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#I haven't been answering oldest asks first for a few weeks now but I just wanted everyone to know
hn-yn-soo · 8 months
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Can't be | P. JH
Note: This isn't my first time making a story, I'm actually an author in wattpad (hn-yn-soo if your interested). This is also g!p reader so enjoy!
Y/n has been the most naive yet dense girl known in TDoong University, and she haven't noticed the School President having her gaze on the latter whenever she passes by or sit at the front.
Park Jihyo, the cool and classy President known for her assertive aura. She gets what she wants but at the same time gentle, outgoing, caring and responsible. She never misses a beat whenever she does something, nor make a mistake so she gets elected as President for years, not just by her Latina Goddess looks but her cold as ice heart that goes soft for Y/n
But even though Y/n is kinda dense, she's popular thanks to your famous sister Myoui Mina (iyak muna walang isship kay mina) who's known from her ballet skills and a varsity in Volleyball and also famous of a rumour of her dating the Team Captain Son Chaeyoung.
Y/n, also belong in a group circle called Twice with her being the Drama Prodigy with the Brains, Nayeon being the oldest and the social butterfly, Jeongyeon classically known for Dad Jokes and Nayeon's husband after the Uni's Marriage plays, Momo the Dancing Machine, Sana the Flirt Queen, Jihyo the Latina Mom, Mina the Black Swan, Dahyun the Ambassador Queen and Church Girl, Chaeyoung the Beast Captain, and Tzuyu the Yoda and Archer Captain
And so it begins, the classes start and the girls huddled in the campus' Starbucks buying some coffees and pastries having a short meeting for the upcoming prom.
"I was thinking we could do floral theme, since it's spring" Sana suggests, drinking her iced coffee while Tzuyu takes note of what's happening
"I suggest that we have a Disney type of prom, and add the gender neutral clothing on both genders, let everyone wear what they're comfortable with. It's 2023 for GodJisoos' sake" Y/n retorts calmly with her hand raised, the girls agreeing and Jihyo thinking of it for a bit- or thinking of how to ask Y/n out now that she had grown more famous due to her recent play being more mature for the audience
"Well, if no one objects then it's settled. But I would still keep the offer, Sana.. Especially for the University week few weeks from now" Jihyo clasps her hands, the girls smiling and bickering once their meeting dissipates. The girls went out to their separate classes once they got out of the shop, leaving Y/n and Jihyo to themselves
"So, since it's your idea earlier.. Do you have a date in mind?"
"Not so sure, do you have any suggestions?" Jihyo smirks a bit, tugging Y/n close by her loose tie, fixing the knot neatly before resting her palms on the taller girl's chest, feeling the erratic heartbeat in layers of clothes. Y/n couldn't help but get stuck in her gaze, eyes wandering about her face, examining the soft and tanned skin of Jihyo's, her doe eyes that seemed so adorable to look at but scary when mad, her perfect button nose with the apparent mole she likes to look at everyday, and damn..those lips, she wonders if Jihyo had her first kiss-
"Yah, you're staring.. You like me, don't you?"
"Ha? I-I don't, what makes you say that, aish" Y/n panics, storming off making the girl chuckle to herself and follow Y/n to their classroom
"Oh come on, I'll be your date.. So you don't need to worry about your fangirls getting into your pants" Jihyo states quietly, their knowing glances were just enough for answers for unanswered questions. Y/n takes a deep glance on her once more, she watched at how Jihyo took down notes with a slight pout on her face with stray strands of her brown hair falling down on her face ever so slowly. And that was it, Y/n is starstruck once again.
"Ms. Myoui Y/n, the board is up front and not on Ms. Park"
"S-Sorry, Professor Choi" The girl nervously smiles, earning giggles from her friends and classmates and a deep sigh from her uncle Youngjae who fixed his glasses and went off to teaching
Jihyo dribbles something on a small piece of paper, smiling softly before taking Y/n's hand in hers, slipping the rolled paper in her palm before sitting back to listen to the lesson
'Be my prom date? Yes or Yes?' Y/n chuckles and gave a subtle nod, which caused Jihyo to blush deeply with a contented smile. Both had been sending quiet signals towards each other for the rest of the period, and oh love this is gonna be eventful
'ATTENTION ONCES! Are you ready to show your feels and dance the night away at this year's Prom?! Grab your friends, lovers, or yourself and show off your dance moves! The best dancers earn Queen and King of Prom, with a special performance courtesy of Twice!
See you soon on March xx, 2023!'
"Ah, I guess I did nice with the graphics. Don't you think it's a bit-"
"No, Y/n.. It's perfect, l-like you" Y/n was posting the posters with Jihyo, and she caught the last sentence but decided to keep her cool. The girls finished putting the posters up and went on to their next class which was PE, Y/n was a bit nervous since she's with Jihyo but she executed the exercises with no problem
Not until she felt a sharp pain on her chest, she excused herself and dashed towards the Senior Department where her personal doctor is
"Yoonsoo!"
"Yah! Is it happening again?!" Y/n collapses and convulsed as the pain strucks more, Yoonsoo brought her to the bed and did the procedures on her
"Fucking hell, you need a donor like now! Or else you could die!"
"I-I know.. B-But, it's too late.. I just wanna spend the remaining time with Jihyo" Yoonsoo sighs and let the girl rest, walking to her office to call someone
"Is he ready? Had he signed the papers?"
:Yeah, he did a letter too but he told me to let us open it once the operation is done
The older girls sigh and ended the call, massaging her forehead and checked Y/n's files
"Damn it, kid.. This isn't right"
Timeskip, Y/n met the girls after her rest at Yoonsoo's office. The girls were worried especially Jihyo who got up to her and hugged her, tears rolling down her face. Y/n doesn't know that Jihyo is Yoonsoo's cousin nor discovered about her heart disease, Jihyo plays dumb but has been looking over for her from afar
"I thought you got kidnapped or something, you didn't even chat me, I'm worried"
"I'm just with Yoonsoo, girl problems" Y/n winks, causing the brunette to blush and hide her face on her chest. The girls laughed at their cute antics and headed to their separate ways since the class ended when Y/n came back
"Oh yeah, do you mind if I stay at yours for a week? My parents just left for Hawaii for their wedding anniversary trip"
"I don't mind, just bring your stuff over" As they reached home, Y/n was met by familiar aroma of Adobo and Buttered Shrimp with more Japanese cuisine and Chaeyoung helping Mrs. Myoui in cooking
"Oh hello girls, get dressed then we'll eat in a few"
"Mom~ Jihyo's actually coming over, is she allowed?" Mrs. Myoui turns with a slight smirk with Chaeyoung wiggling her eyebrows, Y/n was stunned and facepalmed. Knowing Michaeng must've spilled her growing feelings for the girl
"Don't you dare make inappropriate moves, child. You and your hormones sometimes, aigoo"
"I know mom! I'm not like Mina-chan!" Y/n squeaks when she was about to be tickled by her sister, finally the door opens to see Jihyo smiling warmly and bowing at Kai who opened the door for her
"Konbanwa, Mrs. Myoui and Mr. Myoui"
"Konbanwa, Jihyo-chan.. We were just talking about you, come have dinner with us" The Myoui family ate dinner well with Jihyo and Chaeyoung, soon headed to bed early as they had to prepare for more classes tomorrow
"I'm done showering, Jihyo.. You can use the remaining hot water"
"Thanks, Y/nn!~" Jihyo caught a glimpse of Y/n's toned abs under the robe, she blushes at the sight and hurried inside the room to get herself bathed and distract her thoughts from Y/n
And speaking of Y/n, she was just on her phone typing while listening to YK by Cean Jr., Jihyo finally coming out of the room in her baggy tee and short shorts with a towel hanged on her shoulder. Y/n and her made eye contact, not noticing that Jihyo walked towards her and sat next to her, their faces leaning until their lips met ever so slowly
Jihyo had her hand on Y/n's nape urging her to kiss her deeper which the girl did, their breaths shared as their kiss became more hotter and full of passion
"Mhmm" Y/n lost it, Jihyo's tongue invaded her mouth, and she fought her for dominance. She gently pins Jihyo down, hovering on top of her completely without losing a rhythm
Their kiss went for solid 5 minutes, Y/n felt something throb in her chest making her pull away knowing this might affect her sickness. She lays back down, facing Jihyo who caressed her cheek with her hands
"Can y-you.. Cuddle me?"
"Of course, small spoon?" The girl nods, turning away before she felt a few scoots before arms wrapped around her waist. Y/n felt happy from this contact, too happy she didn't knew she got herself hard from it
They were asleep when Jihyo felt something poking her back, she grumbles in her sleep and nuzzled further back in Y/n's chest thinking she was just needing for warmth but no. The poking thing on her back throbbed which woke Jihyo up, she reached far back, feeling something rounded and girthy in her palm.
She could feel several veins bulging out from Y/n's pajamas guessing she didn't wear any underwear under her pajamas, she gasped at the length when she touched further but then Y/n held her wrist
"You..w-what are you doing?"
"I'm supposed to ask that, what's this?" The slightly tight grip woke Y/n fully yet only let out a soft moan right on Jihyo's ear-
'Omo omo omo, how is that hot?!'
'If she keeps touching like that, I'll..' Y/n thought and hid her face on the smaller girl's nape, her hips slightly moving as if looking for friction
"Yah.."
"P-Please.. J-Just let me- F-Fuck" Y/n moans, breathing softly as she humps Jihyo's palm from behind. Jihyo turns so Y/n's face is now pressed against her neck, she wraps her fingers around the girl's shaft properly
"I'm just curious, you're born with it?"
"Yeah, sorry for not telling you.." Y/n breathily moans, her moans increasing in pitch when Jihyo stroked her with her slow thrusts, almost bringing her to edge..
"T-Tissue.." Jihyo understands and grabbed a few, handing them to Y/n who immediately turned and stroked herself until huge spurts coated the tissue
"A-Ah... Finally.. T-Thank you for the help, I'll just throw these"
Y/n hops off the bed holding her still erect member, she finishes her business before coming back to Jihyo who's staring off to the window
"Hey, are you alright? Let's sleep.."
"Y-Yeah" Both had cuddled to sleep to ease the awkwardness, yet the sudden tickle from Y/n made Jihyo laugh hard and surrender to her funny assaults
"N-No more! Y/nnn!~"
Few weeks later, the girls had prepared for their prom. Jeongyeon had Y/n, Momo, Chaeyoung, Tzuyu to her place to dress up in their colorful prince-like suits while Nayeon had Sana, Jihyo, Mina and Dahyun wear their ball gowns. The girls awed at Jihyo as she looks like Latina Belle from her beautiful yellow gown which matches her tanned skin with her hair up in a beautiful bun
"Shall we go, ladies?~"
"Yoonsoo!!~" The older hugged Jihyo, smiling as the others fell in love at how the girl's outfit suited her so well as if she came straight out of Disney
"I brought the limo with me, let's go!"
The girls cheered on as they hopped inside the vehicle, Jeongyeon and the rest were the first with the couples to arrive and they waited in line for their princesses
"Omo, is that Nayeonie?? She looks like Cinderella!"
"Wah! Sana looks like Anna from Frozen! So pretty~"
"Omg, Dahyun and Momo looked so badass and cute!"
"Chaeyoung marry me!"
"Oh my, you look so gorgeous, Ms. Park" Y/n held her hand out for Jihyo who gladly took, their smiles were evident that the photographers got a lot of good shots of their contented smiles
"Damn, the tops be looking handsome, especially Jeongyeon and Chaeng!"
"Oh damn, Y/n be looking fine she can step on me"
"I appreciate the compliments, ladies.. But if you mind, I need to bring my princess inside" The fangirls wailed in adoration as they watched the couples go inside the ballroom, hues of purple, blue and white lit the room and they sat to their respective seats. The girls escorting their lovers/partners to their sides, earning squeals from the students around them
"Hey, did you bring my meds?"
"Mhmm, here.. Make sure you drink them on time, or else it might happen again" Y/n sighs at Yoonsoo's words, she goes back and her eyes were caught with Jihyo's who gave her a sweet gummy smile
It was as if the world stopped for a moment, Y/n took in the image of the girl in her mind. Oh how she wished she could love her forever, waking up to see her bright smile and soft voice, those eyes that she could drown on any day and any time. Those kiss she wanted to feel again, it's all she could wish for.. Yet she had little time left, so she makes it worth it
She felt a small pinch in her heart, her face changing a bit but composed her smile to hide the pain. Jihyo noticed this and approached her, grabbing her arm gently sent tingles down Y/n's spine
"Wanna dance? You seem off, Y/nn"
"I'm good, but sure.. Let's dance" They held each other's hand as they went in the middle, they spotted a familiar bunny pushing the DJ off the booth and plugged something into the laptop which played "Rewrite The Stars"
You know I want you
It's not a secret I try to hide
You know you want me
So don't keep saying our hands are tied
You claim it's not in the cards
And fate is pulling you miles away
And out of a reach from me
But you're hearing my heart
So who can stop me if I decide it's on my destiny?
"So, what's with the stare earlier?"
"Ah, that.. I was just thinking, a-about what we did that night.." Both had blushed as they danced as if it's their own world, soon enough their friends joined in not minding the two talking mindlessly
What if we rewrite the stars?
Say you were made to be mine
Nothing could keep us apart
You'll be the one I was meant to find
It's up to you, and it's up to me
No one could say what we get to be
So why don't we rewrite the stars?
And maybe the world could be ours, tonight
"Do you..r-regret it?"
"Heavens no! I'm actually thankful since you solved one of my worst problems, been dealing with it since I started puberty but didn't know what to do.. So I just wanna say thank you for that, you've been great to me since we were kids" Y/n smiles, which Jihyo reciprocates. Their eyes showed a glint of love, Jihyo's mind filled with thoughts whether she should confess, she thinks it's time
"I also have something to say.. I dunno why I felt like I wanna say it now but I think it's the right time to show how I feel about you"
"When we were kids, I never wanted to leave your side. I've been there even from afar, looking over you and that's when I knew.. This ain't more than friends, I get jealous over small things like how your fangirls wanted to get your heart but failed miserably but I do them to you without efforting much. A-And that night it wasn't supposed to happen but my instincts kicked in and decided to help you out, since it bothers you a lot as you said. But yeah, I'm gonna go straight to the point.. I like you, I really do.. This might shock you for a while but I'm not asking you to like me back, heck I don't even had plans confessing until now since I feel like something's wrong-"
Jihyo was cut off when she felt familiar lips pressed on her own, her eyes widened yet closed to return the kiss. The crowd fell silent for a moment, their friends watching as they let the scene unfold in front of them. Yoonsoo frowns as she watches Y/n's tears fall down, and soon became worried when she saw how her shoulders shivered badly. Jihyo hugs her, peeking over her shoulder catching her cousin's gaze sending a signal
All I want is to fly with you
All I want is to fall with you
So just give me all of you
It feels impossible (It's not impossible)
Is it impossible?
Say that it's possible
"I-I wish I could like you back, b-but I h-have a few min-" Jihyo gasps as she catches Y/n in her arms, the girl collapsing and falling into shock, Yoonsoo running over to them with Somi passing an injection to her
"Give way! Somi get the limo" The blonde leaves with the keys, Y/n stabs Y/n with the syringe to her chest and the latter wakes up to life and coughed badly
"M-Meds.."
"No, it's too late.. Call him, Jihyo" The latter nods and looked around to spot a certain boy, waving him around and he dashed towards her...
"Alright, I'm ready.. As long as my best buddy lives"
"It's too late for me too, Jihyo.. M-My leukemia had gone worse" Jihyo tears up even more, finally Somi finally came and the girls rushed into the limo and drove off to the nearest hospital....
"She's Myoui Y/n, stage 4 heart cancer prepare me an OR asap!"
"Come with me, Daniel" Somi leads the weakening boy to the assigned OR to prepare the surgery, the girls waited outside with the Myouis coming in an instant
"Where's my daughter!?"
"She's inside, mom.. I didn't know she had this, she never told anyone.. I knew she's fine mom! I-I can't believe she had this, I'm such a bad sister" Jihyo looks down at the jacket which contained Y/n's meds and a letter, she walks over to the parents and gave the letter with a scared expression
"S-She.. She wanted to tell you guys but she's scared to disappoint any of you.. I didn't even know until I saw her in Yoonsoo's office, but Y/n doesn't know that I knew now"
'Hello to the ones reading this, I may be feeling worse now or dead but hey I didn't give this to make y'all even more sad but happy. I may be gone now but remember that I'm here, think of me as the penguin roaming around Antartica sliding in the ice freely! I think of it like that instead of heaven, Antartica feels nicer than it looks, no? So yeah, don't cry for me! Be happy! If I see one of y'all cry, I'll hunt you down and scare you to the bone. Just kidding, I might be playing Legos up here but I'll be fine!
But if I ever live, I'll say this now even if Jihyo sees this. I love you, I know you'll be confessing soon from the way our interactions and feelings grew. I am just so dumb to not say it back, but I do.. I love you, my heart only beats for you so I'm not surprised if you're jealous of me hanging out with other girls, don't be.. I'm only yours, so I hope I stay alive so I give back the love you gave me.. And to the rest of y'all, I love you so much, take care of Mina and Jihyo for me in case I get taken by God here.. And don't even try to drink my coffee without permission, ask Jihyo first especially you Yoonsoo! That's all, I'm watching y'all, no tears allowed, arraseo!?
-love, Y/n<3'
"Oh my.. I hope it's not too late, I can't lose my baby" Mrs. Myoui cries onto her husband's shoulder, Kai and Mina reading the letter in tears, internally praying for their sister's surgery to be a success
"Jihyo, Daniel wants to give you this"
"What is this, Somi?" She opens the letter, the first words immediately made her tear up
'If you read this, it's probably me dead or in the middle of the surgery with Y/n. I volunteered to do this since I'm dying and at the same time my best friend is, but I know you to liked each other than we do before, and I understand that.. I even wished for the fate to have you two meet and from the glances you shared, I was right.. I knew Y/n would be right for you and love you unlike I did, I apologize if we broke up due to our busy times especially you being School President and me being a future holder of my dead family's company.
I hope you live a better life with her, you two take care of my heart or I would come back there and hunt you two. I had to let myself go in order for you and Y/n to live a great life, and love each other to the fullest! I also left something to Yoonsoo, it's a month-trip to Paris! I had bought tickets enough for you guys as a token of appreciation for looking over you while I was gone. Don't cry for me, please? Smile for me like you always do, me and Y) n might share the same heart, but she beats for you.. And I'm up here watching over you, congrats to your soon to be relationship!
-Daniel Kang <3'
"D-Dani..." Jihyo cries, but her heart broke more when Mrs. Myoui read the letter Y/n gave, she prayed that Daniel would still live but he couldn't. And speaking of the two, Yoonsoo had successfully switched the hearts, her tears fell down as she watched Daniel's monitor fell into a flat line. The other residents bowed as respect, mourning for the kid while Y/n's monitor continued in a rhythmic heart beat..
"Is Mr. Kang by himself? Doesn't he have relatives?"
"None as they died when he was young with some out of reach, me and Ms. Park are the ones looking after him.. I'll be handling whatever's left over from him, transfer the both of them into a room then bring Daniel to the morgue after the girls said their goodbyes" the nurses followed her instructions, Yoonsoo held the sobbing Somi in her arms as they marched back to the lobby where the family waited
"The operation is a success, yet.. Daniel couldn't make it"
"I'm sorry, Jihyo.." The latter nods and sniffled, they were assisted to the room to look over Y/n and said their final farewells to Daniel. Yoonsoo received a call from Daniel's company, asking about the agreement in taking over the company
"Ah, yes of course.. I'll take his position as founder and CEO of KD and Konnect"
"Yes, I'll be there starting by next week.. Just gonna arrange his funeral, I'll be expecting you guys.. Thank you" Yoonsoo ends the call, she held Daniel's hand from under the white sheet and smiled faintly.. Sighing she called the nurses to bring him out so it was just Y/n inside
"You okay? I can vouch for you so you can rest"
"I'm good, I'll just have to uh... Promote my loving fiancée as CEO of Yoohan Medical Center, hoping you'd fit in while I take care both companies of mine and ours" Somi nods and hugged her, giving her a light kiss before their attention turns to Jihyo
"Jihyo, you can have some rest.. It's been a long night"
"I'm alright, I want to stay.." The girls gave a small smile and bid their goodbyes, coming back to the prom which still continued and made up to the worried students and teachers by giving them a night to remembe while the Myouis got back home to rest as they were too stressed for the whole night..
"Hey, I got home to get you some clothes.. And some snacks too incase you get hungry"
"Thank you, Yoonsoo-ah.." The young doctor bows and left the room, Jihyo decides to change her gown into comfort pajamas and came back to see Y/n fluttering her eyes
"Y/n? Omg, you're awake.. Should I call a nurse?"
"I'm fine, I just need you for now" Y/n reached her hand out, Jihyo took her and intertwined their fingers together. Both had smiled, their eyes filled with love as they held their gaze for a short while
"So, what you said earlier.."
"I change my mind, I'll be yours.. Forever" Jihyo beams a smile, kissing her hand before smiling widely. Y/n lifts her other hand, using her thumb to wipe Jihyo's tears away then stroked her cheek softly
"I love you so much, Hyo"
"I love you more, Y/nn..always"
The end.
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husbandhannie · 2 years
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pairing: duke! minghao (seventeen) x f!reader
word count: 1100
genre: fluff, historical au, scene-by-scene
warnings: none, really. there's a kiss.
a/n: set in this historical au, this is the story of the reader and duke!minghao's first kiss (also mentioned in this nsfw drabble, minors dni). hi @97-liners, suffer the duke hao brainrot with me.
taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @zurikyo @husbandhoshi @kimhyejin3108 @starlightjoong
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SCENE 1: at a party hosted by a local farmer, in celebration of the increased yields this year. the increase is largely due to your efforts to modernize the estate - it had taken some time to convince the farmers to adopt new, more scientific methods but you had done it, and now they wanted to hold this celebration in your (and the duke's) honor.
there are a lot of flowers here - you've seen atleast twenty different varieties so far. at a high-society party, this would be considered downright gaudy, but the view warms your heart. you know that the farmer, mr. henley, had them brought in from other villages - most of these flowers don't grow here.
"i know this isn't what you're used to, your grace", mrs. henley begins hesitantly, "but we tried to make do with what we have".
"it's lovely", you reach out a hand to hold the older woman's, needing to assure her, "this might be the most beautiful party i've ever been to", you lean in closer, "and that includes my wedding".
the woman laughs, shaking her head at your antics.
"i don't see your oldest here, ma'am", you say.
"oh, she got accepted to that secretarial position she applied to", her voice swells with pride, "she left last week".
"you must be so proud", you smile, "it was for a magazine, wasn't it?"
"yes, your grace", she sounds surprised, "the lady's gazette, it's called. it's a big deal in the city".
you know this. you had called your friend in the magazine administration to put in a good word, but mrs. henley doesn't need to know that.
"how exciting", you smile, "how is the house without her?"
"oh, your grace", her smile wobbles, "children leave you when they grow up, but one is never quite ready for the emptiness when they're gone. you'll know what i mean, once you have your own".
you chuckle, not being able to divert her question as smoothly as you would've at a society ball. unlike the nobles that attend those functions, you like the woman - having found a kinship with her in trying to convince her rather stubborn husband (she always believed you were right).
children. you'd be lying if you said the thought hasn't crossed your mind since you married minghao, but you haven't really considered it for your near future. the limited discussion you had with the duke on the topic left the notion as a possibility in the distant future.
as if on instinct, your eyes seek out minghao, finding him crouching in front of a young boy in the corner of the room. children, you realize, seem like a much more inviting idea than you'd have thought. almost as if he can feel your gaze, he turns around, his twinkling eyes meeting yours.
"maybe someday", you answer mrs. henley, tearing away your eyes from your husband's.
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SCENE 2: on the carriage ride back to the castle (the residence of the duke and duchess). the ride stops suddenly.
"what's the matter?", minghao steps out and asks the coachman, james.
"there's some problem with the wheels, your grace", the young man replies, "if you give me a few minutes, i can run to the castle and fetch another carriage".
"that isn't required", you poke your head out of the car, "we can just walk there, it shouldn't take us long at all".
"are you sure?", minghao's voice is soft, "aren't you tired?".
"not at all", you huff and step out of the car, ignoring his hand, "but i understand if you are".
he looks at you for a second, mirth flashing in his narrow eyes.
"we'll walk, james".
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SCENE 3: on the walk back to the castle. no one is in sight as the couple walks through the ground.
"mrs. henley outdid herself today", minghao's voice is quiet in the night.
"yes, she did. the village will be talking about this for weeks", you try to ignore his hand brushing against yours, "her oldest left for a job last week, i think she got involved in the planning to not think about the empty house".
"she's not the only one torn up about it. her youngest was forlorn too, said he's going to send his sister some paintings he's making".
ah. so that's what that conversation with the young boy was about.
"and let me guess", you say with a smile, "you're going to send him a set of paints - without your name ofcourse".
"he'll never use them if he knows who they're from".
your heart warms at your husband's thoughtfulness. when he inherited the title and estate after the unexpected death of his uncle and his cousin, he could've just given it up and lived his life as a poet and painter in france. despite his distaste for the title, he took this responsibility on - solely to give the people of the estate a better life.
"what are you thinking?", his voice is soft. nervous.
"that i married a good man".
minghao says nothing, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lips, turning to look at you. your eyes catch a small flower on his hair, and you laugh, breaking the tender moment.
"there's a flower on your hair", you answer his questioning glance.
"i'm not surprised, there were so many of them today", he shakes his head, but the stubborn flower stays, "i don't know how you don't have any on your head", he pauses, a sly smile taking over his face, "but then i don't know if i could differentiate between you and a bloom".
"you know for a poet, you're quite bad with words", you chuckle.
"in my defense", he holds a finger up, grinning widely, "i'm a former poet".
out of their own will, your eyes move to the flower again.
"i cannot take anything you say seriously while you have that thing on your hair", you move to still him, placing your hands on his arms, "it looks like it's growing out of you".
your hands reach up to slowly disentangle the bloom out of his hair as he stands very still, watching you intently. you take the flower and insert it into his breast pocket, whispering a "there, done".
there's a moment of silence as the two of you stand a hair's width apart, taking each other in under the gentle moonlight.
you move to kiss him (or does he move to kiss you?), your hands running up his chest to wrap around his neck as his arms fasten around your waist.
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"Home of the Lost: Chapter 18"
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Being a vampire, according to Star, was nothing like anyone ever told her. Even as she had gotten to know the boys, part of her still expected them to sleep in coffins. She had been certain that David would be waiting for her with a dark coffin, forcing her inside of it in order to get some rest. Of everything she had expected, it was not this.
Sleeping upside down was something she had never thought to be possible. Even though Dwayne and Marko had reassured her that it was not only 'totally normal' but that it was 'safe', she still refused to do it. After everything she had gone through that night, sleeping upside down had been a bridge too far.
She sighed, staring at the lowering sun. The cave gave her the shelter needed for the last few rays of daylight. She sighed, wondering if becoming a vampire was the right choice.
In just less than a month, her whole life had been turned upside down. It seemed ages ago since she was on that bus, talking to the driver. It was ages ago since she last thought of the life she had lived before - and how afraid she had been of it.
And now here she was, standing at the edge of the cave, basking in the weakest rays of sunlight - knowing fully well it was a dangerous thing to do so.
"Fascinated, isn't it?"
Star looked up to see Marko standing beside her.
"Couldn't sleep?"
He chuckled. "I should ask you the same question. I've got a solid reason. What's yours?"
"Life?"
"What was your human life like?" He asked as he looked outside, absent-mindly biting his thumb. Star was certain it was a habit he'd formed after quitting to smoke, but she didn't dare to ask whether her theory was right.
"It was good. The beginning, that is. My dad was a lawyer. A bit on the shady side, and we all knew it, but he made money, you know? And whatever shady things he did, he made sure never to take it home."
"Shady as in covering up murder or-?"
"He was the contact person for a local gang and got involved in some of their schemes to take over the local government, you know?"
"Sure, that's normal," Marko shrugged, causing Star to smile a bit.
"For us it was. Mom worked at a local store as a business manager. She wasn't very good at it, but the boss liked her so he let her stay on. It was a bit of a weird town, I guess. But things were good. Me and my sister had everything we could have hoped for."
"You never mentioned a sister."
"Yeah, it's part of the reason why I left. I was sixteen when I got a boyfriend, and at first it was great, you know? We went out, made out, and had fun. But when he was eighteen, he became a recruit for the local gang, and that's when things went southwards. He became drunk more often, even a bit violent. I didn't want to believe it, because he had been so great before. We stayed together for another couple of months, and when I found out he cheated on me during my eighteenth birthday party, I broke up. I didn't know who he cheated with, but a couple of weeks later, I found out it was my sister."
"Shit. That really sucks."
"Yeah. What's even worse is that Greg just doesn't take no for an answer."
"He's stalking you?"
"Is. Was. I don't know, I haven't seen him here in Santa Carla. But I'm sure he'll find me sometime."
"He won't."
"You killed him already?"
He grinned. "He would've deserved it. What I meant is that you have nothing to worry about. He wouldn't dare mess with us."
Now, it was Star's turn to smile. "Maybe it isn't all that bad."
"It's always been fun being a vampire. Back in the day, it was just easier."
"When was 'back in the day'?"
"Early 1700s."
"Fuck, you're old."
"Oldest of the group."
"Should I call you grandpa, or-?"
"Shut up."
"Do you also feed the birds like those elderly do in the park?"
"Shut up."
"You do! Wait, are your teeth still real?"
Marko gave her a stern look, causing her to laugh. "You're as bad as Paul right now."
"What is he to you anyways? I'd guess a husband, or a boyfriend, but -"
"Humans do husbands and boyfriends. Paul and I, we just are."
"But it's still a matter of you're his, and he's yours?"
"I guess so."
"We will find a way to get them back, you know?"
"Yeah. I just don't like waiting. Realising Eleanor was right under our noses the while time sucks, and then losing Paul in a similar manner. At least Paul and I weren't fighting when it happened. When Elle disappeared, everyone was mad at each other."
"Why? You seem like good brothers."
"Yes, but Elle is stuck at almost seventeen. She's the youngest - except for you now, that is - and she was the only girl. We were maybe a bit too overprotective, not often allowing her to do things her way. She became more and more rebellious over the years, fighting against every single thing we did. We slept upside down, and she demanded to sleep in a coffin. We fed on whoever we could find. She only drank enough to get her fill so they wouldn't die. The worst thing was when she decided she wanted to learn magic. Max had an employee, Maria, who practised it. She taught Elle some basics. We had a fight, and while she was practising a spell, we yelled at each other, and I left. Then Paul came in, and it started all over again. She yelled something and then she was gone. "
"So, a typical younger sister?"
"She was great. Annoying. But great."
"You only say that 'cause you changed her," Star teased with a big grin, causing Marko to grin as well. "You know it."
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A quick little update~
I appreciate the asks I have the pictures ready for them I just have to get them done today (Dec. 14) this morning I have to go on a field trip with my oldest child and I forgot my sketchbook at home to take the pictures but being off today means I can at least do it this afternoon once I get home. (No guarantee but I do plan on trying)
Also the new DLC dropped just a few hours before midnight here where I'm for Pokemon scarlet and violet and I was wanting to finish my team up before I even started it. My Boyfriend couldn't find time to finish his Pokedex so he asked me to do it on my days off... which I tried. He still needs 35 more to finish the regular dex making it manageable for him to get the shiny charm (although with how many shiny he's already encountered I don't think he needs the charm 😆😂)
I'm still trying to get my bills caught up as I transferred to a new job that pays more ($11 per hour) and allows me to work the morning shift while my kids are in school. The past couple of days I've had to leave early due to boss's orders as labor was high but that's okay because they'll be times where I've tried to find myself to get busy and there be something that I can't do or they have enough people doing enough jobs, again I'm making $11 an hour I think I can afford to go home just an hour or so early from work to be able to be ready to get my children from school... That's more than I can say for my last job. Working at this job I have to wait at least two whole weeks before getting paid my first check so I'll have to get all my bills paid on the 20th but with the hours I've been working and showing the commitment that I can do what needs to be done it's actually a fairly simple job for $11 an hour, not the easiest job but I'm getting paid more for having to deal with everything and that's something~
I just wanted to update y'all as to why I haven't answered asks yet or have done anything else spectacular as of late... As I stated earlier right now I'm waiting to go on a field trip with my oldest child as per request of her teacher, my oldest child tends to be excited and forget to stick in line or stick with the group and rather than expect the teachers to do their best to keep in line with all the children I figured I would do my parental duty and come escort my child to behave herself on this field trip, as a parent SHOULD! (I'm not saying that everyone's a terrible parent for not escorting their kid or supervising them, but it just seems that you see more online parents neglecting their kids or expecting others to raise them... My mental state is "I had fun making the child, now I should take my responsibility in caring for the child" LOL there ARE good parents out there)
I'm not saying everyone can be a parent, if you choose not to have kids that is your choice and it is understandable that you are focusing on you at the moment or you feel like you are not parental material or you have fully decided not to have kids and that the world will still continue on without you having kids, it's definitely not the end of the world if you decide not to have kids. Children are a full-on responsibility that you have to be mentally physically and financially able to care for, they do not come with manuals, they do not come with all the mannerisms they are to have, they are like puppies you have to train them... I know this is like a whole big rant but if you've read all the way through this then I appreciate the time you took to read all of this or I'm happy to have at least killed some time for you since you're trying to waste time reading all this hobgobble 🤣 it's kind of obvious I'll sometimes go on a rant when I just want to simply put out there an update.
In any case if you've read this far I'm happy that you shared your time with me and or I was happy to kill some time for you, but as soon as I get back into the routine of working while my kids are in school and then enjoying the time in the afternoon with them while working on several projects everything will be hunky dory, hopefully with the New Year things can get into a routine and I can be able to get back on track~ the reason I say New Year is because the kids will be out of school for a couple of weeks and things are going to get hectic while I'm at work 😅
If you've read this far I hope you have a wonderful day and stay safe~💐☃️
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lionheartslowstart · 4 months
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Job
Woof, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. This season is always challenging for me. I have Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) and it leaves me depressed and with absolutely ZERO energy. I almost always gain some weight, and I spend about half the day sleeping. And the depression, I cannot overstate it. The best way to describe it is that I'm hibernating, but I'm awake. Literally as soon as the clocks turn over, this becomes my life. It's a major bummer.
The good news is, I just got a job that should start a week from tomorrow. So that's exciting. Hopefully it will be a fun job that gets me out of bed in the morning and gives me just a little more energy to get through this time of year.
I'm a little nervous. Obviously, I haven't worked in a while. That's partially due to being in school, partially due to medical issues, and partially due to, well, just being disabled. But this being my first job in a hot minute is not the only reason I'm a little on edge.
I am, without a doubt, going to be the oldest person working there. The manager who interviewed me wasn't coy about it. She was nice, but she was blunt. She asked me why I was interested in the position and what I thought I could bring to the team. I was honest, and I guess she liked my answer. Still, I was a little self-conscious. Though some people have mistaken me for younger (some as young as 23!), I feel I am starting to look my age. Trauma aside, I am worried it's going to start limiting my options in life, especially in my career. That's not to say people don't become successful when they are older. Look at Melissa McCarthy and Tina Fey. And gosh that would be amazing if it happened to me. But it's certainly not the life I wanted or hoped for, and I have the added layer of being autistic who went most of my life undiagnosed. Meaning that, up until very recently, I never had the accommodations (or frankly, the grace) I needed to get through life unscathed. Please don't get me wrong, I'm very lucky in many regards. But I'm also scarred, traumatized, and FAR behind my peers. I honestly don't even feel comfortable calling them my peers anymore. It's embarrassing.
It's not just my career I'm worried about. Even my options in the workforce will undoubtedly be affected by my age. (Note, if you're new here, my career is in the arts, so when I talk about work or jobs, I'm talking about "normal" jobs that artists have to work to pay their bills.) My age and my work experience do NOT add up at all. It will be EXTREMELY difficult for me to find jobs that fit me correctly in terms of age, maturity, and life experience. At the very least, my new boss offered me an extra dollar an hour, I assume out of respect, so that was nice.
I don't know, I guess it's all finally catching up with me. I'm getting older, my body and face are changing, and my life is not at all where I wanted it to be. But I'm going to try really really hard to stay optimistic over the next few months. Like I said, this time of year is excruciating for me, and it's way too easy for me to spiral and sink down the rabbit hole.
So for now, I'm just going to start this new job, keep practicing pole, keep submitting for roles, practice self-care, and hope everything turns out okay.
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wardaehn · 1 year
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Everything in Its Season
Prompt: leaves gently falling down from the trees and fluttering in the wind
Summary: Atlas survived countless tragedies, but still seems inclined to follow them where they go. His present friend, Rune, is too curious to leave him be.
Atlas is supposed to be dead. He had belonged to the First Collegium Massacre, after all. Not that he ever made it to the body count of poor old merchants. Touched by the gods, it was said.
He was under the front-desk counter then, covered in black soot, choking as if he would die a second death just by breathing in the thick smoke. He couldn't even knee up through the heat. Contrary to common sense, his skin appeared to be barely touched by the fire after it died out.
Now, you find Atlas in the oldest alleyway of the city, eyes rapidly blinking away the pain of a penetration wound, temporarily bidding farewell to his otherwise ever-constant digestive system. He would close his eyes, and that would be it.
Rune nearly skidded on the cement, arriving faster than professional emergency response in record time, scolding the old man between breaths, "How many times do I have to tell you, if you get in trouble with muggers, either you hit—"
"I hit, run, or talk shit, right. I remember, Rune. I haven't developed dementia in centuries, what makes you think I'll have the pleasure of it now?" Atlas opened his eyes, removing himself from fake death. He remained on the cold, littered ground of Goldthwester Alley, doing nothing but grumble about the predictable damage reversal happening in his belly.
Rune merely sighed and watched the forever-retired merchant's body reconstruct itself over her knees. "Well, how are you feeling? Might as well find out, if you're gonna keep jumping into danger."
"Like a thousand needles prickling my legs. I feel better on the ground, though," Atlas lightheartedly responded with a thumbs-up.
She helped the man up after the tedious wait was over and, smelling that many places stank, made a face like Atlas himself was litter that needed to be disposed of. But as always, she'll be driving the litter home where he can take a break from his history (and malodor).
After answering the bare minimum for homework, she would read to him late into the night. She would ask about places he'd been to, and thoughts he'd had.
He'd tell her everything, except his one wish that he thinks about day in, day out.
She pretty much guessed it, but wouldn't utter a word of it.
She wouldn't ask about why.
She would mark the stories which made the old man cry and carefully plan to read them to him again after a few weeks have passed. And then she'd fall asleep and Atlas would carry her to her own bed.
He cannot sleep, and he cannot stop thinking. But for a moment, his thoughts were briefly relieved by a spontaneous view outside the window, of the first leaves being shed.
"Ah, winter is coming," he chuckles at the fallen leaves, feeling a little envious. A little more than 3 million fathoms underground, Nibiru—the giant dragon—pulses in its sleep, responding to Atlas' walks on earth.
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one-abuse-survivor · 3 years
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Hi all! Since life is a bit overwhelming right now and I have more asks than usual in my inbox, I'm not going to be replying to them in order for the time being. As I say in my about, I try to more or less answer the oldest asks first, but right now I can't commit to that.
Thanks for understanding!
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battymommastuff · 3 years
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Hey Mom!
Titans x Batmom
Prompt: Dick Grayson forgot to call his mother, so she shows up to the tower.
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"Richard Grayson!"
"Oh shit..." Dick said when the voice of his adoptive mother filled his ears. Jason, who was with him perked up instantly and bolted out of the room. He ran by Rachel who raised a brow then was even more confused when she saw Dick walking with a look as if he was in trouble.
She followed him to the main room of the tower where she saw a woman being hugged nearly to death by Jason, "I missed you so much Ma!" Jason exclaims earning a snort from Hank who walked into the room with Dawn at his side. Jason quickly cleared his throat and backed away.
"I missed you too little bird, now where is my other bird?" She asks then looks behind him seeing her oldest son trying to hide from her. She crosses her arms and glared daggers at Dick who was doing everything to avoid her gaze.
"Who is that?" Kory asked quietly from behind Hank and Dawn. The woman was wearing a long black coat with suit pants and a deep blue silk button up shirt. Her black heels looked untouched and brand new. She was gorgeous.
"Y/N Wayne, wife of Bruce Wayne." Dawn explains then grins when she sees you walking over to your son.
"Dick." You say sternly uncrossing your arms and lifting your son's face. He smiles sheepishly then scratches the back of his neck, "I haven't heard from you in a week. Want to explain?" She asks then gestures for her other son to approach. Jason without hesitation makes his way over to you and you wrap your arm around his shoulders placing a soft kiss on his head.
"Sorry Mom, It's been hell."
"So I've heard, but that's no excuse to not let your worried mother that her boys are still alive." She scolds softly then opens her other arm. Dick smiles softly then wraps his arm around her waist and she pulls him close.
"My baby birds, when did you both grow up?" She whispers placing her hands on their faces. Everyone watched with amusement as they both melted under their mom's touch.
"Holy shit! Y/N Wayne!"
You jump then turn around seeing a boy with bright green hair running towards you. He grabs your hand shaking it happily while talking so fast you could barely make out what he was saying.
"Gar...breathe." A girl with dark hair and a red gem on her forehead says as she pulls him away. You laugh lightly then turn back to your boys who were both smiling at you. It was the first time you had them both together, and it was wonderful.
(Later)
"Mrs. Wayne, this is too much. We should be cooking for you." Dawn gushes as she sees the kitchen island full of food. You heard about their diet and started cooking a giant dinner.
"Nonsense, and call me Y/N my dear." You respond then hand her a few plates, "Set the table while I fetch the children?" You ask and smile when she does just that.
You walk down the halls knocking on doors and telling everyone to go to the kitchen. You were passing the area where they kept their suits, and saw Dick sitting there staring at the spot that his suit use to go. You sigh then sit next to him.
"Does Bruce know you're here?"
"Well with the tracker he put in me on our wedding night, I'm sure he'll figure it out."
Dick nods then rests his head on your shoulder. You hold his hand in yours then use your other to wrap around his shoulder, and rub his head," I remember doing this when you were young, it was the only way I could get you to sleep." You whisper then rub his arm, "Usually then something was troubling you..." You trail off then look at your son waiting for an answer.
"I'm not Robin anymore Mom, who am I?" He asked then looks at you with those big doe brown eyes that he use to look at you with when he was younger.
"Well...you're Richard Dick Grayson, adopted son of the Wayne's, former Robin..." He cuts you off with a look and you giggle softly.
"You need to figure that out on your own Dickie. You aren't a kid anymore. You'll know when the time is right."
Dick smiles then rests his head back on your shoulder.
"Hey Bro, could you stop hogging mom, and come on? I'm starving, and mom made some good fucking food." Jason said as he poked his head between the two of you. He grabs you hand and pulls you up, and you grabbed Dick's.
You hoped that you would have more of these moments with them...many many more.
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bemylord · 3 years
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ꜱ/ᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ │ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ
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↳ characters: satoru, itadori, megumi, toji, nanamin, sukuna.
↳ warnings: it's fluff part, so there's no angst or hurtful things [some parts might be spicy].
↳ butler's remark: finally have dropped the last part of this angst theme.i don't know what kind of dr#gs i used when i was writing the last three.
↳ part one;
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ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:
he'd be very sad and angry at himself for screamed at you. he didn't mean to push you away because of his fatigue. as he recalled the phrase you dropped before leaving: 'i'm gonna cuddle with megumi-kun' this phrase goes on and on in his head as he runs into your room. he knocked first, hoping you're alone. he knocked again, but there's no response.
'my baby, i'm so-so-so sorry, baby.' he just jump to the bed, wrapping arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. 'no, don't cry because of me, i'm the worst boyfriend ever.' he kisses the top of your head.
yuuji will cry with you if you'd continue to sob your nose, burying your face as deep as it's possible in itadori's chest, unable to deny his necessity. he's comforting you in his arms, whispering praising phrases about you.
'i was a fool, y/n, please forgive me.'
'promise me you'll never scream at me like that.'
instead of words, but kissed your lips, nodded his head. yuuji will show his love and affection by kisses and hugs, holding you tight to keep you from running away.
'y/n, i love you.'
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ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:
you've decided not to leave but stay home, waiting as long as his malice calm down. you were waiting for him in the bedroom, still grieved by the last words. you know megumi wasn't serious - he hates being beaten up by todo or satoru, you also know that he'll be a puppy right after a bath.
he showed up in the room in the home shorts, aimlessly rubbing the back of the neck, breathing out what caught your attention.
'i shouldn't have let the anger gets the best of me, y/n.'
bruises and abrasions are coaxed on his upper body and face as it brings the pain when he sits on the bed. he again rubs the skin, nervous to ask you to heal him.
'i-i would like..'
'i'll heal you, 'gumi.'
he smiles, seeing you tenderly how you treat wounds. he thought you were going to kill him after the acuteness, but here you are, helping your lover.
'i don't deserve you y/n, you always have been so kind to me. i'm sorry for being a moron, my angel, i didn't mean it.'
you took him of guard by a quick, yet lovely kiss on the lips.
'i will make it up to you, i will change.'
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ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:
you may think it'll take days or weeks for him to the realization of what did he do. you were a naive one by leaving the gold wedding ring on the table, thought he won't notice.
'i am not a servant or errand girl, i'm his wife!'
perhaps, you thought he won't sniff as you're leaving the house, silly. he has a perfect hearing to hear where you're going and what you left.
'what a jerk i fell in love for, had the misfortune to marry that...'
'to marry that?'
he finished your sentences, turning your body by your arm.
'need a woman to meet your needs, toji? i've had enough.'
his strong arm didn't let you a chance to leave the place you stand, only pulling you by the chin to look into the loving eyes.
'fool, you're my woman, my wife, and the mother of my future children.'
'regret?' he gasped into your lips before kissing them, nibbling lightly on your lower lip.
'i'll do anything to make you forgive me. should i ea-?'
'home, toji, home!'
'by the way, if you ever take the ring off, ohh. doll~'
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ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏᴜ: [i think i was h1gh, no hate on me after]
i heard about the woman that have called her boyfriend about thosand or more times, so.. it's satoru. satoru has been calling you since you've left the house, maybe, you'd pick up the phone if you weren't be fury at your boyfriend.
you were walking in the park where gojo first confessed his love. your first kiss and something more than a kiss. that place you will always remember is the tallest and oldest tree in the park. noticeable and stately. as you came to the tree you heard someone behind you.
'you knew it's my place, y/n!' what? is that a touchy voice?
'whatever i'm leaving.'
'where do ya goinnng~~'
'home.'
'fine, i'm walking home too. take you home?'
'we live in the same house.'
'that's better! wanna watch netflix and chill?'
i'd say you're mad at him, but i'll lie. he's so funny and cute, how can you resist?
'don't act like a clingy, gojo.'
'you began first. ok-ok, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.'
you had to gag him with a kiss because he would have continued talking nonsense. acting like a child. he lifted you by the waist, kissing you and whispering sweet phrases.
'i love when you're clingy, my baby, i was- i feel so bad due to the work, my angel. soon we'll be going on the mission.'
he lowered you to the ground, kissing you on the tip of your nose.
'let's pick some flowers and make a wreath, shall we?'
'we'll get arrested.'
'you can run, y/n.'
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ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:
you were taking a bath on your own, drowning in the tears - as you've mentioned you're overly clingy and vulnerable and nanami had had known this. he knew you could be sticky when you haven't seen him in a few hours - but does it badly? he knocked twice on the door, waiting for your response.
'darling, mm-' he hesitated as if you'll reject him. 'may i come in?' you only made a quiet mumbling sound, but it was enough for him to enter the bathtub.
he took off his suit, joining you. no matter how much you try, he will see your weeping eyes.
'i shouldn't have yelled at you over a hard day. darling, come to me, tell me how your day went.'
'not before you tell me about yours.'
you sat on his lap, massaging his sturdy, tired shoulders, helping him relax.
'taking a bath like that with you after a day's work is what i like best.'
he kisses your lips as your palms still find themselves on his shoulders. anyway, nanami doesn't want his future wife to cry over him - he'll be the best husband.
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ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ:
it has been weeks since you didn't interact with the king: neither you didn't come to his domain nor answer on his questions. when his sudden mouth appeared on yuuji's cheek, asking you to immediately come to his domain, you didn't feel the need to respond sukuna, irritating him.
you were waiting 'till the king will utterly be pissed off by your behavior, taking the possession of the vessel body to finally have a conversation with you.
'y/n, do something! sukuna has been so furious that i can hardly restrain him.'
'the king wants to see the stupid girl?' you crossed arms over the chest, letting out a sigh of relief - finally. 'i'm coming, sukuna.' you touches yuuji's chest to find yourself being instantly on sukuna's lap.
'you've been ignoring me for weeks, woman.'
'i wonder why? because i'm stupid and clingy?'
sukuna pulled the loose strands of hair out of your face carefully, so as not to hurt you with a claw. he cups your cheeks, making you stare directly at him in the eyes.
'i won't say it twice, so hear me out.' he kissed your lips with fondness, which was not characteristic of him. 'i'm sorry, okay?'
from now on, you can show off that the king of curses said sorry to you. be proud of yourself, 'till his eyes are cast dark hue, palms found themselves on your hips.
'i've been alone for days and days, y/n,' you could feel something raising underneath you. 'and why through all bastards you've chosen satoru?'
someone is jealous..
however, i have a feeling that there will be some sort of sequel...
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teebarnes · 3 years
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✨ | A Bad Day
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader
Summary: You had a bad day at work and Bucky knows that, so takes this chance to brighten your bad day.
Word Count: 2k
Warning(s): Fluff, crying... I think that's about it.
A/N: Thank you for 100 followers! Plus, I mean, who wouldn't want Bucky to comfort them after a bad day? (GIF isn't mine)
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Locking the door behind you, you lean yourself against your door, sliding to the floor. Tears flowing down your face, you pike your knees up you to the chest, wrapping your arms around them. It was another one of those awful days at work, your face hidden in the nook you made. You slowly sobbed to yourself, trying to express the bad day you had quietly into your house as if it could listen.
The quietness of your rural home thickened the sound of your tears; you sigh deeply into your knees, attempting to catch the breath you longed for. Then, calming yourself, you wipe the tears with the end of your jumper before hearing your phone ring. A few sniffs holding the fact you were crying, you check your phone to see it was your best friend calling.
"Yellop", you softly chime to your best friend on the end of the other line. You can hear an audible laugh. "Yellop doll, how was your day?" The voice you always long to hear at the end of your days. "U-usual", you softly chocked out before continuing ", how about you, old man? How was your day?" You giggle slightly at your remark.
A long pause extended your conversation with him before he broke the silence with a soft laugh through his nose, "usual, same since we last spoke", you smile, getting up, taking the conversation to your couch. Hearing his voice had taken away any sadness you had before you even picked up the phone. "Hey, I'm coming over. I need your help," he says, which piques your interest.
"What does a 107-year-old man need my help for? I'm sure you have all the life experience you need," you joked; Bucky gasps ", ouch, my feelings… they're hurting because of you", he laughs, causing the two of you to roll your eyes at each end of the line. "May I ask what you need help with?" You sat up from the couch, eagerly waiting for his reply.
A steady silence homed their conversation for a few seconds "a date y/n… there is this beautiful woman I want to ask on a date." He sighs.
Your face drops slightly, tears rushing down your face again like the ones before. Quickly wiping the tears, you answer, so Bucky doesn't worry "a date, huh? Since when do you socialise" you half-laughed to yourself sadly. "well… doll. You see, I don't if I'm honest," you both laugh, waiting for him to continue. "But… she is amazing, beautiful, the most incredible person I've met", he boasts to you over the phone.
You couldn't help but wallow in your thoughts for a bit, wishing that it were you he was talking about. But you knew that you two were just made to be the best of friends; despite how you felt towards him, you knew he could never feel the same. It took you a while to collect yourself when Bucky spoke again, breaking your train of thought. "Doll?" Your eyes focus again on your surroundings, coming back to the reality that you wanted to run away from right then and there. "Doll, are you there?" He asks again; you clear your throat "yes! yes… sorry, yes I am." You coughed.
"I am happy for you, Buck! She will be so lucky to have you." You stand up from the couch walking into your kitchen. "I am the lucky one, actually…" he replies softly. You smile at his reply only to realise the context of the conversation before answering back to him, "Well… are you sure you need my help? I feel you have all of that covered. I don't think I could be of much help to you, Buck." You held the phone between your shoulder and your ear as you opened the fridge up to check what was for dinner tonight. "I most certainly do doll. You are a vital part to getting this right," he excitedly says; you could never turn him down.
Even after being his friend for over ten years, you still couldn't say no to him. "Geez, Bucky, you really are serious… I'll have you know, though. I haven't had a boyfriend since I met you, so I'll only be able to give you basic pointers," you laugh to yourself. "Doll, don't worry about it… as long as you're there, that's all I need." He swoons. You couldn't help but laugh, "see, buck, with that attitude, I think she will say yes." You lightly say, "plus, have you asked Steve? I'm sure he has better advice to give," you question. "Yeah, I did… no help there", he laughs.
"Okey dokes, well I'm going to take my shower n stuff… you've got a key so you can let yourself in, alright?" You say, continuing to push through the built-up tears and emotions that halted at your throat. "Okay, doll! See you shortly," he says "see ya, Buck" you smile, hanging up.
Not knowing it, but your world fell before you; you didn't want to lose Bucky to a woman he hasn't even told you about. Then again, you cared for his happiness, that is what he needed after all the trauma he had been put through. You shook off the tears sucking up the pain into your stomach, heading to take a shower.
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Bucky’s POV
"How do I tell her, Steve?" Bucky groans, pacing around the living room, "I love her so goddam much, but I am afraid to lose her. What if she doesn't like me and only sees me as a friend-"Bucky is cut off by Nat, who is sitting on the other side of the couch reading a book. "Bucky, I am going to slap some sense into you soon. She is head over heels for you." She sighs, getting up to leave the room. Bucky continues to pace again, with Steve closely watching.
"Ask her on a date Buck. Go from there," Steve lightly says, leaning back into his seat. "Hey doll, I know we've been best friends for ten years now, but I just wanted to let you know that I've fallen in love with you since the day we met", he frustrates into the palm of his hands. Steve chuckles a bit, "sounds about right", he snorts. Bucky wide-eyed to his oldest friend. "Ahaha, so funn-" he is cut off with a buzzing in his left pocket.
Reaching in, he picks it up "oh, it's just Sam" he rolls his eyes, answering, "what's up, Sam?" Sam sighs "have you talked to y/n recently?" He asks, which immediately makes Bucky furrow his eyebrows "no, why? Has something happened?" A pause before Sam speaks, "Can you check on her, please. She had a rough day at work. I have a feeling she is not at her best at the moment." Bucky's eyes dull hearing that the woman he's in love with is sad "okay, on it. Thanks for letting me know, Sam", he let out a sigh. "I've given her the week off, but please check." He sternly asks. "You have my word Sam" Bucky hangs up, turning to Steve.
"She had a bad day at work…" he frowns before plopping himself on the couch. "Well, buck, this may be a good opportunity to take her out on a date? Or even have a sneaky film night?" He stands up, patting his friend's shoulder. Bucky gives a slight grin, nodding, "Thanks, pal".
Steve walks out of the room, leaving Bucky alone with his thoughts, "okay okay okay, I can do this, I can do this." He hypes himself up, taking his phone pressing your contact that he had on speed dial.
"Yellop" Bucky hears on the other end of the phone; he couldn't help but melt to the sweetness of your voice. It was one he loved so much. It wasn't unusual to call each other; it was a religious routine for the both of you. If one didn't call, the other would. But this time, it was different; Bucky was nervous; it has taken him ten years to work up the courage to ask you out. But he still couldn't, not without seeing your face, not without being able to hold you as he said he loved you and not without comforting you first. He knew you didn't want to burden him with your troubles, so he took it upon himself to make up an excuse just to see you.
After the call, Bucky knew that you'd been hiding your emotions just to have your usual conversation with him. He felt even guiltier when he went on and on about you but never had the guts to tell you that he was talking about you.
Bucky packed a night bag from his room, packing it onto his motorbike before making his way to the local supermarket that was on the way to your house.
He picked up some of your favourite snacks and a bunch of your favourite flowers, securing them on his bike before riding to your house. Then, turning his bike off, he left it parked in your garage, heading inside. He closed the door behind him, walking into the kitchen laying the snacks on the table before heading down the hall into your room. He could hear the shower running and knew you were still in there.
He could hear you singing a soft melody of your favourite song; Bucky smiled, took his shoes off, and set them at the door in the hallway. Bucky flopped onto your soft bed with the flowers he had for you hidden on the bedside away from the bathroom door so you wouldn't be able to see them when you'd come out.
Finishing your shower a few minutes later, you wrapped your hair in a towel. Drying yourself and popping on your oversized henley, the same one Bucky had given you all those years ago when you had nothing to wear the first time you slept at his. You put some undies on and Van's socks. Using the dryer to dry your hair, you fitted your thick hair into a messy bun with your black scrunchy. "Alright", you took a deep breath before heading out to see Bucky lying on your bed.
"Oh, Buck! Hey," you smiled at him. His head was comfy on the bedsheets; he turned to see you, a bright smile upon his face. "Hey, doll," he noticed straight away that you weren't wearing any pants, something he was used to but not used to at the same time. You'd always make a fuss over going to bed with pants on; you hated wearing pants to bed. So you just opted for socks. "So", you sigh, flopping on the bed next to him. "Who is the girl?" You asked, turning your body to the side facing him. He chuckled, rolling over the edge of the bed, coming back to meet you, your favourite flowers in his hand; you both were face to face.
"You"…
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You look at him, jerking your face back a bit in surprise but totally melting seeing the flowers. "M-me?" You reply; Bucky smiles, brushing the hair from your face nodding, "It's always been you y/n." His arm caressed your cheek, and you couldn't help but rest yours on his. You kissed the inner of his hand before taking the flowers leaving them on the bedside table.
"You know how long I've wanted to tell you that I love you" you smiled almost in tears; wrapping his metal arm around your waist, Bucky pulled your body close to his "And you know how long I've wanted to say the exact same thing" he rested his head against yours "I am in love with you y/n, I've loved you ever since I met you". You sniffled, cupping his cheek before leaning in, kissing his chapped lips; he leaned into him, kissing back "and just when I thought I was going to have to let you go, you prove me wrong," you chuckled through your tears.
He chuckles with you. "I couldn't tell you on the phone. I had to be here. Plus, Sam told me you had a bad day, so I wanted to be with you." You smiled, giving him the biggest hug. "Thank you, Buck. Thank you for doing this" he kissed the top of your head.
"You're welcome, love", he smiled.
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Afterglow (A Bucky Barnes AU fan fiction) - Chapter 10
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
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CHAPTER TEN
Just like last time he was here, Bucky grabbed some cereal box, poured the contents on a bowl followed by a tall glass of milk dumped over, making a mess on the kitchen island like a ten-year-old kid. You just finished changing into some new clothes when he finished pouring the milk in the bowl.
You followed into the kitchen, pouring yourself a hot cup of coffee from Peter's new coffee maker he got just two weeks ago and cleaned the mess that Bucky had left.
"How is it," you started just as he was about to walk out, "that you can flawlessly make a drink without making a huge mess but not with a cereal?"
He plopped down on the couch and placed his feet on the coffee table and turned on the television. He shrugged in response, eating a mouthful. "I was just trying to impress you. You're Peter's best friend. I want you to like me."
You just hummed and sat down on the love seat as soon as you finished, lifting your knee to your chest and letting the warm liquid slide at the back of your throat, letting the caffeine sit in me. You gave him no response as you didn't know what else to tell him. You just gazed at him, watching him like a hawk, as he continued to take a mouthful.
But you weren't staring at him like you did before. You were, somehow, trying to read his mind because the person sitting right now on your couch felt and looked so much different from the person who kept giving you lingering stares at the bar. One moment he was complimenting your photos, and the next your face. It felt like there were two of him and you didn't know which one attracted you more.
No one had ever looked at your photos the way he did. No one had ever talked about your photos the way he did. And no one had ever succeeded in getting a sudden yet fleeting internal reaction from you by calling you "doll."
"It's rude to stare, doll."
Except Bucky.
You apologized, and averted your gaze from him towards the television screen which showed the news channel. You took a huge sip of your coffee and ignored the searing pain of the hot liquid on the roof of your mouth. That's gonna leave a mark.
You hibernated inside your room for the next few hours, watching some sitcom on your laptop. You would hear Bucky yelling at the television screen from time to time or into his phone. Some names unfamiliar to you were mentioned. You hated the feeling of isolating yourself from the world but here you were, cocooning because you didn't know how else to be around Bucky after what happened that one night.
Plus, it felt like you were a child stuck with your babysitter.
He would knock on your door, check up on you, ask you if you needed some snacks, or if you wanted to do anything else besides locking yourself up in your room. The last time he called out for you, he was asking you to lunch, to the little Italian place across the building. Starving, you agreed to come with him only if he paid.
He just shook his head with a smile on his face. "I feel like you're taking advantage of me."
"I am." You said, locking the apartment door behind. "It's not like everyday I'm out with a rich guy."
"You gotta stop calling me that. I'm not rich rich."
"Compared to me, Buck," you said, "you are. Come on, let's go, I'm starving."
Just as you anticipated, Marco was beaming at you two once you entered his place, clearing a way for you, parting the customers like Moses did with the Red Sea. He pulled out two chairs for you and Bucky. Marco, as you assumed, was more than happy to see Bucky and more of his money. Bucky shook hands with Marco, thanking him.
Once you ordered, you turned towards Bucky who was busy looking at the photos of the gorgeous places in Italy on the walls. There was a bridge of silence between you as you continued to stare at him, still trying to read him. He may be an open book but it felt like his pages were complete blanks. Pages that were deep, far away from the cover, hidden and hoping to never see the light of day.
"Hey, Bucky?" you said, grabbing his attention. "What did you mean that night? When you told me I was something else? And please, don't give me one of those 'you're not like most girls' crap." You gave a snort of disgust.
He chuckled, biting the inner part of his lower lip before speaking. "I wasn't, anyway. You just intrigue me, that's all."
You subtly glance at him. "I intrigue you?"
"Yes, honestly you do. And you're fun to be with. It's not everyday someone agrees with me to scare off a one night stand the first day we meet." He laughed. "And I would like to get to know you better. And not just here."
You knitted your brows together in utter confusion. "Wait, what do you mean not just here?"
He shrugged, his eyes leaving yours and looked at somewhere else besides you. "Like outside."
"Like outside?" You repeated, the realization dawning on you. "Bucky, are you asking me out on a date?"
Bucky lifted his head and proceeded to look at the spotty ceiling, his lips curved downward. "If you want it to be."
You chuckled, shaking your head. "I don't think it's a good idea."
Then, he shot his head towards you, an agonizing frown marring his perfectly chiseled face. "Why not?"
You could think of many reasons why it would be a bad idea. First, you haven't been on a date for a very long time. Every person who had asked you out never had the luck of receiving a good answer from you. Second, Bucky was a complicated man.
And third, it would feel like betraying Peter.
"You're Peter's stepbrother." You sighed, defeated. "I can't do that to him."
"Right. Peter."
Marco came just about damn time to give you your newly-cooked food. Bucky ordered the same thing he got last time he was here: an Aglio Oglio pasta, paired with two large slices of pizza and garlic bread while you got a footlong Italian sub dripping with Marco's secret family sauce he never dared reveal. Marco said something in Italian before going back to the counter to tend to other customers.
Bucky smiled at you before you started digging in and began to speak. "How about this? Just two friends hanging out, not in the apartment, not here, not even at the bar, and getting to know one another. No funny business. Just like this. How does that sound?"
"As long as you promise not to give me those weird creepy stares you've been giving me since last night."
"Please, you also couldn't keep your eyes off me." He rolled his eyes. "Plus, I do have to admit you do look hot making drinks." He scrunched up his nose, taking a bite of his pizza without his eyes leaving yours.
A wave of confidence surged right through you, prompting you to ask this next question: "Did the whole cleavage thing push things?" You winked.
Bucky tilted his head to the side, just like he did this morning in the apartment, swallowing his food. "I'm not gonna lie, doll, that was also pretty hot."
"You should thank my friend Nat for that then."
He smirked. "I'll be sure to. So, uh, are you in?"
"What kind of question is that?"
"Well, I don't know how you kids these days ask things. Is it like that? I feel like it is."
You rolled your eyes, chucking a piece of garlic bread to his face. "I'm not a kid. By the way, how old are you?"
"I'm turning thirty-nine next month."
"Thirty-nine." You repeated. "Wow, if we were to go on a date, you'd be the oldest guy I've dated."
"Well, I'd be honored."
After your little lunch, Bucky went back to his office in his penthouse to deal with a few things with his associates while you, on the other hand, headed to the bar and started to fix all the stuff accordingly. A few hours later, Nick and Nat silently creeped up behind you, scaring the shit out of you and nearly making you drop the bottle of whiskey you were holding. You scolded both of them which they just, in turn, shrugged off.
You pulled Nat into one of the booths, making sure you were out of Nick's sight and wouldn't be able to hear you.
"Bucky kind of asked me out on a date." You whispered.
"Holy shit, I knew it. I knew he has the hots for you!" She said with a voice louder than you would've liked.
"Sshh, keep your voice down! I don't want Nick to hear this."
"Oh right, 'cause of the whole thing."
"Yes." You replied. "So anyway, I told Bucky it wouldn't be a good idea because it feels like I'm betraying Parker."
"He's just his stepbrother. Honey, you wouldn't be betraying anyone at all."
"But Parker's my best friend -- "
"Exactly." Nat's eyes bore into yours. "He's just your best friend, not your boyfriend so go date whoever you want to date. Just not Nick. He's kind of a loser."
"Isn't there some kind of code?"
"Like a bro code?"
"Yes, something like that."
"Did you and Peter have an agreement that you shouldn't date his stepbrother?"
You shook your head no.
"Then it's okay."
"Isn't dating your friend's siblings a part of some unspoken rule?"
She rolled her eyes at you, obviously fed up with all the excuses you have been trying to make. "As long as you're not hurting anyone then it's fine."
An exasperated sigh came out of your mouth. "Well, Bucky seemed to kind of agree to it, so what was supposed to be a date turned into just friends hanging out and getting to know each other. His words, not mine."
"Right, and once you get to know each other, you two can go on expensive dates and such."
"I don't know, it doesn't feel right."
"Now, now, don't be too sudden with that thought. Deep down you kind of want this to happen. If you didn't, you wouldn't be having second thoughts about this."
Oh, what you would give to prove Nat wrong but there was nothing else you could give because you knew she was right. You were fleetingly staring at Bucky as much as he did with you. And right from the get-go, there was spontaneity which opened up a whole new thrill in you. Something you never thought you'd ever feel.
The rest of the night felt excruciatingly slow.
There were some familiar faces in the crowd and some unfamiliar ones brought in by the regulars, having fun on Saturday night. While you were taking orders and making drinks left and right, your eyes kept roaming in the nameless faces inside the bar, hoping to see Bucky but your hopes were crushed when you found no sign of him. You were forced to take your mind off him for once as you were flooded with more orders, and complicated drinks that weren't on the menu. In the middle of your shift, there was even a small argument between a college student and a man in his thirties at the pool table. Eventually, the man, assaulting the poor boy, got kicked out of the house by Steve which was just a piece of cake with all the muscles he was packing.
Steve approached you with a stern look on his face. "If you see that guy again, don't let him in anymore alright? I don't want any fights in my bar."
"Got it." You said, taking note of the man's face from earlier. You warned the other bartenders beside you and the waitresses going around. You sighed, thinking to all the times you've told Steve to hire bouncers for the place but he just said:
"What do you need bouncers for when I'm here?"
And it was kind of hard to argue with that because it did make sense. The only problem was he was always cooped up in that small office of his. You never bothered to learn the secrets he was keeping in there. He couldn't always be doing work stuff. But after a few weeks of working with him, it was best to let those things slide as he was your boss.
Once your shift ended, you texted Bucky where he was but you never got a reply. You exchanged numbers right before he went back to the White Wolf.
You were greeted by an unlocked apartment once you got there but there was no sign of Bucky.
"Bucky?" You called out his name as you removed your jacket and placed it on the coat rack just beside the door. "Are you here?"
Silence answered you back. You went into your room and changed your shirt into something a bit more comfortable: an oversized sweater. A few seconds after you changed, you received a message from Bucky telling you to go to the rooftop.
You immediately went up, the chilly New York air touching your cheeks. You emerged from the ladder with a bewildered look crossing your face. The once grimy floor of the rooftop was perfectly cleaned up, leaving no dust and dirt behind. There were two large crates in the middle, big enough for two people to sit on. On top of the crate were a large box of pizza (you assumed it was from Marco's), and two bottles of ice cold beer.
"What on earth?" You gasped, finding Bucky emerging from behind a big box just casually standing against the brick walls.
"Hey, doll." He greeted you with a cheeky smile.
You stepped towards him, enveloping yourself in a hug in an attempt to warm yourself up against the cool air. "Did you clean our rooftop?"
"I may or may not have. Who knows? Anyway, I got us some pizza. I figured you were hungry from your late shift."
As a matter of fact, you really were. Drained from the endless orders and demands, you usually didn't have the time to sneak a bite of food or even a sip of water.
"I got the pizza from Marco's. He's a really nice man and was more than glad to see me when I stopped by."
"Of course he was." you laughed, sitting down on one of the crates. You opened the box, your mouth already drooling from the sight of Marco's mouth-watering pizza. "He likes the dough. Ha! Get it?"
He rolled his eyes at you but with a hint of a small smile in his lips as joined you on the crates. "So, are you gonna spend the night in the apartment?" You asked.
"Yes."
"What, got another girl back in the penthouse?" You teased, nudging his shoulder.
He gave you a throaty, sarcastic laugh. "This time, no."
"Too bad. I was ready to give a performance of a lifetime." You chuckled, glancing at him sideways and catching him with a big smile on his face.
You looked around you. The only source of light you had was the city lights towering above, and ahead of you. "You know," you started, "if you hung those little lights on the walls or just above us, this would seem like a date."
He pretended to wipe some sweat off his forehead. "Phew, dodged a bullet over there huh?"
You giggled, tipping the cap off the ice cold light beer and bringing the top of the bottle to your mouth. The liquid felt cold in your mouth but soon warmed up, nestling inside your stomach.
"This is nice." you commented then started to ramble on some more. "It'd be nicer to see New York during sunset though. Ever since I got the night shift in the bar, I rarely do. It's all the traffic and bright city lights."
You painted Bucky a picture of the last sunset you've watched. You had no recalling memory when it was but you remembered it as another cold day (but not as cold as tonight). The colorful sunset hues plastered in the high skies. Seeing it from the rooftop felt like they could easily be reached, as if they were wanting to be touched. And without a warning, the sun started to go down millisecond by millisecond.
"To others, what happens after a sunset is just another sign of the darkness to come. And then poof, city lights." you continued, then proceeded to gesture at the sky. "But for me, the feeling after a sunset is what I love the most. The sun wallowed in serenity in the pale break of light in between those dark clouds forming. Ugh, I just love that."
"I see what you mean." Bucky hummed, withdrawing his eyes to the sky to look at you. "It's like an afterglow."
"Yes, like an afterglow." You agreed, meeting his intense gaze. "If seeing something so beautiful makes you feel good then the after of it all must be... more pleasurable."
"A lot of people tend to miss that detail after sunset." He replied. "But not you. You're a photographer, y/n. The details in nature, in people are some things you can never miss."
You just hummed in response, taking a huge sip of your beer. " So, when did your love for photography start?" Bucky asked.
"It started when I was young." You replied. "I would play around with my parents' digital cameras, take photos of literally everything around me, especially when we were on vacation. It was just a hobby then. I never thought of it as a means of living until I was in college. God, I hated business school. Every second of it. I just did it to make my parents happy but I really wanted to be out there, embracing people, embracing everything in life. It's like -- "
"Capturing people's stories in a different light?" He continued for you, as if reading your mind.
"Exactly." You smiled, quite happy that he saw it the way you usually did.
"If it wasn't for the hotel business I also would've been an artist. Maybe an actor."
"So, why didn't you?"
"Because business is all I know." He sighed. "Tony Stark, the guy who adopted me, taught me everything there was to know. As he was building his empire, he pulled me towards it and now, I'm running one of his hotels. Y'know, I don't think of him as a father or anything. More like a friend, a wingman."
And just like that, Bucky peeled himself like an onion. Slowly. Layer by layer by layer. But then he stopped. He opened his mouth to say more but then he decided to stop. You waited but nothing else came out. As much as he wanted to know you, you too wanted to know him — and not just his wild adventures but the things that were deeper than that.
It felt nice to talk to Bucky this way. Actually, it wasn't just nice. It was very comfortable that it gave you a warm sensation on your chest.
Seeing that he wasn't as comfortable as he was before opening up, you steered to a different topic. "Have you ever felt that kind of feeling?" you asked.
"What feeling?"
"The afterglow feeling."
"No," he chuckled, "I don't think so. I'm stuck in a routine, y/n. Business, party, booze, girls. Nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary. Everything's the same, everything feels like nothing after."
You agreed with him. "I guess I'm also stuck in a rut." You harmonized with his laughter, seeing your life flash before your eyes. "Cheers to that."
With that, you drank the night away.
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ibijau · 3 years
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Losing their memory only to have it come back after a much awaited true love’s kiss Nie Huaisang & Lan Xichen please. Lan Xichen loses his memory (maybe on a night hunt?) And even though him and Nie Huaisang have been together for over a year they haven't told anyone else yet so Nie Huaisang tries to wait for him to remember on his own but when he doesn't Nie Huaisang eventually breaks down and ends up kissing him. (Either completely alone or in front of a huge crowd) again I don't mind changes
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this got a bit out of hand and is nearly 6K, oops?
Lan Xichen turns toward Nie Huaisang, and smiles politely.
“And you are?”
Nie Huaisang nearly drops his fan. More than the question, it is the tone of theother man’s voice that shocks him. It is the polite but slightly distant tone that Lan Xichen uses when talking to sect leaders or people who have come to beg for Gusu Lan’s help. Nie Huaisang has only once before been on the receiving end of that tone, the first time he came to visit Lan Xichen after the events in that temple. 
It was a slap back then to be treated so coldly. 
It is even more so now, with the new balance they’ve tentatively started to reach.
Nie Huaisang is too stunned to answer, but the juniors around Lan Xichen seem unsurprised by this. They trade a few worried glances, then the most confident Lan junior grabs Lan Xichen’s sleeve and smiles up at him.
“Lan zongzhu, that’s Nie zongzhu,” he explains. “He’s the one who came with the Nie juniors to help supervise the Night Hunt. You really don’t remember that either?”
“Not right now,” Lan Xichen amicably admits. “But I’m sure it will come back to me very soon. I’m sorry if that was rude, Nie zongzhu,” he adds, turning his attention back to Nie Huaisang and bowing slightly. “I seem to have suffered through a slight mishap and cannot remember a number of things. Please be patient with me if I behave inappropriately.”
Behind Lan Xichen, a few of the Nie juniors grimace. Even the Lan kids look uncomfortable. None of them know how close the two adults with them are, but they’ve seen their friendly banter earlier in the day, miles away from this reserved manner of address. Lan Xichen has never called Nie Huaisang ‘Nie zongzhu’ outside of discussion conferences. It feels wrong, so wrong that Nie Huaisang almost feels dizzy.
He keeps himself calm though. The children are already very distressed, and Lan Xichen is obviously not in a state to deal with anything, so Nie Huaisang has to take charge until someone more competent comes along.
“What happened?” he asks the Lan junior who spoke earlier. “Did he get hurt?”
A wound to the head could explain temporary difficulties, but Lan Xichen doesn’t look unwell. Indeed, the Lan junior only briefly hesitates before shaking his head.
“We’d spotted the demon,” the boy explains, glancing up at his sect leader. “Lan zongzhu thought there was something strange about it, so he asked us to stay back while he got a better look. But the demon spotted him and did something, and now he’s like that and doesn’t remember anything.”
Nie Huaisang nods along. So does Lan Xichen.
“If that’s so, I’m glad I went ahead,” he says. “A demon? How frightful. I’m glad none of you children were harmed.”
In spite of his growing anxiety, Nie Huaisang can’t help a weak smile upon hearing this. Even like this, Lan Xichen is still the same person, and Nie Huaisang is impossibly fond of him. It must be terrifying to not know who anyone is or what’s going on, and yet Lan Xichen is so fundamentally kind that he’s still more worried about the children than his own state.
“Indeed, we were lucky,” Nie Huaisang agrees, opening his fan to hide that smile he can’t contain. “From the way villagers described it, I wouldn’t have expected that demon to be strong enough to harm Zewu-Jun. That’s you,” he adds, catching Lan Xichen’s confused gaze. “Your courtesy name is Lan Xichen, you are sect leader of Gusu Lan, and your title is Zewu-Jun.”
“It’s pretty,” Lan Xichen muses. “What is your title, Nie zongzhu?”
Nobody says anything, but Nie Huaisang can still hear the juniors of both thinking ‘Headshaker’. He doesn’t get called that too much these days, but he doubts that it will ever fully leave him. Usually he doesn’t mind, but somehow it’d be embarrassing for this more innocent version of Lan Xichen to know anything about Nie Huaisang’s tricks.
“I don’t have a title,” he announces, before turning again to the children. “Do you have everyone from your group? Did you count yourself after the demon escaped? No one missing or added?”
“No, Nie zongzhu,” a different Lan boy answers. “We’re the same number as before. Nie zongzhu, can you cure Lan zongzhu?”
However touched he is that anyone would have that sort of faith in him, Nie Huaisang grimaces.
“No, probably not. Let’s go back to the inn for now, and from there I’ll send a distress signal to warn Hanguang-Jun.”
“Hanguang-Jun?” Lan Xichen curiously repeats. “A friend of mine?”
Before Nie Huaisang can answer, the Lan juniors all start correcting their sect leader, eager to explain who Lan Wangji is. Even some of the Nie children join in, such is the fame of the great Hanguang-Jun. All Nie Huaisang can do is herd everyone toward the village where they’re staying, and make sure that nothing too outrageously untrue is said. 
He notices that while the children don’t hesitate to speak about Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen’s claims to fame from the Sunshot campaign and after, they are careful not to say anything about more recent events. The oldest among them can’t be much more than thirteen, but they already have enough good sense to guess that speaking of Jin Guangyao would only hurt Lan Xichen. Nie Huaisang feels proud of them, though he knows he has no reason. He’s not the one who raised them, and even his own disciples have not felt his influence much.
Perhaps more than pride, it is gratefulness that he feels. Or else, it might be admiration. Such is the effect that Lan Xichen has on people: it is impossible to know him and not care for him.
With the children chatting and Lan Xichen listening, they make it safely to the inn. That’s where Lan Wangji and the inevitable Wei Wuxian find them after a few hours. 
Things, after that, go very fast. Lan Wangji checks on his brother while Wei Wuxian interrogates the juniors to learn more about the demon. Nie Huaisang stands to the side, knowing he won’t be of any help. He pays their bill, and announces to the village chief that they won’t be able to eliminate the demon just yet, but will make sure the situation isn’t allowed to degenerate.
It is a bit of a surprise when Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian say that they have no idea how to get Lan Xichen back to normal, but it isn’t a huge shock either. Nie Huaisang is starting to suspect the demon might have been extremely powerful, but merely of mischievous temper rather than outright evil and thus only caused small problems for local people. It is a little worrying that Lan Xichen might have been cursed, but the Lan elders are wise people and they will set him right in a matter of days.
So while Lan Wangji takes his brother home, followed by his husband and the Lan juniors, Nie Huaisang gathers his own little disciples and prepares to do the same without having exchanged another word with Lan Xichen. It doesn’t bother him too much.
He knows he’ll soon hear from Lan Xichen, and together they'll laugh about this misadventure.
-
As days turn into weeks, Nie Huaisang tries not to worry about the lack of news coming from the Cloud Recesses. If things weren’t going well, he would have heard about it. Gusu Lan might have a rule against gossip, but servants and guest disciples still like to chat. Just as Nie Huaisang was among the first to hear when Lan Xichen entered seclusion after the death of Jin Guangyao, he’s sure he would know if his curse had proved impossible to lift.
Lan Xichen must be fine.
Which means, also, that his silence must be a deliberate choice. That for whatever reason, he cannot find time to spare to tell his lover that he is feeling better, nor to schedule when they might try to meet again. Lan Xichen is a busy man, and ruling Gusu Lan is a more involved job than ruling Qinghe Nie, so Nie Huaisang has been warned from the start that if they chose to change the nature of their friendship, there would be long periods where they wouldn’t meet.
Nie Huaisang, refusing to appear possessive or clingy, decides not to ask for news when none is given. He has distracted Lan Xichen from his responsibilities too often when he was playing the fool, he cannot continue doing so now that he is no longer hiding.
Weeks continue passing, and still not a word from the Cloud Recesses, except an official letter reminding Nie Huaisang that he is invited to a discussion conference set there. The letter bears Lan Xichen’s seal, further proving that he is fine and simply too busy to fool around. Or perhaps that incident with the demon, and how useless Nie Huaisang was in the aftermath, has reminded Lan Xichen that aside from plotting murder and painting, his lover isn’t good for much.
The advantage of a secret relationship, Nie Huaisang realises one day, is that there’s no need for a public break-up. Lan Xichen only has to stop contacting him, and things are over.
He realises, also, that it was Lan Xichen who insisted on keeping things secret as they figured out if this could work. He had said that Lan Qiren and Lan Wangji might have objections otherwise, which seemed like a wise consideration at the time, but now Nie Huaisang can only wonder…
If this was Lan Xichen taking revenge for being left in the dark about Jin Guangyao’s true nature, then he played his cards well. Nie Huaisang never saw it coming, though perhaps he should have.
Even for a man as kind as Lan Xichen, some things must be too much to forgive.
-
When the time for that discussion conference comes, Nie Huaisang considers not going. There’s never much there that interests him in those conferences, and he doesn’t quite feel ready to face Lan Xichen yet after what he is now convinced was a silent break-up. He also refuses to give anyone the satisfaction of having wounded him, though, and that means he has to go to Gusu and act unaffected.
Not so long ago, it would have been odd to arrive at the gates of the Cloud Recesses and not be greeted in person by Lan Xichen. Usually whoever is guarding the entrance has instructions to go warn their sect leader that his old friend has arrived, allowing Lan Xichen to lead Nie Huaisang inside even though he was given a jade token long ago, back after his brother’s death. 
This time, Nie Huaisang gets to use that token at last, because he is told to go in alone since Lan Xichen isn’t free to come at the moment. He supposes he should feel grateful that the token hasn’t been deactivated. Maybe Lan Xichen feared there would be a scandal. Maybe he doesn’t care enough to remember that Nie Huaisang even has that token.
Either way, Lan Xichen isn’t there, and ultimately it is Lan Wangji who comes to meet him and leads him to the guest quarters. Nie Huaisang figures it’s better than if it had been Lan Qiren, who still scares him a little from his time as a student.
At dinner that evening, Lan Xichen is absent. Nie Huaisang doesn’t ask any questions, but someone else does, only to be told that Lan Xichen has to deal with some urgent situation and likely won’t be present during the entire discussion conference. There’s some whispers about that, unsurprisingly, but no one is alarmed and Nie Huaisang least of all. With Gusu Lan’s reputation, they tend to be asked to help with very delicate cases that require great expertise. It is not so extraordinary for Lan cultivators to have to drop previous engagements to go help those in need.
Nie Huaisang may or may not be relieved that he won’t have to face his former lover just yet. Either way, he is careful not to show any emotion, especially once he notices that Wei Wuxian keeps glancing his way.
He will not give anyone the satisfaction of seeing his heartbreak.
Come morning, the discussion conference starts as it normally would. Lan Xichen’s absence is hardly felt at all. Lan Qiren is more than competent to represent Gusu Lan, having done so for many years. If Nie Huaisang’s eyes accidentally start looking for Lan Xichen every time someone says something particularly stupid… well, it’s unlikely anyone will notice. His reputation has improved, but Qinghe Nie is still not quite back to being a Great Sect again, nor is it likely to happen in his lifetime, so nobody really pays attention to him. Nobody except Lan Xichen, and…
Well, not even that anymore.
Which is fine.
Nie Huaisang has managed to be on his own for ten years, he doesn’t mind going back to that. The only regret he allows himself is that time passes so slowly in those damn conferences when he has nothing to look forward to. Inane chatter is so much worse without the promise of stolen tenderness later on.
But instead of being able to run to his lover’s arms
, when the discussion ends for the day, Nie Huaisang finds Wei Wuxian waiting for him at the door of the hall.
“Nie-xiong, let’s have a chat,” Wei Wuxian demands, grabbing him by the arm and kidnapping him so he cannot join others to dinner.
“I’m kind of hungry,” Nie Huaisang complains. “Can it wait?”
Wei Wuxian grins, and takes a small box from his sleeve, holding out for Nie Huaisang to remove the lid.
Nie Huaisang starts salivating the instant the smell hits his nose.
“Dumplings from that place you used to like,” Wei Wuxian announces. “It’s still the same man making them. So, can we have a chat, or would you rather have a proper Lan dinner with everyone?”
“Wei-xiong, you are the worst and I hate you,” Nie Huaisang grumbles, staring at the dumplings. “Fine, I’ll listen to you.”
Wei Wuxian grins and continues pulling him away from everyone. Lan Qiren, who leaves the hall last, notices them going away and glares at them but doesn't actually say anything. 
"I see the in-laws are liking you a little better these days," Nie Huaisang remarks, carefully grasping one dumpling. He would have preferred not eating with his hands, but he can make sacrifices for the sake of a good meal. "Not long ago, Lan Qiren would have gone mad, seeing you disturb his conference like this."
"I didn't disturb anything, you lot were done for the day," Wei Wuxian objects, letting go of Nie Huaisang’s arm. He too grabs a dumpling, and inelegantly shoves it in his mouth. "And he's glad I'm helping with Lan Xichen," he adds, spitting food. "It's a difficult situation." 
Nie Huaisang knows he's being baited. He truly knows it. 
"What about Lan Xichen?" he still asks, unable to stop himself. 
"Nie-xiong, don't you remember that curse he was hit with? We're still trying to lift it." 
Nie Huaisang stops in his tracks and stares at Wei Wuxian. 
"What do you mean you're still trying to… It's been months! What could take you so long? Aren't you supposed to be a cultivation genius? Isn't Gusu Lan a well of wisdom?" 
Wei Wuxian shrugs, and gobbles another dumpling. 
"So you really didn't know, eh?" 
"How was I supposed to know? No one saw fit to inform me of this situation. Excuse me for having too much faith in your competence, Wei-xiong." 
"Didn't it strike you as odd that Lan Xichen stopped contacting you after that incident?" Wei Wuxian retorts. "I know the two of you had become close again lately. Some friend you are, letting this much time pass without news." 
Nie Huaisang's face burns at those words, and he quickly opens his fan to hide behind. It shouldn't surprise him that Wei Wuxian guessed what was going one between him and Lan Xichen.
"Yes, yes, we both know I'm a terrible friend, especially to Zewu-Jun," he grumbles. "I just assumed he was busy. Not everybody can ditch their responsibility whenever they please to go Night Hunting like you do, Wei-xiong." Nie Huaisang pauses, and sighs. "Is it really serious? Is he in any danger?" 
Can I help? he wants to ask, though the very idea is so ridiculous it isn't even worth saying out loud. If all of Gusu Lan and Wei Wuxian have failed to bring Lan Xichen back to normal, Nie Huaisang won't be of any use. 
"It's more inconvenient than anything," Wei Wuxian says, lifting a weight from Nie Huaisang's shoulders. "Aside from the memory loss, he doesn't suffer at all. His cultivation is still the same. He hasn't even forgotten everything either. He recalls everything to do with cultivation or the arts quite well, he can still fight without problem… But anything personal is just gone."
"Oh. Well, then it might be more of a blessing than a curse," Nie Huaisang remarks. "Or have you told him…" 
Wei Wuxian quickly shakes his head, nibbling on another dumpling. Nie Huaisang steals another one and does the same, refusing to watch his dinner be eaten under his nose like this. 
"We only told him basic things, to see if it would help his memory. He knows he has an uncle, a brother, that I'm married to Wangji… But since that didn't really help, we figured it was better not to say too much. Lan Qiren decided it would just have distressed him."
Nie Huaisang nods. He still remembers the way Lan Xichen looked that night, at that temple, after everything had come to light. To inflict that upon him a second time would have been too cruel. 
"Truly a blessing then," Nie Huaisang muses. "Maybe it's for the best and we should let him be."
"Nie-xiong, you really are too dramatic," Wei Wuxian complains. "We've told him that his past has painful things in it, but he still wants to remember. And you should know, he's been asking about you." 
Hearing this startles Nie Huaisang who gapes at Wei Wuxian. 
"Didn't… Didn't you say he doesn't remember anything? Wei-xiong, make up your mind about this. I swear if you're lying…" 
"Not lying," Wei Wuxian retorts, biting into the last dumpling. "He can't remember anything from before that Night Hunt, but apparently you make a strong impression on him that day. He frequently asks about the 'handsome young man' and has said a few times he wants to thank you for helping and keeping the children calm that day."
"He's just being polite," Nie Huaisang grumbles, his cheeks heating up upon hearing that even without memory of their acquaintance, Lan Xichen still finds him handsome. His looks aren’t too bad, but he doesn’t quite compare to some other cultivators. "I suppose some things don't change."
Wei Wuxian shrugs, and puts away the now empty box.
“So, Nie-xiong, are you coming with me so see Zewu-Jun? We told him you’d be here, he’s very impatient to ‘meet’ you at last.”
“No,” Nie Huaisang says.
“No?”
“No.”
“And why not?” Wei Wuxian asks, his expression quickly losing its warmth. “Aren’t you two quite close lately?”
Nie Huaisang hides behind his fan, and looks away.
“Wei-xiong, me coming to see Zewu-Jun can only have two effects,” he says, and raises a finger. “One, it does nothing to help his memory, he realises that aside from my face I don’t have much to interest him, and he’ll be embarrassed for even asking about me. I’m not stupid, without shared experiences, there’s little to draw him to me. It will just be awkward for both of us. Or else...” He raises a second finger. “Two, seeing me unlocks his memory. And wouldn’t that be cruel? He has a chance to live free from the burden of what happened, I would not take that from him.”
“Nie-xiong, you’re still a coward after all,” Wei Wuxian remarks.
“Think what you will,” Nie Huaisang retorts. “I’ve had to hurt him once like this. I can’t do it again. Could you, if it was Lan Wangji?”
“I know Lan Zhan would want to remember. Without the bad, we wouldn’t have the good either. Zewu-Jun said he wants to remember too, and he said he wants to see you. Isn’t that more important than your guilt, Nie-xiong?”
Nie Huaisang grits his teeth. There’s no reasoning with Wei Wuxian when he’s convinced to be right, and for someone who was so blind for so long, Wei Wuxian certainly thinks himself an expert about romance.
Lucky him, if what he has with Lan Wangji is worth all the pain, all the suffering. Nie Huaisang, given the choice, would rather not have gone through all of that. Even if it meant never getting the chance to be with Lan Xichen, who surely would have picked someone else if life hadn’t pushed them together. And whatever Lan Xichen says now, when he doesn’t know what darkness lurks in his past, Nie Huaisang is convinced he will regret it if his memories return to him.
Nie Huaisang doesn’t mind making that choice for him.
It won’t be the first time.
Besides, he’s already mourned the romance that had only just started between him and Lan Xichen. He is quite fine with having lost this, even if it isn’t in the way he imagined.
It’s fine.
Everything is fine, and this is for the best.
“I’ve made my choice, Wei-xiong,” Nie Huaisang announces with all the confidence he can fake. “Please tell Zewu-Jun I cannot meet him. Even if he’s upset at first, I’m sure he’ll get over it quite easily.”
“Nie-xiong!”
Ignoring his old friend, Nie Huaisang turns around and starts walking back toward the heart of the Cloud Recesses.
If he feels a cold, gnawing sensation in his chest and stomach, he’ll blame it on hunger. After all, Wei Wuxian very rudely ate over half his dinner.
-
Due to a mistake, the disciples Nie Huaisang brought with him to the conference have been given their own separate room rather than to stay in the same guest quarters as him, as would be more usual. Or, well, it might be unkind to call this a mistake. It is an arrangement that became needed after things changed between him and Lan Xichen, so they could more easily have time alone. Nie Huaisang can’t remember what excuse they gave to justify the need for this, but apparently whoever is in charge of organising things for the guests wasn’t told that this isn’t needed anymore.
A shame, because Nie Huaisang isn’t particularly in the mood to be alone. Or at least, not in the mood to be alone in the damn Cloud Recesses, where he has no way of getting his hands on alcohol except through Wei Wuxian and… well, it’s not really an option. Nie Huaisang will have to face his renewed heartbreak sober, which isn’t something anyone should have to go through, he thinks.
Just as Nie Huaisang starts wondering if he should just go to sleep and try to forget this unfortunate situation, there’s a knock on his door.
It is odd for anyone to come see him. His disciples know they can’t wander around so close to curfew unless there’s an emergency, in which case they wouldn’t knock. Wei Wuxian is angry at him, and will probably remain so for a few days to a few weeks, until he forgets they had an argument. King of Grudges Lan Wangji has done his best to pretend Nie Huaisang doesn’t exist, just as he does with Jiang Cheng. Nie Huaisang can’t think of anyone who might come see him.
There’s another knock on the door, the rhythm of it familiar, yet also not. After some hesitation, Nie Huaisang decides to go check, though he carefully keeps one hand on the handle of the dagger he took to carrying everywhere since launching in motion his revenge plan.
Nie Huaisang opens the door.
And then very nearly closes it again when he sees who his visitor is.
“I’m sorry for coming so late,” Lan Xichen says with a polite smile. “And I understand that you told Wei Wuxian that you had no desire to speak to me, but I really must have answers for some of my questions.”
Nie Huaisang does some quick math. He could still try to close the door. Either Lan Xichen would accept his rejection and things would end for good, or he will force the door open and Nie Huaisang simply isn’t strong enough to stop that. He knows what Lan Xichen would normally do, but he has no idea how different this version of Lan Xichen is. Nie Huaisang would rather not risk antagonising him, not now that they aren’t even friends anymore, and not when he knows better than most how terrifying Lan Xichen could be, if he just bothered.
With a sigh, Nie Huaisang gestures for Lan Xichen to come in.
“I have little to tell you that your brother and his husband couldn’t say better than me,” Nie Huaisang meekly states, his heart clenching at the sight of Lan Xichen in this room, too much like other times and yet so different. “But I’ll try to be of use, of course.”
“I’ve tried asking them first,” Lan Xichen reveals as he steps inside, letting Nie Huaisang close the door behind him. “But they’ve admitted that they didn’t know the answer to some of my questions, and they were reluctant to share speculation with me.”
Nie Huaisang hides a grimace behind his fan. He supposes he should be grateful that Wei Wuxian and his husband have acquired such a distaste for gossip, but sometimes it’s really annoying.
“If they don’t know, I doubt I’ll know much more, Zewu-Jun.”
“And I think you do,” Lan Xichen softly insists. “I have done my own share of speculation. I have found some letters, some paintings, a few gifts, and so I must ask… Nie zongzhu, am I right in thinking we were not only friends?”
The hopefulness in Lan Xichen’s face, in his voice, are so unbearable that Nie Huaisang has to look away.
Of course Lan Xichen would have figured that out. However much they tried to hid in public, in private they were quite open about the way they felt, all the more so because they never had the chance to meet quite as often as they would have liked. Nie Huaisang’s letters were hardly restrained, though still more so than some of the ones Lan Xichen sent him. The content of those would have left no doubt possible as to the nature of their relationship.
“Zewu-Jun, I’m not sure this really matters,” Nie Huaisang says, avoiding the question. “Since you have no memory of anything, no matter what our links were in the past, it would be unfair of me to demand for them to be maintained. I will not make demands of you, don’t worry.”
“I would not mind if you did,” Lan Xichen protests, stepping closer. “All these weeks, I’ve been thinking of you a lot. Everyone else acted so worried, but you were the one person who kept his calm, you took care of the children, you made sure the innkeeper was paid, you even made sure to update the people who had called for our help on the state of their problem… I was so impressed by how level-headed you were, and that’s why I started asking questions about who we were to each other.”
Blood rushes to Nie Huaisang’s face upon hearing his behaviour that day being praised. To him, what happened back then is a bit of a blur because he was so worried for Lan Xichen, so he doesn’t really remember what he did at all. Surely he can’t have handled it that well, it must just be that Lan Xichen is too kind, as always.
“Zewu-Jun, things between us… I won’t deny that they were a certain way,” Nie Huaisang admits, gripping his fan a little harder. “And I am very touched if I made a good impression on you that time. But things between us… you have to understand, even if things were good, it had come at a heavy price. I have done many things that you did not approve of. Things I am not sorry about, because in the end, I got what I wanted, and I’m the sort of person for whom that’s what matters. To put it bluntly, I’m not a very good person, and I have no intention on improving myself.”
“I don’t think you’re quite so bad,” Lan Xichen retorts with amusement. “I have read the letters you sent me. You seem like a very soft and sentimental person, Nie zongzhu, and I think I like that.”
Nie Huaisang sighs, and shakes his head.
Suddenly, he misses Lan Xichen.
The real Lan Xichen, the one who knew his tenderness and softness didn’t mean he wasn’t also capable of horrors. The one who loved him in spite of it… perhaps even for it, at times. And the reverse was true as well. Although he'd always had a bit of a crush on Lan Xichen, it wasn't until everything was exposed, until they'd both known the best of the worst of each other, that Nie Huaisang had really fallen in love. 
He can't wish for this ignorant Lan Xichen to suffer what the original one had suffered, he isn't that unkind.
But he also can't love someone who doesn't have the life experience to understand why he is the way he is. 
"Zewu-Jun, I'm really not the way you think," Nie Huaisang states, as coldly as he can manage. "If you remember someday, then I'll be happy to resume what we had, should you wish it. Until then… for your own good, it's better to go our separate ways. I don't have anything to give you, not as you are now. And I love you too much to wish you the pain of remembering your past."
"So instead, you cause me the pain of being rejected," Lan Xichen bitterly remarks, walking closer, close enough to touch, if Nie Huaisang wanted. He wants to. He still doesn't move. "Can I do anything to change your mind?" 
"Zewu-Jun…" 
"Please understand it is very unpleasant to hear you say that you love me at the same time you’re pushing me away. If you gave me a chance…”
Nie Huaisang laughs behind his fan.
“Trust me, it’s better for you. Just walk away and forget about me.”
“Nie zongzhu, give me a chance,” Lan Xichen pleads, looking so heartbroken that Nie Huaisang has to avert his eyes.
“It’s better that way.”
It is.
It has to be.
It isn’t like things could have lasted anyway. They both have a duty to their sects, to their families. It really is better this way.
“Then at least… would you kiss me, Nie zongzhu?” Lan Xichen asks.
“Zewu-Jun, that’s not…”
“Give me this at least, if you won’t give me anything else. If we were happy once, don’t I deserve a last goodbye?”
That would be a terrible idea. Nie Huaisang knows himself. If he gets that small taste of what he used to have with Lan Xichen, he’ll be tempted to actually take that risk, and then when it fails, when this too innocent Lan Xichen realises what he’s capable of and starts hating him for it, Nie Huaisang will know it was his fault for being weak, for not making this end cleanly.
It would be stupid to kiss Lan Xichen.
But it’s been months, and the day has been so long, and Nie Huaisang is too tired to continue making the right decisions.
“Just one kiss,” he sighs, closing his fan.
In an instant, he finds himself pulled into Lan Xichen’s embrace, soft lips pressing against his own with a clumsiness that he once found endearing, when it all started. Lan Xichen was so inexperienced when they got together, though he learned fast. To be kissed against with that unskilled enthusiasm is a bitter reminder that this man isn’t quite his Xichen.
Even knowing this, Nie Huaisang returns the kiss with a touch of desperation, his arms around Lan Xichen’s neck, keeping him close while he can have him.
After a while, Lan Xichen’s mouth pulls away. Nie Huaisang, who had closed his eyes at some point, opens them again and finds his lover staring down at him with an air of shock, panting harder than the kiss truly justifies.
Before Nie Huaisang can say anything, Lan Xichen breaks into a smile and kisses him again.
This kiss is different.
This time, Lan Xichen isn’t so clumsy anymore, he knows how to lick into Nie Huaisang’s mouth, how to bite and suck on his lips just right, leaving the other man breathless. His hands are no longer just on Nie Huaisang’s hips either, they move to pet his hair, to grope his ass, his thighs, to pull him closer until there’s no space between their bodies, pushing him against the door until Nie Huaisang is trapped in the most perfect of ways.
When that kiss ends, Nie Huaisang too is breathless, and his legs feel so weak that if he weren’t clinging to Lan Xichen so tightly, he’d fall to his knees for sure.
“You ridiculous man,” Lan Xichen breathes against his lips. “You always have to make things difficult, don’t you?”
Nie Huaisang’s grip tightens. The other man’s voice seems different suddenly. Warmer. If it weren’t foolish to hope…
“Even after all this, you really can’t believe I’d trust you?” Lan Xichen accuses, sounding too amused, too fond. “We’re going to have to work on this, A-Sang. I really thought you’d learned not to try to handle everything alone.”
“Xichen,” Nie Huaisang gasps, half fearful that he’s misunderstanding. “A-Chen, are you…”
“I’m back,” Lan Xichen confirms, rubbing their nose together before stealing a brief kiss. “And I’m not letting you go, you silly man, even if I’m a little cross you’re still so convinced you don’t have my full trust. You’re really…”
“No, don’t scold me,” Nie Huaisang mumbles, suddenly a little embarrassed by how dramatic he’s been, even if he still thinks he wasn’t wrong. “You can scold me later. For now, just kiss me again. I’ve missed it, and I’ve missed you, so kiss me, A-Chen.”
Lan Xichen grins, and promptly obeys.
Nie Huaisang pulls him closer. He loves this man, loves him so much, and he’s so glad to have him back at last.
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Unexpected Places (Pt. 05 of 11)
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Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader
Word count: 2.5 K
Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.
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The Crippled And The Blind
The loud voices, laughter, and yells are echoing through the house. Ragnar is with a group of wanderers that just stopped by. He seems to be getting along with them since they're all very friendly and brought good things to trade. You have no intention of interrupting the conversation, so you stay on the inside. You make your way to the hanging table, sitting on it as usual. You're still softly swinging when you hear Ivar's unmistakable footsteps, and a small smile comes to your lips. You do try to push it back, but when he comes to your sight, it's still there, in full display.
“Won't you join the party?” He asks, coming to stand next to you by the table, his free hand holding on the chains.
“No. If I show up out there, Ragnar will introduce me as an England princess and I wouldn't want to steal all the attention he's been getting.” You answer in a sassy tone, shrugging your shoulders. “What about you? I bet they'd love to meet Ivar the Boneless.”
His smile only gets bigger, and a chuckle leaves his lips. Things with Ivar have been... Different. In the last weeks, you've been chatting a lot, more and more every day. But you're keeping a distance. The stories about Ivar reached your ears quickly, and you know he's dangerous. Still, it's getting hard to see that side of him when he's been treating you so... Kindly. It got people talking too. Hvitserk said Ivar is surprising him, acting like that. But you try not to overthink, and just take one day after the other and see how it happens. So far, you're enjoying your talking.
“Let the old man have it.” He mutters, pushing the wood and making you swing again. “I was planning on taking a walk on the beach.” Speaking slow, he smirks at you. “Wanna join me?”
Biting your lower lip, you nod, jumping to the ground. “Why not?”
You both go through one of the doors on the back, and you realize Ivar can keep a fast pace despite the clutch. The cold wind makes you brace yourself by the time you reach the sand, and you lightly rub your arms.
“Should've brought a warm cloak.” He mutters, glancing at you.
“I'm alright.” Pulling a strand of hair away from your face, you stop by a small boat. “What's the reason for this?”
“Reason?”
“Yeah.” Leaning your back against the boat, you shrug your shoulders. “You never invited me for anything like this.”
“Maybe it was because I never thought you'd accept.” Sighing, he sits on the sand, resting the clutch on his legs.
“And why would you think that?” Looking down at him, you cross your arms. “I thought we were somehow friends by now.” You're still unsure of where exactly you are with Ivar. With Hvitserk, it was almost instantly, and you've been good friends since day one. Ubbe took longer, but you have a nice relationship with him as well, even though you're not as close as you are with Hvitserk. But Ivar... It's different, you're still not quite sure why. “Or have I misread things?”
“I like to think we are friends, princess.” When you finally look at him, those blue eyes are already set on you.
With your cheeks burning, your heart starts beating faster, drumming on your ears. “We are.” You assure him, taking a deep breath and settling down beside him, looking at the ocean. The waves are strong today, loudly crashing on the sand.
“Good.” He bumps his shoulder against yours. “Not many women want to... Hang around with me.”
His statement makes you pinch your eyebrows together. “Why?” You can't imagine a reason for any girl not want to... What? Be around Ivar? Or maybe have some attention from him. Of course you can only speak for yourself, but the Vikings must be mesmerized by his strength. By the stories they tell about him. And on top of that, you're not blind. Ivar is handsome, very handsome. Any woman would love to get his eyes set on her.
“Isn't it obvious?” Ivar gestures at his legs and only then this ‘obvious’ come to your mind.
“Oh.” Staring at the metal clothed legs, you shake your head lightly. It never really got to you. It's not that you haven't noticed, but it never played an important part in your judgment of him.
“Bad news, princess. I'm a crippled.” He sing songs, his voice a lot darker.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you push your legs up, hugging your knees. “I know you're a crippled. But being honest, I don't see the problem.” It isn't hard to guess this affects him. Mostly being a Viking. You know he wishes he could rush through the battlefield, fighting, riding a strong horse. But he can't. It probably kills him inside.
“Then I'm the crippled and you're the blind.” He suddenly snaps, and when you look at him, he's shaking his head no. “Don't be stupid. Every woman here wants an Ubbe. Or a Bjorn. Standing tall and strong, well experienced by the many wars they–”
“You're tall.” Cutting him off, you elbow him. “And I know you can fight. People aren't terrified of you for no reason. So drop it, you're not less of a Viking just because you can't walk as other people can.”
He chuckles, and when his eyes meet yours, you suddenly notice the proximity. You're not that close, but you were never this close... “Are you joking?”
“No.” You honestly answer, smiling. “I get that people look at you and see the legs first. But I didn't. I...” Will you really tell him this? You've been lying and hiding so many things from people while on Wessex, and here, you want to do the exact opposite. You want to speak the truth, whatever the truth is because nobody will curse you for it. And maybe, it'll make Ivar feel better. “Actually, the first thing I noticed were your eyes.”
“Really?” Furrowing his eyebrows, you can tell he's not very convinced.
“Really.” You simply say.
“You're pretty stupid then.” Ivar bursts out, but, as much as you feel a little offended at first, you're quick to get the mocking tone behind it. “You see a crippled and the thing that gets your attention is the eye color.”
“I'll ignore the insult.” Nodding to yourself, you bite back a laugh, looking at the ocean again. “But if that's your opinion, I'll accept it.”
“You're both.”
“Both?”
“Both pretty and stupid.”
“I...” It takes a few seconds to process what he just said. You're still staring at the horizon, not brave enough to face those eyes, strong and bright, burning through your skin. Your cheeks are burning again, so you look down at your hands, hoping the hair that falls will hide your blushing face. “It goes both ways.” Taking a deep breath, you stand up, dusting off the sand from your dress. “You're as stupid as you're handsome.” Sustaining his stare for a while, watching as his face light up and a smile comes to his lips, you turn your back at him, walking away. You hear a giggle, but decide to ignore it.
“I didn't know you could be sassy.” Ivar raises his voice to make himself heard through the growing distance you're putting in between the two of you.
“You don't know me, dear.” Turning around and walking backward, you smile. “What? Do you think chatting during the meals is enough? You have no idea who I am.”
“Who knows? Maybe we can change that.”
“Maybe.” Shrugging your shoulders, you give your back at him and leave the beach.
The next hours you spend with Aslaug, as she complains about the wanderers. They're nothing like this other man who came by years ago, she says. They're too loud for her taste, too rude. And, since it's a Viking complaining about those things, she might be right. But, despite all that, she still attends to the feast Ragnar insisted on giving. You already know that people here don't really need a reason to cook insane amounts of food and invite everyone over to eat and dance and party until the sun is about to rise again. So you join them.
The celebration has been going on for quite a while now, a few hours went by since you showed up. You already ate, so now, drinking from a horn, you stand beside Helga next to the table where her husband happily tells some people his stories. “He keeps staring,” Helga mutters as you take another sip from your drink.
“Who?”
“Bjorn.”
“Oh.” Trying to be discreet, you take a look where he's seated, slightly nodding at him when your eyes meet. “Since the horse incident, we haven't been speaking much.”
“Aslaug told me an interesting story,” Helga smirks, and you furrow your eyebrows at her. “Hvitserk and Ivar. She said you have a... Curious relationship with both of them and she has no idea who you like.”
“Hvitserk is just a friend.” You speak fast, almost choking on your drink. “We've been friends since I got here basically, but that's it.”
She raises an eyebrow, her eyes moving from you to Ivar. That's when you notice you know exactly where he is. “You explained your relationship with one of them... What about the other?”
That makes you restless because you feel like giving the same answer you gave about Hvitserk isn't completely true. But how exactly can you explain it? “Ivar and I are... Friends... Not as close as Hvitserk, Uhm... We're actually just starting to–”
“I haven't noticed this one yet.” A raspy, strong voice says, and your attention is taken by the three men who came to stand behind you.
“She's a pretty one.” The taller, with dirty blonde hair, says. Stepping back, you stand next to Helga.
“More than pretty.” The third one, with a heavy accent, adds. “Are you a servant?”
“No, I–”
“Of course she isn't. Look at her dress.” The first one, with a braided beard, cuts you off before you can say anything, coming closer and forcing you and Helga to give a step back. His eyes are evil as they travel through your body, up and down. “Her jewels...” His hand comes to touch your necklace, and the other, the blond, moves to your side, pulling the skirt of your dress.
“She's under Aslaug's protection,” Helga speaks up, pulling you to the side a little. But by the way the man smiles, it doesn't seem like they care.
“Is she?” The blond asks, but it doesn't sound like he wants an answer.
You're about to say something, anything when another figure comes from behind you. Your heart starts pounding, but you're relieved when you recognize Bjorn. He stands between you, Helga, and those men. “My friends, why don't you join me for a drink?” He says, a hand behind his back gesturing for you to leave.
Helga takes your hand and pulls you away, back to the table where you were seated before. “Don't go anywhere alone tonight.” She whispers in your ear right before walking away.
“What was that?” You're quick to feel the change in the atmosphere, and, looking around, you notice everyone you know is gone, and Ubbe is the only one on the table. “Where is–”
“C'mon.” He quickly says and gets up, and you follow him inside. Everyone is here, and they stop talking when they lay eyes on you.
“Is there a problem?” You're quick to find Ivar, and, the moment you lock eyes with him, you can see how fast his expression changes. From anger to relief. Things turned upside down quickly, and you have no idea what happened.
“The problem is that they are wanderers. They don't fear or respect our rules.” The Queen says, eyeing Ragnar with anger. “I want them gone tomorrow.”
“They will be gone.” He assures, arms crossed.
Still trying to follow, you run a hand through your hair. “Did they do something?”
“No, but they'll try.” It's Bjorn who answers, coming to join you.
Alright, nobody here wants to be clear about it, so what's the point? “I'll go back to the feast so you can solve whatever problem–”
“Those three men were eyeing you all evening.” Bjorn interrupts. “They came to me asking who you were and where you're sleeping. Then they approached you like that. Do you really need me to explain in detail what exactly they'll try to do to you?”
This makes you stop breathing. “I'll keep the door locked then.” You mutter in a low voice, looking down and moving to the hanging table to get something to drink.
“No, you can't be there tonight. Nor alone.” Aslaug speaks as you find the two jars on the table are empty.
“She can stay with me tonight.” Bjorn is quick to offer, and your eyes go wide.
“Can't I stay with Ivar?” The words come out so damn fast it takes your slow brain a while to process what just happened. It was almost involuntary, as if there was something else inside you, like a force of nature, pushing those words out. “O-or Hvitserk?” You add after seconds of silence, a little lower, feeling as your cheeks burn.
Bjorn laughs, exchanging glances with Ragnar. “Ivar can't protect you.” He sounds disgusted, mocking, a hand gesturing at where his younger brother is.
You shouldn't have said that. You're sure Aslaug would arrange for you to move to another room, or maybe even sharing her chambers tonight. But no, you had to make things weird.
“Nobody will hurt her.” When you hear Ivar's reply, your attention turns to him. His eyes are on his brother, who stands a few feet away from you. You've never seen Ivar so angry, not even when you first got here, when he hated you for being a Christian living among them. But now... It's different, it's... Fury.
“Alright. Enough, both of you.” Aslaug stands up, a putting her cup down. “(Y/N), you stay with Ivar or Hvitserk tonight. Ragnar, go tell those disgusting men I want them gone by the morning.” Without saying anything, Ragnar leaves.
Not sure what to do next, you stand by the table, a hand holding the chains. It feels like everyone is expecting something, you're not sure what. You keep staring at Aslaug, who looks like is trying to tell you something you just can't understand.
“I think it's obvious you'll stay with Ivar so I'll just go,” Hvitserk mumbles as he walks by you, giving you a look that makes you want to throw a shield at him. Is he even allowed to have fun at a moment like this? Another obvious thing is that he'll never let it go, until the end of times, Hvitserk will tease you about this night.
“Well...” Ivar says, as he takes his clutch and gets up to his feet. “I think that's it.” You can tell he's ignoring Bjorn because that one can't stop staring. Ivar is playing with his brother, but, when he's near you, it doesn't look like he's playing anymore. Maybe he just got reminded of the reason why this is happening in the first place, and so did you. It's your safety that's at risk here. “C'mon then.” He says in a lower voice, and you nod, starting to follow him.
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dumblydork · 3 years
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Summer
Hello! I am SO sorry for having gone MIA all of a sudden on Tumblr and Ao3, but life caught up once exams ended and I was in a deep, dark place for sometime. But not to worry, because I'm definitely better now, and finally got over my writer's block/unmotivation (if that's a word) and what better way to start off writing again if not with a Hinny fic?
As usual, I hope you enjoy this sort of non-magic alternate universe, maybe a modern meet-cute of sorts? From the one and only Ginny Weasley's perspective, of course.
Again, you can find my Ao3 right here where I post quite fluffy Wolfstar one shots!
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The summer was harsh in Cornwall, which was where Ginny's family home was situated. She went up to university in London, just having recently finished her second year in Drama. Last summer, she was on a long trip with her best friend Luna, and hadn't been able to make it down to be with her family. But this year, she fully intended to spend as much time as possible with them, even if her older twin brothers were being annoying arses.
"Fred, George, just wipe the bloody tables already!" She screamed, exasperated, even though the twins were not even 20 feet away. The only unique cafe-by-day/restaurant-by-night was owned by Ginny's family. It was a quaint place, serving the best coffee to tourists and locals alike, along with not such a sharply contrasted cosy restaurant theme the place adopted when the sun went down.
And currently, the cafe was a few hours away from opening as a restaurant, and was left in the care of Ginny and her older twin brothers. She had another older brother after the twins, but he was off with his university friends (being an year older) and had even MORE older brothers ranked above the twins. Her oldest brother Bill, worked as a vet in New York, also where the second brother Charlie worked as an art curator. The third brother Percy was currently obtaining his PhD in some sort of Math which Ginny was too 'humanities' to understand (in Percy's own words, that subject bigot). The brothers after Percy, twins Fred and George were as stated, being annoying prats but worked in some sort of prank shop, much to their mother and Percy's chagrin (Between us and her, Ginny never understood why Percy felt a need to voice this opinion, because if Ginny also opened her mouth to provide an opinion on every single thing under the sun, working in a prank shop was perfectly acceptable).
Finally the last brother Ron went to university in Devon, having recently finished his degree in Astronomy combined with Philosophy, and that was it. Growing up with 6 older brothers, Ginny was significantly hot tempered, a trait often made fun of because of her (and her whole family's) flaming red hair.
"Oh for God's sake the two of you, just shut up if you don't want to do any work!" She finally snapped, causing two identical pairs of brownish eyes to look at her.
"Okay!" They smirked, before actually rushing away to the back of the cafe. Ginny sighed, wondering for the tenth time that afternoon why she bothered to come down here in summer. The twins, despite being her favourite, were useless gits-
"Ginny! Where are Fred and George?" Her mother's voice flew out from the front of the store, removing Ginny from her trail of thoughts, where Molly stood with hands laden with grocery bags. Her father, Arthur, she saw outside from the huge floor to ceiling windows, was unloading the boot of their car of more paper bags.
"They ran away after being absolutely useless gits." She muttered angrily, almost aggressively wiping a glass and placing it on the shelves behind her.
Her mother let out a long suffering sigh, but nevertheless joined Ginny in tidying up the cafe. "They're quite irresponsible." Molly sighed, wiping down tables at a superhuman speed.
"Mum if it's okay, can I join Ron and his friends at the party happening down at the beach?" Ginny asked apprehensively. The question had been burning at the back of her mind since the morning when Ron actually invited her to the beach party being thrown by one of the local boys. He had brought his uni friends and girlfriend down from Devon, and Ginny had already met Hermione, Ron's soulmate, if their behaviour was anything to go by.
Being in an all girls school, Ginny practically grew up with her girlfriends gushing about boys and celebrities, often almost swooning like some Victorian women when boys from the neighbouring school passed by their grounds.
However, Ginny was smart- if having six brothers had taught her anything, it was that boys were annoying, and only a few handful of them were actually decent. But now, looking at how close Ron and Hermione were, Ginny was starting to long for her own sort of romance. It had been over a year since she broke up with her first and only boyfriend Dean. She was convinced the breakup had solidified her stance on relationships, which was that relationships were okay but there was no need to actively look for one. Ron and Hermione's lovey dovey-ness was revolting, but uncharacteristically had Ginny pining away for her love story as well. Not that she'd ever admit it, of course.
"Well there's nothing really to do, and if it's busy there's a lot of pairs of hands to help. So sure, go on." Molly finally said and Ginny could almost fist pump, if it wasn't for the wet rag she was holding.
The evening rolled around quicker than Ginny anticipated, and before she knew it, her and Hermione stood in Ginny's small attic bedroom, getting ready for the party. "So, tell me, how was Dean?" Hermione asked, looking behind at Ginny through the mirror, where the younger girl stood blinking away extra mascara.
"Oh well, he was alright. Nothing like fireworks or sparkle." Ginny flushed slightly as she processed her own words. Oh, how she sounded like a lovestruck 12 year old.
However, Hermione didn't seem to mind. She simply grinned. "I'm sure with the right person it's more than just sparkles and fireworks." Hermione winked, and Ginny wondered if there was more to the statement than she understood. However, Hermione was already done with the topic, now going on about her course and what plans Ginny had for after university.
They walked downstairs, finding Ron standing at the door, his eyes glued to Hermione as she walked down the stairs. To be fair, Hermione definitely looked stunning- even if it was for a casual beach party. Ginny noted slightly bitterly to herself how the simplest pair of jeans and top could make one gorgeous to the right eyes. She breathed deeply as Ron wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, the girlfriend in question smirking back at Ginny as she followed them. Okay, very confusing.
The walk to the beach from the cafe was short, and there was already a bonfire going in the distance, with some upbeat song playing from someone's phone. "So, where is Harry and everyone else?" Hermione asked, looking around. Ron still had a hand in Hermione's as the two of them looked around for who had to be Ron's friends. "Neville!" Ron suddenly yelled good naturedly, as a tall guy walked towards the three of them with a big grin on his face.
"Ron! Hermione!" Neville hugged each of them in turn, smiling broadly at Ginny.
"Neville, this is my younger sister Ginny. Ginny, that's one of our friends from uni, Neville." Ron introduced. Ginny waved, which was returned by Neville.
"Is your girlfriend here as well?" Hermione asked, to which Ron added, "Oh, do we finally get to meet the elusive To-Be-Mrs. Longbottom?"
Perhaps having noticed Ginny's confusion, Neville clarified. "These two here haven't had the chance to meet my girlfriend- well, fiance as of a week, yet. In answer to your question Ron, no, she unfortunately couldn't make it. But she's been inviting the two of you over for dinner since ages." He turned to Ron.
"Actually yeah, we should definitely go. Anybody seen Harry?" Ron asked, looking around the small crowd of people. Ginny moved away from the couple to sit next to the fire, and grab a cold beer in the process.
She had just made herself comfortable slightly away from the warm fire when a figure sat down next to her, causing shivers to go up her left side. "Hi, you must be Ginny." The figure spoke and Ginny looked to the source of the voice, to be met by the unruliest mop of black hair she had ever seen on a human, and twinkling green eyes. In the soft light from the fire, they glowed slightly amber.
"I am. But I don't think I've met you?"
Ginny didn't get an answer because Ron's voice interrupted them. "Harry, you came!" He shouted, the figure (Harry) getting up to tackle Ron in a hug.
"Of course I did, getting sloshed at your best mate's beach party is always infinitely better than home." Harry grinned, and Ginny started to feel her heart race.
"I see you've met Ginny." Ron said, sitting down in between her and Harry.
"I just did, yeah." Harry smiled mischievously. They had moved closer to the fire, and in the brighter light, Harry's face was more distinct. And boy was he fit. The hair, even though messy, was not unattractive (quite the opposite), and his face was slightly round, made rounder by the permanent grin which seemed to reside there. And his eyes were covered by round glasses, reflecting off the orange from the fire.
"Well anyway, Gin, this is Harry, my best mate from university. He just made it down here to Cornwall." Ron said, and suddenly got up to fetch more drinks, but Ginny didn't miss the glares Hermione was shooting Ron from across the fire.
"Do you reckon we go a bit further away?" Ginny, being so busy interpreting the look Hermione was giving Ron, hadn't noticed the boy had shifted closer to her.
"Uh, sure." She found herself slightly tongue tied, staring into green amber.
"Brilliant, Let's go?" Harry got up, and lent Ginny a hand. She took it, and a slight warmth, probably not from the fire, ran down her spine when their hands remained connected.
They walked away from the party, not too far that a search team would be required, but just far enough to hold a conversation in peace. The music slightly played in the background, a slower guitar theme, and Ginny turned around to see Ron and Hermione swaying around the fire, the brightest smile settled on both their faces. Ginny simply let out a happy sigh, attention darting down to entwined hands.
"So, Ron tells me you're in drama?" He asked, as they sat down near the water with their legs bent, just that the waves touched their toes and washed back.
"Yes, I am, final year now. Although I haven't heard a lot about you?" Ginny teased. Harry simply chuckled, a sound she realised she found much more attractive than she should have.
"Well it's a shame since I am his best mate but, Harry Potter, third year medic, at your service." He lightly bowed his head, eliciting a giggle out of the girl.
"Medicine huh, that definitely sounds hectic." She commented, as her fingers drew an absent minded pattern in the sand separating their sitting figures.
"I also captain the football team." He replied, eyes shining with humor. Ginny looked up, wondering if it was a coincidence that the man she found extremely fit also checked off all her criterion of 'boyfriend'.
"Oh- well I don't know how you found the time to be here, what with studying and football." Ginny smiled. Harry looked back at her, eyes boring into her brown ones. "Only because I was told someone stunning was going to be here." He said in a lower voice. Ginny flushed under the stare.
"I'm sure having those feelings for your best mate's girlfriend is not a good idea." She teased, feeling some confidence seeping into her. Harry scooted closer, placing a hand on Ginny's.
"And what if I said they weren't for the girlfriend, but for the sister?" His eyes darted down to her lips, her own pulse quickening. Then continuing with her sudden confidence, she unconsciously leaned in, her lips just millimeters away from Harry's. "The sister would definitely like that because she thinks you're extremely fit too." Ginny whispered, her lips just brushing against Harry's before he closed the distance completely.
The two of them sat there, away from the party, lips moving in slow sync as if they were doing the communicating. Getting to know each other in silent movements, a dance of attraction and dominance. Thee music faded in the background, as behind her closed eyes Ginny saw stars, and faintly made out the sound of fireworks exploding behind them. Not that she'd admit it to anyone, of course.
But in that moment, it was just her, Harry and the cool water playing with their feet. And when they finally pulled apart, Ginny secretly swore that she saw her reflection in green pools glow and sparkle.
Not that she'd ever admit it, obviously.
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Okay, I hope you guys enjoyed that! I wrote that when I was half asleep, so I'm not even sure if most of it makes sense haha.
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lia-jones · 2 years
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hello again, lia! i hope your week has been smooth so far (❁´◡`❁) i am back (after a few busy days) to ask you more questions! also, i don't know if i've ever mentioned this before, but i just wanted to let you know that if any of my questions are ever invasive/you don't feel comfortable answering, feel free to leave them out and/or let me know!
now on to the questions: 1. you mentioned a spinoff to the growing pains series you're working on right now 👀 can you give any hints about what it's about without spoiling the story? 2. what's your hogwarts house? (if you know it) 3. what's the longest friendship you've ever experienced? 4. fast food or home cooked food? if fast food, what's your favorite outlet? and if home cooked food, what's your favorite meal to make? 5. how do you go about writing situations that you've never been in/experienced? 6. if you had to remain a certain age forever, what age would that be? (physically ageing still occurs!) 7. if you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?
that's all i could think of for now! i hope you have a fantastic weekend! goodbye for now!
- 🌸 anon
Hello there! So nice to see you! Oh don't worry about the questions, I'm mostly an open book (thanks to the internet's wide sea of anonymity) and mostly I don't mind sharing. I always think someone can relate and take some lesson/comfort from it. If that's the case, the little exposure will surely be worth it. Now to the questions:
1. you mentioned a spinoff to the growing pains series you're working on right now 👀 can you give any hints about what it's about without spoiling the story? Ok, so I have spoken about this spinoff a while ago, with a new OC, but in the meantime, it has grown and progressed inside my head. I can tell you it's another version of my AU, basically what would happen if Andrea hadn't come to Loveland when she did. The first part is called All Sinners Go to Heaven. My aim in this spinoff is to focus more on the politics of Evol, and how evil (and good) people can be in the face of war. Those who read my story already will recognize many aspects of it in this one, but, with a twist. Since reality isn't the same as in the Growing Pains series, neither will be the characters, but my favourite theme prevails: to find light in the darkness and to work it until it shines brighter.
2. what's your hogwarts house? (if you know it)
I took the test just to answer your question. XD So, according to the Sorting Hat in wizardingworld.com I am.... (drumroll) A Gryffindor! This is kind of unexpected. I always saw myself as a Ravenclaw or maybe even a Slytherin, but hey! Who am I to contradict the Sorting Hat! Gryffindor it is! :D
3. what's the longest friendship you've ever experienced?
Ok, so, in my life, I never stayed at the same place for long, so it's hard to keep a long friendship. Although I can tell you I have friends from many years back, some of them I haven't spoken to for years, but I bet if I met them now nothing between us would have changed. I guess my oldest steadiest friend is in fact, my husband. And I don't say this because I am married to him. He really is my best friend. And I bet that even if we got divorced, that would never change. Our solid friendship is really one of the big foundations in our marriage, and maybe why we still have it going after 14 years. :D
4. fast food or home cooked food? if fast food, what's your favorite outlet? and if home cooked food, what's your favorite meal to make?
I love them both, but my choice would always be homecooked. It's cheaper, healthier and more to my taste. My favorite comfort meals to make are grilled cheese sandwiches (fried egg on top because I love eggs) and steaks with cream and mushroom sauce, fries on the side! Oh and a good BLT with creamy tomato soup. YUM.
5. how do you go about writing situations that you've never been in/experienced?
Well, usually I do a lot of reading about it, and then I try to picture myself doing it. I focus mostly on the sensorial things, how does it feel like, where is it uncomfortable, how does it smell, how does my body respond to it.
6. if you had to remain a certain age forever, what age would that be? (physically ageing still occurs!)
Ok, so mentally... I think my current age actually (I'm turning 40 this year). I'm wise enough to know what matters and what doesn't, I still have enough energy to fight for new goals, and I finally know exactly who I am. Wisdom does come with age, if one is smart enough to learn from it, and you learn how to use your time better, with whom to use it, who deserves you. This was a lesson I wish I had learned much sooner, but then again, if I didn't go through all I have gone through, I wouldn't have learned.
7. if you could ask your future self one question, what would it be?
Ok, so the smart answer to this question would probably be the winning lottery numbers for this week! :D But I have to admit that, even knowing this would be a good question, I still don't see myself asking it to my future self. Honestly, I think I would ask if it is still worth it for her. If life is still relevant and if it still pays off to keep going. Not that I don't think it is, but it is important for me to be meaningful. One of my biggest fears is to go through the motions without making a single change (hopefully for the better) in this world.
I loved your questions, you are so very brilliant and insightful! I'd love to ask you some questions myself! I hope I keep seeing you in my inbox, drop by as much as you want! Lots of love and have a wonderful week!
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Into a New World (Through the Gate) - BTS OT7 Fantasy Story Chapter 5
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A/N: Dang...has it really been almost a month since I last updated? Sorry for the wait, but I hope you enjoy this. I had to spend some time figuring out where this story was going.
I decided to come up with a timeline because the next few chapters might be a bit confusing if you don't have a visual timeline with their ages and the flashbacks. Each chapter I will add a link to an updated timeline that includes new information from the previous chapter. You don't need to read the timeline, but if find yourself a bit confused about things while reading, it should help. This first one is very short, but each chapter they will get longer as more information is added.
Timeline - https://docs.google.com/document/d/19VsexNuIkbWRu6IuXSjYoRNImk7DtAc2ckW0erLUHRU/edit?usp=sharing
Relationship: BTS X BTS
Rating: T
Words: 3159
Hurt/comfort, fluff, fantasy
NOTE: I've added the present-day date (3501) to this chapter and the next few chapters as they will contain quite a few flashbacks. Flashbacks will be in italics.
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Chapter 5: The Ties
Worldbuilding Note on Packs: A pack is simply a group of any number and mix of supernatural creatures. Most commonly, say on Earth, you would find packs made mostly of vampires and werewolves with the occasional witch or another being, while packs in Aurora (the fairy kingdom) are pretty much one hundred percent comprised of fairies. Creatures tend to stick to their homeland, but Earth is a bit of an exception as it is considered the center of all the worlds - a hub of sorts. Packs are comprised of all members of a polyamorous relationship (or sometimes simply a pairing).
A pack bond is initiated by exchanging bites on the neck. Depending on the number of packmates, these bites can sometimes overlap. As packs are considered soulmates, some of the members have a tug at their heartstrings upon meeting a future packmate for the first time - only some of them, however. These people of a pack are known as the Ties and tend to take on a leadership role as a pack grows. There is usually only one Tie for small packs, but larger packs can have more than one. Once bonded, pack members have a much easier time understanding each other's feelings and simply feel closer on another level. Ties usually feel an amplified version of this from the second they meet a pack member.
Finding all members of a pack can take anywhere from years to centuries, and it isn't uncommon for some packs to never find all of their members and consequently, some creatures never have a pack. Fate works in mysterious ways. If you are lucky enough to find all of your pack members, you will know because the Ties with feel an overwhelming sense of peace and settlement once everyone is bonded.
On another note, a were-pack is different from a pack. A were-pack is simply a community of local shifters, usually separated by city or village. While some big-city were-packs live with humans, smaller towns or villages of were-packs don't have close connections with humans.
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September 8 3501, Present Day
"You really..." Hoseok trailed off, unsure of how to put into words the many things running through his mind at that moment.
"Jungkook was the last one to join our pack," Namjoon began, eyes on the fairy as he picked at the skin around his fingernails nervously. "His pack bond with us became obvious when he was turned and all of us had known him for a while and felt things for him, so it wasn't an unexpected feeling to have." The alpha took a deep breath, "But you, Hoseok-ssi, you came into our lives loudly and all at once. I was so worried about a stranger in the house that I ignored the pull inside of me that told me you were meant to be with us."
Hoseok still felt a little bit dumbfounded, so he just let an eloquent, "Wow."
"Do you think that fate has made a mistake, Hoseok-ssi?" Namjoon asked, analyzing his reaction. "Do you feel nothing for us at all?"
"Of course I feel something," the orange fairy replied genuinely. "I just haven't really had much time to think about my attraction to the six of you and what to do about it. It makes sense, though, that we're packmates." Hoseok couldn't help but smile, "I've always wanted to find my pack, you know? I just didn't have my hopes up after a hundred years."
The shapeshifter's lips spread into a beautiful, relieved grin, accented by his deep dimples that Hoseok was now just seeing for the first time. He wished he had been warned about them. "I'm glad you feel the same way."
"How old are you all, by the way?" Hoseok questioned, realizing that besides Jungkook, their ages were still unknown to him. "If we're going to be a pack, I should know who I need to call hyung."
Namjoon chuckled, "Well, Seokjin-hyung is the oldest. He's four hundred fifty-six years old." The fairy couldn't help but widen his eyes at the shapeshifter's impressive age. "He and I were together first. About a decade after we got together, we met Yoongi-hyung and Jimin, who had also been together for a few years. Yoongi-hyung is the second oldest of us at three hundred forty-two years old. I'm one hundred twenty-five years old, the next oldest."
"Not anymore," Hoseok said cheekily, despite his still tired body. "I'm one hundred thirty-eight years old. So I'm older than you."
The alpha's lips twitched, "I suppose I should call you hyung, then. If you'll allow me."
"Of course you can," the fairy replied. "Who's the next oldest?"
"Jiminie is ninety-eight," he answered.
Hoseok smiled thinking about the pink fairy. He couldn't wait to get to know the other better. "What about Taehyung-ssi?"
Namjoon continued, "The four of us were together for about sixty years before we became acquainted with Taehyung about ten years ago. He's now sixty-seven years old. Then we met Jungkookie as a human about eight years ago." The smile fell from the shapeshifter's face a little. "I would gladly tell you everyone's life stories, but I feel like that's better coming from them personally."
Hoseok hummed and dipped his head in agreement.
"Might as well start with us two," Seokjin announced as he stepped back into the guest room. He'd changed his soaking wet shirt for a comfortable and dry baby pink sweater. He smiled again softly in Hoseok's direction as he fluffed his warm brown hair. "It was quite surprising when Joon and I came to the realization that you were our packmate. Not much takes us by surprise these days."
"Are you two the Ties?" the orange fairy asked.
Seokjin nodded before dropping himself unceremoniously into the alpha shapeshifter's lap. The other instinctively moved to hold the omega by the hips, stabilizing him. The fairy both admired and envied the natural movements.
"So, how did you two meet?" Hoseok inquired.
"Well, we were born in different villages. I was from the large were-pack here in Seoul," Namjoon began.
"I lived in the were-shifter village of Rosewood, a couple of hours east of here," Seokjin explained.
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December 3420
Kim Seokjin had lived in Rosewood for three hundred seventy-four years before he decided he needed a change of scenery. The small village was rather secluded and they barely saw humans more than a few times a month. While the omega wasn't unhappy with his home in Rosewood, he had heard many exciting tales of the big city, where the were-shifters intermingled with the humans every day. He'd felt a pull towards Seoul for many years, but ignored it in favor of his comfortable life in Rosewood. Eventually, however, as years passed by, the pull became too strong to ignore any longer.
His family had been hesitant when he'd announced his plans, but their doubts didn't deter him in the slightest. He'd made up his mind. Rosewood wasn't far from Seoul anyway, so he promised to keep in touch with them and visit often. He gave them all one last kiss on the cheeks before he left with nothing more than a single suitcase carrying his most valuable belongings.
The hustle and bustle of the city were jarring, but the immediate sense of right he felt upon arriving in Seoul quelled any anxiety he had. Seokjin approached one of the counters at the train station, where he could see a shapeshifter sitting at a computer. The information counter, known as a Connecter, helped new shifters connect with the local were-pack.
Kim Minseok was matched with him as a guide to the new city as he'd been a village boy himself. He was about a hundred years older than Seokjin, and also an omega. He was kind and had a sweet smile. The man helped set him up with an apartment and a part-time job at a cafe.
Seokjin was pretty much completely used to the presence of humans all around him by the end of the first week. The crowds and the subways and the mingling of supernatural creatures and humans - all of it turned out to be exactly what Seokjin had needed in his life.
During the third week, while Seokjin was working a late shift at the cafe, his whole world changed. It was close to dark so the tables were empty and the omega was doing his cleaning duties while pausing every once in a while to assist a customer.
The tinkle of the bell above the front door alerted him to another one. He set down the cloth he had been using to dry off a few mugs and turned to greet the customer. "Hello, welcome to T's cafe, what can I get for-"
Seokjin cut himself off with a gasp as he locked eyes with the person walking up to the register. A young alpha shapeshifter - he could tell by the aura surrounding the man - was looking back at him with wide brown eyes. He had blond hair almost long enough to fall into his eyes and was dressed casually in fitted jeans and a graphic t-shirt.
"Oh!" the alpha exclaimed, a hand shooting up to rest over his heart. "Holy shit, my heart is gonna beat out of my chest! What the fuck?"
The laugh that tore from Seokjin's throat couldn't be stopped, giddy and amused. "I think - I think we're packmates," he managed out, a little lost in the awe he was feeling.
The man's already wide eyes somehow managed to open even further and his jaw dropped. "What - really? Is that what this feeling is?"
"I've never felt it before, but I've heard many stories about Ties meeting each other for the first time and this is exactly as it was described."
"I'm Namjoon!" the alpha announced excitedly. A big smile was taking over his face and showed off a set of adorable dimples. "You think that we're Ties?"
"Seokjin," the omega replied, "And yes, I do. Only Ties would feel such an obvious, strong connection to each other upon first meeting."
"Wow," Namjoon breathed in awe. "I honestly wasn't expecting to meet any of my packmates so soon. I mean, I'm only forty-three!"
The omega playfully winced, "You make me feel so old. I've got more than three hundred years on you."
"That's not that old, hyung."
"Yah, I was joking! Of course, I'm not old!"
Namjoon let out a wheezing laugh as Jin feigned anger, hands on his hips and all. "Well, it's nice to meet you, hyung," he greeted once he had gathered himself together.
"So," Seokjin began, "You're part of the Seoul were-pack, huh?"
"Mhm," the alpha nodded in confirmation. "You must be fairly new here, I haven't seen you around before."
"I'm from the Rosewood were-pack," the older man replied. "Felt like I needed a change of scenery. Although, I suppose it could have been fate nudging us closer together."
Namjoon couldn't be more obvious with the heart-eyes he was making towards the omega. "Perhaps it was. Fate is a mysterious thing."
"Fate is a mysterious thing," Seokjin repeated in agreement. The two of them jumped when the timer on one of the coffee pots went off, signaling that the brew was hot and ready (maybe Seokjin was too as he was so caught up in the man before him). "Oh, right! What can I get for you?"
The alpha blinked and looked around like he had just remembered that they were in a cafe as well. "Um, uh...a caramel macchiato please, hyung."
And who was Seokjin to say no to those wide, heart-melting eyes? (besides the fact that it was his job and he technically couldn't even if he wanted to).
"Of course," the omega replied, punching the order on the screen in front of him. "I can't give you a packmate discount, unfortunately."
"That's okay, I don't mind paying for it."
Seokjin almost let out a gasp when Namjoon pulled a black card out of his wallet. He'd never seen a black card in his life until he came to the city, and he knew the significance of them. Namjoon was rich, and Seokjin didn't almost gasp because he was a gold digger, but rather because of all the rich people the omega had encountered over the last few weeks, both human and not, Namjoon didn't present himself as such a person at all. The others had been so...proper, but the alpha was so casual and sweet.
The omega continued on like he hadn't seen the black card at all, taking his payment and going about the familiar motions of making a caramel macchiato. "So, do you work, Namjoon-ah? Or go to school?"
Namjoon nodded, "I'm in school right now for business. My parents want me to run a branch of their company in the future, but I kind of have an idea for my own business running through my head."
"Wow," Seokjin said in awe. "In my were-pack, we didn't really have "jobs" like the city folks here do. I have no idea what I want to do for a career, so that's awesome that you have such a bright future career ahead of you."
"The Rosewood were-pack is a traditional one, right?" Namjoon asked. "So everyone just contributes what they can and no one has to pay for anything, correct?"
The omega nodded, "Yeah, we're pretty primal. We prefer to hunt but we buy human food as well. So some of us are hunters, some of us are cooks, some of us are builders. Coming to Seoul, the number of possibilities of work is kind of overwhelming."
"What did you do in your were-pack?"
Seokjin popped the lid on the paper cup and slid it across the counter to the alpha who immediately went to take a sip of the drink and promptly burnt his tongue. The omega ran to fill another cup with cold water and came out from behind the counter to shove it into Namjoon's face. "You idiot, it's still scalding hot!" he reprimanded.
The alpha half-winced, half-smiled sheepishly as he accepted the cool water, "Sorry."
"To answer your question though, I cooked and baked mostly. Sometimes I'd babysit the pups or assist the healer in the rare occurrence they were needed."
"You did a bit of everything," Namjoon noted thoughtfully. "Did you feel passionate about any of those things?"
Seokjin nodded as he smiled shyly. "Baking. I love to experiment and create different sweets. And decorate them."
"I'd love to try your baking sometime!" the alpha exclaimed. "My mom always tells me that I should stay out of the kitchen for the safety of everyone, so homemade food isn't something I have a lot."
The older man chuckled, "Well, I would very much appreciate your feedback on all my food - baking and cooking."
The two of them were so giddy, feeling high on the emotions of meeting another packmate. Their grins were wide and cheesy and their cheeks were beginning to ache, but neither of them could care less at the moment.
Namjoon hesitated for only a moment before he reached over and took Seokjin's hand into his own, reveling in the warmth and softness. "I look forward to that."
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September 8 3501, Present Day
Hoseok smiled as he listened to the story of Namjoon and Seokjin's first meeting. Ties undoubtedly had the most overwhelming meeting of anyone in a pack, and the two shapeshifters' were a perfect example of that.
"That's so sweet," the orange fairy said. He could feel his mind and body wearing out quickly, but he did his best to keep himself together. "What came of your business career, Namjoon-ah? And your baking passion, Seokjin-hyung?"
"Oh, Namjoon has become quite the businessman since then," Seokjin replied with a fond look in the alpha's direction.
Namjoon grinned, "I own the bakery Seokjin runs, as well as the magic shop Taehyung and Jimin run right beside it. The supernatural creatures like us enjoy the bakery, and the humans appreciate the magic shop."
"Wow," Hoseok said, a little breathless as he felt his body becoming more and more exhausted. "That's perfect for you guys."
"Hoseok-ah," Seokjin began hesitantly. "Once you're healed, we would love to have you stay with us, but we don't want to assume that you will just because you're our packmate."
While the fairy was touched by their thoughtfulness, he didn't exactly have anywhere else that he was eager to go. "If I'm healed, I would love to stay here. Aurora isn't exactly welcoming to me at the moment anyway."
The omega clapped his hands together and bounced excitedly in Namjoon's lap, who held his hips tighter to keep him from falling. "That would be awesome! I'm sure Taehyung and Jimin would love your help at the shop, or if you would prefer, you could work with me!"
Namjoon pulled the other back against him and kissed his cheek with a chuckle. "Calm down, hyung. Everything is still new, so let's focus on getting him healed before we talk more about the future."
Just as the alpha finished his sentence, Taehyung appeared in the doorway to the guest room. Hoseok was relieved to see another cup of that familiar blue-green concoction in his hands.
"Sorry to interrupt," Taehyung said, eyeing the three of them with a raised brow at what he'd heard but not saying anything more.
"That's okay, Tae," Seokjin assured. "We were just talking."
Taehyung nodded and moved closer to the bed to hand the orange fairy the cup of energy elixir. "You must be needing more of this, I'm sure."
Hoseok drank the minty-tasting potion eagerly, reveling in the small but immediate boost of strength it gave him. "Thank you," he said.
Taehyung smiled back at him and took a seat in the empty chair beside the one the two shapeshifters were still sharing. "Well, I came to let you know that I have a possible lead on someone who can help you, Hoseok-ssi. Though if I'm being honest, I'm not sure if it's anything promising."
"You found a witch up for the challenge?" Namjoon inquired.
"Not exactly..." Taehyung admitted. "I found someone who might have met a witch once that might be able to help. They agreed to meet me tomorrow in the city."
"Hmm," the alpha shapeshifter hummed thoughtfully. "Sounds kind of sketchy. You should take someone with you."
"Well, Jimin's in charge of the shop tomorrow, and Seokjin's got stuff at the bakery to deal with, so it's either you or Yoongi-hyung, Namjoon-hyung."
"I'll talk to Yoongi and see what he thinks," Namjoon replied.
Taehyung turned back to Hoseok and gave him a sheepish half-smile, half-grimace. "I really hope this lead works out, Hoseok-ssi. I'm really not sure how long that energy potion is going to help you."
Hoseok nodded in understanding. "We'll keep our fingers crossed."
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A/N: Sorry again that this chapter took so long to be posted. I do hope that you enjoyed some backstory though!
And thank you to everyone who left comments on this story, it always keeps me motivated to hear your feedback <3 Let me know if there is anything you'd like to see in future chapters (like certain pairings or plot points) and I'll do my best to incorporate them in.
Ages:
Seokjin - 455
Yoongi - 342
Hoseok - 138
Namjoon - 124
Jimin - 98
Taehyung - 66
Jungkook - 30
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