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dylansslutt · 1 year

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on the throne / k.m

i needed someone new for this idea and who better yet than niklaus??

also ty for the love nd support xx

summary: tara bates comes from a long lineage of witches which she yets to learn, but when she becomes involved with klaus and the danger of her own her path becomes more

warnings: literally the originals, mention of death,

giving this one a character and back ground story

tara bates was a witch from a long lineage, and living in new orleans led to the dangers of everything. especially the eye of an original.

keeping everything cool, not practicing my magic as the rules enforced upon us. bartending wasn’t the worst tourist made things interesting...

throwing the dishes into the bar dishwasher pressing start, i look up seeing a beautiful eyed man in front of me.

a smile on my face, “hey, what can i get ya’?” he stares at me a little too hard and i swallow harshly. “oh just a glass of your finest whiskey, love.”

british... hmm. i nod and move the stool so i can reach up to the top shelf, since i am short and all. pouring the glass infront of him, sliding it over towards him.

he smirks softly, eyes catching mine as he grasp the glass. “what’s your name, love?”

my eyes furrow slightly, but neverless my mouth opens. “it’s tara.”

he nods taking a gulp, pulling something out his bag and replacing the spot of where the drink once was with a $100. he sets the glass down beside it empty now, “goodnight love.”

my eyes glance over the $100 then him walking away, pushing myself around the corner of the bar. i grasp his arm before he could take off.

he looks at me almost as if in shock, “you’re drink was like 8 dollars, i owe you cash back?” he shakes his head the same smirk still plaster along his face. “keep the change, as a way of me saying...”

he leans closer, “maybe you can owe me one.” leaning back our eyes connecting mine slightly widen. before i could speak he walks out the bar, i stuff the money in my apron.

the way he asked about my name, the owe you one... he had to know you were a witch. not knowing what to do as you felt yourself internally start to freak you glance back at the bar.

‘hey can you watch over for me, need to step out for a second.” she waves me off, a thank you escaping me. escaping out the back door, i sigh at the fresh air.

“tara bates...” my voice rang and my head darts to the side. “there’s possibly only two people you could be.” i spoke up, tryna hide my fear.

“and those are?” he steps more into light,

“one of marcels new body gaurd, which i haven’t even done any fuckin’ magic by the way! or your the hybrid the rumours have been about.” i spoke out in one breathe, making sure to keep your distance.

“i think you know.”

i push back against the wall eyes widening at the site of a thousand year old vampire in front of me, “and what would a thousand year old hybrid want with me?” eyes connecting once more as a he glowers at me.

“i need a favor. a witch favor.”

my eyes widen, looking around carefully. “no! are you out of your mind, two of my friends have died and other witches for any practice. i sure as hell not gonna die for you!”

he flashes in front of me, a gasp escaping my lips. “you’ll be protected... because you’ll help protect my family.”

scoffing at that, i attempt to walk past him but he catches me in my spot. i glare up at him, “i don’t know you, and with all my own shit i don’t have time for yours... or dying for you.”

the words were real and raw and klaus looks at me with indifference. “elijah is better with the promises than i am, love... but i can tell you this. no one can touch you without going through me.”

moving out of his embrace, stumbling slightly. “why me? and who the hell is elijah?”

“you know why.” an eyeroll leaves me, “i’ve been years out of practice... im not who i was before.” the fact he knew my history left an unsettling feeling over me at the thoughts of those days.

“doesn’t matter, now you can practice.” he acts as if that’s just gonna work.

“if i set one spell up marcels guys are coming straight after me!” i argue back already getting annoyed, him obviously feeling the same since he rolls his eyes.

“marcel isn’t who you should fear...” he goes to come towards me making me instantly freak slinging him back against the wall. my eyes widen in horror as klaus just chuckles.

“n-no no, i-i can’t use mag- i am going to die. oh m-” klaus speeds back in front of me making me jump as he grasp my shoulders making me look at him.

“now you’re in a predicament love...” i glare at him shoving him away. “this is your fault i-i was defending myself.”

my lips quiver as klaus clicks his tongue, “well as i have said... work for me and i can promise no harm to you.”

my eyes water slightly before an exhale left my lips making me gather myself, eyes flickering back to my job. not knowing exactly how marcel knows when magic is used i stare back at klaus.

biting my lip anxiously i finally mutter out my response, “fine.”

a smile breaks out over his face, like he was used to this. “perfect, let’s go.”

days have passed and i’ve been in the mikealson’s home, practicing illegal witch craft; along with finding out a lot more.

like why my witch friends passed away, because klaus has a child with a girl named hayley and has siblings aka elijah. also learned klaus has taken into therapy with camille, who i happen to know.

im told she doesn’t know, and i hope it stays that well. as well as the war between klaus and marcell, and learning about davina.

knowing the story of the sacrifice, i didn’t know davina survived and that hit me. i haven’t seen her in years, and i tried to save her from that but i couldn’t.

tonight was a ball, and somehow i was invited leaving me in my room looking through my clothes in despair. the internal debate won against myself, as i drop down on my knees.

pushing aside some stuff i see the purple box, that was once my mothers. sliding it out and opening it, tears gather in my eyes. “i miss ya’ momma.”

wiping the tears harshly, i stand up and pull the dress out.

now a part of the family more so as a protective witch, i became closer to rebekkah and hayley. i leave my now room at the home, walking out to run into klaus.

“ah, the girl i was looking for.” i roll my eyes, “do i ever get a day off?”

he smirks playfully, “never with this me.”

i pull out my buzzing phone, seeing a familiar number pop up. “actually give me a second.” my eyebrows furrow at the name, walking off slightly i bring the phone up to my ear.

“why are you calling me?” anger rises through me at my brothers call. “well hello to you too, sunshine.”

glancing over to see klaus acting like he wasn’t easedropping, “i recall my last words to you were ‘never talk to me again’ or did i lose my mind?”

he scoffs on the other end, “whatever, sis... you know you can’t keep secrets from me.”

“what do you want?”

“i heard your hanging with the original crew... shame shame shame sister. didn’t you pay attention to the prophecies?” he taunts making my eyes widen.

“you leave me the hell alone, chris or i will-”

“you’ll what? exactly...” i pull the phone away hanging up on him, shakily letting out a breath as i make eye contact with klaus.

“who was that?” he refers to the call making me shake my head, “no one. now what was it you needed?”

he stares at me, almost analyzing me but he surprisingly leaves it. leading me into of the many rooms i have yet to enter. art surrounds me, scattered around everywhere making me stare in awe.

glancing back at him, before stepping more into the room. “i love art, would’ve never guessed ya’ for a fan.” the comment made klaus look at me in a fake hurt.

“they happen to be mine... well most beside a few i’ve gathered over the decades.” my eyes land out on one in the corner, a moon with a shadow figure of a girl... something i have seen. in a dream.

my head turns to him, him analyzing my reaction. “i-i have seen this before.”

he steps forward, “i did too, that’s why i drew it.” i continue glancing back and forth. “i mean i’ve had some crazy dreams but never one of the same as another?”

“that’s why i had some questions, but that’ll wait we have to talk.”

confused on why he would wanna change subjects so quickly, “haven’t we been talking?”

he stares at me intensely, “tara do you know what you are?” i roll my eyes, “yes a witch, where are you going with this?”

he shakes his head softly, “family drama?” i glare at him, “you weren’t supposed to listen in on my conversations klaus!”

he steps closer, “who’s chris?” i stare more so up at him, noticing the pretty color that shines in his eyes,

“my brother.” the confession made me back up, “one that i despise so i really don’t wanna talk about this, okay.”

“if he tries to hurt you, i promise i can kill him like that.” a small smile cracks across my face. “no it’s handled...”

he looks as if he wants to say something but instead he just smiles softly, “so hayley... are you two like?” i hint towards a little information on whether they were a couple of sorts.

he shakes his head, “no, she is the mother of my child.” i just nod at him, before glancing back at the picture. “i see things sometimes, dreams that become reality or dreams of things before...”

glancing back at him watching him listen closely, “i met someone like you before, rare type to come across.”

“not so rare, my mother did so aswell but she got caught practicing magic and was killed.” the confessions of everything that left me, made you stiffen up.

“um i need to go.” i rush out the room not allowing klaus to say another word, the tears slip down my cheeks as i close the door shut. haven’t spoken of that in years the agony of grief overwhelms me, leaving me to crawl into bed to mourn.

“no! mama!” i scream as i was held back, watching my mother get dragged out of the house. marcel on the steps, “it wouldn’t have come to this if only you listened.”

his words echo through me as my sobs began to leave me, pleading to be let go. my moms eyes catch me one last time as the door is shut and im left struggling against a stranger.

“mama!”

i jerk awake, sweat dripping off me as i grasp my chest. breathing heavily i glance over the room before my door swung open and hayley appears at my door.

“are you okay?” she looks at me worried but i nod, “yes- sorry i had a... bad dream.” she nods staring at me.

“do you wanna talk?” my eyes see her tired ones and i bit my lip before nodding. “it-it was my mom... i um watched her get taken from me to be murdered. haven’t had a dream like that in awhile.”

she nods before pulling me into a hug, which felt really nice. “you aren’t alone in this.”

the look in her eyes tells me that we are alike, and maybe we could be friends throughout this. “thank you hayley, im here for you too. well the both of you.” i laugh softly as i touch her stomach softly.

she sighs, “am i a horrible person for bringing my child into thi-this?” i shake my head, “not when they are loved.”

her eyes water at that, “take it from me... it means a lot having parents that love you.”

“thank you tara...” with that she stands up making me grasp her hand, “good night.”

“goodnight.” she responds turning the light off and shutting the door leaving me in the dark to fall back to slumber. not knowing klaus heard it all.

after waking up later than usual, i decide to get up and get ready. after grabbing my bag needing to go by and grab some stuff from my place, i head down stairs.

no one was out and the house was quiet which was unusual. oh well, i open the front door and head out the door. the sun was bright today feeling amazing on your skin.

i was beginning to feel trapped inside that place, so the walking was enjoyable. deciding to take the longer way to stop by my favorite cafe, the thought of my job entered my mind.

holy shit, i’ve lost my job now. what am i gonna do about money?

deciding to discuss that one with klaus later, i hit the street of the cafe. walking in i see matilda at the counter, “hey darlin’!”

i smile brightly, “hey girl, can i get my usual but do a double shot of expresso.” she nods with a smile typing everything in as i hand over a $20. she hands me back the change and i stand off to the side as she makes my stuff.

i’ve come here almost twice a week for over a year, so it was enjoyable to see her face. seems like everything in the past was fading. her calling my name brought me out of my thoughts and i grab my breakfast sandwich and coffee.

leaving the cafe, i take a sip of my coffee a smile erupts my lips. i move the plastic down and take a bite as i continue my way to my apartment.

finishing my sandwich i throw it in the nearby trash as i get close to my apartments. as i round the corner taking a sip of my drink, the coffee went everywhere when hands grab me.

panic fills me as my bag slips off, the person holding me shoves me forward into someone else’s arms. i squeeze my eyes shut and the person who has a hold of me flings off me hitting the wall.

glancing around a few vampires i sigh, this really suck. “tara bates you’ve been charged with doing witchcraft.” one of them spoke up making me glare at them.

“bite me.” i smirk as she charges forward me throwing my hand forward watching her fly back. the other two rush forward making me throw them back, just as the one behind me catches me off gaurd.

teeth sinking into me, the pain unbearable makes me lose focus. i scramble and try to scream but i was going weak and his hand was on my mouth. before i could pass out, he was thrown off of me.

my body hit the ground as hearts did beside me, before someone had me scooped up. their wrist shoved into my mouth makes me cough on the disgusting blood going down my throat.

my eyes focus on klaus who looks down at me in worry, “you okay?”

blood stains my mouth and i only nod, “you kept your word.” i mutter before all the adrenaline leaves me, making my eyes flutter shut.

#klaus mikaelson smut #klaus mikealson x reader #klaus mikaelson #klaus mikaleson imagine #the originals #the originals imagine #tvd fic

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toraochi · 2 years

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valentines day headcannons with the glamrocks! + william afton and henry emily!

warnings: swearing

notes: happy valentines everyone!! this is just a short drabble so bear with me !! i love you all guys for 300 followers !!

Glamrock Freddy - ♡

He is nervous as fuck

This is his first time too, being an animatronic in pizzaplex is kinda hard for him.

He tried to ask Vannessa on what do to in this so called celebration

Vannessa just said "treat them or whatever."

So he did it!

Tons of hugs! This lovely bear is the best hugger you'll ever have. And oh! He even carries you everywhere! Our old fashioned lover boy will treat you anywhere!

This bear will even give you handmade love letter, with a little drawing of him and you holding hands.

You found it oddly cute and adorable, you complimented him and his wires and cheeks erupted a soft hue of red in them

Cuddles while talking! He is a big spoon! He loves cuddling you and hugging you from behind.

"Superstar? Mind if I kiss..you?"

This adorable bear even asked for your permission!! How cute !

You giggled. "Of course sweetheart!"

Expect more cuddles this night

Montgomery Gator -♡

"What the fuck is Valentines."

This aligator don't even bother until you came into the picture.

He immediatelt proceed to Chica and Roxy on what the heck is that.

"Oh those heart and shit? This is easy."

"This is not easy." Monty said, scared to approach you.

He literally trembles if you are ten inch away from him. He is gonna lose himself and bang his head on the wall on how mesmerizing you were.

"I can't do it fatbear, they were an angel you dimwit." He sulked, Freddy patting his back and Roxy laughing at him

"If you wont do it, Ill have them instead." Roxy finished and is going to meet you.

"Try me bitch."

He approached you, his eyes trying not to make contact at your sweet eyes

"Y-You! " he started, knees shaking.

You beamed at him. "Yes? You need something love?" You cooed.

Monty stopped working because of the nickname you gave him just now.

Vanessa called for a maintenace because of Monty.

You tilted you head, wondering what did happened to the gator. Vanessa rolled her eyes at your obliviousness. "He wants to go out with you dumbass."

"Oh." You covered your face, but the red shade is still visible under it.

You asked him after his 30 mins of repair

Oh boy this gator is gonna go cloud nine.

"You better because I'm the good ole Monty baby."

The date was in his Golf course ♡

And you always loose.

Glamrock Chica

She literally sang you a love song with her electric guitar, oh its was so romantic

Tons of kisses and hugs, this chick likes to spoil you with those

"Want to go into the prize corner babygirl?" Oh yes, she will give you her plushie and more merch of her

You baked peppeponi pizzs for her; and she demolish it with one gulp! "This is so good!!!!"

100 percent , you and Chica is gonna have a karaoke night at her room, singing Dancing Queen, Papparazi and Careless whisper.

Chica also likes to play makeup with you, she will make you the most beautiful thing ever

And also, painting you nails!

"I love you so much y/n!!"

"I love you too chic!"

Roxxane Wolf

"Literally? I dont need that type of celebration, I know they love me."

And her she is, dying to talk to you and celebrate the Valentines with you.

Her ego is getting in the way, she really wants to say I love you and give you one of her plushies as a gift.

"Get together Roxxane, You will give it to Y/N as soon as possibl-" She stopped at her tracks.

"What will you give it to me?" You chirped up, looking at the wolf.

"JESUS- Stop sneaking a-around!!" She yelled at you , making you jumped.

"I just..want to see how you were doing.." You soften your voice, with a hint of hurt in it.

'Shit I fucked up.'

You were about to walk away until her clawed hands grab you and pulled you to her.

She took a heavy breath. "O-Okay,look Im so sorry, its just- just take this!" She shoved you her plush with a tint of red in her face.

You giggled. "The Roxxane Wolf is asking me on a date? I'll be glad." You smiled at her, hugging the plush.

She rambles on Chica about it later

"OHMYGOD,OHMYGOD." she repeated and yelled at the pillow like a teen girl.

William Afton

This man is a busy as heck, he literally forgotten about this dear day for him and his dear wife.

Michael barged into the door, making him stumble.

"Mike, how many times did I tell you to knock into the damn doo-"

Michael cutted him off. "What day is it."

"Its Monday."

Michael facepalmed himself. "Dad, Its literally Valentines. Mom is waiting on you at the hous-"

William slamed his hand on the table and yelled. "FUCK." He immediately took his coat, and rushed at the door.

"Tell Henry I'm going to take a half day."

This man rushed into the grocery store, taking all the brands of chocolates in panic. He dont want you to be sad at this so called day.

When he reached the house, he barged, starling you while you sew Evan's shirt.

"Dear, why so early?" You asked, putting down the cloth and rushing on him while taking his coat.

"Im so sorry love, I brought you chocolates-" He give you the 30+ brands of chocolates and some of them had fallen into the floor.

He tried to picked the fallen ones but you reached it first.

"Dear, you didn't have to do that." You helped him settled the chocolates in the kitchen table.

"As long as I'm with you, I'm okay Will." You smiled at him.

He hugged you, his head rest into the crook of your neck. "Oh , I'm lucky to have a wife like you."

You giggled, hugging him back.

"Say, why don't we head into the bedroom. Hmm?" He cooed, his crooked teeth showing

"William !" You slapped him playfully.

extra:

evan: hey lizzy, look they're some chocolates on the table..

elizabeth: i see it, i like it, i want it, i got it.

Henry Emily

Oh this man is the most romantic ever, Flowers and Chocolate is always left at the table whenever you wake up.

Your twins, Sammy and Charlie is helping their papa to set up some love notes all over.

"Be quick, before mama hear us!" Sammy whispered yelled at his twin. "

"Be quite too!" Charlie sushed.

Little did they know you were eavedropping. It makes your heartmelt that your little ones are making an effort for you.

Henry got home, and he immediately walk up to you. "You look so stunning honey." He complimented you, kissing your forehead.

"And so are you, darling." You leaned at him

He stand up, playing an audio through the dvd player. "Let's dance."

The dance was smooth and short, you and him are giggling like you guys did back in high school.

and you guys shared a sweet kiss.

extra:

charile and sammy: eww yuck.

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sir-elyan · 3 years

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Are You Happy? (Save Them Some Pie)

HAPPY 42ND BIRTHDAY, DEAN!! this is my gift to him for being my comfort person that i would hug on sight if given the chance 💗 love you dude, may you indulge in copious amounts of pie. ~ 1.5k words.

also dedicated to marlo ( @heller-jensen ), jace ( @thiscastielhasflown ) and dee ( @castee-yel ) thanks for bein real ones <3

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The day had already started out weird enough.

Dean had woken up drenched in sweat, mind racing with the last lingering thoughts of a nightmare. A vamp nest that he and Sam had been hunting, Dean dying in the most ludicrous way possible, and driving Baby down a long road for an indiscriminate amount of time in a supposed heaven that his father (his father) also co-habited. Needless to say, the dream had come out of nowhere, but it was easy enough to forget once the smell of bacon made its way into his room.

Breakfast was hardy and quick, with enough coffee to fuel him for the rest of the day as he skimmed the internet for a possible case. He had the itch, but apparently, looking around at the three sleepy faces around him at the table, no one else did.

He packed up anyway, preparing for what would likely be an easy salt-n-burn; he’d be gone for only a few hours, tops. On his way out, Cas stops him before he can scale the stairs, arm gripping his shoulder tightly. There’s a memory, briefly—the same hand, the same shoulder. Blood.

Dean looks down at it. Back at Cas.

“…Yeah?”

After a moment, Cas lets go. He steps back half an inch as if he had forgotten himself. “Just…be careful.”

Dean nods, moving to leave again, taking the awkwardness as both a Cas thing and a morning thing and content to leave it at that.

“And,” Cas says. Dean turns back.

“Come home.”

Dean picks up the phone.

“Hello?”

“Dean, hey! It’s, uh. It’s me. Krissy?”

Dean feels himself begin to smile, mindful of the road ahead of him. He balances his phone on his thigh while he drives.

“Hey, kid! Long time no call. How are you? Everything okay?”

The case had been as easy as Dean had suspected, but he had that familiar muscle ache and heaviness to his eyes that solo cases usually gave him.

Besides that, he was getting a little confused about all of the calls he’d been getting today. Before Krissy, it had been Garth, and before that, Claire and Jody and…

“Uh, yeah, dude, everything’s good. Um. How are you? How’s Sam and that angel of yours?”

Dean swallows to keep from choking, or potentially crashing the car.

“They’re good. Yeah…good.” Alive, he wants to say, back from the dead, probably in the DeanCave watching Scooby Doo without him. “Sorry, Krissy, ah,” he steps off the break to make a left, “I’m actually on my way home right now. Was there something I could help you with?”

There’s a pause, and Dean chances a glance at his phone to see if the call had dropped off. It hadn’t.

“Krissy?”

“I,” she huffs in what sounds like a laugh, “Nothing, Dean. You get home safe, okay?”

“Sure thing.”

“And hey,” Krissy says, before he can say his goodbyes, “Uh, make sure you save some pie for everybody else.”

Dean’s eyebrows furrow a bit, but he laughs. “I will. Take care of yourself.”

“Bye, Dean.”

“Ba-bye.”

Dean’s still mulling over the pie comment when he nearly falls down the stairs, squinting into the darkness of the Bunker.

“What the hell?” he asks, voice hoarse around the high note. “Guys?”

When there’s no immediate answer, Dean’s instincts kick in. He pulls out his gun and gently drops his bag, waiting a moment for his eyes to adjust so he can try for the stairs.

Before he can, though, the lights kick back on. His gaze locks onto the scene below, and Dean slowly lowers his gun.

“Happy birthday!” Jack says, the sound of a party horn whining shortly after. Beside him, Cas pulls the string of a party popper, and he jerks as bits of confetti fall around him and into his hair.

Skeptically, Dean starts descending down the stairs.

“You…this…” he manages.

“It’s your birthday, dumbass,” Sam says, swooping forward to slap a party hat on Dean’s head as soon as he’s made the landing. He smiles.

“Oh…kay.” Around them, the Bunker looks pretty normal. The only difference is the array of pies on one of the library tables, next to what looks like home made rice krispie treats, and a couple of birthday-themed plates and napkins. That, and the confetti from Cas’ party popper that litters the floor. “Are you sure?”

Cas frowns at Sam. “Sam was certain. I can’t imagine he’d get the day wrong, but he has had quite severe brain trauma over the years. Perhaps…” Cas reaches out to Sam’s head, probably intent on searching his brain for said trauma, or for the date of Dean’s actual birthday. Sam swats his hand away.

“Hey, no. My trauma is fine. Dean,” Sam redirects his attention to him, “It’s today. Did you really forget?”

Dean shrugs, trying to piece the day together from the beginning. Shitty dream, good breakfast, the three of them weirdly insisting on staying at the Bunker…the calls. Save some pie for everybody else.

He laughs. “So that’s what she meant.”

“That’s what who meant?” Jack asks. He’s wearing a party hat, too, with ridiculous stripes of blue and pink and purple patterned onto it. It matches the one currently strapped to Dean’s own. He shakes his head.

“You’re telling me all of you knew? This whole time? And…and…” He looks around again, pointing vaguely at the table and the confetti. “You put this all together for me?”

Sam shoves his arm playfully. “Course we did. Now quit pouting and come eat some pie.”

Sam is fast asleep, sprawled out on the couch hours later with one of his hands brushing the floor. Dean thinks he spots drool on the pillow underneath him.

Cas has been quiet next to Dean, at least since Jack had disappeared into the kitchen an hour ago and hadn’t come back, thoughtfully tracing the lip of his beer bottle with his finger.

“Something on your mind?” Dean asks, because he wants to know.

Cas continues unbothered. Scooby Doo reruns play in the background. Dean almost repeats the question, but Cas eventually lifts his gaze to stare at him.

“Are you happy?”

Dean presses his mouth shut. Licks his lips. He takes just as long to answer.

“You know what,” he smiles. “I think I am.”

Cas smiles back at him, soft and genuine. The skin around his eyes crinkling tells more than the gentle upturn of his mouth.

Dean swallows, nervously putting his beer down and turning it a few times until his fingers are wet with the condensation.

“What, uh. What about you?” He swallows again. “You happy?”

What he really wants to ask, though, is if they were good. If, after recent events, they were still the same. If Cas was still fine with “just being.”

He’s quiet again. Dean thinks he deserves that, and tries to pay attention to the TV, but the voice in his head is too loud. Cas has to tap his knee to get his attention again.

“Hm?”

“I was saying,” he moves his hand back, “that I’m sorry I didn’t get you a gift.”

Dean stares at him. “What are you talking about?”

Cas looks confused, like he’s about to repeat what he just said. Dean stops him short with a wave of his hand.

“Dude, you just got back from the dead, alright? That’s—that’s gift enough to last me a lifetime. Don’t worry about a gift.”

Cas frowns, and Dean rolls his eyes. It’s another few moments of tense silence, until Dean breaks it, his heart pounding in his chest.

“But, uh,” he says, “I might have a gift for you.”

“Dean, we don’t share a birthday. It’s not customary to gift me something, especially when I haven’t given you—“

“Cas,” he groans, officially putting his beer aside and facing him. Cas’ features are lit up with the colors of the TV. Dean reaches a hand up to pluck confetti from his hair, a green piece that he’d been eyeing all night. Hesitating, he lets his hand fall to Cas’ face, smoothing over his cheek and jaw. The TV paints his cheekbone purple. Dean brushes his thumb over it. “Just...shut up and let me do this.”

Cas tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed in that way of his, and Dean thinks he looks perfect. When he dips forward and presses their lips together, it’s perfect, perfect, perfect. He’s warm, his face is burning, eyes almost watering when he pulls away.

Dean lets his forehead rest on Cas’, heartbeat still crazy. He closes his eyes. “We can have it, Cas. This. We can have this.”

Cas takes Dean’s face in his hands, lifts it a little to bring them face to face again, so that he’s looking into Dean’s eyes.

“I’d like that, Dean,” he says, and his eyes are wet, too. Happy, Dean thinks.

“Your gift to me?” Dean manages, smile wobbly. He’s teasing, trying to bring down the weight of this without getting rid of all of it. He likes this type of adrenaline rush, different from any hunt he’s been on. Better.

Cas smiles. “I think technically it was you that gifted me, but, yes. My gift to you, if you’ll take it.”

“Gladly,” Dean says.

Cas hums back, brushing his fingers through the hair at the nape of Dean’s neck. “Happy birthday, Dean.” He leaves a kiss on his forehead.

Happy.

Dean thinks, for the first time, as he pulls more confetti from Cas’ hair, that it actually is.

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brendashmenda · 2 years

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happy 69 followers hun!! you deserve it anyway, this isn’t necessary but if you’d like could you please do a armin drabble? no specific type that’s all up to you! love you <33

Ok first of all thank you!! So sweet!

secondly, ofc!! im always down to write for Armin! imma do some fluff and some mild smut, hope that works!!

when armin gets back from scouting missions, all he wants to do is be alone with you. tending to each others injuries, sometimes crying a bit over your lost friends, comforting each other, really just processing the recent venture.

He likes to spend hours cuddled up in either his or your bunk, sometimes showered and clean, sometimes not, but either way tightly curled into one another. your head pressed tightly into his shoulder, his arms tucked securely around you, legs intertwined. as you cuddle he talks in a low voice, intently mulling over the findings or unusual occurrences taking place outside the walls. Sometimes it’s a little unsettling, what he talks about, but the smooth confidence of his voice, steady and strong now that hes alone with you makes you feel safe. he‘ll talk on and on, until you fall asleep and are breathing softly in his arms.

things usually stay quite peaceful and wholesome the first night you get back, just relaxing as you recuperate with one another. but chances are that when you wake up in the morning, hips pressing right up against armins, you’ll be dying to relive some of that tension that you’ve had for days. when he’s on the job, he doesn’t show it, but you just know he’s aching to touch you as well, and after you’ve had a full nights rest and a moment to rejuvenate after the mission, hes all over you, innocent cuddles turned to heated kissing, his softly ruffled hair from sleep strewn over his face, getting into yours as his lips graze all over your lips and chin, leaving not a centimeter of skin untouched.

he shamelessly grinds into your body, gasping as he feels himself inside of you. you’ve both been so busy as of late he’d almost forgotten how fucking good it feels. how it’s like your body is almost molded perfect just for him, melting into his needy touch. if he wasn’t so dedicated to discovering the outside world, there’s really no other place he’d rafter spend his days than in your arms, letting you tug down on his shoulders, guiding him exactly where you want, your face warm and sweaty in the still dark room.

neither of you say much, having said what was important the night before, but there are a few audible ‘i love yous’ fallen from your lips. and you hear him say something softly in German as he releases inside you, painting your insides sticky and warm, his hands clutching at you, gripping tightly, and it just feels so so good to have him there, right there inside of you, as intimately as possible.

#armin arlet x y/n #armin arlert drabble #armin x you #armin arlert smut #armin arlert fluff #aot smut #aot fluff #snk smut #snk fluff #armin arlert

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gamerwoo · 3 years

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[Tales from the Pack] Joshua: Second Chance (Part One)

Characters: Joshua x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, possible character death, a little bit of fluff but it’s like angsty fluff

Word count: 1,837

Summary: After his mate died, Joshua always blamed himself and never wanted to imprint again. However, fate has other ideas when he meets you: a young, energetic werecoyote that’s quite the opposite of him. He insists he doesn’t want a new mate – nobody’s even sure if he’s ready for a new one – but he can’t ignore his instincts.

Next | Second Chance Masterlist

a/n: things in bold are in english. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY!!!! hi i know everyone has been awaiting this series from tftp in particular. and while i wish i could say im updating this regularly,,,,,i cannot. there’s no definite update schedule, im just doing it when i can. i wanted to wait until i had all the parts written but im impatient. but i hope you’ll enjoy this series even with the slow updates, and i hope it lives up to expectations 💜

“Where’re we going?” Joshua grumbled as he followed slightly behind Hansol and Kyung, the younger boy’s hand wrapped around hers.

Joshua was going with them to the doctor without actually knowing. Kyung knew better than to tell him before they left because she figured the grumpy werewolf would just tell her no, not really caring whether he was unable to heal or not -- even though that was very clearly a bad sign that he had overexerted himself.

Kyung thought maybe Joshua would be a little less...angry all the time once she got to know him, but Joshua was stubborn well before he’d even met her -- he was just bad at shoving his stubbornness and anger down.

“I promised I’d get my back fixed if Kyung decided to stay, and you said you’d go if I went, didn’t you?” Hansol reminded his brother with a smirk over his shoulder. “We’re gonna go see that doctor we were told about. What was her name again?”

“Minjee,” Kyung replied. “Not to sound rude but...Josh, why don’t you want to see a doctor?”

“I don’t really care if I can heal or not either way,” he replied flatly, “but I said I’d get help if Hansol did. So...here we are.”

“Here we are...” she repeated in a mumble.

Joshua simply followed the mated couple in silence as the alpha led them to Minjee’s, being the first to knock on the door. It was a girl -- as expected -- that opened the door, bowing politely to the group before smiling brightly at the darker skinned girl in front of them.

“Kyung!” she exclaimed as she gestured the three of them in. “I haven’t seen you in so long -- I suppose that’s a good thing, though. How’ve you been? Your pack hasn’t mentioned you.”

“I’m not actually in that pack anymore,” Kyung told her with a shrug, her ‘cool’ exterior coming back in the presence of an old friend. “I’m an alpha of my mate’s pack now.”

Minjee seemed impressed, eyebrows raising with a smile, “Wow, look at you. How’d the sudden change happen? Jiung must be proud.”

“He’s actually...passed away.”

The doctor’s face fell, placing a comforting hand on your upper arm, “I’m sorry for the loss of your brother.”

Kyung nodded, “I’ve been grieving, but it’s been easier with my mate. Minjee, this is Hansol, and his brother -- er, our brother, I guess -- Joshua.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Hansol said as he nodded to her. “Our brother, Soonyoung came in before with a human girl to talk about fixing us -- I’ve got silver burned into my back, and Joshua’s the healer that can’t heal anymore.”

“Ah, yes, the healer!” Minjee’s eyes lit up as she nodded excitedly. She looked to Joshua now. “Your power still hasn’t come back?”

“No,” he replied. “I thought just resting would help but...nothing.”

“I see,” she hummed, eyeing him over before looking back at Kyung like she was their mother that took them to the doctor’s office. “I’ll do a quick look over and then see what I can do. It’s almost time for me to close up, and I have to go out of town for a few days. I won’t be able to do anything until about a week from now, but they’ll be fine until then if they’ve been fine this long.”

“That’s okay,” Hansol shrugged as Joshua replied, “No worries.”

“Alright,” Minjee breathed with a warm smile, grabbing some gloves from nearby, “then let’s get started and see what’s going on.”

Even though you were never careful, you wanted to blame this on shitty luck. You were too carefree and excitable, so you ran and ran and didn’t see the trap. So with you trapped under a net with little prickles that you were sure were laced with wolfsbane from how fucking awful you felt -- that was an understatement -- all you could do was wait for hunters to come find you before death took you itself. Honestly, you hoped the latter would come first.

You faintly heard footsteps coming toward you as your vision went out of focus, your eyelids becoming too heavy to keep up. You sensed a presence beside you, the body crouching down to get a better look at you.

“What do we have here?” a female-sounding voice asked, but it sounded far away and muffled to you. “Is this another werewolf?”

“I can’t tell,” another female voice replied in a sigh. “Sura, do you have any ideas?”

“Doesn’t smell like werewolf to me,” a male voice said. “It definitely is some kind of were-creature, though. This thing wreaks of wolfsbane and it’s clearly affecting her. I’d say...coyote, maybe?”

One of the women sucked in a breath between their teeth before saying, “Prajya, help me get this net off of her -- it’ll be heavy but I’m afraid to let Sura touch it.”

Slowly, you felt the weight of the net being lifted off of you. You could also feel every little barb stuck in you being pulled out, and you whimpered softly from the stinging pain that covered your body.

“Minjee, will she make it?” the second girl asked as you were lifted into warm arms.

“No,” the male replied, “probably not.”

“The house isn’t far from here,” the first girl insisted. “We just have to hurry.”

But you were out cold before they even took the first step.

Josh and Hansol weren’t really sure why so many people wanted to go with them into town that night for them to finally get fixed. Suvi was understandable since she just enjoyed going into town, and Soomin made sense since she was basically their resident know-it-all when it came to werewolves. However, Wonwoo wanting to tag along was weird because Wonwoo didn’t like leaving the house, much less going into town. They figured maybe it was because he wanted to make sure Soomin would be alright, but she was already going to be with two werewolves and a girl who had gone into town plenty of times. She was in good hands, but whatever made Wonwoo happy.

“Are you nervous?” Suvi wondered, looking up between Hansol and Joshua as she walked.

“I don’t know how they’re going to fix my back, so that’s a little concerning,” Hansol decided, “but I’m more excited.”

Joshua just shrugged, “Eh, not really.”

“Try not to be so excited, huh,” Wonwoo commented.

Joshua did like his power. He liked that he was able to help people with it. However, it didn’t benefit him -- as in, it didn’t make his own personal healing any better than anybody else’s in the pack -- and it wouldn’t be needed if his pack wasn’t so stupid and got themselves hurt. It wasn’t fun like Seokmin’s or Chan’s or Kyung’s, and it wasn’t interesting like Jihoon’s or Soonyoung’s or Hansol’s or Minghao’s. It was boring -- kind of like Wonwoo’s or Seungcheol’s.

Suvi was the first up to the door, knocking before she took a step back to wait. The door was answered by Minjee -- as always -- who greeted them with an almost pained smile.

“Hello,” she greeted them. “Before you come in, I’d like to apologize. My partners and I have just gotten home, and one of our patients... Well, she won’t make it.”

Now that she’d mentioned it, the wolves could just barely hear the faint, slowing heartbeat from inside the house. But they could also smell that it wasn’t the typical werewolf. It was something they’d never smelled before, but it still wasn’t completely human.

Joshua also picked up on a scent that was very familiar but also so very different from anything he’d smelled before.

“We’re just trying to ease her pain until she passes,” Minjee continued, letting the small group into the house. She turned to look at somebody else who was helping with the aforementioned girl. “Sura, could you put a curtain up around her? Prajya, I’ll need you to help me with--”

Minjee stopped when she noticed Joshua stop in the doorway, his body going rigid. His golden eyes were spotting red and locked on you, hands balled into fists.

You were dying; his mate was dying. Again.

“Josh...?” Wonwoo spoke up, placing a hand on the older boy’s shoulder.

Joshua’s thoughts and opinions on re-imprinting were out the window when it registered that the girl quickly losing her life was his mate. The only thing he could focus on was you and saving you -- but he only knew one way how.

“She’s not dying,” he stated, walking straight through the small crowd and over to you where your pulse was just a moment away from completely dying out.

“What?” Minjee asked, watching him as he approached you with a set jaw and narrowed eyes.

“I’m not going to let her die,” he said louder, letting his hands hover above your body.

Joshua was too focused on trying to somehow get his powers to come back to him that he wasn’t paying any attention to Hansol and Wonwoo’s conversation over their surprise of their brother imprinting for a second time. Truthfully, nobody thought anybody would come after Lilly since Josh was so against it. But then again, imprinting wasn’t something any werewolf could control.

Joshua mumbled to himself as he tried to will his power back. He was concentrating so hard but nothing was happening. No faint glow from his palms, no color coming back to your face, and your heartbeat was still rapidly decreasing by the second. It wouldn’t be long until it was gone all together, and then there would be nothing he could do.

“C’mon...c’mon...” he grumbled, closing his eyes as his eyebrows creased together in concentration.

“Your powers won’t suddenly work,” Minjee spoke up, watching from where she stood by his pack, wanting to give the werewolf space -- especially since she was preparing for him to be grieving for the mate he’d lose before actually having her.

“They have to!” he snapped.

He refused to lose you. If he lost two mates -- even if he didn’t properly meet or know you -- he was sure he wouldn’t be able to take it.

With his last bit of energy he had in his body, his palms faintly glowed to life, spreading a tingling warmth across your body. His healing power was starting to cleanse the wolfsbane from your system, and your heartbeat was starting to become stronger and more stable. Hearing your heartbeat louder in his ears made Josh want to cry. But he didn’t have the energy for it.

As you let out a cough and a girl with brown skin rushed over to sit you up so you could empty your system, Joshua collapsed onto the floor, knowing you were alive and would hopefully stay alive. He put his everything into saving you, and he didn’t know if that would kill him, but he knew it was worth it.

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suspiciouslybluemilktea · 2 years

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im not sure if you wrote this already-

but we always talk about wanting to sit on sarrans lap

but what if he wants to be on OUR lap

This is a topic I love. Now, the Saeran here wasn’t specified: so I’m going with our favorite smug bastard Unknown, the king of lap sitting talk.

I highly doubt Unknown wants to relax in our lap. Maybe he’s thought about it once, it’s a possibility, like an intrusive thought as he grows closer to you. But, he thrives on being the one in control of every situation at hand, being the one holding your leash and tugging on your collar. To sit in your lap is simply preposterous because it leaves him in the smaller position, vulnerable like you are when in his hold.

As goes most soft and tender situations with Unknown, him being heavily under the influence of elixir might allow things to go differently. It might not be like how he sits with you in a rolly chair, but instead on a flatter surface like the bed or floor.

Allow him to scotch his way up to sit on your thighs facing you, face buried in the crook of your neck. The way you hold him so close like this makes the room stop spinning so fast.

If you’re also SE’s Mc, considering you went from assistant to spending years with him outside mint eye as well, then you can get something more fluffy. If the two of you are completely alone and he is having a good day, tease him a little and let him know you want to turn those old tables lovingly.

As he gives into the idea, you probably on the chair by his desk in the bunker, ask him if he now understands why you used to like curling up like this so much.

If you ever try to get Unknown to sit with you without the “help” of Rika’s special martinis, you’ll get one of two reactions. 1. You get bit by the hand that feeds you (haha), 2. ?? Maybe he’ll go for it because he’s all about testing your crazy limits.

If he chooses option 2, it won’t last very long and he’ll make it very uncomfortable for you with his ragging, but you did it. You got his cute boney butt in your lap.

If you are alright with dying: I dare you to pretend to be him in this position. “Haha, I’m big bad Mr. Unknown with my assistant in my lap. Watch me type.” *pretends to bang on his keys but doesn’t actually because imagine the shit storm that would come with messing up his work*.

#saeran x mc #saeran choi #unknown saeran #unknown mystic messenger

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plush-rabbit · 3 years

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Coping with Homelessness

Request: So I'm homeless now aaaaaand to cope, can I get request Shigaraki, Dabi, and Mr Compress finding out their boyfriend is homeless?

A/N: Please take care of yourself! Im sure there are places you can go and people you can ask for help! Agencies, family, friends, just take care of yourself and one step at a time! (this is written before they met the league (dabi and compress) and shig’s is written after the kamino since thats when they lost their main base/house

Dabi:

A big part of his life was shaped from how he survived for so long. Dabi has faced homelessness and he knows about all the little things that could prove to be helpful. Being homeless isn’t easy- especially in a country where it’s looked down upon and isn’t like in other countries. There is no begging for money, there is no sleeping under a highway or behind a building; it’s sleeping by the river, staying hidden and trying to not inconvenience the working class. He faced homelessness when he had absolutely nothing and no one on his side, and because he cares for you, he’ll help you out.

There’s a big shift that comes from having a home and knowing that you’ll have a roof over your head, to nothing, to the fear of not knowing where you’ll sleep, the shame that fills one in having to know that wealth can be so easily taken away. He understands coming from wealth and having it burn at your fingertips. He understands your first few days of panic and dread and will be by your side a large majority of the time, not wanting you to be alone if this is your first time. He’s done this all before and he’ll help you out. He’ll find places for the both of you to crash where you can sleep without the worry of school children throwing rocks or the elements from the outdoors. Finding a place first, is the most important step in his eyes.

Due to quirks and the arise of people using them for bad, it’s common to find a few places that don’t discriminate based on who you are. Of course, it can only go so far, so when you bring in a man who has a body count, he has to stay behind or hide his appearance the best he can. He knows quite a few places where the food is edible, and the people are nice. You can’t be picky when you don’t have a home and it might take a bit of getting used to, but it’s manageable for the most part.

You’re his partner, he’s going to keep you around and take care of you. It hinders his ideals a bit to make sure that you’re safe, but he doesn’t mind. You both stick together and that’s what matters. Joining the League is a new home and with the promise of knowing that you all protect each other and handle difficulties together, it’s easier to handle the weight and shift of becoming homeless. He doesn’t want you to go through it alone, not like when he had to at such a young age. Plus, you’re young, and you know more than he did when he first left his home, you’ll have an easy time getting back on your feet. He’ll support you from the sidelines and make sure that you have everything that you need- or at least most of it.

It isn’t easy, and it’s all so new to you, but Dabi is there. He can act like he’s indifferent to the entire situation, but he cares. Your needs will always be met before his. He’ll let you sleep for a long time, not wanting for you to wake up and protect your stuff from going missing. He’ll let you take the bigger portion of a meal, and get in line before him when you go to gather supplies from social workers. He can go a day without eating if it means that you get to eat most things. There’s a bright side to a lot of things, and being with him, is a bright side of its own. He’s ruthless and has a flame quirk that will keep you both warm and provide light. There’s hardly any attack from the others that you do run across, but just in case, he’s there.

Sako Atsuhiro:

There’s always a plus side to keeping your identity hidden from the public for so long, and one of those is that you’re harder to find. The world can know his name, but his face remains a mystery and because of that, it’s easy to find places to keep the both of you safe. He’s been homeless before, had his few run-ins where he kept having to move. He knows what to do, and where it's safest to go. Atsuhiro knows that it isn’t easy and that it can be scary, but you aren’t alone in the affair, you have him and he just happens to be a showman whose quirk is helpful in gathering items that you need. There may be a whole security system to prevent people from stealing, but he isn’t like the others. If you ever need something, he’ll go into any store and leave with marbles in his pockets. You won’t go without anything when you’re with him.

He’s been homeless before and certainly knows what it's like, but once more, his quirk proves to be useful. It’s easy for him to blend in and hide you with him. He can sneak somewhere without being caught and will gladly bring you along with him. People don’t know his face, and as far as he’s concerned, you haven’t committed any type of crime, so it’s easy for the both of you to still go out and receive supplies from people who work at shelters or even spend a night there.

It’s no surprise that people can be cruel, and in the community of those that are homeless, there are a few bad seeds, but most people are trying to survive and be kind. It’s the citizens that believe they are better than others that you have to watch for. He’ll do his best to protect you and oftentimes, it means having to marble you away to avoid you getting mugged or at least protecting your things.

When the weather gets colder, he’ll offer to marble you for a bit so you aren’t exposed to the cold. Worry will consume him when you’re tucked away in his pocket, your marble pinched between his index and thumb as he stays up. He’s careful with you, so delicate as to not accidentally break you or release you from your glass entrapment. When you’re in there, it’s harder to protect you, but at least you aren’t in any danger from the outside and he already protects you when you’re so big, so this is nothing. He doesn’t want you to be out here, to worry and panic when you don’t know when your next meal will be, he’s got you right here, in his fingertips.

If you rather not be trapped inside of a marble, he only shrugs. He has a smug grin on his face and he acts hurt, but he understands. However, it’s still cold and you need to be protected before him. He’ll pull you close and wrap his coat around your shoulders and give you his gloves. The cold affects Atsuhiro a bit worse given his injury, but he won’t say anything about it; his main goal is to protect you. He’ll hold your hands in his and breathe war air against your palms as you try to fall asleep. It’s difficult, but you’re with him and he’s going to protect you for as long as he can. He doesn’t want this life for you, and he’ll always encourage you to take any opportunity that falls on your lap. He can be damned, but you deserve to have a home and a life.

Shigaraki Tomura:

Surprisingly, it’s Tomura that knows very little about being homeless. There was a point where as a child he wandered the streets, but that is such a distant memory that he can barely recall it. It’s only after the Kamino Incident, that he experiences being homeless. It’s new to him, and he doesn’t know what to do, but he’s a fighter, and he’s survived it. He had the League with him, and you not only have him, but you also have the League. He’s going to take care of you and try to give you what you need.

It’s a lot more difficult for him to blend into society given his quirk and appearance, but you aren’t like him. In his free time- before any of the League activities happened- he would frequent internet cafés where it was common to find people sleeping on the couches for a low fee. It might be scary, but you just have to hold onto your possessions as tight as you can. It’s warm and safe from the elements, and it’s better than what he can provide. He has run down buildings, but you can at least have air conditioning where you aren’t dying from the heat. If you rather not, then he understands, He won’t push for you to sleep or stay where you don’t want to. He’ll take care of you and will keep you with him at that point.

He tries to not care, to be apathetic to you, but he cares so much. He’ll tell you that being homeless isn’t rare, and that it is a very real possibility that people rather not think about, but he never expected it to happen to you. He understands that it’s difficult to not have the things that you normally had at your touch, after the incident he lost a lot of his belongings, so he gets it. It takes him a bit of getting used to learning how to be nice and empathetic rather than telling you to get over it, but he learns, and he’ll nod and offer some words of encouragement that when everything is done, he’ll get you better versions of what you had before. At the end of he say, he cares, and he'll show his true colors after a sad look.

You will come first for him- always. He’ll give you a share of his rations, will make sure that when you two go and look for food, it’s you who gets the biggest cut. He’ll do his best to put you first for whatever he can get a hold of. Food is difficult to come by after a while and with his notoriety, you can’t really be picky. However, the amount of effort he will put in for you to look for food that he knows that you like or can stomach, is outstanding. He wants what is best for you and will always give you that. Whatever he can get a hold of, will be yours before it can be anyone else’s.

With you being one of the few people that he cares for in the world, he tries to do a lot for you. There is hardly a time where he will not fight with and for you. It’s you that he puts first, even before himself, and he’ll always make that wherever you sleep for the night, you have the soft side of the bed, or the softest couch, or the one with less springs. Tomura isn’t a romantic by any means, but he really does care a lot for you. He won’t show it in the traditional sense with flowers or sweets, but he will show it by giving you what he can. Once he has the Paranormal Liberation Front, he gives you so much. It’s almost as if he’s trying to make up for the time where he couldn’t give you everything.

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warmau · 3 years

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☆ko-fi au: nostoligic summer romance!au hanbin find other ikon aus here

the sun burns your shoulders and the skin of your heel. you stand on it and bear the pain as you look down at hanbin, whose face is covered by one of those three-dollar nude magazines

"get up"

"can't you see i am asleep?"

the wind blows some small wisps of hair around your face - somewhere in the distance, you hear junhoe chase a beachball down the shore as jiwon yells for him to race back to the rest of your friends

"hanbin, you are not wasting your summer spread out like this, not doing anything. you are not a piece of seaweed."

"you sound like my mother"

you nudge his elbow with your toe

"did you finish your graduate school application?"

"yeah, im working on it right now looking at -"

he lifts the magazine off his face and flips to a random page, turning it around to face you

averting your gaze you make a sound of disappointment

"the deadline already passed, the school is giving you an extension because they know you'll be a great addition to the program. does that not mean anything to you?"

hanbin lets the next gust of wind pull the magazine from his weak grip and float it pathetically to his left

the silence is his answer in a way and search his face, now that you can see it properly, for anything else

his dark eyes are void and highlighted by a shadow of darkness.

his lips are chapped.

the scratch he got from face planting in the public pool's changing room last weak is still sitting on his cheek only half-hidden under a kids bandage

"hanbin, this is your future"

you whisper it - like it's your future too

maybe because somewhere subconsciously buried in both your chests. you both know it is.

"i know"

you turn around and take his apathy as the final stake in the ground

after years of caring about him, of one-sided adoration hidden behind affectionate and worried friendship

you have learned the hanbin is more stubborn than an ox - especially when he gives up

when you find yourself walking home back alone - the sun still blasting an uncomfortable heat onto your skin - you try to pretend the overwhelming feeling of crying isn't itching its way out

i can't help him forever, especially if he doesn't want to help himself

hanbin calls three days later

"do you want to go fishing with me and jinhwan?"

"fishing?"

"jinhwan said he's trying new hobbies."

you are silent for a second, a part of you wants to explode.

what are you talking about fishing! the application asks you to finish an entire song. to show your effort! who gives a fuck about fishing!

the other part of you is dormant. uninterested.

jinhwan is already a successful editor, maybe he can help hanbin find the right path better than i can.

"no thanks."

you hang up first, something you've never done with hanbin

you're both balanced in that sense - you are usually soft and forgiving and never want to hurt anyone's feelings. you just want to keep helping and helping until there's nothing left of you.

hanbin is more strict - people have to prove themselves to him otherwise he cuts them off without a qualm.

you get a text a few minutes later from jinhwan:

are you and your husband fighting?

my husband? i didn't know i finally married that millionaire from my dreams.

haha im talking about hanbin

you purse your lips. everyone in the world wants 'us' to happen.

no. we're not fighting. he doesn't want to go to grad school.

so?

your fingers hover over the keyboard. right, so what? not like it's your business to run your friend's life.

but that's not it. something is so wrong. hanbin will work on music till his eyes and ears bleed. why is it that composing one little thing for this application that is just going to better his life so hard? why is he so against it?

leaving jinhwan without an answer, you throw yourself on your bed and tell yourself that you have to break this habit

you've been putting hanbin over yourself since you were both young

getting in trouble with him when in reality you'd done nothing but try to stop him from doing something stupid

staying up with him when he'd go through bouts of bad insomnia

shoving your own secrets and pain down to comfort him about his own

you have your own life, goal, and dreams

it's your fault for somehow always imagining that hanbin would want to be part of them

"can you please talk to hanbin again."

jiwon, junhoe, and donghyuk take up the space in your car as you pull into the parking lot of the local mall

you turn the key in the ignition, jiwon and junhoe are sitting far apart in the back seat, still managing to look cramped and donghyuk looks at you sympathetically from the passenger side

"im not avoiding him."

"you're totally avoiding him."

again. you want to explode and also say nothing at all. why are there expectations on you as his friend and not the other way around?

"have you guys asked him about his grad school application? you all have your futures planned - and he's lost."

jiwon pops his bubble gum at the worst possible moment and junhoe looks awkward without an answer to come out of his big mouth.

donhyuk puts a hand on your shoulder

"he didn't just give up, you know."

you snort, "it looked that way to me."

opening the door, you step out and tell the little voice in your head that wonders out loud if hanbin needs your help to please shut up

it's two days before the extension deadline. you know this because it pops up as a reminder on your google calendar and you grumble as you delete it.

having his deadlines on my schedule like he's my goddamn boyfriend or something.

you want to enjoy your summer before you go back to school too, so you dig out a big t-shirt and bathing suit to take to the pool

only when you sling the shirt over yourself do you pick at the worn fabric and groan

this is hanbin's isn't it? the coffee stain at the bottom is totally his signature.

someone knocks on the door of your room, half expecting a family member you open it without caution and nearly throw it shut when you see hanbin in the frame

the only thing that stops you from doing so is the look of utter desperation on his face

"hanbin? when is the last time you slept?"

he breaths through his nose and mumbles maybe three or four days ago

you pull him into your room and shut the door, you try to examine him for any other signs of fatigue but he looks otherwise the same

skinny, slightly hunched over and more beautiful than you could ever say out loud in fear of dying on the spot of embarrassment

"is it your insomnia? do you need to go to the doc-"

"i can't compose the song."

you wave your hand to dismiss the sentence, "that doesn't matter right now. you have to take care of your health first and-"

"i can't stop thinking about you."

suddenly irritated with his tone - you snap under the weight of it all

"you cannot blame your inability to finish this application or giving up or not sleeping on me. just because we haven't spoken in a bit-"

"that's not what i meant."

you cross your hands over your chest, you can feel a fire unlike any other of anger lick up your spine

if he is going to pin this on me somehow im going -

"i love you."

"are you crazy?"

you blurt out your words before you really even hear his own. you were expecting him to start spinning some elaborate tale about how not seeing you or you avoiding him had somehow damaged him further

but this is hanbin, and you admit that never has he put the blame on you without you taking it on willingly

so you blink past the initial shock and ask him to repeat himself

he straightens his bad posture, looks at you and sees past the surface level

"i love you. it's making everything else a blur, so i need to tell you."

"you- you should have told me before."

"i thought you'd slap me." he laughs weakly, but it is forced "or that you'd think i was lying to get you off my back about the application."

you soften, your hands uncross and you drop the defensive look on your face

hanbin runs a line from your eyes to your knees

"are you wearing my shirt?"

"i love you too."

the spell of dread that seems to have clung itself into every nook and cranny of hanbin's existence seems to be exorcised when you say those words to him

like a light has entered the part of him that has been pitch black for weeks now

he doesn't kiss you right after you say it, he kisses you two days later when he submits his application with a song he spent thirteen hours on creating

the song is about that light, the kind of easy feeling of being put into the right puzzle with the right person

that's when he kisses you - when he meets the deadline - and you throw your arms around him and the world starts rotating in the right direction again

summer is still left over for you two to enjoy, you rush around the beach with your friends, you go fishing with jinhwan who decides he hates it at some point, and you spend whatever minute you can with hanbin

even if you're with others, your hands are always glued together. you look at him when you think he's distracted. he looks at you regardless, unashamed of the teasing that comes your way

'it finally happened! they realized they're perfect for each other!'

and when you're alone with your legs tangled with his and hanbin's nervous, soft mouth on the slope of your back. that same uncapped love bursts from both of you.

when summer dwindles and hanbin gets an email about his application

he celebrates by pressing you up against the desk and nearly toppling his laptop over

"can i ask you something?" he plays with a strand of your hair after as the sweat sticks you two together "were you so adamant about me getting into grad school because you love me or-"

you rest your chin on his chest and sigh

"yes, but because it'll help you achieve your dreams. and it'll give you a future that's stable. a future that i want for you and-"

you get shy, tucking your face into his skin

"and?"

he asks, but you just kiss him instead.

when it's ten years after - and hanbin has become successful in ways he had never dreamed

you are successful in your own right too

you're equals and your lives are full of each other and your work and everything else

and hanbin realizes when he's looking at rings by himself after work one day what you wanted to say all that time ago

you wanted him to have a good future so that it could tie in with yours

he reminds himself to ask you when he gets home, by what age had you already planned the wedding?

he expects you will stick your tongue out at him when he does, and you do, but he doesn't expect you to cry for half an hour when he pulls the little box out of his pocket.

#nostalgia au #hanbin au #hanbin scenarios #b.i au #b.i scenarios #hanbin #b.i #ikon au #ikon imagines #ikon scenarios #ko fi commissions #slightly suggestive

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hxseok-honee · 3 years

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atlas heart || part 28

a/n : aha,,, ahaha,,,,, listen, i know this is a jimin au okay I KNOW -- but this chapter belongs to jung hoseok and thats that im sorry

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When Y/n finds Jimin down by the lake, she feels that every fiber of her being wants her to turn back, wants her to run and hide under her blankets -- as if she’s the one that needs protecting from him. He doesn’t see her until she’s a few feet away, approaching him from the shoreline. The smile he gives her when he turns is kind but reserved, like he’s preoccupied. She lets out an awkward laugh.

“Why did you want to meet down here in the middle of the night? Way to be weird, Jimin.” He rolls his eyes playfully, nudging her with his elbow before gesturing back toward the ground not far away, covered in grass instead of the sand here by the water. Y/n follows him there, taking a seat next to him with question marks in her eyes when he doesn’t answer her. He snickers at her confusion.

“You’re really stuck on this, huh? Maybe I just wanted to look at the stars with you.” Her features scrunch up cutely as she reacts to his admittedly cheesy one-liner, and he feels the tips of his ears go red. “Okay, I swear that sounded better in my head.” She grins before turning away, looking up at the sky in contemplation. Jimin thinks that maybe, in other circumstances, they really would have been able to sit here together in peaceful silence and watched the stars all night long. He hates that he has to ruin it.

“I actually… I have to talk to you.” She doesn’t pull her gaze from the sky, but he does notice that her expression has clouded over with something he can’t place. It looks a lot like resignation. Swallowing once and trying to shake out his nervous limbs as subtly as possible, he takes a single deep breath before turning his upper body to face her. She still won’t look at him.

“I know you’re probably going to hate my guts after this, and I completely deserve that because I’m selfish and stupid, and I’m too nosy for my own good, and I never should have pushed so much, but I--”

“I know.”

“Yeah, I know you know that I’m an idiot, and that I’m annoying, and that I ask too many questi--”

“Jimin, I know.” He stops then, and the look of pure confusion he gives her breaks her heart. She has no idea that the pained expression she’s giving him is breaking his. She can’t even keep her eyes on him when she continues. “I know that you know.”

Jimin jaw drops, and he gets the idea that he looks a bit like a dying fish, closing and opening his mouth as he tries to figure out how to continue. He hadn’t planned for this turn of events when he’d practiced the conversation in his head.

“You -- but how? Was I too obvious?” He sits up straight, terrified that his suspicious behavior had already gotten her into more danger. “Did I do something that risked your secret? What was it? Tell me so I can make sure never to do it again--” Y/n’s eyes shut as she sighs, and she quiets him with a shake of her head.

“Dumbledore told me, the day after you’d gone to see him. He wanted to warn me.” Jimin stares at the side of her head, processing that she’d known almost two weeks that he’d figured everything out, but she hadn’t confronted him about it. “I haven’t told the boys yet, but I’ve been freaking out about it. I wanted to talk to you right away, but… I decided to wait until you were ready to talk about it…” Her eyes flick to him, but at the sight of his gaze fixed completely on her, his attention fully hers, she looks away. “I was scared that you hated me. Even when you kept reaching out and talking to me, I felt like… maybe you hadn’t realized exactly what I am or what that means. I was waiting for you to leave me. Or expose me. I don’t know. I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“I would never do that to you.” It falls out his mouth, feeling oddly like a confession when he says it without thinking and is immediately embarrassed. He clears his throat when she looks up at him with wide eyes, scratching awkwardly at his collarbone. “I needed time to process… not that you’re a werewolf, but that I had been such a fucking idiot the entire time. I should have listened to your friends and just let you be. I was nosy and selfish and objectively really annoying, and I hadn’t even realized that they were just trying to keep you safe by pushing me away. I’m really sorry, Y/n… for endangering you like that.”

He won’t look at her -- he can’t. But when a cold hand closes around his own, squeezing gently, he at least is able to look in her direction. She squeezes again, and, with as much courage as he’s ever had to gather at once, he lifts his eyes to meet her. She looks to be on the edge of tears, but she’s smiling at him, and it confuses him to no end.

“You’re not… mad? Because I completely understand if you are--”

“I’m not mad, Jimin. I’m kind of relieved that you know now, even if I am probably going to always be scared that one day you’ll wake up and realize that I’m a monster and run for your life.” He breathes out a laugh, knowing that she’s not joking. He just can’t imagine a version of himself, now or ever, that would look at her and see anything but the girl he’d been desperate to befriend all this time.

“I’m not going anywhere, Y/n. I want to help you, if that’s okay. I want to do anything I can to help keep you safe.” It’s then that she pulls away from him, her expression turning apprehensive. Jimin takes one look at her and assumes it must be about her friends. “I know that Hoseok and Jungkook don’t like me, but I can talk to them if you want me to! I can explain myself and make sure they know that I’m just trying to help--” She shakes her head suddenly, cutting him off with a wave of her hands. She can already tell how her conversation with them later tonight will go, dreading having to ask them to meet so she can break the news.

“No, it’s not them… I’ll handle the boys -- it’s probably better that you aren’t there when they lose their minds, so I’ll talk to them. It’s just… things are more complicated than you think. It’s not really as simple as helping me… there are things you still don’t know, and it’s not my place to tell you…” Jimin thinks back to the way Dumbledore had called the situation ‘infinitely more complicated’ than he knew, and the way Y/n’s talking right now has him going out on a limb.

“Is this… about Remus Lupin?” Y/n meets his eyes with alarm, her breath catching audibly in her throat, and Jimin knows he’s right. “He’s… like you, right? His friends are involved, too.” She gapes at him, unsure how to respond.

“How…” He looks away, rubbing at his neck uncomfortably.

“Well, the night I figured things out -- it was a few days before the full moon, so your symptoms were a little more apparent at the time. I saw him in the Great Hall the next day, and he was looking just like you… and his friends, they act a lot like Jungkook and Hoseok sometimes… it wasn’t hard to put it together.” Y/n sits there in silence, not certain if Jimin is just really observant and was hyper-aware of everything because he’d just realized such a monumental secret, or if she needs to talk to the Marauders and her own friends about being less conspicuous. Probably both. She barely hears Jimin when he starts talking again.

“Is… that what’s keeping you from letting me help? I swear I won’t say anything -- I’ll even pretend I don’t know about him. I’ll do anything.” She watches him as he starts to devolve into what’s probably the third rant in the last half hour alone, and she knows he’s desperate to prove himself to her. He doesn’t need to -- he’d made his innocence and kindness clear to her long before he’d had any idea of her affliction. It’s everything about him, really, that’s causing her so much pain. She’s scared for him.

“Jimin… are you sure this is what you want? We’re in the middle of a war… and you’re a muggleborn. If anyone were to find me out, and they link us… I don’t know what would happen to you. Everything’s so delicate and dangerous, I don’t know if I can put you in that kind of danger.” This time it’s Jimin that reaches out for her, slipping his fingers through her own and linking their hands once he has her in his hold. He looks entirely level-headed when he looks her in the eye and responds.

“I’m with you, Y/n. I’m with you.”

Y/n stares up at the entrance to Slytherin common room, a deep frown set into her features. She’d made what she’d believed to be the right choice by not having Jungkook and Hoseok in the same room when she told them about Jimin -- they have a habit of enabling each other’s worst characteristics, and the last thing she wants to deal with is two enraged boys in the middle of the night. But now that she’s here, having just left a furious Jungkook in the room of requirement, she’s not looking forward to having this conversation again.

Jungkook had been surprisingly calm when she’d broken to him that Jimin had discovered her secret, but if there’s only one thing in the world that Y/n can say with complete confidence, it’s that she knows Jeon Jungkook. The look of complete ease that he’d given her had terrified her far beyond any explosion of anger. She almost prefers that he had reacted. It had taken her the better half of an hour to calm him down, only feeling comfortable texting Hoseok that she was on her way to him when she’d seen an emotion cross Jungkook’s eyes other than blank detachment. Even then, it was only annoyance at the fact that she refused to let him “talk” to Jimin on his own.

Now, it’s almost 3am, and Y/n’s only brushing away her tragic attempt at reasoning with Jungkook when the door to the Slytherin common room slides open, revealing a sleepy-eyed, bedhead-ridden Hoseok. He’s only half-dressed, clearly unable to be bothered to care about his appearance this late at night. He scratches at his bare collarbone with one finger while he squints at her, his blatant concern hidden slightly by how disgruntled he looks.

“Do you have any idea what time it is? Why would you do this to me?” Y/n snorts, knowing from experience how objectively rude Hoseok can be in the first few minutes of being awake. She hopes he stays bogged down by his sleep-deprived mind long enough that he doesn’t completely lose it when she talks to him. She glances past him into the common room before responding.

“Is there somewhere we can talk in private? I have something to tell you.” Immediately, the sleep is gone from Hoseok’s eyes, and Y/n mourns the hope that he wouldn’t be clear-minded during their conversation. He nods once, pointing over his shoulder.

“My room’s fine.”

“Isn’t Yoongi there?” Hoseok shakes his head, a slight smile gracing his features while he explains.

“He got a call from Kim Seokjin not that long ago -- something about a late-night snack run and how eating alone is ‘a lonely habit’.” He shrugs, and Y/n guesses that Yoongi must get dragged out against his will by Kim Seokjin quite often if Hoseok is unbothered by it. Hoseok points again in the direction of his bedroom, and Y/n only follows with a nod.

By the time they return to his room, Hoseok’s awake enough to be self-conscious, so he’s searching for a shirt immediately, gesturing for Y/n to close the door behind her. Then he flops down onto his bed, crossing his legs and patting the spot at the end of his mattress for her. When she decides to remain standing, running her fingers along the edge of his bedpost awkwardly, Hoseok squints, suspicious.

“What happened?” Y/n closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, looking Hoseok head-on and ripping the metaphorical band-aid off.

“Jimin knows about me. He just told me. Before you say anything, we talked about it, and--”

“That little shit--” Hoseok’s standing from his bed, fists balled up in rage as he heaves out an enraged breath. “When I get my hands on that nosy, obnoxious fucking twerp--”

“Hoseok, wait! Wait.” Y/n holds her hands out in front of her, planting them on his chest while she stares up at him with wide eyes. “It’s okay! It’s fine, we talked! He’s not going to say anything to anyone, even about the stuff with Remus--” She’ll admit that saying that last part probably wasn’t her best idea, considering how Hoseok reacts, blind with fury.

“What do you mean? What does that mean?!” He’s growing louder now, and Y/n knows she has to calm him down before he wakes the entirety of Slytherin house. Taking his face in her hands, she tries to force him to focus solely on her, but it only results in Hoseok gripping at her wrists, desperation clear in the way his hold is shaking. He’s looking at her with wild eyes, demanding an explanation for something so wholly unacceptable, but Y/n can’t give that to him while he’s like this.

“Hoseok, I need you to breathe, okay? I’m okay. I will be okay. But I need you to lower your voice and breathe. Don’t think about anything else.” This display -- a total loss of control -- is what she’d expected from Jungkook, but the boy who’d been beside her their entire lives must have known better than to show his ruthless side and risk upsetting her. In this moment, Hoseok, who’s always so keen on hiding himself behind a mask, is seeing red the way he never has before, and that’s what scares Y/n most.

“Eyes on me, Hobi, hm? Look at me -- I’m right here, and I’m okay. Look at me. See? I’m perfectly fine. Nothing’s gonna happen to me, I promise.” She’d somehow managed to bring him down from his erratic high, keeping his face close until she could see in his eyes that he’s looking only at her. His breath is ragged, and if she thinks she’s caught the slightest tremble of his bottom lip when he opens his mouth, he’s hiding it well. But what he whispers to her breaks her heart clean in half.

“You can’t promise me that. The more people that know about you, the harder it is for me to trick myself into believing you.” Taking a breath to stop herself from tearing up, she releases him slowly, stepping back when he only moves to sit back down on the edge of his bed.

“Hobi… you can’t do anything to Jimin, okay? You can’t confront him or do anything rash. I mean it.” It takes a few moments, but finally Hoseok is lifting his eyes to meet hers. He nods, and Y/n knows that’s all she’ll be able to get out of him. She wishes it was enough, that weak agreement, but if there’s one other thing in the world she can say with complete confidence, it’s that she doesn’t know Hoseok quite as well as she knows Jungkook.

Jimin’s on his way to class the next morning, lost in his thoughts about Y/n -- he can’t seem to focus on anything else these days -- when he’s unceremoniously dragged by the back of his robes into an empty classroom and shoved against the nearest wall. Hissing at the pain, he barely has time to slump over and catch his breath before he’s being pinned back against the cold stone by a pair of very determined hands.

He stills completely when he finally lifts his gaze and meets the eyes of Jung Hoseok. The Slytherin is visibly furious, his glare almost manic as he pushes Jimin’s shoulders back into the wall. He only lets up when an involuntary cry of pain escapes Jimin, but he never lets the boy go.

“Now, you’re going to listen to what I have to say, and you’re going to listen closely. Yeah?” Jimin isn’t sure it’s a question that needs answering, considering that he’s literally trapped, but the increased pressure of Hoseok’s knuckles on his chest has him nodding frantically. Hoseok doesn’t release him when he leans down into his face.

“For some ungodly reason, Y/n has decided that you can be trusted, and I’m sure you loved that she said she’d talk to us so you wouldn’t have to do it yourself, huh? But I think that you deserve to have the whole picture, Park -- look at me when I’m talking to you.” Jimin had shut his eyes simply from the proximity of Hoseok’s hateful glare, unable to handle it, but when the older boy shakes him roughly, he opens his eyes so wide that he’s terrified to even blink.

“This game you’re playing? Using your obvious little crush on Y/n as an excuse to pry into her business and put her in danger just because you like sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong? It needs to stop. Because you don’t know all the rules, Jimin. And you don’t get any do-overs.” Jimin can feel the grip on his shirt starting to tremble, and at first he thinks maybe Hoseok’s so enraged that he’s actually shaking, but the glint in his eye tells Jimin differently. It tells him that Hoseok is scared -- he’s terrified. The uncertainty of Jimin’s existence in Y/n’s life -- not knowing if this is going to end badly for them -- it’s scaring him, and Jimin gets the feeling that Hoseok’s someone who deals with fear by being angry. Taking a very big risk, he whispers out to the 7th year.

“I swear, I just want to hel--agh!” Squeezing his eyes shut when Hoseok lifts him away from the wall and promptly slams him back into it, he doesn’t finish his plea. He can feel Hoseok’s breath fanning angrily over his face, and he swears a low growl rumbles from deep within the Slytherin’s chest when he responds.

“Shut up! You don’t know what that even means. You don’t know how to help. All you’ve done is screw things up for us, so let me welcome you into our little group with a warning.” A hand clamps the sides of Jimin’s jaw, lifting his face and squeezing hard until Jimin opens his eyes to look at Hoseok.

“You get one chance, so if you even come close to screwing that up, Y/n is the last thing you’ll have to worry about. Clear?” Jimin nods again, the hand on his face making that incredibly difficult. Finally, Hoseok releases him and steps back, watching with unmasked annoyance as Jimin fixes his clothes and rubs at all the spots he’s sure will be bruised by morning. They stare at each other, Hoseok eventually rolling his eyes with a sigh.

“Y/n told me you want to help. She asked me to mentor you in potion-making. I only agreed to it because she’s very stubborn when she wants to be, and someone needs to take over her doses. I won’t go easy on you, so you better be ready for a summer of hell. I need to know she’ll be safe with you once I’m gone, and frankly, I don’t even trust you to boil a pot of fucking water, much less a dangerous, highly sensitive potion.” Jimin swallows hard but doesn’t comment on the blatant insult, only processing that Jung Hoseok has agreed to train him.

Hoseok’s eyes flicker to the door, and Jimin takes that as his cue that the conversation -- if that’s what this was -- is finished, so he wanders out of the room in a slight daze, Hoseok following closely. As if the universe is telling him that this moment can, in fact, get much worse, Jimin meets the eyes of one Jeon Jungkook as the Gryffindor happens to be passing on the way to class. Where Hoseok’s glare was unbridled fire and rage, Jungkook’s gaze is turning to pure ice, and Jimin can’t decide which is worse. Jungkook doesn’t even acknowledge him as he passes, breaking eye contact and going on his way as if Jimin doesn’t even exist. Hoseok chuckles darkly behind him.

“I almost feel bad for you, Jimin. If you think you have it bad with me, you’re in for a real treat with Jungkook.”

#bts au #bts smau #bts social media au #bts hogwarts au #park jimin #jimin x reader

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igixri · 3 years

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destroy...everything, big sister

this is a meta/recap post about the (affectionately dubbed) kill zenin arc (chp 138 + 148-152) of jjk, written mostly because I wanted to type it all up to make sense of to myself: maki and mai’s characterization in this arc, the motivations of their mother, and the death of zenin naoya.

also because im sick of searching for the same 20 images every day to post about them so im gonna put them all in one post for easy chronological reference ^_^ this arc destroyed my life i literally can’t stop thinking about them

although perfect preparation arc starts proper on chapter 148, I think that chp 138 is the true beginning, especially because that means that the arc begins with maki and mai’s mother:

or, well, not really. even though she’s a part of this conversation, she isn’t shown speaking or even opening her mouth at all. it’s kind of hard to tell who’s speaking when because of this, but naoya seems to be the one that’s asking the question “is she dead? that girl mai” and maki’s mom is the one that’s responding with “worry about the head of the clan...” etc. This is kind of interesting, because the panelling almost tricks you into thinking at first that maki’s mom is the one asking “is she dead?”, but naoya having the last word on the second page (and also the fact that he starts going on about the two cousins right after this) most likely means that he’s the one who’s actually asking. during this, her very first appearance in the series, we have no idea who she is, and we don’t learn until much later on. but knowing what we know now, which is that this woman is mai and maki’s mother, it’s a callous bait and switch; she’s not even the one that’s asking about mai, and she’s the one saying that “the one who’s dying is maki”, without even a tremor in her face to indicate that this upsets her at all.

going back to read this section after seeing what happens to her makes you think about what her real feelings were on this predicament. one of her daughters is about to be killed and the other one might already be dead, what could possibly be going through her mind at that moment?

again, we see that maki’s mom has nothing to say, even though naoya says basically the most inflammatory things imaginable. we start the arc knowing nothing, not about who this woman is or how she feels, or why she is enduring these words from naoya instead of speaking out against it. it’s the perfect introduction to the conservative nature of clans in the jujutsu world: misogyny, incest, apathy, and arrogance all at once.

also making a note of naoya’s words here, “any woman who can’t walk three steps behind a man should get stabbed in the back and die,” for obvious reasons. this is the kind of line where you read it and you’re like, ok so that’s totally gonna be how he dies, right

some more interesting notes for this chapter:

naoya namedropping toji with such confidence here. like, the black sheep of the zenin clan? is who you’re stanning? toji should be someone that zenin naoya hates, someone so pathetic as to not have a cursed technique and to have abandoned the clan and the family. yet naoya loves sucking his dick. we’ll elaborate on this later

putting this here because when i first read it i thought it was a fucking joke. like at this point i know that it’s because gojo basically had custody over megumi, who wouldve been guaranteed heir because he inherited the ten shadows technique. glad i could get that cleared up (for myself)

and then the rest of the chapter finishes of with yuki tsukumo(!) and choso and yuuji talking. when this arc starts, you barely have any of the puzzle pieces. you’re dropped right in the thick of the zenin succession, and you’ll get to learn the backstories/motivations of characters out of chronological order. pretty standard way to build suspense as far as manga writing goes, but i feel like since naoya and naobito’s cursed techniques rely on timing, fucking with the order of events makes them hit harder.

we return to the zenin plotline at chapter 148, after naoya and choso’s fight (i feel like i don’t have to talk about it that much, it’s pretty obvious the parallels being drawn there with choso’s singleminded devotion to his siblings vs naoya’s “fuck family, as long as im sitting on top” attitude) and yuuji&co’s meeting with tengen. again here is a toji stannie moment

of course, naoya loses this fight, and has to be bailed out by yuta

pathetic bitch

anyways, chapter 148: starting with a cover image of mai and maki twisted up together in the womb. we’ll come back to twins and their relevance in japanese/jujutsu society later, but for now let me just say that when i saw this panel first i hadnt read jjk yet and i was like WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THIS MANGA LOL...now every time i think about this image i get dangerously close to tears. what shonen manga does to a mf

here’s the first words that we see maki’s mother say to someone directly. i’d like to note that at this point, she knows that entering the cursed warehouse is a trap for maki that will lead to her death. she starts off with a polite tone,

but then she snaps. close up of the mouth and everything -- we see that the woman that has stayed so silent when her own daughters were being badmouthed and mistreated by her family can only raise her voice to add onto the abuse. again her motivations are unclear--we’ll spend the whole arc wondering what the difference is between what she says and what she thinks--but these words seem to imply that she’s given up. it can be extrapolated from maki and mai’s treatment in the family that their mother must’ve also been on the receiving end of this abuse. after all, she was probably groomed to grow up into this role, and been told that her only role in the clan was to produce a strong heir as to make her husband proud. on some level, she probably knows that the clan is in the wrong, but in this moment she lashes out at maki anyways. she chooses to blame maki for not following the rules than the people who made the rules unfair to begin with because maki is someone she can control, or at least somewho who she thinks that she should be able to control.

not to mention! this is the reveal where we as the reader find out that she’s maki and mai’s mother, which lets us go back and recontextualize those earlier scenes. it’s a good buildup.

here’s where we start delving more into mai and maki’s relationship. to recap, their interactions as of this chapter have only been during the tournament arc, where they had their chance to hash out their differences but didn’t really resolve anything in the end.

what this chapter (42, for reference) told us was that mai was just straight up lying during the entire tournament arc. she can repeat over and over again that she hates maki, but it’s painfully clear that she loves her and misses her. this is what mai wants to tell maki:

the abuses of the zenin clan, the misogyny and being looked down upon by their own parents and the rest of their family, all of that mai could’ve endured, if only maki hadn’t left her. in this respect, she’s following a similar path to her mother: just keep your mouth shut and live a “normal life”, ignoring the fact that normal in this situation would be rejecting her freedom and autonomy. mai believed in the promise that the maki that held her hand and led her across the bridge made to her: that no matter how difficult the road ahead, she wouldn’t be left behind.

the goodwill event ends with mai being unable to get through to maki, and she even shamefully loses the fight on top of it all. she’s left behind by maki yet again, and that’s where we leave her until chp 148.

on the other side, maki:

when maki chose to leave the zenin clan, she also chose to leave mai behind. she chose to flee her abusive household and cut ties entirely, and this meant that she couldn’t take her sister with her either. i believe that maki saw this as her way of protecting mai; she is the one with the heavenly restriction and the lack of cursed energy, she’ll bear the repercussions of leaving while mai stays “safe” at home and has a “normal” life.

maki believes that distancing herself from the family will protect mai and save herself. mai believes that staying together with protect maki and save herself.

where this leaves maki in the start of perfect preparation is still trying to progress down the path that she chose: get stronger, and then you can come back and destroy the clan and free mai.

we think her arc is clear-cut like this, it’s a shonen after all. we’re excited to see the progression of maki growing stronger and triumphantly returning to beat everyone else and become the clan head.

but this never gets to happen because maki’s viewpoint is wrong.

it’s not wrong in a way where you can blame her for choosing it, but it’s wrong in the way where her approach could never get her her happy ending: there’s no way that the zenins would accept her as the clan head no matter how strong she became, and there’s no way that mai would be completely satisfied with maki abandoning her for years, even if it was to save her in the end. now, all of this becomes frighteningly clear:

i’m not going to get that deep into the motivations of zenin ogi here, mostly because they’re pretty clear-cut:

he embodies the zenin clan tenets of tradition, abuse, and power. he can freely murder his own children because he believes that he’s in the right.

(you’ll forgive me for just straight up putting the next three pages in this post)

mai transports maki to her beach mind palace. it’s unclear how she does this, exactly--i think it’s her innate domain? she’s literally speedrunning her technique development rn. this is one of my favorite tropes of all time (parlay at the ocean mind palace!) and i literally cannot believe they did this with mai and maki i am screaming crying and throwing up

also i want to mention here that there are two toji references already -- the cursed spirit training room is probably the same one that he was thrown into as a child, and the last time there was a fight on a beach in jjk was when toji’s reanimated corpse was breaking into dagon’s domain.

mai’s line here, “i suspected this would happen someday”, means that she’s been planning this for a long time. her previous attitude was “lashing out because i want maki to return to the family”, but she always knew that this was fatalistic. just like maki was wrong, mai was also wrong. she knew that she could never get back the maki from her childhood, and continuing to chase after her, even becoming a jujutsu sorcerer for it, wouldn’t help. mai didn’t do anything wrong in the eyes of the zenin clan, she followed the rules and her cursed technique, although not powerful, was at least less of a stain on the reputation of the clan. yet she was slated to be killed anyways -- there was never any hope for her “normal life”, and she knew this, which is why she thought up this contingency plan. she accepts her death here so readily because of this, and it’s not cathartic or fulfilling in terms of her character arc at all. i was expecting to see maki and mai’s relationship develop over the course of the series, but this is cruelly subverted in a way that makes perfect sense for how jujutsu society and maki+mai’s attitudes towards life have been set up.

maki, of course, can’t accept this; she’s been running blindly towards the ending that she wanted for so long that she couldn’t have noticed her mistakes in doing so.

twins are seen as a bad omen in japanese culture, and a standard practice for many years was to kill one of the twins shortly after they were born, to “send back” the spirit so that it could return again.

what’s interesting here is that what mai’s saying is correct: the way that twins work in jjk apparently is that their cursed energy is treated as one. the conclusion that mai draws from this is that for maki to develop, mai is going to have to die. you, who probably doesn’t want mai to die, can envision another situation where maki and mai work together to overcome this cursed energy restriction, and their character arc progresses in that way. however...that isn’t...what happens...literally what do you mean the power of friendship is not gonna get us through this one...

however, her unwillingness and disinterest in progressing is not condemned, either. she gets to stick to her values to the very end, and she even gets to develop as a character as a result: instead of resenting maki for putting her in this position (something that her mother, whose mentality that she partially adopted, continues to do), she gives up her life on her own terms to give maki a chance at achieving her freedom.

what mai hands maki is a reed. the title of the arc, perfect preparation, or 葦を啣む, refers to the idiom “a goose holding reeds in its mouth”, which means to be well-prepared for something. geese crossing the ocean as they migrate will hold reeds in their mouth so that they can drop it into the water and land on it to take a break as they cross. maki has migrated home and mai is giving her the reed so that she can finish the journey. mai doesn’t need it anymore -- she’s never going back.

there’s a theory here that mai cursed maki with these last words, but i don’t know if i buy it. mai doesn’t seem like she has any regrets with her decision, with her and her sister regressing back to their child selves in her mind’s eye, the time when she was happiest. however, there is definitely the possibility that this was a curse, because well. love is the most twisted curse of them all...her final words to maki are “destroy everything”, and her final action is to create the weapon to let her do that. also! she finally calls maki big sister 🥺

and with the last of her energy, mai uses her cursed technique to create a sword for maki, then dies. this is, notably, very similar to toji fushiguro’s 500 million yen sword that he wields during hidden inventory, as if gege couldn’t hammer in the point enough. i do like the implication here though -- mai went and studied this on her own time to be able to do this for maki before she died. also, them lying in fetal position here...it hurts...

it’s a solid sendoff for mai, and a very shocking one. before this, there were sorcerer causalities during shibuya arc, so the fact that another one dies now is not entirely unprecendented. however, it hurts in that it was more “preventable” than the other two: mechamaru was a traitor and nanami had put his life on the line knowing the risks, but mai had been essentially kidnapped and brutalized while the camera wasn’t focusing on her. it’s unexpected, but it makes sense.

all of these panels have been talked about to death so i don’t think im saying anything new here, but i love talking about them so im going to do it anyways

maki continues to directly parallel toji here, something that she’s been doing from the beginning; she abandoned mai for a similar reason that toji abandoned megumi and tried to keep him away from jujutsu society. toji chose to leave the zenins entirely, but after mai dies and takes the “half” of the cursed energy that maki had left on earth, maki finally gets to use the power of the heavenly restriction to end the clan once and for all.

this is a #girlboss moment and a win for feminism but it is not a positive character development moment for maki. maki has essentially decided to spiral and has given up on her previous goal of becoming the head of the clan and making a space where she can protect people like mai. instead, she’s decided that she’ll end it all entirely, by murdering every last one of her family members, starting with her own father. only after mai dies does maki come to understand why mai wanted to “fall down the hole” with her, but she also now has to accept that this is an impossibility for her now.

this line kills me EVERY SINGLE TIME...mai really was her heart. maki understands this in the end, but like the ones that have come before her, the tradeoff for her newfound strength is the inability to protect someone she cared about.

now, finally, naoya’s obsession with toji fushiguro is elaborated upon. it seems that he had been impressed with toji from a young age, after having been impressed upon him by everyone in the clan that he was blessed, he was next in line to be the head, that the other family members were all inferior to him, those without cursed energy especially. naoya never once questions this structure, because it puts him at the top. his obsession with toji is seemingly contradictory to this, but it ends up highlighting the very real hypocrisy that can arise from such conservative and oppressive worldviews.

naoya holds his other relatives to the standards of toji, who he considers “true strength”. even though toji had no cursed energy, he was still a man, and one who could beat the other members of the zenin clan even without a technique of his own. toji is essentially who maki was striving to be since the beginning, someone strong enough to strike fear into the hearts of those that had looked down upon her, and someone who had left the clan to forge his own path without regrets. toji is allowed to be an exception in naoya’s eyes because although he left the clan, he didn’t question the structure to the point of wanting to destroy it, like maki does. toji abandoned the clan and everyone else who was suffering inside it, and that allows naoya to freely respect him regardless.

although he holds himself up to the same standards as gojo and toji, it’s clear from the fact that they’re facing away from him in the panel that he is nowhere near their level--

which, of course, leads to him being soundly beaten by maki seconds later.

why does maki leave naoya alive before she leaves? this is the question that i wanted to answer by writing this post. maki had not been showing mercy before this (her heart was taken from her), and there’s no chance that she would extend mercy now, especially not to her awful cousin who beat her up, bullied her, and sexually objectified her and her sister. this leaves the conclusion that maki wanted naoya to die, but specifically at the hands of her mother, someone who has been traililng three feet behind naoya since the beginning of this arc.

maki goes to visit her mother, and she asks “why did you ask me to come back?” her mother doesn’t seem to understand this question, but maki is referring to the moment before she entered the weapons storage earlier. her mother knew that it would be a trap, and that her father was there, waiting to kill her and mai. maki knows painfully well the extent to which her own mother has been complicit in her and her sister’s abuse, and she asks this question now because she wants to know if her mother cared about her at all, in the end, even if she never spoke out to protect her. even so, it’s unforgivable -- she must’ve had a part in both capturing mai and luring maki to the weapons storage, and she did nothing to prevent the deaths of her children.

we aren’t explicitly shown that maki slit her mother’s throat, but it’s pretty clear that that’s what happened, given that her mother was begging for her life, and also the direction of the blood splatter (lol). destroy everything means everything, after all

after this, maki’s mother goes and deals the final blow to zenin naoya. i have to believe that this was maki’s intention in letting them both survive for long enough so that this could happen -- maybe a final chance at redemption for her mother? a sick acknowledgement that they were all in the hole together, and that if mai and maki were free now, she could be as well?

as this arc starts with maki and mai’s mother, so it gets to end with her. finally, we get to know her unvoiced true feelings: she dies happy that she gave birth to her daughters. she doesn’t have a change of heart, where she loves maki not because she destroyed the system that chained her, but simply because she was her daughter. her last action is one she makes out of her free will, ending the zenin clan completely.

#jjk #zenin maki #zenin mai #quoth the raven #yes i took the time to type this up when i have two very urgent things due tomorrow. dont worry about it #this post is 3.6k words long and image heavy

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Always Be Mine - SatoSugu Quick Write

Satoru’s parents always told him he was special. He was unlike any other kid. He was important. He’d never felt that way about himself too much, in actuality he always heard his parents fighting about how important he was and it made him nervous. Nobody wanted to really tell him things, leaving him to pick up the pieces on his own accord.

Of course, things were different when he met Suguru. He told him everything and everything, without much expectation of Satoru to give anything back. It was refreshing. The two clicked instantly, and the second Suguru uttered the words “I love you.” Satoru felt the same.

He didn’t say it back for a while. He was scared to, knowing his life if he’d said it back too soon Suguru would die. As he lays down with him to go to bed, curled against his chest, he prepares himself for that possibility because it wasn’t worth waiting anymore. He loved him, and he needed to say that.

“I love you too, Suguru.” he says, feeling his own heartbeat and Suguru’s go a million miles a minute.

There’s a smile that curls on Suguru’s lips and he gently squeezes his arm. “You love me?”

“Of course.” he says back, “Ill always love you.”

“Ah.. You don’t know that. What if one day I’m evil?”

“I’ll still love you then.”

“Why?”

“Cause..” Satoru pushes himself up on his side, looking at his friend in the moonlight. “You’ll always be mine, right? Even if you’re evil, you’ll always love me?”

Suguru seems to be stumped for words, but he closes his mouth to smile before leaning forward and pecking his forehead. “Yeah, Satoru, Ill always be yours, and Ill love you even when I’m evil.”

“Then I’ll love you too.”

There wasn’t much else either one of them could say to one another. What would you even say to that? His grip tightened around his best friend and he closed his eyes, kissing the top of his head again and again until eventually falling asleep. If heaven was on Earth, it would’ve been that moment- that was heaven.

Of course, it was one of the last times the two were alone together. So happily, at least. It felt like after that they rarely saw each other, and eventually Suguru just snapped. Yet through it all, Satoru still loved him. He still missed his hair and twisting it in his fingers. He still missed being held and kissed and loved. He still missed sharing sweets with him in the middle of the night, giggling at one another. He still loved him.

Seeing him again was a fever dream, but the state he was in was far from a dream. Bloodied and gross, but Satoru still saw the love of his life there.

“Suguru.” he breathes out, crouching in front of him before falling forward and resting his head on his shoulder.

“Hey sweetheart.” he whispers, “How ya doin?”

“Suguru whyd you do it?”

“You know why.”

“I..”

A hand comes up to cradle the back of his neck, “It’s okay, Satoru, it’s okay.”

“But you’re dying.”

“I am.”

“That’s not okay! You can’t leave me here-“

“Hey..” he shushes him, feeling Satoru’s weight slowly lean against him again. He’s consoling a crying child, nosing his ear as the rain started to drop on the pavement. It was like the world could feel Satoru’s hurt.

“Did you love me?”

“I love you.”

“You did?”

“I do.”

Satoru hiccups a bit through his tears and cups his cheek. “I love you.”

“I know you do.” he clicks his tongue, “And Im sorry my sweet.”

“Wait for me?”

Suguru tilts his head at him and gives a half smile, “I will always wait for you.”

For the very last time, Satoru pressed their lips together. It was a sweet kiss, gentle as the world around them continued to cry. Streams of tears fell down Satoru’s face and he knew the end was near. He spent a good while alone after ensuring Suguru had died, but he needed to take a walk. He needed to be away, he couldn’t look at his dead body anymore because a part of him wanted to pick him up and have Shoko fix him.

#writing #quick write #drabble #fluff #one shot #fic writing #jujusu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #angst #yeah this is awful

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Plague Masks and Tomfoolery | Julian Devorak

Plot: You're memeing in the library with the Plague Man

Word Count: 857

Warnings: there are a few pick up lines that get a little suggestive, but ehhh, it’s probably fine

A/N: im guessing you forgot i write for more than just toa, but surpriseeee. also, thanks to the lads for helping me come up with pick up lines, yall make my heart go

Taglist: @furblrwurblr @blixeon @lovedropletsdreams

Y’know, you would think that after sneaking into the palace library you would start to take things in your life seriously. To your credit, you usually did. Working for the Countess to find the murder of her husband was a very big deal, and you treated it as such. It became an even bigger deal when you developed romantic feelings for the lead suspect. You swore, up and down, that you were staying focused. This was not a game.

However, some impulses cannot be helped, and when you saw the old brown doctor’s mask buried beneath a few sheets of paper on Julian’s desk, you knew what you had to do. You lifted the beaked thing, brushing a finger over the seams as you turned to face your beloved, “Hey, Julian.”

No response.

“Jules.”

“Julian.”

“Big J.”

“Julian.”

“Honey.”

“Babe.”

“Julian.”

“Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuulian.”

“Devorak!”

“Julian!”

The doctor finally spun around to face you, his mouth open and ready to respond. When he saw you, though, his entire train of thought was derailed.

Who could blame him? On your face was the old doctor’s mask. The aged leather felt soft against your skin, and smelled, faintly, of herbs and flowers. You could barely see out of the permanently fogged-up glass that covered the eyes, but that did not stop you from seeing the blush that quickly covered Julian’s face.

“Julian, look! I’m you!”

If the man could have, he would’ve screamed. Not like, “ARRRGH,” but like, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.” He could not be blamed for the urge to scream. You were just really cute. Cute enough, in fact, to strip him of all thoughts other than, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.” That was fine, though. The red on his face spoke for him.

But you wanted more.

You walked over, swaying your hips for the fun of it, batting your eyelashes even though Julian couldn’t even see them. Once you were in front of the doctor, close enough to see every stray hair and other “imperfection” you bent forward. You didn’t know it was possible for the man to get more red, but somehow he did. Now you were going to make it worse.

You stretched out an arm and tried to place it on his shoulder. However, Julian was and is way too damn tall for this kind of shenaniganry, so your hand landed on his chest instead. Oh well, it still worked. With a deep breath, you prepared to cause problems on purpose, "Doctor I think I need a physical, I'd love for you to check me out~"

His blush increased, just as planned. You leaned into him a little harder and kept going, “Boi, is that a leech in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

Through his flustered state, he managed to get out, “A leech? I feel like you’re underestimating me-”

You did not answer, “Are you the plague? Because I think you’re sick as fuck.”

“(Y/N)-”

“I feel like you should know, I suck much better than your leeches!” you giggled, “Are you the plague? Because I could lie in bed moaning about you all day.”

A grin split the doctor’s face. If this was how you wanted to play, he could deal with that, "Are you the plague? Because I have a feeling you're going to keep me in bed for weeks."

“That was my line!”

“Eh, I don’t think so,” before you could protest, the doctor regained his wits and wrapped an arm around your waist, dipping you near to the floor. He placed a hand on your neck, his touch feather-light. You were very thankful for the mask covering your blush.

“Is that a fever? Or are you just hot?”

"Y-You smell better than the herbs in this hood!”

“A dying man may have God’s name on his lips, but I’d much prefer yours.”

“T-this must be a fever-induced hallucination because there’s no way you can be that hot! Or that smooth!”

He laughed. The sound warmed your entire body, his voice was made of hot butter and you were most certainly bread.

“You’ll find I’m much smoother than expected. Oh! I have one: I may or may not have killed the Count, but I will murder that-”

“Ilya? (Y/N!?) What on Earth are you doing!? Hurry, you have to hide!”

The voice of Julian’s younger sister scared you out of the doctor’s arms and sent you right onto the floor. You lied there for several seconds, once again thankful for the mask that covered your embarrassed expression.

“Ahahaha, Pasha! We were just-”

“I could literally care less what you were doing, just hide!! Now!!”

You rolled up off the floor, mask finally falling from your face, “Yes ma’am!”

The three of you ran to hide or fall into a secret passageway, or whatever, but before you made your exit, you doubled back. There was something you needed to do. Your eyes landed on the old mask, and you snatched it just as the door opened. As you snuck off into the shadows, you grinned, clutching the leather garment to your chest. You were not done with this. Not by a long shot.

#julian x reader #julian x mc #julian devorak #julian devorak x reader #julian devorak x mc #julian devorak x apprentice #the arcana #the arcana julian #julian devorak the arcana #plague jokes #x readers

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