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Sacrifice (2)

Series Summary: Daughter of notorious Death Eater, Corban Yaxley, and best friend to the Weasley twins, you find yourself dragged into the Second Wizarding War pledged to a side you'd vowed never to support. But all will be justifiable if it means you can protect the ones you love -- at any and all costs.

Pairing: George Weasley x Yaxley Reader

Chapter Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Jealousy, Lucius Malfoy being a bigot

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You hadn’t been laying in bed three minutes before Ginny blurted, “So, when are you and my brother going to admit you’re in love with each other?”

“Ginny,” You groaned, rolling away from her and pulling your pillow over your face.

“I’m serious!” Ginny pelted your back with a small pillow, causing you to turn and glare at her.

“I’m never telling you anything ever again.” You swore. Her accusations weren’t new -- last summer, in fact, she’d caught you sneaking back from working on new inventions in Fred and George’s room at night. She’d pestered you for nearly an hour until you broke down and told her that, although you thought George was attractive, there was only friendship between the two of you.

“You two are being stupid,” Ginny persisted, “The both of you are both clearly obsessed with each other.”

“We are not!” You exclaimed in a whisper, minding to keep your voice down lest you attract the attention of Mrs. Weasley. “I said he was attractive once, Gin! There are plenty of guys I find attractive! It doesn’t mean I’m in love with him.”

“Like who?” Hermione asked curiously, a smile toying on her lips, as she returned from the washroom.

“Ugh, I don’t know,” You grumbled, “Cedric Diggory is handsome, and Adrian Pucey is good-looking.”

“Diggory’s a pretty boy and Pucey is just a prat.” Ginny replied.

“They’re not bad!” You argued. You’d had a handful of classes with Cedric, and he was always very kind and polite to you. Pucey may have been a bit of a prat, you’d admit, but he wasn’t horrible. Much like the other pure-blood children, you’d grown up with him -- your family’s circles overlapped. Sure, he had an air of entitlement about him, but he was witty and maybe even a little flirtatious when you’d seen him over the summer. And perhaps you’d responded with some flirtation of your own, which may have led to a bit of snogging. Look, it was a boring summer, you’d accepted that you were doomed to the friend zone with your own crush, and Pucey was attractive. But there was no way you’d share that tidbit with Ginny and Hermione.

“Whatever,” Ginny dismissed, “It doesn’t change the fact that George was downright miserable all summer without you around.”

“He was practically wearing a hole in the floor with his pacing when I got here early this morning.” Hermione chimed in.

“We’re friends.” You insisted, completely disregarding what they’d said.

“Mhm.” Hermione hummed as she bit back a smirk.

“Right.” Ginny said, stifling a laugh.

“You two are insufferable.” You said, shutting off the lamp and rolling towards the wall.

***

It was much too early that Mrs. Weasley was gently shaking your shoulder, rousing you with a wake-up call. You were reluctant to move from the comfort of your blankets, and, like Hermione and Ginny, were slow getting dressed and making your way downstairs.

You’d hardly taken your seat at the table when Mrs. Weasley barked out George’s name, causing him to startle next to you. “What is that in your pocket?” She demanded.

You glanced at Fred out of the corner of your eye, but he was vigorously avoiding eye contact. “Nothing.” George tried fruitlessly to lie. It was a chaotic scene as Mrs. Weasley began her summoning charms, leading to the brightly colored toffees you’d smuggled in your trunk the day prior flying from Fred and George’s clothes to her hands. You had to admit, the twins had attempted some creative hiding places. Mrs. Weasley wouldn’t acknowledge that, though. Her eyes were alight with a fire even worse than you’d witnessed the previous day as she snatched more and more of the candies from midair.

Fred finally spoke up in protest as Mrs. Weasley tossed the toffees in the trash, “We spent six months developing those!”

“Oh a fine way to spend six months!” Mrs. Weasley exclaimed to the pair, “No wonder you didn’t get more O.W.L.s!”

The tense atmosphere hung heavy in the air for the next few minutes as everyone readied for their departure. The twins hadn’t bothered with a goodbye, storming out of the kitchen and not even turning back as their mother warned them to behave. You hurried after them, catching up a few steps across the lawn.

Both Fred and George were fuming -- understandably upset their innovative product you’d all spent months developing was back at ground zero. Between the three of you, you’d be able to get a rough re-creation started, but it’d taken months of trial, error, and painful testing to get the candies perfected.

You eavesdropped on Mr. Weasley explaining to Harry the logistics of arriving at the World Cup behind you for a while, but the group was silent as the climb to Stoatshead Hill began. The twins, with their long legs and athletic build, led the group in hiking smoothly up the hill. You began internally cursing them after a mere few minutes as your muscles began to burn.

You watched the ground carefully to avoid stumbling -- not that you could make out much in the early morning dawn anyway. You did stumble once, though. Your toe caught on a tuft of grass, and you began to fall forward before George grabbed your arms, steadying you. You muttered a thanks and pulled away quickly, face burning with embarrassment and arms tingling. You focused harder then on keeping your footing, not noticing the way George slowed his pace, falling behind Fred, to be nearer to you, or the way he watched you intently, arms shooting out anytime you appeared unsteady.

Once everyone had crested the hill, you all spread out, searching for the portkey. It wasn’t long, however, before a voice called that they had found it. Mr. Weasley introduced everyone to Amos Diggory, Cedric’s father. Mr. Weasley considerately excluded your last name in your introduction, but you could’ve sworn Amos’s eyes spent a few seconds longer eyeing you. Cedric, polite as always, said hi to the group, which the twins fervently ignored.

The atmosphere didn’t get lighter when Harry was introduced to Amos. Amos ogled over Harry, rambling about Cedric’s legendary Quidditch victory the year prior against the Harry Potter. The mention of the game sent the twins into, if it were possible, a worse mood, making for a very awkward time as you found yourself squished tightly between Ginny and Cedric while you all crowded around the portkey, a finger each on the mangy boot.

You didn’t like traveling by Floo Powder but, you discovered, a portkey wasn’t much more preferable. You were jerked forward, legs flying from the ground and body jostling into Ginny and Cedric’s on either side of you, held in your flight solely by the finger laid on the boot. Just as suddenly as it started, it ceased, your feet slamming into the ground below you. The unexpected, forceful stop sent you stumbling, losing your balance and toppling into Ginny.

Cedric -- of course, he managed to land gracefully on his feet -- offered a hand to help you up, which you accepted before turning to offer the same to Ginny. At the direction of a Ministry worker, you all began the trek to the campsite, still in silence. You bid the Diggory’s adieu as your group reached the first campsite, and you watched as Mr. Weasley stumbled his way through his interaction with the Muggle campsite manager, who needed to be obliviated midway through the transaction.

Your group trudged across the campsite, taking in the surrounding tents. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you passed a tent that bore a resemblance to a mansion, complete with live peacocks at the entrance. Classic pure-blood flaunting.

Although you didn’t expect a tent to that caliber, you were slightly taken aback when Mr. Weasley began constructing his own modest tents sans magic. Knowing that you’d be a hindrance much more than a help, you stood back with the remainder of the Weasley’s, the twins still stewing silently in their anger.

Between Harry, Hermione, and Mr. Weasley, they did manage to erect the tents. You were sharing the smaller, one-bedroom tent with Hermione and Ginny. Mr. Weasley sent Ron, Harry, and Hermione off to get water while the rest of you began gathering wood for a fire…by hand. You agreed with Ron’s protests -- surely a small bit of magic wouldn’t hurt, right -- but kept your opinion to yourself nonetheless.

Between the four of you, the wood was gathered rather quickly, but none of it proved necessary when Mr. Weasley began to attempt to start the fire the Muggle way. And, with the two people familiar with Muggle inventions away getting water, the remainder of you were no help and instead let Mr. Weasley enjoy himself playing with the matches.

By the time the group was together and the fire was hot enough to cook food, Bill, Charlie, and Percy had arrived. Percy was pompous about his apparition, of course, leading to Fred muttering a “prat” below his breath which, thankfully, went unheard by anyone else.

The twins were still quiet -- whether sulking in their bad mood or brainstorming ways to remake the toffees you were unsure -- so you busied yourself with watching the various passersby. The Cup was such a phenomenon that it had attracted a variety of witches and wizards alike, and it was interesting to see those who had come to witness the match.

It wasn’t until your name was called a few feet from your site that you zoned in on any singular person. You found the voice in the form of a handsome, dark-hard wizard waving at you. “Adrian, hi!” You jumped up, leaving the site behind to meet Adrian Pucey where he stood.

“I didn’t know you’d be at the Cup.” Adrian said, pulling you in for a brief hug in greeting, “Are your parents here too?” He asked, although, with his pointed glance at the red-headed crew you sat with, you guessed he already knew the answer.

“No, no,” You waved your hand behind you dismissively, “I finally convinced my parents to stop holding me hostage. I’m here with the Weasley’s.”

“Your boyfriend?” Adrian asked quickly.

You felt your face flush as you responded, “What? No, no. You know the twins from school. My friends?”

Adrian hummed in intrigue, “Then why is one of them looking like he’s about to hex me if he could?”

Your head snapped around and caught George, who was indeed glaring at Adrian, eyes narrowed and brows creased. Fred too was observing the interaction rather closely though he, at least, was doing a better job of hiding his staring. As you watched, Fred nudged George on the shoulder who, reluctantly, pulled his eyes away from the two of you. “They’re, uh, not in the best mood this morning.” You said as a poor excuse to Adrian.

“Well, if they’re still in a foul mood by the start of the match, you’re welcome to come watch with me.” Adrian offered. You thanked him, knowing that, regardless of the twins’ mood, you wouldn’t abandon them. It was a nice gesture nonetheless, though.

It wasn’t until you bid Adrian goodbye and began to return to the Weasley’s that he grabbed your forearm, pulling you back toward him -- nearly chest to chest -- as he glanced around furtively, “Did your parents leave you with any warnings about tonight?”

You shook your head slowly, eyes searching Adrian’s face which was, oddly enough, slightly panicked. “Well, just, watch yourself tonight, alright?”

“What are you saying?” You whispered.

Adrian spoke slowly, as though he were carefully selecting each word, “With all the…people that are here tonight, you should be… cautious. All of you.” He added with a nod to your site.

So there was something planned then. You nodded quickly at him, muttering a thanks, just as George reached the two of you. George wound his hand carefully around your waist, pulling you away from Adrian and toward him as he spoke your name, “Everything alright here?”

“Yeah,” You assured George quickly, your skin alight with sparks where his hand lingered still on your back. “Yeah, Adrian was just saying hello.”

Taking the hint, Adrian bid you goodbye with a slightly ominous, “Take care of yourself.”

You and George turned to head back to the campsite, Adrian’s words still heavy on your mind. Though not heavy enough for you not to notice the way George kept his arm around your middle as you strode back towards the others. “What was that about?” George asked hastily as soon as Adrian was out of earshot. You opened your mouth to relay Adrian’s warning, but were cut off by the arrival of Ludo Bagman to the campsite.

Fred’s pointed look and snicker at George’s arm, still around you, caused him to drop it, cheeks flushing. You briefly considered what that could mean, but -- no, he just really didn’t like Adrian. Besides, the twins were protective; they always had been. Even back when their pranks began, the two of them always insisted, when caught, that you had no doing in them. It was sweet, sure, but didn’t stop you from ending up in detention with them nonetheless.

As the twins bet with Ludo, you were marginally surprised that the they had wagered their savings on what you thought was an unlikely outcome of the match -- Krum to catch the Snitch but Ireland to win -- but they seemed confident in their choice and their mood lightened considerably at Mr. Bagman’s amusement with their fake wand.

Barty Crouch arrived not long after -- Percy falling over himself to impress the man who called him “Weatherby”. The twins muffled their laughs behind their cups and you had no doubt that they’d never allow Percy to live that down.

Ludo and Mr. Crouch alluded to something happening at Hogwarts, pulling your mind away from Adrian’s warning, and back to your father’s convoluted words about an “event” going on at school. Try as they might, the twins were not able to pull the secret from Mr. Weasley.

Between the looming “event” in the forefront of your mind, the anticipatory excitement of the match, and the salespeople coming by with merchandise, Adrian’s words floated to the back of your head -- forgotten as you purchased a green rosette, attempting the buy the twins one too, though they vehemently refused.

***

Mr. Weasley wasn’t lying when he said he managed to get great seats for the match. The best seats, you noted, as Lucius Malfoy joined the box, gaze lingering on Hermione, throwing an insult Mr. Weasley’s way, and honoring you with an infamous sneer as he observed who you were sitting with. “To think the Yaxley name has sunk so low.” He muttered as he passed by your seat. It was said quietly enough to go over the heads of most of the group, but Fred and George caught wind of it, both faces flushing with anger; George’s hands curling into fists at his side.

“It’s fine.” You assured him -- as far as comments went, that was hardly a jab from the eldest Malfoy.

The match began shortly after and the mascots of the teams arrived. Both Harry and Ron looked ready to leap from the box as the Veela danced and, although not as affected as the younger boys, you swore that you could’ve wiped drool from Fred’s chin as he watched them in a trance. They all learned from their mistake, though, shoving their fingers in their ears anytime the Veela began their dancing again during the match.

The game was fast-paced and exciting. You felt as though you could barely keep up, whipping your head from side to side as you attempted to follow the action. Several times, one of the boys or Ginny had to catch you up, animatedly explaining the finer logistics of the game to you. In a shocking turn of events, Fred and George were right -- Krum did catch the Snitch, ending the game quickly, but the Irish won.

Absolutely giddy from the energy of the game and their massive win with Bagman, the twins began muttering to you about the expansion of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and what innovative projects they could fund with their newfound gold. You, of course, had offered numerous times to fund projects but the twins refused, insisting that it would be wrong to take that from you. Even Mr. Weasley resisted asking about their plans for the money -- more likely than not, he didn’t want to be held liable should Mrs. Weasley catch wind of these plans of theirs.

It wasn’t just the twins that were riding a high, though, and everyone converged in the boys tent for a cup of hot cocoa before bed. Surrounded by the infectious energy of the Weasley’s, chattering on either side of you, and the warmth of the cocoa in your hands, you didn’t think you’d ever been so content.

When Ginny fell asleep at the table, and Mr. Weasley shooed you girls into the tent next door, you bid the twins goodnight, Adrian’s words brushed into a nearly forgotten corner of your mind as you settled into the bunk above Ginny, who was so tired she didn’t even pester you about her brother.

#george weasley x reader

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mors-mvrdre · 11 months

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canon compliant ramblings (1/?)

He likes Penelope. Brilliant, bold, bright Penelope, made of smiles that light up rooms, who doesn’t think he’s a pompous arse.

Penelope's read all of the same books Percy has and then some; and she's never out of recommendations or intriguing commentary to show for it. She'll question his sources and rip his arguments apart, and his work will, always, ultimately be better for it. She can argue any case just as fiercely and passionately as Percy, and he falls in love a little bit every time. They laugh it off, proclaiming victory or conceding defeat, and go about their days content with a good verbal sparring.

They get each other, but they're not the same.

Where Percy is restrained, methodical, and often playing roles, Penny is authentic and unapologetically herself. He both envies and adores that about her; the way she laughs, the single dimple on her right cheek, how she never shies away from her feelings. For Percy, who's always struggled at reading people ("read the room", "take the hint", he's heard so many times he's lost count), it's a welcome reprieve. Percy knows he can trust Penelope to tell him what she wants, what she means. He won't be blindsided.

He reckons he could enjoy her company for that alone, were Penelope a lot less smart and a lot more boring and uninteresting.

(Or perhaps he wouldn't, he frowns. There is a not-unsubstantial chance Penelope would be a lot more superficial and vapid in turn. But that's a non-issue. Would they run out of things to talk about?)

Penelope is a half-blood on a mere technicality, which raises eyebrows left and right even from the most tolerant of wizards. She's a little round (Percy's reminded of his mother at her age), a shade of tan not very common in their corner of the British Isles, and she speaks languages which, much to his befuddlement, their muggle-born classmates seem to sneer at more viciously.

Percy is very aware that all of this matters, socially. He knows what it's like to be poor and shunned and ridiculed -- that he can call himself a pureblood despite it, that he's at the top of his year and has many of the teachers' favour is not a deterrent. It's a drive, actually. It's why he has high ambitions, why he tries his best to dress and act the part -- why he complies even when he doesn't understand, even when it makes him feel like clawing at his own skin.

But Percy's not Penelope, so he never finds an edition of Witch's Weekly with a five-page article on miraculous weight loss open on his bed, and he doesn't hear snickers from behind his roommates' curtains when he angrily tosses it into the trash. The other boys don't tell him that he's "so brave" for not caring what other people say about his body, or not using glamour charms to hide his pimples, or for not wanting to know where he ranked on a “list of attractiveness” some git pinned to the announcement board in the Common Room. The only person who ever comments on Percy's food intake at school is Oliver -- but Oliver is an athlete and a bit of a health freak, and Oliver's comments are harmless; fondly exasperated "You’d have less headaches if you ate more greens", not malicious or backhanded.

(“Fewer”, Percy corrects him distractedly, and so Oliver rolls his eyes and piles broccoli onto his plate in revenge.)

Percy’s not Penelope, so Henrietta Glossop's attention-grabbing "Wow, I could never eat that much" is not directed at him. It reverberates across the Great Hall, though -- he catches it from two tables away. Percy's not Penelope, and nobody tells him he cheated his way into a blood status, calls him slurs, or makes fun of his adoptive mother for being a Squib.

He doesn't understand -- Penelope is brilliant.

She's eloquent, knowledgeable, and far more travelled than anyone he's ever met. She knows the ins and outs of Wizarding Law and international treaties better than most adults in his life, and Percy finds himself enraptured by the way she lights up talking about it more and more frequently over the years.

He finds her gorgeous in ways he doesn't fully comprehend yet, and she's one of his favourite people. He can’t fathom anyone seeing her differently.

Percy tells her this, once, at the end of their fourth year. He’s so consumed in righteous anger on her behalf that he completely misses the way Penelope freezes; how she turns to him as though she's seeing him for the very first time. He catches her smiling, though, and so, a little confused, Percy smiles back, because it's the polite thing to do.

In hindsight, that's probably when things start to change.

info sheet (i guess).

random stuff pours out of my head sometimes. this is canon-compliant to a certain extent (that Penny and Percy like each other), but it's a lot of my own (various, overlapping, inconsistent) headcanons too. it was weirdly worded, so, for context: this Penelope is the UK-born daughter of a muggle man, a thai immigrant who gets remarried to a squib, and because the woman adopts Penelope that makes it so she has a set of wizard grandparents. this means she's "technically" a half-blood, and that doesn't sit well/is oddly regarded by a lot of people. hope that makes sense.

needs revision

#percy weasley #penelope clearwater #penny clearwater #penny x percy #canon compliant #harry potter writing

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potionboy3 · 2 years

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Character profile

► basics;

Full Name: Lisbeth "Libby" Fairfax Birthday: February 16th 1960 Pronouns: she/her Sexual Orientation: Straight Hogwarts House: Gryffindor Blood Status: muggleborn Nationality: English Personality type: ENFJ

► magical info;

Wand: Laurel wood with a dragon heartstring core, 11 ¾ and rigid flexibility Patronus: Swan

Patronus Memory: Her first kiss with August Mcnair Boggart: August dying Specialized/Favourite Spells: episkey

► background;

Place of Birth: London Home: Clifford's house first and then Brierwell house Pre-Hogwarts: Libby was born into a wealthy muggle family who had grown out of their magical roots before she surprised everyone by being a witch. Her family was very old fashioned and ashamed of her true nature. They didn’t want her to attend Hogwarts but she insisted and got her way in the end.

► physical; Faceclaim: Madelyn Cline, (Abbie Cornish older) Eye Color: brown

Hair Color: blond, brunette when she was hiding during war Height: 1.67 m (5 Feet 6 Inches)

► Story:

Libby was always popular in school being brave and outgoing person. At some point she befriended August Macnair against all the odds but they hid their relationship from everyone. She was good at school and had high aspiration of be coming a healer. When the war started she ended her relationship with August and worked as a private healer after she had to leave her studies because of her background. She fought against Voldemort and lost many friends and most of her loved ones. After the war she married a muggleman and started a life away from magic. She grew bitter and didn’t want anything to do with magic anymore. When her daughter turned out to be a witch she hid her own past from her making Jenny believe she was a muggle born.

► relatives; Father: Philip Clifford Libby's father was from the long living Clifford clan and possessed a fair a mount of money. He was the owner of a high paying insurance company and all he wished from her daughter was that she'd marry well.

Mother: Sharon Clifford Sharon was from a less wealthy family that held ties to magic from a long ago. She was spoiled and vain and didn't understand her daughter. She loved her son more and saw a bright future for him. She kept quiet of her own more poor background.

Brother: Lucas Clifford Lucas and Libby never got along. He was the heir of the family and he saw Libby as a lesser being and never mentioned her magic to anyone. It was only later when Libby married Edmund Fairfax that the two could be in the same place again and understand one another.

► Children:

Son: Daniel Fairfax

Libby's favorite child and the family heir. He's a politician and engaged to a woman called Julia who also comes from a wealthy family.

Son: Harvey Fairfax Harvey is a free spirit. A photographer who travels a lot. Edmund and Libby don't like his life choices.

Son: Kenneth Fairfax

Kenneth is studying to be a doctor. He seeks for his parents attention the most and tries to live up to their expectations.

Daughter: Jenny Fairfax Libby and Jenny were never close with each other. After the family learned that Jenny was a witch, Libby’s impact on her life grew stronger and she became very controlling. Libby doesn’t want Jenny to be part of the magical because of her bad memories. She hates the fact that her daughter is interested in staying involved with the wizarding world.

► relationships;

Allegiances: Fairfax family, The order of phoenix

Love Interests:

August Macnair @gaygryffindorgal

August and Libby met in school and became secret friends then turned lovers. They hid their relationship from everyone because of their different backgrounds and friend groups. Libby hoped to marry August one day and starting a family away from both of their families. August became a death eater to Libby's great disappointment and she could never forgive him. How ever when he died it broke Libby and she was never the same.

Edmund Fairfax Libby returned home after the war and married a muggleman her parents had assigned to her. She never learned to love him but it gave her a reason to hide the fact that she was a witch and distance herself from magic. Edmund never found out the truth about her.

Enemies: Voldemort, Death eaters, Macnair family in particular

► misc;

Hobbies & Extracurriculars: Quidditch team she's a beater, dancing and reading Favourite Subject: Herbology

Professions: - Studied to become a healer and during a war it was her role during - After war a muggle house wife.

#libby clfford #hp marauders era #august macnair #jenny Fairfax #hp marauders era oc #jenny's mama's profile is another one i had half assed and never finished even though libby has been on the character page for ages #and in videos and edits lol #she's open for friends #i hate who she becomes in the end it's just so sad like gryff we really hurt her #marauders era #marauders era oc #character profile mine

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honeyteanocoffee · 2 years

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Oliver Wood Goblet of Fire (Pt 1)

@holyhead-harpy gave me a writing prompt about what it would look like if Oliver hadn't graduated yet in GOF. You can see my brain dump here and see my headcannon about Oliver having 2 Hufflepuff moms here, but I am finally making progress on writing the actual fic. I am an incredibly wordy person and this prompt gave me so many ideas that I'm going to split it up into multiple parts. I am just finishing my senior year and I have alot to plan so please be patient, but here we go

word count: 3.2k

warnings: I accidently wrote 3.2k words worth of angst but I promise it's not that bad and it's mostly context so stick with me

Finding Out He Isn't Quidditch Captain

Oliver Wood lived in a cute two-story house in what you might call a “wizard’s suburbs.” As magical beings, wizards built and lived in different types of neighborhoods. The Weasley’s, for instance, lived in an isolated neighborhood. There were other families that lived in the area, but the neighborhood was greatly distanced from other towns and communities. However, wizarding suburbs aren’t distanced from muggle neighborhoods. A good Muggle-Repealing Charm tends to do the job and, if there happen to be any wanderers, the neighborhood doesn’t look any different than a typical muggle community.

Kathy and Bridget Wood opted to live in a wizard’s suburbs when they first settled down together. They had already been living in the neighborhood for three years before they decided to get pregnant and have Oliver. It was important to both that they have a large front and back yard. Kathy, so that she could teach Oliver how to play quidditch in the comfort of their own home, and Bridget due to her career as an Owl Trainer. Oliver certainly loved the neighborhood he grew up in.

Growing up in a neighborhood surrounded by other wizards, he didn’t need to hide his magic or love for quidditch. He made several wizarding friends before he even began at Hogwarts. He and the other kids used to tumble and fly around his backyard. As he sat on his porch, waiting for his school letter, he tried to ignore his racing, intrusive thoughts by remembering his favorite memories on that very yard. The times he used to watch his mother practice her “seeker” skills, the first time he got to fly on a broom, the time he and his moms sat on the porch eating ice cream after he fell trying to catch the snitch. He had all these lovely memories, but it was nonetheless impossible to recall any of them as he waited for his letter.

It was Oliver’s last year at Hogwarts. His last year on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. His last year…his last year as Team Captain. That is, if his letter included the pin and letter of congratulations.

He leg continued to bounce incessantly, his right hand gently rubbed the blades of grade between his fingers, but his eyes were set on the sky. That damn, clear blue sky.

He was the logical choice for quidditch captain. Right? He continued Charlie Wesley’s legacy by keeping the Gryffindor Quidditch scores up. He had been captain for 3 years already. He worked himself to the bone practicing on his own and studying plays from old quidditch matches. He pushed his team to the brink of breaking so that they could improve, as well as himself. It was logical that he be captain this year. Right?

This cycle of nervousness wasn’t new to Oliver. Every year since his third year, he would get anxious before opening his letter. The gentle, nearly silent flap of Bludger’s wings suddenly pulled Oliver out of his thoughts. He rushed to his feet, stumbling on the wooden steps of his porch. He said a silent prayer as he waited for the clumsy owl to get closer, and the letters floated down to Oliver’s hands. A couple of letters for his moms, one from Percy, one from you, and a last one from Hogwarts. Oliver’s knees almost gave out under him when he recognized a distinct lack of weight in that last letter. He tore the envelope open before Bludger even landed on the porch’s rail. His heart sank when he realized that the only thing in the envelope was a list of school supplies.

In a moment of shock, he stuffed the letter into the envelope and slowly made his way into the house. His chest was tight, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, yet he was suddenly sensitive to every little noise. The hinges of the front door squeaked as he gently pushed it open, and he winced as the floorboards creaked while he tried to sneak back into the house. He tried to avoid his mothers’ eyes while they worked in the kitchen so that he wouldn’t have to talk about this. He dropped the letters on the dinner table. Unfortunately, the noise it created was louder than he intended, and his moms turned to look at him.

Bridget closed the kitchen cupboard to pick up the mail and Kathy looked up from chopping carrots and smiled at Oliver.

“So, what’s the word bug?” Both Kathy and Bridget were well aware of Oliver’s anxieties and how seriously he took his career as a quidditch player. He wrote to his moms every day when he was at school, so they were more than aware of how much his time on the quidditch team meant to him. They’ve been supportive of his love for quidditch since he was able to hold a broom. Especially Kathy, seeing as she was the one to introduce him to the sport. They were ecstatic when he received his first letter pronouncing him the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. Oliver had been scouted the previous school year and the scouts from several teams enjoyed his passion and intense love for the sport.

Unfortunately, Oliver found that he couldn’t even take a breath without shaking and bordering tears. His breath hitched and, when he turned to face his mom, he couldn’t even look in her general direction. Kathy set down the knife, wiped her hands, and made her way towards Oliver. She gently cupped his face in her hands and forced him to look at her.

“Ollie?” Her voice was hardly louder than a whisper. Oliver took his first whole breath since opening the letter, and his whole body shook. He finally looked his mother in the eye and his eyes quickly swelled with tears.

“Oh…honey,” Oliver turned his head slightly to look at his mom who was holding his school letter in her hands. Kathy also turned and quickly put two-and-two together when she noticed the lack of a pin in the envelope. Oliver closed his eyes; a silent tear fell down his cheek and Kathy wrapped her arms around him. His head fell to her shoulder and Bridget came to his side to hug him as well. He let out a sob as one of his moms held him close and the other slowly stroked his hair and back. The three of them stood there quietly until Oliver was able to take steady breaths. He took a small step out of the embrace from his moms, but he still held Kathy’s hands in his and touched his forehead to hers. Bridget cupped his face in her hand and wiped his last tear with her thumb.

“You know we’re still proud of you,” Bridget tilted her head so that she could look her son in the eye, “Right?” Oliver managed to smile. He opened his mouth, as if to respond, but all he could let out was a shaky breath.

“I think…I think I just…need to be alone right now.” He looked at the floor and continued to slowly step away from their embrace, but Kathy wouldn’t let go of his hands. “Hey,” Kathy squeezed his hands as if to remind him that they were there for him, “We love you.” Oliver smiled slightly at his moms, “I love you too.”

Bridget pressed a kiss to his temple and Kathy squeezed his hands once more before finally letting them go. He slowly made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. His moms shared a concerned look before returning to the kitchen to finish dinner.

Normally, quidditch was Oliver’s stress reliever. The way his body floats off the ground when he first pushes off the ground, the way the wind whistles by his ears when he does laps, even watching the different balls soar in the air is oddly calming to him, like watching a waterfall. But now, he couldn’t help but feel his eyes tear up again at the very sight of his broom leaning against his wall. He laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling his sheets, still unsure that this wasn’t all a bad dream. He turned on his side and saw the clutter of photos on his nightstand. He took a deep breath, sat up, and grabbed the closest frame.

It was his favorite photo of the two of you. Ollie loved to spend time on the quidditch field, so picnic dates on the field were common. One evening, Oliver surprised you with a picnic and made plans for a nighttime flight to look at the stars. Unfortunately, the twins decided to crash your little date. Before Fred jumped out from behind the stands, George managed to get a cute photo of you. For Oliver’s birthday, Georgie framed it and gave it to Oliver.

He held this photo in his hands but looked up at the others on his nightstand. There was a photo of him and the other Gryffindors raising the Quidditch cup after last year’s win. I had taken the photo and McGonagall printed an extra to give to Oliver. There was another of him and Percy lounging in the Gryffindor common room. You had just finished the last of your exams and were enjoying your other hobbies that had been neglected. Percy’s eyebrows were furrowed, and he was hunched over his Advanced Transfiguration book. Oliver was stretched out on a long couch and gently flipping through a book about different quidditch plays. The last of the photos was one of Oliver with a bass in his lap surrounded by other Gryffindor boys. Fred and George both had guitars, Dean was fidgeting with drumsticks, and Seamus was spinning on the drummer’s chair. The boys were laughing at something, and it was nice to remember the happier and cozier memories at Hogwarts. A hesitant knock at his door stopped Oliver from getting lost in his thoughts.

He took a deep breath, “Come in.”

Bridget peaked her head into the room and gave Oliver a small smile, “Dinner’s going to be ready in 10 minutes.”

Oliver smiled back at his mom, “Ok.”

He looked back down at the picture of us, and Bridget slowly made her way to sit by her son. “What are you thinking about?”

Oliver’s eyes were focused on the photo. He couldn’t bring himself to look at his mom and her eyes filled with concern and pity. He took a deep breath before responding, trying to stop himself from crying again.

“I don’t know,” he whispered back to his mother. He was filled with so many emotions. So much so that he felt almost numb to it.

“Did y/n get her pin?”

Oliver ran his finger over the wooden frame, “I haven’t heard anything.”

“Maybe you should open these then.” Bridget handed Oliver the letters from you and Percy that he had left on the kitchen table when he came in the house earlier.

“You can open them later. When you’re ready.” Bridget moved off the bed and knelt in front of Oliver. She brushed his hair out of his face and cupped his face in her hands. Oliver looked up at his mom and she smiled back at him.

“We love you so much Ollie. And we are so proud of everything you have done these past few years. So proud.”

Oliver took a shaky breath and tried to avoid eye contact, but his mom moved her other hand to hold his face steady.

“You are an incredibly talented quidditch player. Hell, you are more passionate about the damn sport than your mother,” Oliver let out a small laugh and Bridget smiled, “If McGonagall thinks that someone else could be a better captain, then maybe transforming into a cat has messed with her brain. You have worked so hard to get to where you are and everyone in that school knows. I know it, your mother knows it, and those scouts from last year definitely know it.”

Oliver opened his mouth to retaliate against what his mom was saying. Almost everyone at Hogwarts saw Oliver as this composed, competitive, quidditch obsessed, proud Gryffindor. The only people at school who knew that Oliver was actually an incredibly anxious, overthinking, and secretly stressed person was Percy and you, and maybe McGonagall. But, before Oliver could say a word, his mom interrupted him.

“No, Oliver. Somewhere in you, you know that I’m right. Your mother and I could not be prouder of you and next year. You could play on any team that you want and next year, when you’re training on the reserves, your mother and I will be there in the stands cheering for you. The only person who might be louder than us is y/n.”

His mom stood up and kissed the top of his head, “We love you so much Ollie, and not being quidditch captain for this year is not going to change that or anything else you have accomplished.”

Bridget started making her way out of Oliver’s room, “Remember, dinner’s almost ready.”

Oliver put the frame back on his nightstand and began to open the letters from me and Percy. Oliver and Percy had one of those relationships where they never necessarily mentioned their emotions but they both knew they were there. Percy helped Oliver study so that his grades wouldn’t fall so low that he would get kicked off the team. Oliver kept Percy grounded and reminded him to take breaks. Percy was also kind of the reason Oliver and you got together in our 5thyear.

As the Slytherin Quidditch captain, you had a bit of a rivalry (naturally). Unfortunately, Percy was your closest friend. Percy was the one who basically facilitated your rivals to lovers love story, which is ironic seeing as he hated when the two of you would even sit on the same couch.

Percy didn’t write letters too often. He only wrote to invite (tell) Oliver to family events (often to keep Percy sane) or to give him some big announcement. On the other hand, you wrote Oliver once or twice a week, unless we had spent the day together.

Percy’s letter was mainly a “check-in” letter, letting Oliver know that he was looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts. There was a little line about how he had received his Prefect’s badge. It was so simple and short that Oliver could practically hear Percy shrugging his shoulder and saying, “Of course.”

But Oliver’s breath hitched when he read the end of that paragraph.

“I got my Prefect’s badge with my letter today. My mom is overjoyed, but it’s nothing special at this point. Who else would they make Prefect? I’m sure you’re excited about your Quidditch Captain’s pin (even though everyone knows that you’re going to be captain this year). Here’s to hoping this last year of quidditch doesn’t distract you from your academics too much. Who am I kidding, y/n will probably strangle you the moment your work is anything less than perfect. I do see what you mean when you call her an angel, she makes my job of making sure your quidditch obsessed ass doesn’t forget about the other things in your life.

Best,

Percy”

Oliver sniffed and turned your letter in his hand. He gently pried the envelope open and took a deep breath before pulling the parchment out. The two of you took pride in your houses, but you tried not to let them define our personalities. Nonetheless, Gryffindors and Slytherin often overlap in their strong sense of pride, and it was definitely true in your relationship. When you started dating, you had to set boundaries in terms of our quidditch wins. If you had a match against one another, you would each spend time with our teams before partaking in any sort of interaction more than a hug or smile (or the occasional kiss). It gave you the time to calm down and then appreciate and celebrate the other’s accomplishments. But the position of quidditch captain was more serious than winning a match. Oliver was scared to open the letter. What would happen if you were named the Slytherin quidditch captain while he wasn’t?

Would it change the way you looked at him? Would it change your relationship dynamic? Would he be jealous? Angry? Would he get over those negative emotions? Would this drive a wedge in your relationship? Was he an awful boyfriend for secretly hoping you weren’t the quidditch captain?

Oliver gently unfolded the stationery and scanned the letter. He smiled at the loving greeting you always started your letters with. He could practically hear the smile in your voice, and that was enough to make him forget the devastating news from today. There was nothing too special about the letter. You started it with a cheerful greeting, gave a recap of the past couple of days, asked him some questions, and signed the letter loving as Leannan. The only special news in the letter was about receiving your prefect’s pin, but there was no mention of quidditch. No mention of being captain, no mention of the sport anywhere on the paper. Oliver couldn’t help but be a little bit relieved.

He dropped the letters on his desk before making his way to the dining room so that he would remember to write back before the night fell.

He walked down the stairs, ever so slightly happier than when he walked up them. Bridget was bringing out the plates and silverware. Ollie went into the kitchen to help his mom carry the plates of food to the table. He lifted a heavy bowl of stew from his mother’s arm before she could start walking towards the dining room. Kathy smiled at her boy and thanked him before helping her wife get the drinks. Oliver sat down and started serving the plates. Everything felt perfectly domestic. As if he hadn’t just gone through a “career crisis.”

The family sat down and began eating before anyone spoke.

“Y/n says ‘Hi’” Oliver pushed the food around his bowl instead of looking at his moms.

Kathy smiled and took that as a cue that this was a green lit topic to talk about.

“How’s she doing?”

Oliver couldn’t help but smile before he began talking about you once more.

“She’s good. She’s been playing around with different arts and crafts. She’s hoping to show them to some of the kids at the daycare someday.”

Bridget let a second pass before speaking, “…any quidditch news from her?”

Kathy flashed her wife a warning look, but Bridget was determined to hear what Oliver had to say.

“She’s been practicing with some of the other Slytherins, and she visited the Weasley’s a while ago. She didn’t get a pin either. Actually, I don’t know that. But if she did, she didn’t mention it in her last letter.”

Kathy looked a little shocked at the news, “So, do you feel a little better now?”

“A little bit. I feel awful about it, but y/n is an amazing quidditch player and she works herself to the bone. She got her prefect’s pin though.”

“You and y/n are amazing quidditch players. There has to be something going on that you don’t know about, and you’ll figure it out,” Kathy reached her hand out towards Oliver, “But for now, we need you to remember how great you are.”

Oliver smiled and reached out to meet his mother’s hand.

#oliver wood #harry potter #writing #slytherin #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon #hp #oliver wood headcanon #oliver wood fluff #goblet of fire

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alloutofgoddesses · 1 year

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C3 E50 - It’s the middle of the semester so I have no free time ever and I’m reconsidering all of my life choices leading to this moment

Gale!

Fun fact I tried watching this last night and only got about an hour and half in when I realised I was way too tired and distracted so I turned it off

Jester I miss you

NOPE vibes

Why is Liam so little

Off topic but anybody else have a grey cat? I have a nearly 11 month old grey feline and I would love to know if they’re all Like This or if mines a special (basket) case

Aahhhhhhhh oh my god I’m so happy for Imogen

Planning is an essential part of DND but guess what. I am not paying attention to a whole lot of it unless I myself am planning

RIP Silver Sun? I don’t understand why this is necessary oops

Travis bud when was the last time you got your eyes checked

Fly in studio AGAIN (why are there so many flies in the Critical Role studio)

Miss your merk

…and I guess I’m done with my tea now thanks Hermes

Gnome sinkholes

Also there’s no way they’re coming back with a better ship lol

Laura please don’t do math problems

Keyleth I love you

Nothing bad is going to happen, this plan will go as expected

Awww Fearne gave Ashton a forehead kiss

Shout out to Travis for continuing to wear the sweat bands

Oh boy oh boy

I love seeing Travis “Aabria was only scared of me” Willingham in his element

My tummy feels weird lol… idk why this isn’t very high stakes at all

Hello who are you

Scary Laura scary Laura

Okay but how “high up” is Lilliana for that to work

Oof buddies

Oh hey I own those sweatpants

Just filibuster, that’ll stop the apocalypse from happening

Don’t look at your wife like that Matt

Oh no - I feel like it’s a bad idea to run

Does Travis need the sweatbands because I think I do

WEREWOLF TIMEEEW

OH THAT’S VERY BIG

Get em Laudna

How much attention do we think this combat is drawing. Also who’s hiding in the tent

Casual Lizzo ref

Bye Ashton

The warder is gonna die via electrocution!

Is it Otohan or her mom

AH SHIT I WAS RIGHT ABOUT SOMEONE BEING IN THE TENT

Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute

Fingers crossed fingers crossed this is a blorbo from our shows

This has to be someone very dexterous

That’s monk shit right that has to be monk shit

THATS EXPOSITOR BEAUREGARD LIONETT

Me too Liam

Ashley I love you - try your absolute damndest please

That’s my second favourite Critical Role lesbian!!!!!!

ASHLEY SHE IS SO HOT

That’s Beau!!

THAT’S MY BABYGIRL

ME TOO LIAM!!!!!!

Multi-campaign crossover!!!!!!!!!

ME TOO DANI

In the words of Liam AND Aabria, what’s sexier than wizards? NOTHING

Oh Caleb is so respectful I love hims

Yeah you have baby

Probably Beau 😬

I would love to see Beau and Caleb in Vasselheim

Hey it’s her!

Very excited for the people who woke up Devexian to meet FCG honestly

Awww where’s the rest of the Mighty Nein

- Who didn’t make it out? I would like to know Caleb

When is Chet gonna become small again. I feel like it’s gonna make Beau laugh

Ashton has been silent the entire time 🧐

Ashton bby speak up ask questionssss

Which of his romantic partners is he referring to

Oh shit third wizard?

Yeah Travis the meta levels are out of this world

There’s Ashton hi buddy

Ajshshsjaj BEAU

I want Ashton and Beau to be passive aggressive together PLEASE

Be careful with that fourth wall it doesn’t look super stable right now

Okay but I would prefer if we move forward with the full team here

Desperately want Beau and Caleb to meet FCG

[THEY] XANDIS IS THEY REMEMBER PRONOUNS MARISHA

Ah goddammit. See y’all next week

#critical role #cr spoilers #bells hells

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fireteam-fractal-d2 · 2 years

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Guardians & Other characters (along with some background info)

Current Season: Season of The Witch (2023) Fireteam Fractal (primary): Argus-2: Exo Void Titan (masc) - Ghost: Commo - Fought in the Red War. now he just kinda does whatever. Very loyal to the vanguard to a fault. Prophet: Human Arc Warlock (fem) - Ghost: Oracle - Rogue Lightbearer, left Fireteam Fractal and the Last City after Argus killed two eliksni who surrendered. Built a colony of Humanity, Eliksni, Hive, and Cabal who want to get away from the war in the solar system in the asteroid belt around the inner planets called Avalon (all are welcome).

- is dating an Eliksni Captain named Avethryk, who founded the House of Tempest with Prophet. Wav-3: Exo Stasis Hunter (masc) - Ghost: Synth(deceased), Vapor (hive ghost) - Lightless, Ghost killed by Eramis, befriended a Hive ghost who refuses to res thier guardian. Related to Evergarden-14. Hates being reminded that he’s an exo. Prometheus: Awoken Solar Titan (masc) - Ghost: Pearl - recovering from being possessed by Calus via Egregore spores. Extended Fireteam Fractal Unlisted in fireteams Jace: Human Void Hunter (masc) - Ghost: Hustle - Works for the vanguard, sometimes, mostly just dances in the last city for glimmer. Levi: Awoken Void Warlock (masc) - Ghost: Buster - New Light that woke up mid crucible match between Sinclair, Prophet, and Evergarden. Buster is a snitch.

Corazon-3: Exo Void Titan (masc) - Ghost: (pending)

- Fought in the battle of 6 fronts, saved by Saint-14 and eventually freed him from the Infinite Forest on Mercury Fireteam Cohesion: Havoc-13: Exo Void/Solar Hunter (fem) - Ghost: Egg - Was a pirate w/ Cold for the first two years of their life as a Guardian. Egg is basically base D2 ghost, but his voice glitches out due to being blown up trying to save Havoc. Havoc-13 was resurrected as Havoc-2, but plot happened and she got reset 11 times. Cold-7: Exo Arc Titan (masc) - Ghost: Atlas - going to therapy after attempting to kill Wav-3 to learn Stasis. He’s doing better.

Evergarden-14 Exo Arc Warlock (fem) - Ghost: Serpent - Part of Ikora’s hidden, ran through Witch Queen campaign. Related to Wav-3. (important to mention Evergarden canonically has the thiccest of thighs) Fireteam (name Still pending) Alamo: Awoken Solar/Void/Stasis Titan (fem) - Ghost: Touchdown “TD” - VERY Texan, uses almost only Tex Mechanica gear. TD tries (and fails horrifically) to copy her accent to make her more comfortable (it doesn’t work). Dahlia’s Girlfriend.

Sinclair: Awoken Void/Solar Warlock (masc) - Ghost: Malignant - New Light. Woke up and instantly found Felwinter’s Helm. Malignant wants Sinclair to be a badass, but he’s baby.

- Out in the EDZ in a cottage with his ghost, doing woodworking. Dahlia: Human Void Hunter (fem) - Ghost: Orchid - Rogue lightbearer, Alamo’s girlfriend. Non player characters (that are reoccurring) Ikolxuto “Xutoo”: Hive Acolyte Solar Hunter (Masc) - Ghost: Bunker - Havoc’s ~boyfriend. Hides from Immaru/lucent brood because he hates killing other guardians. Anotragul “Notra”: Hive Knight Arc/Void Titan (fem) - Ghost: Shudder - Friend to Wav-3 and Prophet. Struggles with English a lot but she tries. Phemnith: Hive Wizard Solar Warlock (nb) - Ghost: Elucidate - friend of Evergarden Vesris: Hive Knight Solar Titan (fem) - Ghost: Pitch Rurnon: Hive Knight Void Titan (masc) - Ghost: Ardent - Both are friends of Dahlia.

Avethryk, Kell of Storms (fem) - no ghost

-Kell of House Tempest on Avalon, Prophet’s settlement on the asteroid belt around Mars

- Prophet’s girlfriend

Jazmine-6: Exo Arc Hunter (fem) - Ghost: Ganymede - Havoc’s other best friend.

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1, 2, 12, and 13 for the AU asks? :D

1. Most self-indulgent AU

OKAY, I KNOW I ANSWERED THIS HERE, BUT I HAVE ANOTHER ONE….. my ChrysiJacks Wicked AU is VERY self-indulgent. I think Jacks being an annoying popular kid in a magic school and Chrysi being the outcast is VERY good, especially since I think Jacks would slowly fall in love with Chrysi, even though she’s the weird, creepy outcast. (Plus, everyone that describes Chrysi calls her the one with “hair like bone, eyes like blood, and her face is speckled like a toad’s back” and then Jacks sees her and is like “have you guys never seen freckles before?” Like.. yeah, as if Chrysi isn’t the most bewitching person ever.) Then when they fall in love, Chrysi has to go into hiding because she pissed off the wizard president… yep! Good stuff!

Jacks ends up being engaged to Tella, but both of them can tell his heart’s not in it. When he sees Chrysi again, he thinks he just might scream!!! He’s so happy!

The song As Long As You’re Mine? Followed by No Good Deed??? WHEWWWWW, CHRYSIJACKSCORE… Chrysi saving him by turning him into the scarecrow, Jacks lying and acting like he’s helping Dorothy (??? Though it probably won’t end up being Dorothy LOL) kill Chrysi, when he’s actually working on his escape plan with her? Both of them leaving Oz together, because they care about each other so much? It’s just. Yeah. I love Wicked and I have since I was younger (We don’t talk about the book here. It’s an okay book, but we do not discuss it here.)

2. Guilty pleasure AU

Again, I answered that here, but I HAVE ONE MORE. My Chrysi/Tris Fear Street AU is a MAJOR guilty pleasure… I actually curse Chrysi this time, and later Chrysi gets possessed (she stabs Tris with his own broken drumstick. It’s great) and!!! I just love it because I never give Chrysi and Tris a love story that’s meant to last, but this one!!! This is it!!! They fall in love and they stay in love! Yes, Tris did technically kill Chrysi, but it was out of love :) And she came back to life in the end. So it’s fine.

Plus I think a lot of the relationship drama is still similar to the movie, since Tris is bi and he can be very self-conscious about how Chrysi and others perceive him.

And there’s the whole part where Tris is tying Chrysi up places, like his little possessed pet. He’s taking his possessed girlfriend out on walks :) Don’t worry, she only bites sometimes.

I’m not very coherent, but their relationship fits very well in the storyline—Chrysi’s a cheerleader that moved the town over, Tris sneaks over to see her at the game because he used to be in marching band (he never turned in the uniform), and uhhh, they both get mean in that argument. I love it.

12. Free Space (Askers choice)

I’m jst going to mention a random AU off the top of my head!! Ummm, OH, my Twelve Dancing Princesses / Entwined AU with Chrysi and Archibald!!! Chrysi is fighting tooth and nail, trying to keep Archibald from being interested in her, but, by God, he’s determined to get to know her. She just wants to use him to break the curse. It’s hilarious, esp since he knows her well enough by the climax to be able to tell which Chrysi is the real Chrysi and which Chrysi is Elias Bloom planning on stabbing him. He also gets to see Chrysi pummel Elias Bloom into the floor. It’s very fun for him. Oh, also he and Chrysi kiss and stuff. And. Stuff.

13. An AU I’m fixated on right now

I’m actually currently working on Fake Dating ChrysiJacks at the moment! So that’s something I’ve been fixated on—just the growing displeasure Chrysi has with the arrangement, and the way that she realizes (with great horror) that she wishes Jacks actually wanted her in a romantic way—instead of in a way to get back at his ex. But she puts up with it. She gets a lot snappier with Jacks as time goes on, though, and Jacks doesn’t realize why.

By the time Jacks realizes he actually does love her, unfortunately, Chrysi’s decided she’s done with it. He tries to tell her that he wants to kiss her, but she jst looks at him tiredly and goes, “No you don’t. You want to kiss Tella. I’m just a convenient stand-in, since I won’t die.” He doesn’t get the chance to tell her that he’s not stupid anymore and he actually does love her.

Too little, too late.

#.asks #m.kai💛#s.trysi #s.chrysijacks #s.chrysiarchie #sometimes i DO like the miscommunication trope. when i’m writing it.#i understand why ppl don’t like it but consider: i like causing drama and making characters hurt #HOW DO YOU THINK THE DRAMA IS GOING TO HAPPEN??? STORIES NEED DRAMA TO MOVE THEM ALONG #GET OVER ITTTT

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regarding d. malfoy ,

draco and his mom both testified against several death eaters in the immediate aftermath of the war, draco’s including lucius himself, who ended up going to azkaban. he was there only a few months when he died. narcissa left the country pretty much the week she was able to. she tried to convince draco into coming with her but he’s stubborn and occasionally immovable, so he stayed. she lives in france still.

he came back for a repeat of his last year at hogwarts as a required part of a probationary period. it ran concurrently with a period of house arrest, so for that year he didn’t go anywhere that wasn’t hogwarts or malfoy manor, and a year after he was still restricted to just the manor. neither he nor his mom ever made any attempt to break this or did anything outside their set rules, so it was lifted without much fuss when he’d just turned twenty.

draco is seeker for puddlemere united. he was recruited when he was twenty one, almost twenty two. a move that was still widely regarded as controversial at the time given the malfoy’s community standing, but he’s very talented and he’s done pretty well for himself on the team.

narcissa maintains a very low profile, draco obviously does not. he doesn’t go out of his way but his job is a fairly public involved one, mostly he just doesn’t hide. he visits her fairly often, outside of the team he maintains close contact with pansy, theo & blaise too.

his life is still certainly centered in the wizarding world, but he does pop into the muggle world a fair bit. draco doesn’t stick to the shadows by any means but he does find something appealing about places where no one knows or cares who he is, for better or worse.

during the time he was on house arrest short of hogwarts lessons his spell casting was also very restricted. he learned to do a lot the normal way and got particularly into cooking. he’s very good at it, and very good at potions, and very good at quidditch though that’s unrelated.

the manor sits unlived in after the aforementioned house arrest period. it does not, however, go untouched. even now it goes through a lot of magical cleansing so to speak. it’s a place where a lot of awful things happened and though draco respects his mom’s wishes in not getting rid of it entirely, he does entrust some people to do what i imagine is the magic equivalent of home renovation. draco has his inheritance and he makes a good living in quidditch, finding a decent flat is easy work.

draco will be played pretty exclusively post-war, post-hogwarts, etc. he’s very much a product of his environment and it doesn’t excuse any of the awful awful ways he behaved, but i want to play him post that when he’s had a chance to be and do things for himself.

#draco malfoy … it is exceptionally lonely.#harry potter content tw #just having a grand ole time #hehe

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sneakscar · 2 years

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hey, isn’t that MARIETTA EDGECOMBE? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY EIGHT year old pure blood WITCH is a RAVENCLAW alumnus who has gone on to be a BROOM-MAKER. i’ve heard they can be quite INDEPENDENT & ADROIT, but i don’t know… they came off very STANDOFFISH & INHIBITED in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?

TLDR ; marietta, a popular ravenclaw in school, fell out of favor and the public eye after betraying dumbledore’s army and having SNEAK scarred on her face. at the beginning of the war she diverted from her family’s plans and apprenticed for a custom broom-maker whose workshop doubled as a hiding place for muggle-borns and half-bloods trying to get out of the wizarding world under voldemort’s rule. she returned to hogwarts for the final battle & lost her mentor in the fight ; marietta kept the workshop open after the war and has been working as a custom broom-maker for several years now. she is a solitary sort of person, in part because she never knows where she stands with people. has a cat named cordelia. sort of comes across as a bitch. reluctant and sort of absent order member because she sure as hell doesn’t stand with those they’re against, but she doesn’t go out of her way to jump on causes or missions.

there are two marietta edgecombes ; childhood and adult. everyone changes, of course, as years roll by - - - but this is a SHARP, pronounced change heralded by a faint word still visible on her cheek. SNEAK, it reads, in fading pockmarks that never quite left her face no matter what potion she drank or creams she tried. she tries to keep those two versions of herself extremely separated ; the marietta of school is not the marietta of adulthood. not in the slightest.

PT I ; GOLDEN & HAZY & HORRIBLE

in school she was a smiling, bubbly, giggling thing. marietta was always part of a group of other ravenclaw girls from the moment she stepped onto the train for the first time. her family’s connections ensured that she’d had a gaggle of pureblood playmates from the time she could toddle about, and those friendships aided her never having trouble finding friends. the fact she was always friendly, always smiling, and always willing to help with a homework assignment didn’t hurt.

maybe she would have stayed that marietta forever in another lifetime. it’s easy enough to envision her following the path laid out before her from a young age ; working some ministry desk job and being the young woman who was always smiling from her desk, marrying youngish to someone else with an old last name and having a few kids to carry on the line. that’s where the divergence was. that’s where marietta grew up.

freshly seventeen and in a battle she didn’t want to take part in. marietta only joined DUMBLEDORE’S ARMY because of her friendship with cho - - - cho, mourning, running head-first into danger that marietta couldn’t stop her from. so she did was any good friend should do - - - follow. but only to a certain point. it seemed dangerous and foolish, this fight, and marietta knew the deeper she let herself become entangled in it the more dangerous it was for her mother and her position at the ministry. marietta didn’t mean to rat them all out, really, even if no one will believe that ; she only wanted to give a HINT. but umbreidge pressed, and marietta bent, and SNEAK bloomed across her face so painfully and so obvious that it shut her up.

by the time umbreidge asked again marietta couldn’t remember who was in dumbledore’s army ; she doesn’t know WHO cast the memory charm, but someone must have, surely, for something she knew to melt to something she didn’t. it’s easy to guess now, but then - - - marietta had fled from the room after being shook about by one professor and seeing the headmaster fight the minister’s guard and didn’t speak of it again. refused to - especially in the face of disdain from those she figured were likely in the army and the sudden distance from the girls who had once claimed being her FRIEND. it was never the same after that.

PT II ; TWISTING PATHS

luckily she only had a little time left in school. unluckily war bubbled up through the cracks soon after she graduated. marietta had never made plans for what she would do, really. it was going to be whatever her parents wanted for so long, but this ministry, this STRANGE AND CRUEL AND UNFORGIVING thing? marietta couldn’t swallow it. her mother tried to offer her a job but marietta turned it down without a second thought. she moved into a little flat in the slowly more frightening diagon alley. she read books and thought and eventually happened upon something strange she hadn’t expected, hadn’t even thought about.

a broom-maker looking for an apprentice. willing to teach the dying skill, so often relegated to large business rather than singular craftsmen. it isn’t as though marietta was doing much of anything else, other than running down the money her parents were willing to give her, so she JUMPED. so she met cornelian crow, a man as eccentric as his name, and began learning to create brooms by hand. it was an ACCIDENT she discovered the hidden rooms and tunnels connected to the workshop ; pathways and hiding places for muggleborns and half-bloods crow hid and helped away from the increasing patrols hunting them for sport. it STINGS that crow had been keeping it from her - - - but can marietta truly FAULT him? so she doesn’t say anything about it. so she starts helping quietly.

so the two of them hear from someone they are helping that something is about to happen at hogwarts. so crow & marietta go back and FIGHT. marietta had never been a duelist of any great merit but hells, she fought as hard as she could. she fought until it was over, and she buried crow almost alone because he had no family and few true friends. when she went back to her flat ALONE it was with a broken nose and a mouthful of blood and the acrid smell of burning her nose and no idea what to do next.

PT III ; DO THINGS , FIGHT THINGS

what else was there to do but hang her own hat on the workshop and begin taking commissions for brooms? customers are rare, but each broom she makes costs triple what you can buy in stores, made by marietta’s careful and rough hands to specific requests and pointed specifications. it’s a quiet existence, but maybe she likes it like that. in truth, marietta doesn’t know. she likes being left alone, that much she knows.

she adopts a cat. she has a small circle of friends she gets drinks with and a wide circle of people she avoids because their presence sets her on edge and makes her go cold and quiet and on the edge of unkind. it’s just how she reacts to those she doesn’t know how to react to.

the fact she has somehow stumbled back into membership of a GROUP seems ironic to marietta, but she is not the most active member of the order of the phoenix. she offers the hidden places in her workshop if they are needed as safehouses. she comes to meetings that seem important. she does not linger or chat.

#nox.intro #:3 #marietta but she's more Competent now

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shrinkthisviolet · 3 years

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You know you’re obsessed with Karate Kid/Cobra Kai when:

You’re watching Wizards of Waverly Place and wondering why Alex’s last name isn’t “LaRusso” 🤦‍♀️

#it’s not even in an ‘oh she would be a great addition to the franchise’ way #it’s legitimately me being confused and thinking her name was ‘alex larusso’#although let’s be real she would be a GREAT addition to the franchise 😂#no i’m not thinking about a wowp x ck crossover what are you talking about #cobra kai #wizards of waverly place #wowp #alex russo #...maybe i am but LISTEN THE IDEA OF ALEX BEING A DISTANT RELATIVE OF THE LARUSSOS IS TOO GOOD TO PASS UP #like...maybe alex doesn’t become the family wizard and she moves in with the larussos and gets roped into a karate war #and she tries to hide that she’s a wizard but it doesn’t work for very long #IMAGINE THE CHAOS #...although i guess she’d have to be family wizard to keep her powers. well i guess that can stay the same then 🤷‍♀️#wowp canon can stay untouched and i’ll just shove alex into The Valley somehow #ck x wowp au

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jcwriting · 3 years

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Written in the Stars

summary ↬ being soulmates with a werewolf? pretty easy. being jungkook’s soulmate? the easiest thing in the world. there’s only one teensy tiny problem. he doesn’t want to fuck you.

pairing ↬ werewolf!jungkook x reader

genre ↬ soulmate!au, abo verse, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort (this is so fucking dramatic and for what)

word count ↬ 10.4k my hand slipped

warnings ↬ swearing, angst (but with a happy ending bc im a sappy bitch), jk is stupid in love (emphasis on stupid), mentions of violence (very brief and i don’t go into too much detail but just to warn yall), slight nsfw (sex is a big topic for like half of this but not sex is had...i know im shocked too), half of this is background info/setting up the story the other half is finally addressing the summary lolol, jk is kind of an asshole but he has reasons!!!!!

authors note ↬ hello lovelies! here’s a small little thing for you all (laughs in 10k word count). this has been sitting in my drafts for fucking ever and i just needed to get it out there and out of my hands. im thinking about writing a part two where the actual ~*/sex/*~ is had but im still on the fence about that. please let me know what you think! i literally crave your interactions so pls dont be shy,,,,,okay love you bye :)

(ps i was so close to naming this Rewrite the Stars but since this has absolutely nothing to do with The Greatest Showman i didn’t. but i was close,,,,so fucking close)

You always knew Jeon Jungkook was destined for great things.

It was written in the stars, your mother had told you after he had first stepped foot into your family-owned grocery store. Your mother didn’t have any special powers, she just had a thing for astrology. While you normally shrugged off her random proclamations about divine intervention and planetary alignments, you found that Jungkook was something you couldn’t ignore or chalk up as your mother’s latest tea leaf reading.

From the moment you set eyes on him you knew he was different. While your family held zero claim to any sort of mystical or magical inclinations, you were well aware of those who did. It was no secret that non-humans roamed the Earth in plain sight, even though it had taken humans eons to realize this. After years of savage wars and civil unrest, agreements had come into place and governing bodies were adjusted to accept the changes that had finally been made. But, this was all before your time. You were the generation that was born into the period of peace, the first children to not experience bloodshed before they could walk. The world you knew now was almost a complete one-eighty of what it had been.

Where before those who were not of human blood had to do everything they could to blend in, now could be free of the shadows. Your classrooms had both humans and non-humans in their rosters. Some of your teachers were hybrids. Curriculum expanded to teach humans about a world that had once been entirely unknown to them. One of your favorite teachers was a witch who regaled your tenth grade class with stories of goblin wars, wizard duels, and vampire covens. All tales that you had once thought were nothing but fiction were now anything but.

Which is why, the second Jeon Jungkook entered the grocery store that your parents owned and that you had worked at since you were old enough to speak in full sentences, you knew who he was. You didn’t even question it.

He was a werewolf. A powerful one. You could see it in the way he carried himself. The purposeful strides he took down the narrow aisles, the confidence in his broad shoulders. Humans weren’t nearly as sensitive as their hybrid counterparts but you also paid attention in your classes. Or, perhaps you were more aware than other humans. Never in your life did you have the issues other faced when meeting a non-human for the first time. You always knew who they were without them having to tell you. You just knew.

So, when Jeon Jungkook stepped up to your register with a bottle of water and some raw beef, you didn’t flinch. Didn’t bend under his dark gaze or shuffle your feet in an awkward attempt to break the silence. Instead, you flashed him your customer service smile and rang up his items. He didn’t say a word as he paid, barely sparing you a second glance as he strode out of the store.

“He’s going to be a great and powerful man,” your mother said in that feathery light voice of hers. “It was written in the stars.”

You couldn’t help but agree.

Jeon Jungkook came into your store everyday for the next month. He bought the same thing every time. A bottle of water and a package of raw beef. The only time he spared you any words was to say thank you or the occasional hello if the sun was shining. Usually, he was alone. Sometimes, he came with a few members of his pack. You liked those days. He smiled a little brighter and talked a little louder when they were around. Especially around Taehyung.

Then, after a month, he didn’t come in. Not for an entire week. From Monday to Sunday, you hadn’t seen a hide nor hair of him. A part of you was worried, so worried that you almost stopped Taehyung in the middle of the street to ask of Jungkook’s whereabouts before realizing how insane that made you look, the other part was chastising yourself for caring. Jeon Jungkook was a customer. Nothing more, nothing less.

The following Monday had come and you had finally stopped glancing at the sliding doors every five minutes. You no longer expected his commanding presence to rock your little world. Instead, you continued your day as if it had been any other. That was, until, Jeon Jungkook stepped through the entrance looking as if he was walking on air. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

“Did you have a good heat?” You asked when he stepped up to your register. Jungkook fumbled the water bottle he had been setting onto the conveyer belt before turning to stare at you.

“What did you just say?”

You didn’t shrink under his intense glare. “I was asking if you enjoyed your heat. Seems like you did.”

“How do you know I was in my rut?”

“Oh, is rut the correct terminology? Sorry, they always interchanged them in class, I was never sure what was appropriate.” You shrugged and rang up his items. “It was kind of obvious, though. You seemed pretty agitated about a week-and-a-half ago, then you disappear for a week, and now you’re back looking happier than ever. If it wasn’t your rut then I want to know where you went on vacation because that’s where I’m heading to next.”

Jungkook laughed. That almost made you jump out of your skin. You had never heard him laugh before. It was throaty, it was deep, and it was wonderful. “I’ll be sure to send you the link to the Airbnb.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?”

He smirked. “I’m here every day, aren’t I?”

You tilted your head as you accepted the cash he handed to you. “Clearly, you’re not that reliable.”

Jungkook laughed again. It was becoming your new favorite sound. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to appear flaky.”

“You’re forgiven,” you decided as you handed him the plastic bag of his purchases. Teasingly, you added, “just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

He flashed you a smile that showed off his sharpened canines. “Don’t worry, darling. I never make the same mistake twice.”

Jeon Jungkook kept his promise. He showed up everyday, like clockwork. Bought the same thing. Arrived at the same time. The only thing that changed was how he treated you. It wasn’t that he treated you badly before, he had always been polite. But now, he talked to you. He asked you questions and answered yours. More often than not, he laughed.

(It had become your favorite sound.)

For three months, this continued. The two of you had settled into a comfortable routine, something you relied on and expected. Until, he changed that.

Until, Jeon Jungkook asked you out on a date.

“What did you just say?”

“Are you free? Tonight?” You glanced around, almost expecting to see some sort of supermodel posing behind you to explain the absolute absurdity of the situation. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for the hidden cameras. I think I’m getting Punk’d.”

Jungkook sighed and placed both hands on the counter that separated the two of you. “Look at me.” You did. Slowly and warily, but you did. “Does it look like I’m lying to you?”

Narrowing your eyes, you regarded him carefully. He seemed serious. But, then again, do you ever really know someone? “I don’t know. I’ve never actually seen you lie before so I wouldn’t know the difference.”

“Fine. Ask me what color my shirt is.”

“What color is your shirt?”

“White,” he deadpanned. You glanced down at his chest. His shirt was black.

“Jungkook!”

He threw his head back and released a full bellied laugh. Even in your exasperation you couldn’t help but soften a little. “I’m sorry, darling. I couldn’t help myself.” Annoyed, you huffed and spun to face the cash register. Stabbing your finger onto the touchscreen, you ignored Jungkook’s obvious presence on the opposite side of the counter. Until his hand reached around the card reader and grasped a hold of your chin. The warmth of his fingers forced your head to turn to meet his.

“Come to dinner with me.” His voice was nothing but a rumble in his chest, his eyes so black and all-consuming you couldn’t do anything but agree with him. He seemed pleased by your response as his fingers tightened against your skin and a grateful smile flicked past his lips. His gaze darted down to your mouth and your breath froze in your chest.

“Are you going to kiss me?”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Do you want me to?”

“No.” You tried to shake your head but his grip didn’t allow you much movement. He was taken aback by your answer, a small frown tugging at his mouth. You quickly backtracked to fix the situation. “I don’t want our first kiss to be in a grocery store. That’s a new low that I refuse to reach.”

Jungkook chuckled and tapped your chin gently. “Alright, darling. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

Again, he kept his promise to you. He showed up at your parents house exactly at seven, wearing a button-down shirt and slacks. The tulips he had gotten for you was thrust into your hands the moment you opened the door. Flashing him a genuine smile, you hurried into the kitchen to set them in water while your mother grilled him on his birth time. You were quick to drag him away, practically throwing him towards the car as you waved goodbye.

“Sorry,” you sighed as Jungkook opened the passenger door for you. “She has a…thing for astrology. She’s probably creating your star map or whatever right now.”

“It’s okay,” he responded once he got into the drivers seat. “It’s sweet of her to care.”

You snorted. “She’s delusional is what she is.”

“So, you’re saying you don’t believe in astrology?”

“Do you?”

Jungkook shrugged as he pulled out of your dirt driveway. He looked so damn attractive behind the wheel it was honestly unfair. “Not really saying I do or don’t. All I know is that there are a lot of things out there that are out of our control. If believing in the stars and planets helps you gain some of that control back, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”

“God, don’t talk like that in front of my mother. She’ll want to start dating you.”

He grinned and placed a hand on your knee. “Tell her I’m already taken.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond to that. Not that he didn’t give you one, it was just that you literally had nothing to say. With just one sentence he opened the floodgates of your brain and the amount of thoughts that were flying through your conscious was painful. Anxiety fluttered in your stomach and you pressed your lips together to keep you from word vomiting onto him. No, it was better to keep your mouth shut and let the moment pass.

By the time you reached the restaurant you were a trembling mess of nerves. Were you guys dating? You thought this was just a ‘testing the waters’ date, not a ‘you’re my girlfriend now’ date. Did you have to make it Facebook official? You hated that shit.

Jungkook didn’t comment on your obvious distress, though. He merely placed a hand on the small of your back, ignoring how you jerked in surprise, and led you into the quiet bistro. Nodding politely to the hostess who was practically panting at the sight of him (you honestly couldn’t blame her) and pulled out your chair for you. When he sat down, he started talking. Idle chat at first. Commenting on one of the dishes, asking about the college classes you were taking at your local university. Before you realized it, wine was in your glass and your shoulders were loose. Previous nerves forgotten, you lost yourself in Jungkook. You drank, you ate, you laughed, and genuinely enjoyed his company. Honestly, it was the best date you’d ever been on.

“I have to be honest with you,” Jungkook spoke after he finished his raw steak. “I have an ulterior motive for asking you here tonight.”

“Oh,” you mumbled around the shrimp you had just tossed in your mouth. “So…this isn’t a date?”

“No, it is,” Jungkook clarified quickly around a dry chuckle. He seemed…nervous. It put you on edge immediately. “This is definitely a date. And, also, more.”

“More? What, is this a proposal too?” You were joking. A 100% joking. But Jungkook was staring at you so seriously it made you panic. “Jungkook, if you get down on one knee here I swear-”

“I’m not proposing,” he assured you. “This is something more than that.”

“More?” You parroted. Jungkook sighed.

“Do you know what a true mate is?”

Right there, in that quaint little bistro, on a date with quite possibly the most untouchable man you’d ever met, he explained how you were irrevocably his. His true mate, his soulmate.

Jungkook explained everything in great detail, which you appreciated, because honestly, you had no words. He explained how when he was born, the witch who cared for him told his father that his future glared brightly ahead of him, but only when he met his other half. True mates were rare. Mating was common, the wolves in his pack could have multiple mates or a lifelong one, but true mates were destiny. Someone or something out there had forged the two of you together. You were essentially each others other half. He was made for you and you were made for him.

“But…aren’t true mates only for wolves? I thought it’s impossible for a human to be a true mate,” you asked in a shaky voice once Jungkook took a breath.

“It was supposed to be impossible. Until, I met you.” Jungkook stared at you with a sort of reverence that made your entire body blush. “I have no idea how you are. I’ve spent hours researching. I’ve consulted with members of my pack and others. No one knows why.”

“Are you sure, though? I mean…what if you’re wrong?”

“I’m not.” Jungkook shook his head. “I visited the witch right after I met you. She took one look at me and told me that I had finally found my true mate. She said she’d never seen a future so bright before.”

You had no words for that. For the first time in your life, you were speechless. Jungkook seemed to understand. He let you sit in silence as he paid for the bill and walked you out to the car. The drive back to your parents house was the same. You couldn’t speak. The shock rendered you stupid.

By the time Jungkook pulled into the driveway you still hadn’t spoken a word to each other. You stepped out of the car before he could open the door for you. Walking up to the porch steps in a trance, you didn’t hear him follow you until he clasped your wrist in his hand. Turning to face him, you were surprised to see his brown eyes so big. They practically sparkled in the moonlight and he looked so soft and sweet you nearly melted into the wood beneath your feet.

“Please,” he whispered. “Can you…just - are you okay? You’ve been so quiet. I’m worried I’ve scared you off or something.”

With that voice, it was impossible to deny him. So, you said the first thing that popped in your head. “Do we have to make it Facebook official?”

Jungkook stared at you before bursting into laughter. “Really? That’s all you have to say?”

You blushed and glanced down. “I’m just worried, that’s all. I can’t remember my Facebook password so even if you wanted to change it I don’t think it’ll work.”

“So that’s why you never accepted my friend request,” Jungkook teased. Before you could squeak out a response, he wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you forward. You kept your arms crossed across your chest but let yourself fall against him.

“Don��t make fun of me,” you whined as you buried your face into his shoulder. He smelled so good, a mixture of pine and spice. “My brain hasn’t worked since you told me I’m yours, so bear with me.”

Jungkook chuckled and gently swayed you from side to side. “Does that mean you’re okay with this? All of this?”

Sighing, you lifted your head up and stepped away from him. Jungkook was not impressed and pulled you back to him. Your heart swelled in your chest and you wrapped your arms around his neck in consolation. “Honestly? I haven’t really processed anything. You’ve had your whole life to come to terms with this. I just found out thirty minutes ago that I’m someone’s soulmate. It’s a lot to take in.”

Jungkook nodded as he tapped his fingers against your hips. “I know. It’s a lot…I’m a lot. I just want you to know that you don’t have to do this. You don’t have to be with me. I won’t-”

Now it was your turn to burst into laughter. You couldn’t believe those words had left his mouth. It was easily the most absurd thing you’d ever heard. “Jungkook, I want to make something very clear. I have no problem being your true mate. That’s not the issue here. Well, there really isn’t an issue. It’s just…hard to believe, I guess. I have to process that this is my new reality.”

“Really?” Jungkook perked up and looked so fucking cute you couldn’t help but cup his cheeks. His skin was so warm despite the cold autumn air that surrounded you both. “You want to do this? Be with me? Be mine?” All you could do was nod. You were so overwhelmed with emotions. The shock was evident, but a piece of you was so happy. You felt whole.

Jungkook’s face split into a wide smile that caused his nose to scrunch up. He wrapped his arms around your waist and spun you around. Squealing, you slung your legs around his hips and held on. Normally, you’d rather die than show this much affection to someone. But, this was Jungkook. Your soulmate.

“So…what do we do now?” You asked once Jungkook set you down. “Is there, like, a ceremony or something?”

“I have no idea,” he admitted as he stared down at you. He had a hand against your jaw and was rubbing your cheek tenderly. “I really didn’t think I’d get this far.”

You scoffed at his ridiculousness. While recognizing you were Jungkook’s true mate was going to take some time, believing that he thought you’d deny him was utter nonsense. “What if…what if we date, first?” You suggested timidly. “I know that sounds kind of weird considering we’re supposed to be the loves of each others lives. But, I don’t really know you all that well. And, I think this is going to take sometime for me to get used to. Maybe we should date, get to know each other, and just learn how to be with one another.”

“Whatever you want,” Jungkook agreed. “We can do whatever you want. Just as long as I have you, I’m happy.”

Two years passed.

Two blissful, wonderful years. Two years of dating, two years of loving, two years of being Jeon Jungkook’s. It was everything you could’ve asked for and more. You had never felt so loved and cherished in your entire life. He respected you, he took care of you, and most importantly, he was there for you in every sense. Since the moment you met him, you hadn’t been alone. He hadn’t let you. Jungkook knew you better than you knew yourself.

And, it was the same for him. You were there for him when he transitioned into the leader of his pack. You were there when he took over the CEO position from his father and encouraged and supported him every step of the way. You let yourself be loved and in return he let you love him. It was wonderful.

Except, for one tiny thing.

While the emotional aspect of your relationship flourished and bloomed into something beautiful, the physical side remained stagnant. Make out sessions and heavy petting were a norm in your relationship. At first, it didn’t bother you. In fact, you loved that Jungkook was taking things so slow and so seriously. But, eventually, your needs began to grow. You found yourself wanting him in more ways than one, wants that only he could satisfy. Jungkook refused. Every time.

It wasn’t like he refused your every need. No, Jungkook was extremely attentive. When it came to himself, that’s when things got dicy. He had no problem spending hours between your legs, worshipping you until you were crying from the overstimulation. Yet, he wouldn’t let you anywhere near him. Not without lack of trying on your part. The minute your hands went down to his waistband, he pushed you away. Every time you tried to dip your mouth to the obvious bulge in his pants, he lifted you up and kissed you breathless until you forgot your name. It wasn’t until after a year of dating that he finally let you grind on his clothed cock. Even then, he held off until you finished and then walked out with quite possibly the worst case of blue balls. You hated that he did this to himself. The worst part was, you couldn’t understand why.

The one time you had brought it up to him it had resulted in the worst fight the two of you had ever gotten into. It was the only argument that was never really resolved. After the yelling and the tears, all you got out of Jungkook was that mating with a wolf was not pretty. It was extremely dangerous and he refused to put you in that kind of danger. End of discussion. No matter how hard you tried to persuade him or broach the subject, he shut it down. Hard. Eventually, you gave up.

He even spent his ruts away from you. Every three months, he left you for a week. You knew he had a place somewhere up in the mountains and you assumed that’s where he went. You had no idea. There was no point even asking to come along. You loved your boyfriend and didn’t want to purposely give him a heart attack. You hated it when he left. As much as you tried to hide it and convince him that you were just fine, he wasn’t stupid. Being away from him was tough. A piece of you was missing whenever he was gone. And you were only whole again when he returned.

This past week had been one of those weeks. He had left on Sunday for the mountains. He was agitated and clingy, how he normally was pre-rut. Jungkook wouldn’t let you leave his side and you spent most of the weekend on his lap or wrapped in his arms. Not that you minded. When he left your parents house on Sunday night, you’d had to coax him out of the door. Promising him that you’d be okay and that you’d see him next week. It wasn’t until several kisses later did Jungkook finally leave.

While you’d been doing this for two years, it never got easier. More manageable? Sure. But definitely not easier. All you could do was go through the motions. You went to work at the local bakery, came home and helped your mom with dinner, watched TV with your dad before going to bed. Taehyung and Jimin would visit often, threatened by Jungkook to keep you company. While you assured them it wasn’t necessary, you secretly didn’t mind. They made you laugh and made you temporarily forget your boyfriend was miles away from you. Sometimes, if you were lucky, he’d call you to tell you goodnight. But those times were rare. Normally, you didn’t hear from him until Friday or Saturday when he was finally coming out of his rut and returning to the world.

By the time Sunday rolled around, you were a jittery ball of nerves. Not in a bad sense. You were just excited. The anticipation killed you and it took all of your willpower to sit and wait for his text to tell you to come over. Your parents always left you alone on these Sundays, unable to deal with your hyperactiveness and constant fidgeting.

This Sunday was no different. You puttered around your room for the better part of the day. You spent the other part in the kitchen, baking like your life depended on it. Jungkook loved your cookies and you always made sure to come over with at least three batches after his ruts. He always said that was his second favorite part about coming home, after seeing you, of course.

You had just finished packaging the final batch in a glass cookie jar when your phone dinged. You didn’t have to read the message, you knew exactly what it said. Pure joy rushed through your system as you threw on your coat and shouted a hasty goodbye to your parents. Juggling the cookies and car keys, you sprinted to your car. The drive to Jungkook’s was thankfully not long. About ten minutes, as long as you didn’t hit any traffic on the main road. Luck was on your side, though, and you showed up at Jungkook’s house in eight minutes.

Taehyung’s car was in the driveway when you pulled up, which wasn’t odd. Although Jungkook owned the house, the members of his pack were almost always around. While most preferred to travel in their wolf forms, you knew Taehyung and Namjoon preferred cars. Something about being able to listen to their own music without comments from the peanut gallery. You didn’t really understand and didn’t really need to. You had just chalked it up as one of their many quirks.

Carrying the trays of cookies in both hands, you shut your car door with your foot before speed-walking up the stone walkway to Jungkook’s home. The screen door was shut, but the wooden door was swung wide open. You had just reached for the metal handle when you heard it.

A deep, threatening growl ripped through the peaceful quiet and froze you in place. You knew it was Jungkook. While you had only heard it once, you’d never forgotten it. It was when the two of you had attended a party and an alpha from a neighboring pack had cornered you in the hallway. Jungkook had found you cowered against the wall as the other alpha had caged you in. The sound that had left his chest had given you equal parts comfort and fear. Comfort, because he was there and you knew you were safe. Fear, because you could see in the way he bared his teeth and how his muscles vibrated, he had been furious and bloodthirsty.

That’s what you felt now, fear.

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

From your vantage point in front of the screen door, you could see directly into the kitchen. Taehyung was leaning against the granite countertop and Jungkook was seated at the island. The tension was so thick you practically choked on it.

“Enough, Taehyung.”

“No,” Taehyung snapped, seeming just as angry as Jungkook. “I’m not dropping it. Not this time.”

“Yes, you will,” Jungkook snarled. “I’m not having this conversation with you.”

“Too fucking bad.” While Taehyung was also an alpha, he acted so much like a beta you never really noticed. Until now. “I’m not going to sit by and watch you do this to yourself anymore. Not spending your ruts correctly is only causing you more harm than good.”

“I’m doing things the way I want to, and it’s working-”

“The hell it is!” Jungkook growled at the interruption but Taehyung ignored him. “It’s not working, and you know it. Anyone with two fucking eyes knows it. It’s getting so bad that the pack is noticing, too. Even Namjoon has realized something is wrong, and he’s as oblivious as they come.”

“If they have a problem with me they can take it up with me.”

“No, they can’t. Because you won’t listen. Your head is so far up your ass you can’t even hear yourself anymore. What you’re doing right now is not working. Something needs to change.”

“Like what?” Jungkook spat.

“You know what,” Taehyung bit back. Jungkook was practically vibrating from rage. You knew you needed to go get someone, someone from the pack to calm the two of them down. Things were only escalating, but you couldn’t move. Your brain screamed at you to run but your legs were rooted in place. “That’s is what’s so frustrating, Jungkook. This, all of this, could be solved. She’s right there-”

“Don’t.” Jungkook stood up so fast the chair he sat on flew backwards and hit the wall with a resounding crack.

“Why?” Taehyung threw his arms up in the air. “Why not? I don’t get it-”

“Because I don’t want her!” Jungkook yelled, the force of it rang throughout the house. You had no idea who the she was that they were referring to. You assumed it was someone from the pack. It was well-known that wolves with human mates sometimes turned to other she-wolves to help with their ruts. You figured that’s what Jungkook did whenever he went away for a week. It had bothered you at first, but you knew he had his needs and that they were at a biological level. You refused to make him feel guilty or ashamed for taking care of himself.

“You don’t want her?” Taehyung was enraged. You could tell by the way he straightened his spine and unfurled himself to his full height. Jungkook bristled in response and the muscles in his back strained against the thin material of his shirt.

“No, I don’t!” Jungkook exploded. “What don’t you understand about that? I don’t want her around me. I don’t need her, I’m fine on my own. The thought of having her there when…God - it makes me physically ill.”

“She’s your girlfriend. Above all of that, your true mate. You’re seriously going to deny yourself of her, for what? Just because you don’t like having her around?”

Oh.

That’s when it hit you. They weren’t talking about some random she-wolf. They were talking about you. You were the one Jungkook didn’t want. You were the one Jungkook didn’t need. You were the one he didn’t like having around. As the weight of the words sunk into your mind, you felt your chest becoming tighter and tighter.

Then, you’re heart broke right in half. You dropped the container of cookies and didn’t flinch when it shattered against the wooden slats. The sound unstuck your feet from their position on the porch and your fight or flight system took over. Without a second thought, you turned on your heel and ran.

You didn’t know if anyone was behind you, you didn’t turn around to check. Hands fumbled for the car door as you threw yourself into the drivers side. Pain ricocheted throughout your chest cavity and you struggled to breathe. Your brain was blank, the only thing your mind did was move your body to get you somewhere safe. You had to leave and you had to leave now.

Miraculously, your fingers found your keys and inserted them into the ignition on the second try. A flutter of movement occurred to the left of you but your eyes didn’t let you look that way. Instead, they focused on the rearview mirror as you reversed out of the driveway. Your right hand found the gearshift and moved it to drive. Soon, you were tearing down the street as your ears refused to register the agonized howls that echoed behind as you kept staring forward. Adrenaline pumped through your system and your body shivered in response, the splash of hormones had created a blanket of fake calm over you. The emotions, the pain, the thoughts were swirling inside of you, ready to break free and drown you, but your brain wouldn’t allow it.

It wasn’t until you reached the end of your long driveway that you felt the original spike of adrenaline fade away. Your mother was in the front, tending to the flowers, and looked up when she saw your car fly into its usual spot. She stood up and her face twisted into a frown when you got out of your seat.

“Honey, your aura…it’s concerning.” The blanket was yanked away and the pain crashed over you.

You couldn’t say a word, all you could do was collapse in your mother's arms and cry, cry, cry.

It took you two days to calm down. The tears had stopped rolling and your shoulders no longer shook from trying to hold your sobs behind your teeth. Your mother hadn’t left your side, leaving your father to answer the door whenever someone knocked. The only person who did was Taehyung and Jimin. Jungkook never showed up.

Well, that was a lie.

Jungkook did show up every morning and night, without fail. But he never came to your doorstep. Instead, he was in the woods behind your house, patrolling, not daring to leave the protection of the forest. A part of you wondered if he was respecting your obvious need for space or if your mother had paid a witch to set up boundary lines that didn’t allow him to cross. Either way, you were grateful that you couldn’t see him. There was an incessant tugging in your heart to be near him but you staunchly ignored it, which would’ve been impossible if you saw his achingly beautiful face.

I don’t want her. I don’t need her. Having her there makes me physically ill. Those three sentences played in a constant loop in your head, like a horror movie you couldn’t escape from. You were the protagonist who couldn’t escape the maze, but the villain wasn’t kind enough to kill you off. No matter what you did, your brain wouldn’t stop repeating those three sentences. Your mother burned sage, she pressed crystals into your palms, she muttered ritual after ritual, but nothing worked.

You hated how affected you were. You had always told yourself that you would never be the girl who’d get so wrapped up in someone else they didn’t know who they were anymore. Independence was something you prided yourself on, but you seemed to be at a complete loss now. You couldn’t stop the waves of sadness and self-hatred at your depressed state. It was amazing how empty you felt yet so full of pain at the same time. Your mind and heart couldn’t seem to decide which hurt worse; your heart for having your soulmate so obviously reject you, or your brain for trying to make sense of the situation. When did this happen? How did this happen? How had you been so blind as to not see it?

“I don’t think we’re soulmates,” you rasped to your mom on the third morning. It had been the first words you had spoken to her since you had fell into her arms. She looked up from the bundle of herbs she was smoking.

“Why do you say that?”

You stared at your hands that had curled in on themselves. “I don’t make him happy. I-I never realized how uncomfortable I made him. I wish I had known. How did I miss it?”

Your mother tutted gently and gathered you in her arms. She smelled of lavender and wax. “This is good. I’m glad you’re letting yourself have this moment. Let’s sit in this and allow yourself to be embedded here.” But you didn’t want to have this moment. You didn’t want to have any moment and you’ve felt enough to last a lifetime. Instead, you rolled over, let sleep overtake you and tried to ignore the distant howling that rattled your window pane.

By nightfall of the fourth day, you were forced out of bed. Partly by choice, partly by force. Your parents had dipped out to run to the grocery store, despite your mother’s insistence that she could stay. You and your father managed to convince her to leave and you had gotten up to wave them goodbye. Sure, your heart was broken, but the least you could do was kiss them on the cheek before they left. You had turned around to shuffle into the kitchen to try and shovel something down your dry throat when a loud knock sounded at the front door. Hesitating, you carefully peeked through the kitchen window and saw Jimin on your front doorstep, dressed in all black.

Sighing, you stumbled over and pulled the door open. You figured you couldn’t avoid them for much longer. “Hey, Jimin.”

“Christ, you look like shit.”

You huffed out a laugh as Jimin stared at you in horror, not having the energy to be offended. You also knew, in a weird way, that this was Jimin’s way of caring for you. “Yeah. My mother’s covered all the mirrors in the house.”

Jimin nodded as he glanced at you from head to toe. “I want to ask if you’re okay but…” He gestured to your gaunt frame swaddled in a heavy sweatshirt and sweatpants. For the first time in two years, they were your own clothes, not Jungkook’s.

“I’m fine, Jimin,” you heaved a heavy sigh and leaned against the doorframe. “Do you want to come in? I think my mom boiled some tea not too long ago.”

Jimin shook his head. “Can’t. Jungkook would have a fit if I got that close to you right now. I’m already pushing my luck just by showing up.” He doesn’t care, you thought bitterly, and almost said it out loud but you caught yourself at the last second. Jimin wasn’t stupid, though. He knew what you were thinking. “Hey,” he murmured, eyes going soft, “are you ready to talk about it?”

“No.” You shook your head. A wave of sadness washed over you but the telltale prick of tears didn’t come.

Jimin understood. He tucked his hands into his pockets as he rocked back onto his heels. “Are you going to talk to him?”

Letting out a heavy breath, you crossed your arms over your chest. “I know I have to. I just…I just need time.”

“Take however long you need.”

It was another 48-hours before you finally snapped. While you had spent the majority of the two days that had passed to make yourself resemble a human being, you couldn’t focus. You couldn’t move on. Why?

Because Jungkook wouldn’t leave you alone.

His presence was constant. He circled your house every hour of ever day, the large shadow of him in wolf form darkened the trees behind your house. The howling had stopped but the pacing hadn’t. You hoped he was at least sleeping, but then you got annoyed at yourself for caring. You didn’t know why he was out there, it made no sense. Jungkook’s words were so different from his actions it made your head spin.

But, you needed to move on with your life. You had to. The only way it was going to happen was if Jungkook did too. It hurt. God, did it hurt. Yet, as sad and utterly pathetic as it sounded, you were used to the pain at this point, had resigned yourself to it. A part of you worried you wouldn’t know what to do without it.

Shaking off that depressing thought, you tugged on your rain boots and stepped outside for the first time in a week. The air was heavy with the promise of rain, the clouds low and gray. You tugged the hood up on your sweater to prevent your hair from completely frizzing out before you walked to down the back deck steps.

The backyard of your parents house was expansive. The home you had grown up in sat on top of a sloping hill that your mother had turned into her personal greenhouse. You stepped past rows of raised garden beds and pruned plants until you reached the line where the neatly mowed grass met the twisted ferns of the forest floor. As you had suspected, the ground was scorched with the evidence of past rituals. While your mother hadn’t out right admitted, you had figured someone had come and created a boundary line. It was obviously specific to Jungkook since Jimin and Taehyung were still able to visit. While your mother’s methods were extreme, you understood. As difficult as it was to move on with your life with Jungkook sequestered to the forest, you couldn’t imagine what it would’ve been like if he was within a few feet of you.

With a deep inhale, you sat down on the damp grass and waited. After a few minutes, you could hear the faint sounds of paws hitting the wet earth. The galloping got louder and louder until there was a momentary stretch of silence before it changed to footsteps.

When Jungkook emerged from the trees, you weren’t prepared. Although you knew you wouldn’t be, you still weren’t expecting it to hurt this bad. Your chest squeezed painfully at the first look of his broad form. Technically, it had been two weeks since you two had truly seen each other, the longest you’d ever gone. What hurt the most was how badly you longed for him. You wanted nothing more than to run straight into his arms, bury your face into his chest, and forget everything. Just forgive and give your heart what it wanted. But you remained firmly in place.

Jungkook looked as if he had seen a ghost. Which, to be fair, was probably true since you hadn’t seen the sun in seven days. His normally golden skin was pale and even from where you sat you could see the dark circles bruising under his eyes. Clearly, he hadn’t been sleeping. You hated that you noticed. You hated that you cared. He was dressed in all black and his chest strained against the material of his sweater. His hands were balled into tight fists at his side and the sight reminded you of why you were here.

“Hi.” Probably wasn’t the best start but it was the best you could do. Jungkook didn’t respond so you soldiered on. “I-I know you don’t want to be here, so I’ll make this quick. I just…wanted to apologize. I had no idea I made you so uncomfortable. I’m not sure how long you’ve felt this way about me, not that it really matters, but I wish you had told me sooner. Maybe things would’ve been easier for you, who knows.” You released a heavy sigh and tried to shove down the stone in your throat as you forced the next words out of your mouth. “But, all of that doesn’t matter anymore. I think I understand what you need, now. I know you loved me at one point, but I’m obviously not what you need anymore. And…t-that’s okay - I swear it is. All I want is for you to be happy, Jungkook. And I think, in order for that to happen, I need to move on. We both need to move on-”

“Stop it,” Jungkook broke in with a harsh voice that cut your sentence in half. “Stop talking.”

It felt like he had slapped you in the face. A wave of humiliation washed over you and you visibly flinched. Staggering to your feet, you locked your gaze onto your boots in an attempt to hide the tears that dripped down your nose. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, not expecting it to change anything. You began to turn away but Jungkook stopped you in your tracks, again.

“Wait, no - stop. Stop. Please…don’t go,” he pleaded. When you turned around, his eyes were frantic. Jungkook’s hand was raised from his side as if he thought about reaching out to you but something stopped him. His words were at war with one another and you were caught in the middle, at a loss for what he was trying so desperately to convey to you.

“Jungkook, I’m so confused.”

“I know. I’m sorry. God, I’m sorry.” Jungkook tucked his head into his hands before dropping down into a squat. “This is all wrong. This is all so wrong.”

You knew you should walk away. You had said your piece, it was time to move on, just as you had said. Yet, you couldn’t. It was as if your heart was tethered to him and your body couldn’t handle the pain of walking away. “Listen-”

“I don’t know what to do.” He cut you off but the bubbles of anger that had risen from being interrupted popped once you saw how lost he looked. His tattooed fingers threaded through his hair, allowing you to see the pure anguish that twisted his features. “Whenever I feel like this, I come to you. Because you always know what to do. Any situation, no matter what, you can handle it. It’s something I’ve always admired about you.”

The way he spoke to you now, so reverently and so full of awe, made your head spin. Nothing made sense. It was such a blatant contrast to the brutality that he had spat out a week ago. As much as you wanted to believe what he said now, those stupid words could not get out of your head. It was a constant reminder that never shut up.

“I don’t know what to do either,” you admitted in a quiet voice.

“Tell me,” Jungkook begged, as if he couldn’t and refused to comprehend what you had just told him. “Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. Whatever you want from me, I’ll give you.”

You were shaking your head before he could finish. “There’s nothing you can do, Jungkook. Nothing.”

“Don’t say that.” He stared at you, horrified. “Don’t say that to me. Please, there has to be something.”

“What could there be?” You cried. Tears streamed down your cheeks now. “You said it yourself, being near me makes you sick. Why would I stay? Why would you want me to? I refuse to make you uncomfortable anymore - so that’s that.”

“It isn’t,” Jungkook argued back. “It can’t be. I-I can’t lose you, I can’t. I need to make this right, please just let me. Please.”

But, you were tired. You were so fucking tired. You were exhausted of the emotional rollercoaster that you were on that you just wanted to crawl away and hide. All the fight seeped out of you as your shoulders slumped forward. Jungkook saw this and the blood drained from his face. You were giving up, he could see it, and it scared the shit out of him.

“Jungkook, I need to go, okay? I-I can’t do this.”

“No!” Jungkook shouted and shot up to his feet. The pure panic that choked his voice brought on a fresh set of tears that you struggled to hold back. “Just let me explain, okay? I swear to God, after you hear what I have to say, if you still want me to, I’ll let you go. I won’t fight you on it. But, please let me tell you the truth. Give me a chance to make this right. You deserve that.”

You hesitated for a moment. Deep down, you knew you should let him talk. Not because you necessarily thought he deserved to, but because he was right. You did deserve the truth, no matter how much it broke your heart. With a heavy sigh and a quick swipe of your cheeks, you nodded. Once Jungkook was sure you weren’t going to leave, he began pacing. Looking every bit like the wild animal you knew him to be but never got to see.

“Mating with a werewolf is…brutal. It’s intense, it’s painful and it isn’t pretty. It’s essentially a breeding session where I use you as a vessel to fulfill my innate biological needs. It’s not romantic, it’s not gentle. Even for she-wolves it can be too much. The thought of subjecting you to something like that - that type of pain…I couldn’t fathom it. I don’t think you understand just how precious you are to me. The image of you being battered and bruised because of me, something I did…it tormented me, day and night.” He paused for a moment, the pained look in his eyes made you shiver. You hated that he had gone through all of this turmoil on his own, and you especially hated how you never made more of an effort to try and relieve him of it.

“I couldn’t do it. That’s partially the reason I waited so long to tell you that you were my true mate. I knew ruts were something I would never expose you to even though it’s such a huge part of my life, a wolf’s life.” Jungkook looked you straight in the eye, the intensity of his dark gaze took your breath away. “I know the practices other wolves partake in when their own heats or ruts arrive. I know you know them too. But, I need you to understand something. The moment you allowed me to be yours and vice versa, I haven’t had anyone else since. I swear on my life, I’ve spent every single one of my ruts alone. I wouldn’t and I won’t do that to you.”

“Isn’t that painful, though?” Your voice cracked but neither one of you acknowledged it. While your knowledge on ruts were expansive, having done plenty of research since being with Jungkook, you had obviously never experienced one.

“It’s manageable. It’s way more painful for a she-wolf to go through her heat alone than it is for a male.” Jungkook clenched and unclenched his fists as he resumed his pacing. “The worst part is being away from you. I’ve been going through ruts since puberty, I can handle them. But not being able to be with you for a whole week…I hated it. Still do. I dread that three month mark. And as time went on, I became more and more miserable. Being apart from you was almost unbearable but the other option…I never even allowed myself to consider it.

“It came to the point where the pack was noticing. I wasn’t getting the proper pheromonal release from my ruts and it was beginning to affect those around me. Taehyung has been on my ass for months now to get over myself and take you with me during my next rut. Each time I’d give him some excuse, but it was getting harder and harder to justify what I was doing. At first, I was convinced it was because I was protecting you. But you’ve been so understanding and so patient with me and my life, those excuses were becoming useless. Eventually, I think it was because I was protecting myself. I was - am - so scared. I’m terrified that I could hurt you when I’m like that. That I wouldn’t be able to notice or worse, ignored, if something happened to you. Living with that type of fear became debilitating. So, I just kept my mouth shut and kept you away from that part of me.”

Jungkook shook his head and chuckled humorlessly. “Now I know that was the worst possible thing I could do. That I was just hurting you more. What you walked into last Sunday was a culmination of my frustrations that I was refusing to deal with. While it’s not a valid reason, I’m well aware of that, I need you to know that what you heard was not the truth. It couldn’t be further from it. Because the truth is that I’m hopelessly in love with you and the thought of being without you hurts worse than I ever thought was possible.”

It wasn’t the first nor would it be the last time that Jungkook left you speechless. It took you a full minute to process what he had said. Jungkook granted you the silence although he became increasingly more agitated as time passed. His boots scuffed the dead leaves that littered the ground and his pacing led him closer to the ashes that lay before your feet. Then, he’d suddenly stalk off with a growl as he was forced to keep away.

“I-” you cleared your throat around the lump that had found a home there. “I had no idea. This whole time…I thought it was because you didn’t want me.”

“God, no.” Jungkook swore heavily as his muscles bunched and coiled beneath his clothes. “The - the fact that…you - fuck. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. That’s not it, that’s not it at all. You’re my dream girl, you’re the love of my life, and I want you every second of every day.”

Maybe it’s because you were emotionally drained and had no mental strength left. Maybe, you needed to hear those words from Jungkook more than you realized. Whatever the reason was, it wasn’t worth trying to figure out an explanation as you sunk to the ground and burst into tears.

Jungkook lost it across from you. Broken whines stained the air as he carded through his hair anxiously. He kept trying to get to you, to try to soothe you. But the boundary was unfortunately doing its job and each attempt was met with failure. Curses were spat out until eventually, he got as close as the boundary would let him and fell to his knees. He began spewing whatever came to mind first, unsure of what to do. All he knew was that you were crying because of him and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He thought hearing you cry from your bedroom window was torture, but nothing could compare to hearing you break down in front of him. Nothing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m sorry…please, I’m so sorry. I - don’t cry, darling. Please don’t. I’m so sorry I hurt you, I didn’t mean to, I swear.”

It wasn’t tears of heartbreak that leaked from your eyes. Instead, it was tears of relief. While your heart had wholly accepted his words as the truth, the logical part of you reminded yourself that the two of you had way more talking to do. This was far from over, but the relief of knowing that he loved you and he was yours…it was indescribable.

You finally lifted your head up and were shocked to find Jungkook’s cheeks glistening with moisture. Your only thought was to comfort him as you scrambled forward to do just that. Instead of feeling his smooth skin against the palm of your hand, you were blocked by what felt like a wall although nothing stood in your way. Frowning, you realized with a start that the boundary worked both ways. Jungkook let out a frustrated growl as he glared at the ashes that was stopping both of you from getting what you wanted. It was silent for a few moments until an idea popped into your head.

“Wait here,” you announced before jumping up and taking off for the house. Ignoring Jungkook’s distressed cry, you ran inside. You yanked your car keys off from their designated hook and quickly typed out a text to your parents to let them know where you were going before spinning around and sprinting back outside. Jungkook was where you left him, although he stumbled to his feet when he saw you reappear.

“I’m going to your house,” you announced, breathless. “No witch is stupid enough to go that far into werewolf territory. If you want to talk to me there, then follow me.”

Jungkook stared at you for a heartbeat until the words you spoke clicked. “Y-yeah. Yes. Okay. I’ll be there.”

With a curt nod, you ran to your car. For the first time in a week, a faint sprout of hope bloomed in your chest.

It was the longest and shortest ten minutes of your life. The drive to Jungkook’s seemed to last a lifetime but also was over within a blink of an eye. The tears had stopped flowing by the time you pulled your car into his driveway, but you felt the telltale prick in your eyes when you saw him burst from the trees. Your heart ached as his long legs ate up the distance between you two as you wrestled with your seatbelt and threw the car into park. By the time you freed yourself, he was at the hood of your car.

The two of you stared at each other for a few breathless moments. You weren’t sure who moved first, but it didn’t matter as you crashed into each other’s arms. The moment his searing warmth enveloped you, you dissolved into another puddle of sobs. The feeling of his thick arms banded across your back, his torso molded to yours, and his hair tickling your ear, felt so right. Another wave of crippling relief washed over you and you practically melted against Jungkook. But he held you up, just like he always had.

He leaned against the front bumper while his hands were everywhere. Cradling your head into his neck, smoothing over your hips, or running circles over your shoulders. He was crying, you could feel the tears dampening your hair. But you were soaking his shirt so no one was in any position to complain.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t,” Jungkook hissed fiercely as he squeezed you tighter. “Don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault, not in the slightest.”

“Kook,” you sighed and pulled your head back to get a good look at him. “It takes two to tango.”

“Not this time,” he argued. “You’ve put up with so much. You’re everything I could’ve asked for and more. It was my own fears that got in the way and created this mess. And I’m so sorry for that, darling. I’m so fucking sorry.”

You shushed him gently, running your thumbs over his cheeks to swipe at the dried tears. “I know you’re sorry. I believe you.”

Jungkook dipped his head further into your touch with a pleased rumble vibrating through his chest. He kissed your palm gently, sniffing at your wrist. It made you giggle. “Missed that,” Jungkook mumbled as he stared at you with stars in his eyes. “Missed you. Missed you so much.”

A fresh wave of tears cascaded down your cheeks. You were positive that you looked like a mess, hair in a knotted bun, face red and puffy and you kept sniffling every two seconds. But Jungkook looked at you as if you held the world in your hands. “Missed you too,” you murmured in return. “Please, next time, just talk to me. I may not have the answers you’re looking for all the time, but I’ll always be here to listen.”

“I know,” Jungkook whispered. “There won’t be a next time, promise. If I happen to be stupid enough to put us in this position again, I give you full permission to punch me in the face.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You lifted yourself onto your toes to brush your lips against his, dropping back down to your feet when his head chased after yours. “Or maybe I just won’t kiss you for a week.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened comically and he actually looked terrified. “I’d rather you just punched me in the face.” You tilted your head back and laughed. Jungkook tugged you closer and nosed your throat before peppering gentle kisses along the exposed skin. Sighing happily, you tilted your head to allow him better access and rested your cheek on his shoulder.

“I love you,” you said quietly. Jungkook froze for a split second before he sank against you. Squeaking in shock, you scrambled to brace yourself against the sudden weight pressing you towards the house.

“Say it again,” Jungkook pleaded. You couldn’t deny him. Dusting feather light kisses to the shell of his ear, you repeated those three words again, and again, and again. Each time you did, Jungkook held you a little tighter and cried a little harder.

Eventually, you’re murmured promises became softer and softer until the two of you just enjoyed each others presence. “C’mon,” you finally whispered as you started to lift yourself off of him. Jungkook growled and refused to let you move an inch farther. “Kook, come on. Let’s go inside. Your ass must be numb by now.”

“Don’t care,” he grumbled but he at least shuffled forward a bit more so that your combined weight wasn’t squashing his ass against your car.

“You might say that now, but you won’t be saying that later.”

Jungkook grunted at your logic but he at least raised his head and looked at you with the sweetest eyes. “Please tell me you’re staying.”

Giggling, you asked, “do you want me to?”

“Obviously,” he scoffed. “I want you here forever.” Jungkook tilted his head thoughtfully. “Actually, you should just move in with me.”

Christ, this boy was going to give you whiplash. You couldn’t help but laugh. “Jungkook, we just made up. The whole reason we were in this mess is because of poor communication. Don’t you think we should work on that first before anything else?”

“But…we could work on communication all the time if we’re together 24/7.” Despite his pout, you knew he wasn’t totally serious. Although you were sure it was going to come up again.

“Alright, you maniac,” you said fondly. “Take me to bed.” Jungkook’s chest rumbled happily as he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his trim waist.

It wasn’t a long walk to his bedroom, but the exhaustion of the past week caught up to you and the gentle rocking of his steps lulled you into a serene state. Not quite asleep, but not quite awake either. You were aware when Jungkook placed you on his bed, practically engulfed in his scent. The last thing you remember before falling asleep was the words Jungkook pressed into your hair has he slid in behind you.

“Love you forever, my darling girl.”

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