.

“My best friend? It’s… is Steve still alive? It’s been about seventy years-“ Right? “-on and off— how do I know that? Shit, what did I do?”

The empty eyes staring at him. Oh god, the empty eyes... life vanishing under his hands – a flesh one and a metal one – hands crimson with blood…

His breathing picked up, his head pounding with an ache unknown and the other man grimaced again at the agony he saw. He didn’t think he should interfere more though – Barnes needed to deal with this on his own terms.

“Calm down, James. None of that was your fault and until you accept that, you’d better off without them. The Avengers,” he explained, but the soldier would have none of it, the horrifying images, feeling so disgustingly wrong as his little soul had been locked in a mind of a dull servant, crying when taking a life.

“I… the things I did, oh my god-”

“You are not to blame for what they forced you to do. I could make you forget, but that would only complicate things,” the bearded man thought out loud, only brining more chaos with his words. He tried his best to sound soothing. “Try to forgive yourself and when the time is right… you’ll see your friend again.”

“He might be dead by then!” Barnes blurted out, suddenly overtaken by panic. Steve was alive. If this man was right and Steve was alive – how did he know that, who was he, how- Steve. That little punk letting the army experiment on him only to- where was he, how was he, what- “He’s like… what year it is exactly?”

“2013,” came the resigned reply.

“He’s ninety-five. Ninety-five! If he’s still l alive, I have to see him!”

The calmer man held out his hand again when the soldier unmistakably headed to the exit. “He’s been met with nearly same fate, James. Do not worry about his vessel. He is well. I mean… kinda. He’s been on edge, lately.”

Barnes wavered. This man had been gentle with him, as if he wanted to help. He knew way too many things, probably not lying so far. It was all kinds of fishy.

“Alright, I’m gonna ask again. Who are you?” the soldier demanded, eyes narrowed.

He didn’t feel the need to actually attack the man and he didn’t know why and he was afraid and confused and everything hurt, his arm felt heavy despite the muscles adapting ages ago and he had to see Steve if he was still freaking alive and- but after everything he had done--

“You’re not asking the right questions. Go, James. Find your place in the world again and learn about what happened to your friend,” the man advised again patiently. He beckoned to the men on the floor; instinctively, Bucky knew they were bad. Rotten even, and not just because he could suddenly see through all their lies. How, by the way? “Leave these men for the Avengers to find. They are not your problem, I’ll take care of them. You’re free now.”

Bucky Barnes looked around, not assured. His heart was racing, almost as fast as his mind. He had messed up the world, hadn’t he? The least he could so was to deliver these men to… what, police? Justice?

“But-“ he started up defensively, but out of blue, he found himself in a dark alley – and the man was still facing him.

What the fuck got him here and was this man some sort of a… was magic a thing? This couldn’t be result of some serum, right?

“You-“

“Go,” the man asked of him kindly, adding a smile that looked even goofy, in a stark contrast to his serious eyes. “What you saw, that’s how the justice will find them.”

Was this guy a friggin’ mind-reader too?!

“What the hell?!” Bucky just choked out, frantically scanning his surroundings.

Where was he anyway? The noise of today’s world was hurting his ears. What was he supposed to do? He only knew mission for the past decades, his will not even his own, how was he supposed to proceed?

Finding peace as the man had told him wasn’t exactly a precise order – and yet it was, the most difficult order he could remember receiving.

“Goodbye,” said the man for a good measure, walking away and leaving the poor soldier dumbstruck in a foreign city, in a foreign life.

Barnes stared after him, unable to say a word, unable to move a single muscle. Then, before disappearing among the people roaming the streets in what could be a very late hour, the mysterious powerful man glanced over his shoulder with a last smile and whispered barely audible – not for supersoldier’s ears though.

“Oh, and Bucky? Name’s Chuck.”

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Part 7

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Alternative chapter title – Let’s Make Things a Bit Messier ;) If you didn’t watch Supernatural, Chuck is… Chuck is a powerful being and you might have figured out who exactly… yes, SPN went there.

One more surprise appearance in the next chapter ;)

Thank you for reading! 

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