#ngl kinda proud of how this one turned out so hope you enjoy anon!!!

[the-darklings]

“ you’re my person. you’ll always be the one i go to. ” Jean + Clara/V 🥺

prompt: “you’re my person. you’ll always be the one i go to.”

pairing: jean x v (coa verse)

wc: 2.3k+ (aka I don't have an off button when it's them regardless of setting/verse)

notes: so while I'm obsessed with jeara in npfh verse, something about exploring them in coa where jean is almost a rogue figure in v's life and is near entirely removed from the overall dramas of her life is just so... (makes a vague, distressed sound). guess i'm just a sucker for "no matter what, life keeps drawing us back together" energy, also I just love their antagonistic, sexually charged banter : )

It’s the soft cocking of a gun behind you that alerts you to someone’s presence at your back.

It’s a split second, a whirlwind of gripping your own weapon, but it’s all too slow. Far too slow, John and Cassian and the Elder would have reprimanded you. Disappointing after years of work and training you’ve done. Sloppy at best, life-threatening at worst.

For priding yourself on speed as your greatest physical weapon, you simply react too slow. It’s not because your instincts are dull anymore — no, if anything, after the dessert you’re an even sharper version of yourself.

But there’s is a singular hole in your instinctive wall. One person who — unfailingly, and irritatingly — seems to slip behind every single one of your guards. More of a snake than you are. More deadly, more deceptively charming and coy.

"Well, well — look who the cat dragged in."

Jean’s voice is still silk. With the gentle roll of his accent, the ice in his eyes shifts and morphs — cracking at the sight of you; always, a match and a fuse — when you level your pistol on his face. Unflinching. A slight, indulgent twitch of his mouth greets your clinical action. He appears so infuriatingly unconcerned to have a fully loaded weapon trailed on him you have to bite back a snarl. Arrogant bastard.

But you’ve seen what his mouth is capable of. He would no doubt make an innuendo if you brought up the said mouth but he’s stopped entire gunfights with his wit and tongue alone in the past. Has stood beside you plenty of times, trying to weasel you both out of serious trouble.

You have a habit of running into each other every time the other needs backup the most. Neither of you would ever admit to needing one another but you’ve served each other’s self-interests plenty of times.

"What are you doing here?" you demand.

The Frenchman doesn’t move, dragging his stare over your body with curious, probing intensity. It’s near lazy, bordering on sexual perusal and instinctively your skin warms under the examination. Prick.

"Lovely to see you too, chérie,” he greets, his voice honey yet always just tantalisingly teasing the idea of more. He’s learned to present himself as the devil’s biggest temptation long ago; a temptation very few resist. His arm finally lowers with those words, followed by a click of safety coming back on but you’re not so quick to follow his lead. “You look positively alive," he adds, a touch sardonic.

Your lips twitch. "Sorry to disappoint."

Last time he saw a mess, not an assassin.

His broad frame is clad in a stitch-to-stitch perfect tailored suit. Dark and sleek. Not dark enough to be outright black but an odd, shimmering material that indeed reminds you of a devil in disguise. Prowling around and passing around favours and information but at a price — always a price, and never one you want to pay in the long run.

"Hm, yes,” he hums thoughtfully, a melody of rumbling deepness that is his voice settling in your gut as he draws closer. Strolling forward without a care in the world, as if you don’t have your pistol still raised. Still aimed at him. Your finger on the trigger. As if there isn’t a pinch to your features; a warning, venomous gleam in your eyes. “While you disappearing is no novelty. You disappearing for seven months to a point even I can't locate you certainly is."

With the sheer vastness of his web of information, you can only imagine how profoundly irritating he found it. Jean doesn’t like losing. Doesn’t like not being in control, in the know. Never has. Others dance to his tune. Losing is a language he doesn’t speak. If there is no way to get his way, he makes one. He cares little for the collateral damage left behind. His ruthlessness alone has always put you at odds though he’s always been quick to point out how hypocritical you are for your wry comments. How every enemy of yours has oftentimes been left spluttering on their own blood, robbed of life or a future.

You burn everything, chérie, he told you once, years ago now, to destroy so thoroughly is a curious talent for one so invested in life and greenery to have.

"I'm touched by the concern," you say eventually, your expression still sour and your mouth curved downwards.

Jean’s face creases at that, an eyebrow quirking, and lips stretching further back. That stupid little dimple in his left cheek appears again, and it’s a rare sight — one to always makes you wonder if this is genuine amusement or just another mask he wears.

"Actually I needed you to kill someone for me, vipère,” he rebukes, dismissive of your notations of sentimentality. A small sound whistles past his teeth, his eyes narrowing down on you when he halts in front of you, his chest bumping into the muzzle of the gun. The pearly white of his dress shirt cuts for a bleak contrast to your sleek, black pistol. “Your sneaky ways have proven to be... most useful."

His voice lowers, dripping towards a lulling, beguiling thing. He slants his head lower, near blending into the shadows of the room where you were searching for more information about your current mark just moments prior.

"Yeah, right," you huff, unimpressed.

"Does it surprise you?” he wonders curiously, his cologne tickling your nose when he slants even closer, still towering over you. And you know his cologne — so damn well, you know it in your marrow — know how it smells when it’s faded and muted. When you nudge your nose against the juncture of his throat, burying yourself in him. Greedy or not, you always stole his warmth. And for some reason he always permitted it. Perhaps he found some begrudging amusement in moments of lingering contact and intimacy between you. For a man who might as well be carved from ice, he knows exactly how to make you burn. “The idea that I think you're my person? A trustworthy contact? You'll always be the one I go to."

Your arm lowers at long last, making you peer up at him from under your lashes. Consider him. Jean’s mouth rests slightly agape, his breaths slowing, slowing, slowing — matching yours, you realise suddenly, ignoring the pinprick of desire at the base of your neck. His proximity chips at your guard and you lean closer too. Alone in this dark room, alone in this world, two solitary figures occasionally passing by each other. In these rare instances of proximity, it’s easy to forget your loneliness. Easy to pretend you’re one and the same.

Your fingers slither up his chest and towards his neck. To kiss him you would have to stretch your limbs and muscles. This you know intimately. If only because you know exactly how his body fits against yours. And what an odd thought it is — to know that where there is fear and unease with others, there’s only need to be closer with him. Every cell in your body seems to hum at the mental image; eager to agree, eager to indulge. The idea of sampling more of him, tangling yourself further in the spider’s web is too tempting. Too enticing. Jean inclines into you. Your escape, hideaway, so dissimilar to how the dessert felt. Like a gilded cage. A makebelieve. With him though it feels…

Your breaths mingle, intertwining, neither of you breaking the eye contact first. He doesn’t allow you a single inhale without devouring every micro quiver of your lips.

"Nice try,” you exhale knowingly before your mouths can touch, leaning back with a saccharine grin. Your fingertips tease over the heated skin of his neck despite the broken spell. It thrills you, the tension of strong tendons you feel there, pulled tauter by your prodding. “Now why are you really here?"

For a single instance, you think Jean will continue his pretence, his unending fictitious act. Mock you further with yet another agreeable mask he shows everyone else. But a flicker, and then his charm melts into something more cunning, crueller, yet somehow — impossibly — even hungrier and darker than before. He’s still too close, too physically there; next to you, in you, like a splinter you can’t get out. Or want to.

Unravelling of a facade packaged in a span of a second, a heartbeat.

"I need him alive, V."

His voice drips from honey to dark velvet. Teasing, seductive promise. Jean’s fingers drag against the curve of your jaw as he speaks, his touch inveigling but you’ve danced this dance before. He should know better than to expect easy prey by now.

"And I need him dead,” you snip back, cupping his cheek in return, scraping your fingers against the dark stubble against his jaw with an innocent tilt of your head. Sometimes you hate it — the way he’s able to rip out something darker in you, more chillingly untamed. Jean is a paradox, a tempest blowing against the ruleset. So often being beside him makes you recklessly want to do the same. “So if you're after something, I suggest you work quicker, Jean."

There’s a split second in which you think he might flip on you the way he’s done on so many others. A warm, inviting smile — all charisma and magnetism, toothy and wide — seconds before he plants a bullet in your body. You’ve seen him do it so many times in the past your head spins. In part from wondering if he will give you one last kiss before he pulls the trigger, or if he really believes you will not take him down with you if he attempts it.

"If I get the information I need by sunrise, have dinner with me tomorrow."

His thumb nudges against the curve of your bottom lip. Rough yet gentle, sensuous yet treacherous. He’s so used to getting his way you want to refuse him out of principle alone if nothing else. It’s rather enjoyable — in a dark, cruel way — to deny him, to see how many masks he can flip through until only his own face remains. You've yet to see such a day.

"There's a distinct lack of a question mark in that statement," you note coolly.

The tension between you sits like a physical weight. Overbearing and thick; you glimpse all the things he’s doing to you inside his mind already. His fingers digging into your hips, hoisting you into his strong arms. A hiss of searing breath against your ear, teeth against your neck, animalistic, skin against skin. Sweat and filth and passion. You’ve healed during your stay at the dessert. He can see it in you. A part of you has transformed, shed your old, torn skin — he’s certainly coaxed and encouraged this change in you prior. It had become a particular interest of his once John departed.

Bury your past, vipère, it doesn’t serve you anymore.

Glaciers of his gaze thaw and spark into a sapphire flame the longer you gaze at one another, hungry and wanting. Jean’s angular, virile features tighten with restraint but he doesn’t crack, a faint grin still lingering in place.

"I'm not going to grovel at your feet, vipère,” he says, his words ringing deeper and sultry, near gravelly. A knife’s edge, really, razor-sharp against your fragile pulse. His fingers trace the contours of your parted mouth, and you sense his breath when he nudges close. The scent of tobacco and red wine still lingers on his own lips muddying your honed senses. “It's not in my nature to do so. If I want something, I go for it."

And for some reason it’s him — him you lean into, him you don’t shun or snarl at when he touches you. So intimately. Painting you with his hands anew — bloody hands of a murderous man, a liar and a cheat.

Your lashes flutter. "And here I thought you liked games."

"Only the ones I win,” he breathes hotly, his teeth gleaming, a wolf’s jaws open for devouring. His large palm slips to cup your face, bracing against your cheek, steadying you. Your mouths are almost touching, almost kissing, almost biting. “And you... are... most certainly a game I'm happy to play every time, ma vipère.”

The last part — wanton and just a touch possessive, throaty with a heavier accent — scrapes against the shell of your ear. Hot, wet exhales of oxygen skitter against the curve of your neck and it leaves you shuddering against him. Jean grins into your skin at the small victory, his mouth flitting over your beating pulse in reward. Once, twice. He’s not touching you further, and you grind your jaw to prevent yourself from touching him in return.

Always the game of who will give in first.

When he realises you’re not about to hand him his victory as he no doubt hoped you would, he pulls back, a flash of teeth visible in the darkness. Lights from the street outside illuminate his handsome features when he moves back. His eyes drink in your form, from head to toe, his thumb swiping over his own mouth slowly. It coils your stomach when you realise it’s the same hand he touched your mouth with.

An indirect kiss to taste you. Despite your controlled expression, you feel that distant kiss as if he were smearing your mouth with his until your edges blurred with his.

“Dinner will be at 8 pm sharp. Don't be late,” he instructs, low and smooth, his voice still scratchy with hunger. He pivots to go but pauses midturn, glancing at you over his shoulder while his hand slips into his slacks. “Oh, and do wear red. You always look so fetching in that colour. And it looks ever-so pretty on my bedroom floor."

#original writing #spilled prose #original prose #oc x reader #oc writing #writing #s: almost love #c: jean #head empty - only they!!! #ngl kinda proud of how this one turned out so hope you enjoy anon!!!

[natsfirecat]

Hey! For the request thing, Nat x Reader if you’re able to of course. But also you should focus on your school work lol

“Flowers have become so rare that they are the most sought after items in the world, enough so that people have gone crazy trying to duplicate them. Reader just stumbled across a natural rose and possibly the love of their life.”

All The Choices

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

word count: 6.4k

warnings: none, lmk if i need to add any!

A/N: ngl this was really fun to write and i'm actually kinda proud of it! but i have a feeling it might not have been exactly what anon had in mind but i hope you enjoy anyway! :D

"Please, at least consider it," you begged the man.

"If you think that's gonna make money, you're out of your mind," he replied, shoving past you.

You grabbed his wrist, pulling back to force him to look at you.

"You can't know that for sure,"

"To take that risk, I'd have to stop selling items I know do well. Sorry, Y/N, but it's not worth it. You're not worth it,"

"Please," you begged again. "I can barely make ends meet as it is, I'll lose everything,"

He turned away, refusing to look at you.

"I'm sorry, but my answer stands."

Before you could say anything else, he left the room.

You could feel tears bubbling up in your eyes, but you couldn't cry here, you wouldn't.

You grabbed your bag, then ran out the back door. You kept running out of the marketplace, away from all the surrounding noise.

You weren't even sure where you were going, all you knew was that you wanted to get away.

So you kept going. You went past the familiar river that flowed near the town, you went past the rock field you had gone to so many times, you even went beyond the trees everyone was warned not to go past.

By now, your cheeks were completely wet from how much you had cried. You wiped your eyes, clearing your vision as you finally allowed yourself to take a deep breath in.

You reached in your bag, pulling out the very same thing that got you yelled at earlier today.

Flowers have become so rare that they are the most sought after items in the world, enough so that people have gone crazy trying to duplicate them.

So, you decided to decorate rocks to look like flowers. You had spent hours breaking some, moving the crystals inside to another, making them look like flower decorations.

Because of how rare flowers were, many people were fine settling for fake flower decorations. So when you had discovered the rock field, you thought it would be a perfect idea to use them for flower decorations.

But now, that proved to be a terrible idea. Not only had you wasted your time and energy but now you had lost your chance and getting any money this month.

So you grabbed one of the rocks, feeling your breathing become heavy. A few more tears formed in your eyes as the reality of the situation hit you.

Without thinking clearly, you threw the rock as hard as you could in front of you. You let out a loud scream, falling to your knees as you buried your face in your hands.

Immediately, you regretted it. So you stood up, running in the direction you threw it. Your eyes scanned the ground around you, but you couldn't find anything.

"Oh come on," you squeaked out, feeling your breath catch in your throat as you tried to hold back more tears.

You kept walking forward, clutching your bag as you looked for the rock. You sniffled, trying to get rid of the tears so you could see properly.

As soon as you opened your eyes again, you noticed a flash of red in the corner of your eye.

You tried to take a step closer, but ended up slipping as soon as you did.

The ground was uneven, so you ended up rolling down a dirt hill. As soon as you hit the bottom, you let out a sigh of relief.

You saw the red again.

It was a rose.

You had just stumbled upon a natural, real, rose bush.

You got to your knees, leaning forward to take a closer look. Just as you were about to touch one, your soul nearly left your body at the new noise behind you.

"I had a feeling someone would fall victim to that hill one day,"

You stood up, turning around to face the new voice.

Standing there was probably the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. Her red hair fell perfectly down her shoulders, and her green eyes looked as if they were sparkling in the light.

Your mouth was open, but nothing came out. She chuckled, walking over to you.

"Oh, you poor thing, you're hurt,"

Still, you couldn't say anything to this woman.

She hummed, reaching behind you towards the rose bush. You gasped again as she pulled one of the roses from the plant, holding it by the stem.

"Come along, I'll get you all fixed up,"

You didn't know what to say, but you followed her nonetheless. She continued humming as she walked forward. She played with the rose in her hands, still humming to herself.

After a few more minutes of walking, she waved her hands in the air as she muttered something under her breath.

Just then, as if it was materializing, a cottage appeared in front of her.

Once again, your jaw dropped as you stared in shock.

The witch turned back to look at you, chuckling at your shocked expression.

"Come on, we need to go inside and then I'll heal you,"

Once again, you weren't sure what to say but followed her anyway.

She waved her hand, causing the front door to open for both of you. As soon as you were both inside, she flicked her hand the opposite direction to close it.

She waved her hand again, muttering quietly as the candles lit up so you were no longer in the dark.

The redheaded witch motioned for you to sit down at the kitchen table while she stood by the stove, getting the cauldron ready.

After a few moments of silence, she looked you in the eye.

"So, you wanna tell me what happened?"

You brought your hands to your lap, fiddling with your fingers as you finally managed to speak to her.

"I made these flower decorations out of rocks, and I asked if they could be sold at the marketplace. But I was told they wouldn't make any money, so I ran out. And then I just kept going, and ended up here,"

She nodded, pouring something into the cauldron.

"How come it's so important to sell the flower decorations?" She asked.

You scoffed, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Well not everyone lives in a cottage they can make appear with the flick of their wrist. Some of us are struggling to get by, you know" you told her, louder than intended. "Some of us can't just magic everything better!"

She raised an eyebrow, but said nothing as you continued on.

"SOMETIMES THERE'S UNIMAGINABLE EFFORT JUST TO LIVE!"

You really didn't want to cry in front of the witch, but here you were anyway.

"I'm sorry..." you mumbled, crossing your arms as if to hug yourself.

Her gaze softened, but she stayed where she was. She took the rose, and snapped the stem off of it. She dropped the stem into the cauldron, putting the flower part on the counter.

She then mixed everything together, almost ignoring your presence for a few moments.

Once it had bubbled just once, she turned the stove off and poured it into a glass. She then walked over to you, carrying both the glass and the rose. After setting them both in front of you, she sat across from you at the table.

"What is it?" You asked, tilting your head to the side.

"Healing potion," she replied, pushing it closer to you. "Drink it, it'll help,"

You hesitated for a moment, then you looked into her bright green eyes. You saw the way she was staring at you, so you eventually gave in and drank it.

"Not every day I accept a drink from a witch," you mumbled, prompting her to smirk. "Especially a witch who I don't even know her name,"

"Natasha," she replied. "And it's not every day I offer my potions to someone who fell down the dirt hill. Especially when I don't know her name either,"

You chuckled at her mockery,

"Y/N,"

She nodded before folding her hands together and placing them on the table.

"So, Natasha," you began. "How long is this healing potion supposed to take?"

She rolled her eyes at your impatience,

"It shouldn't be longer than 15 minutes, then you can get back to whatever it is you were doing with your flower decorations,"

It was then that you remembered how you fell down the hill in the first place. You were still carrying your bag, but as you looked in it, they were all gone; they must have fallen out when you fell.

Tears bubbled in your eyes once again as the fact that you now had nothing fell upon you.

"What's wrong?" Natasha asked, noticing the tears.

"I lost them," you told her. "I was looking for one, then I lost the rest. I know I couldn't sell that at the marketplace, but maybe there was someone who would buy them somewhere. But now they're gone,"

She pushed the rose closer to you.

"I'm not sure how much comfort it would provide, but would you like this rose?"

Your eyes widened; you couldn't believe she was offering you the rarest item in the world. You could probably be set off from this one alone.

"Really?" You asked, your voice going higher.

"Under one condition,"

You nodded excitedly, already feeling the riches that would come from this.

"That you don't sell it,"

"What?" You asked, your face dropping.

She nodded,

"Those are my terms,"

You thought for a moment. It wasn't like you were ever going to see her again. She was a witch who lived in the woods for goodness sake.

She would never know if you sold it or not.

"Deal."

Your lips twitched into a smirk. You took the rose, carefully holding it close.

"Thank you for everything, Natasha,"

She nodded.

"Is your leg feeling better?"

You stood up, carefully putting your weight on it. Her potion worked; it didn't hurt anymore.

As you began making your way to the door, she stopped you.

"Wait," she said. "It's too dark for you to make your way back on your own."

You open your mouth to respond, but stopped yourself as she muttered a spell. Her gaze shifted towards the candles, where one of the flames rose into the air, getting brighter. She guided it through the air until it was floating over you.

"It'll stay in front of you until you blow it out."

"Thanks," you said.

So, you waved goodbye to her then walked out the door. As promised, the flame followed you, providing both light and warmth as you made your way back into the woods.

Now, all you had to do was sell the rose and never see the witch again.

-

The next day, you woke up and the rose was still just as beautiful as it was the day before.

All you had to do was sell it at the marketplace, and you would be set for life.

So, you held it close to your chest as you made your way down. You knew everyone would freak out once they saw it, so you tucked it under your jacket as you entered the crowd of people.

You quickly entered the tent where you could present ideas, finding your place in line.

You could feel your heart racing as you thought about what would happen when you presented the rose. You would never have to spend hours making something just for it to not sell again. Hell, you'd never have to sell again.

Excitement bubbled in your chest as the line short shorter and shorter. Now, there were only three people in front of you and then you could sell your rose.

But you promised Natasha you wouldn't.

A pang of guilt struck you as you thought back to last night.

She had no reason to help you, yet she did. She healed you, provided you light on your way home, and gave you a rose. Which she told you not to sell.

Now there were only two people in front of you.

But she had an entire rose bush that probably had hundreds of roses on it. Why would it matter if just one was sold?

The line moved again, there was just one person in front of you.

You were on the brink of getting so much money, yet you were so hesitant.

You thought about the way her green eyes looked at you when she found you. She seemed so happy to take you to her little cottage and heal you. She could've just left you there. But instead she healed you, and gave you a light to get home.

Now, you were the front of the line.

The same man who sent you running out in tears yesterday was staring at you, eyebrows raised.

"Yes?"

You reached into your jacket, grabbing the rose. As your hand touched the petals, her eyes flashed in your mind once again.

She saved you in the woods, the least you could do was keep your promise.

"Never mind, um, I'm sorry, I gotta go,"

You stepped out of the line, placing the rose back inside your jacket pocket. Much like yesterday, you ran out of the room to get away from all the people.

You quickly exited the marketplace in of itself, running down the same path you ran down the day before.

You could hardly believe what was happening as you passed the same river, and then the rock field.

By the time you entered the woods again, you pulled the rose out. You stopped for a few moments to catch your breath, admiring the rose.

Soon enough, you started running again. You searched and searched for the familiar rose bush, but you couldn't find anything.

You looked up, feeling yourself panicking as you realized you had no idea where you were in the woods.

"Natasha!" You called out. Nothing.

You kept looking around, just hoping to see that familiar flash of red. But still, nothing.

"Natasha!" You called again.

Of course that witch just had to make her house in the woods invisible.

You looked all around you, desperate to find anything that could lead to Natasha.

Your breathing quickened as you kept turning in circles. At this point, you weren't sure if you'd even be able to make it home.

Just as you were about to call her name again, you recognized her red hair behind some trees a ways ahead.

You let out a sigh of relief, running over to her.

"Natasha!" You said as you finally reached her.

She was standing by a berry bush, carefully picking them off and placing them in the basket she was holding.

"Oh hello, Y/N,"

"I've been looking all over for you," you told her, a little out of breath.

She hummed, keeping her focus on the berries.

"Since you're here, would you mind helping me? I'm going to cook with these for the next few days, and you'd be more than welcome to join me for lunch,"

You nodded, hesitantly standing next to her. She handed her second basket to you, then kept picking away.

Without saying anything else to you, she kept humming that familiar tune. Before you knew it, she was mumbling under her breath too,

"Good girls, hopeful they'll be, and long they will wait,"

You tilted your head to the side, trying to make sense of the words.

She noticed this, finally shifting her focus to you.

"It's from a song," she told you.

"Where did you hear it?" You asked.

"A few decades ago, give or take. I was traveling, and heard the most beautiful singing voice. So I listened every night. I still think those songs are a gift to the world to this day,"

You nodded, picking the berries once again.

"Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, the train runs off its tracks,"

You smiled, trying to memorize the lyrics. She said nothing, but continued on as she picked the berries.

Soon enough, both your baskets were full. You followed her, trying to take notice of where you were in the woods before she would do her magic thing to make her place visible.

There were three pine trees pressed close together, surrounded by taller trees. On the ground was animal tracks, along with fallen leaves.

When she led you back into her house, you followed her in placing your basket on the counter. From there, she pulled out a few other baskets full of ingredients.

"Is soup for lunch okay with you?" She asked.

"Sure,"

Instead of waiting for her at the table, you stood next to her by the stove as she started cooking.

Suddenly remembering why you came to visit, you pulled out the rose she had given you.

"How come you asked me not to sell this?" You asked.

Natasha raised her eyebrows, keeping her focus on the soup. In fact, it almost felt like she was ignoring you for a moment. You opened your mouth, about to ask her again in case she didn't hear you, but she held her hand up to stop you.

So you sighed in defeat, making your way to the table where you sat in the same spot as before.

A few minutes later, she came over with two bowls. She set one down in front of you, and the other across from you where she sat.

You were about to say something, but she started speaking first.

"Money is a strange thing," she started. "I never understood why people put so much value into something that does nothing for you."

"I mean I guess but-" you started, but she cut you off.

"I was there before flowers were as rare as they are now. I loved them, I always have. Roses were always my favorite," she explained to you.

You had some of your soup, which was surprisingly really good before she continued on.

"As they became rare, I saw how they were traded for worthless coins and such, and it made no sense to me. Nothing as beautiful as a rose should be traded for something that does nothing for you."

You shrugged, having more of your soup.

"I've lived on my own without money for a long time, Y/N."

"Well yeah, but you have magic,"

This time, she shrugged. You were right, it was much easier for her to survive without money when she could cast spells and make potions.

"I was so sure that you'd sell the rose," she admitted.

"I almost did," you confessed, prompting her to raise an eyebrow. "But then I decided not to go back on my word, even if it could set me for life,"

She smiled, looking you in the eye.

"Well, I appreciate that you didn't sell it. I know it must have been tempting, but you did keep your word. For that I thank you,"

You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up at the way her eyes shone in the light.

By the time you finished your soup, she waved her hand so it would levitate towards the sink and start washing itself. You chuckled.

"I have a question," you told her.

She nodded, waving her hand for you to continue.

"If I were to look for you again... is there any way I could find you easier?"

Her lips curled into a smirk, and you could've sworn she blushed for a moment.

She took the rose she had given you, waving her hand over it before whispering something. She then handed it back to you, a smile on her face.

"Now, as long as you have this rose, you'll always be able to find me."

-

Natasha was right. Three days later, you decided to visit her again. As you walked through the woods, you noticed the rose began glowing and got warmer as you went in a certain direction.

Soon enough, you recognized the three pine trees.

"Natasha!" You called, knowing she was nearby.

It felt as if the air changed in front of you, but soon enough the familiar cottage became visible to you.

You walked up to the front door, and you weren't quite sure what to do. She knew you were here, or she wouldn't have lifted the invisibility spell for you. But at the same time, it still felt rude not to knock.

While you were still deciding what to do, the door opened on its own.

"Hello, Y/N," she greeted you from the kitchen.

"Hi," you replied, waving to her.

She dropped the spoon she was holding, but it kept stirring for her as she turned around to face you.

"What brings you here today?"

"I wanted to see you,"

She turned back around, taking hold of the spoon as she couldn't stop herself from smiling. Of course, her cheeks turned bright red as well, but she refused to face you again until they returned to their normal color.

"Perfect, I was planning on collecting stones from the stream. Would you like to join me?"

You nodded, feeling your own smile grow.

She then made her way over to you, waving her hand so two cloth bags began floating towards the two of you. You took one, and she took the other.

From there, you followed her back into the woods.

"So what do you need the stones for?" You asked, catching up so you were by her side now.

"They're useful for protection spells,"

"Protection from what?"

Natasha laughed, shaking her head. You raised your eyebrows in response, causing her to laugh even more.

"Well, it wouldn't be a good idea to leave myself exposed where anyone could find me, right?"

You shrugged; she was right.

"So the spells wear off over time then?"

"Yes, and this one wears off faster the more I remove the cloak. Which I've had to do a lot lately, considering I have a frequent visitor,"

You felt your cheeks heat up again, quickly shifting your gaze to the ground.

"Oh," you said. "Sorry,"

She chuckled,

"I never said I minded,"

You smiled. Just as you were about to say something else, you heard the sound of rushing water coming from in front of you.

"Here we are,"

She took her shoes off, stepping into the water. She motioned for you to follow, which you did.

"We're looking for the ones with a purple tint," the witch told you.

You nodded, then began looking down at the rocks in the water. You stepped to the side, so your shadow wouldn't block the tint from the sun.

You picked up a stone, carefully placing it into your bag.

"Can I ask you something?" You started.

"Alright,"

"Are there like... witch covens or something like that?"

She laughed, putting a few stones in her bag.

"Sure there are, but I've never been apart of one. The closest I've been to that was working closely with one other witch. It didn't work out though. None of my spells were working, and then I realized that it was her. I realized it's been her messing up everything, almost as if she were pulling every string. It's been her all along,"

You tilted your head to the side, shifting your attention from the stones to Natasha.

"Do you like being alone?"

She thought for a moment, her cheeks turning red.

"Yes," she told you, avoiding eye contact.

You weren't quite sure why, but your heart dropped.

"Oh..." you replied, unsure what else to say.

So, you went back to helping the witch collect her stones.

-

It was another week before you visited her again. Like before, the rose led you to her.

When the door opened, she was sitting at the table absentmindedly.

"I was wondering when you were gonna come back," she said, staring up at you.

You smiled, shrugging.

"So, are there berries to be picked or stones to be collected?" You asked her.

She shook her head no as a smile crept onto her face.

"There's something else I want to do with you,"

"Alrighty, what is it?"

Natasha stood up, making her way through the hallways and to her own bedroom. Once she came back out, she was holding a pair of boots that seemed to have something metal around them.

"You'll need to wear these," she told you.

You were hesitant, but you trusted her. So you sat down, changing your shoes while she searched through the drawers of her kitchen.

By the time you got the boots on, she had come back, holding what seemed to be a water bottle of sorts.

"I'll need you to drink this," she told you.

Once again, you were a bit hesitant but ended up drinking it anyways.

When you finished, she held her hands out to pull you up.

"You good?" She asked.

When you nodded, her smile widened.

So then, she led you back to the woods. The boots made it a little harder to walk, so you grabbed her hand.

She didn't say anything, but her cheeks did turn a slight shade of red.

You were about to say something about the boots when she stopped in her tracks.

"We're here,"

"What?"

Where exactly was here? As far as you were concerned, you were still in the middle of the woods with no berries or streams nearby.

Natasha let out a small laugh, looking up at the trees. She pointed too, indicating for you to look as well.

As you did, you noticed something at the top of the trees.

"What is it?" You asked, to which she smirked.

She let go of your hand, then flicked her wrist. Much to your surprise, she began floating in the air.

When your jaw dropped, she only chuckled as she flew in circles around you. To be fair, considering all the other magic stuff she's done you shouldn't have been that surprised.

"Take the boots off," she told you.

You were a little nervous as to what was going to happen, but you took them off anyway.

When you began floating, you held your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. What was in that potion she gave you?

Natasha saw your fear, so she flew closer to you, connecting your hands.

"What is this?" You asked, your voice shaking.

She leaned up against you from behind, wrapping her arms around your waist.

"It's okay," she whispered into your ear. "You're okay,"

Your breathing began to even out, and you finally opened your eyes again.

Once she noticed you weren't as scared anymore, she flew up higher, still holding your hand.

By the time you reached the top of the tree, it seemed as if she had put a hammock there. She then sat down, pulling you next to her.

When you laid back, you turned to face her, prompting her to lift a leg over yours so you wouldn't float away.

"So you've made me weightless to get to the top of a tree?" You asked.

"Well, it's dangerous to use spells to lift more than one living thing at a time. It's okay though, it'll wear off soon,"

You nodded, adjusting yourself so you were even closer to her to feel safe.

By now, your noses were almost touching as she reached her hand back to stroke your hair.

"What else do you use roses for?" You asked her.

"Well, they are useful for spells of course." She started. "But they're also useful for finding beautiful girls like you,"

Now, you felt blood rushing to your cheeks at her words.

"I'm glad you have them," you said, smiling.

"Me too,"

You weren't sure how long you were up there with her, but you felt freer than you'd ever been. You brought a hand up to her cheek, slowly rubbing your thumb against her skin. She smiled at your touch, her green eyes never leaving yours.

By the time it started to get dark, you didn't feel quite as floaty anymore. You even tested it out, and you didn't float into the air when she let go of you.

So, she picked you up into her arms and carried you bridal style as she flew down.

"If you'd like, I can carry you all the way back if you don't want to wear the heavy shoes again,"

You nodded, prompting her smile to widen. So, you held onto her tighter as she made her way back. You knew her arms had to be getting tired, but she didn't loosen her grip once.

The sun was completely set by the time you got back, and it had gotten much colder.

"Do you want another light spell to get home?" She offered, then hesitated for a moment. "Or you can stay here for the night, so you don't have to walk at this hour,"

You felt yourself blushing at the thought, but you nodded. Soon enough, her cheeks became as red as her hair.

Natasha motioned for you to follow as she made her way to her room. Your heartbeat quickened; you had never been to this part of her house before.

Her room was pretty simple; she had a bed, along with spell and potion jars all over. And, there were several roses by her bed.

You crawled into bed, scooting over to make sure she had room. But when she only stood by the doorway, you tilted your head to the side in confusion.

"Aren't you going to sleep too?" You asked.

She shook her head no,

"I'll let you sleep alone," she said. "Don't worry about me. I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay," you replied. "Goodnight, Natasha."

"Goodnight, Y/N."

The next morning, you felt just as safe with her as you had the day before, maybe even a little more.

So when you left to go back home, you knew you'd be coming back soon.

-

As the weeks passed, you began visiting her every day. It wasn't uncommon for you to spend the night with her, even if she wouldn't sleep in the same bed with you.

Today, you were planning to go right over to her as soon as you woke up, but you noticed a letter by your front door.

Hello Y/N, I've heard that you've done work at your local marketplace, so I'd like to invite you to work for me in my accountings and transactions department. Please let me know within the next two weeks. -Steve Rogers

You could hardly believe it. You were getting a job offer! You wouldn't have to be so dependent on the marketplace anymore, you would be able to have more than just the basic necessities!

You immediately went to research Steve Rogers, reading up on everything you could find about him.

From what you found, he lived across the country and had a very successful business.

Why did he want you of all people though?

You made your way to the marketplace, running to the familiar tent. You had the letter in your hands as you pushed through all the people, wanting to get to your boss.

He chuckled as he raised an eyebrow in amusement,

"You've been recommended!" Was all he told you.

You had an actual job offer across the country. You couldn't believe it.

You made your way back home, ready to find out everything you could about working in accounting and transactions.

As you searched through the books, eager to learn, your smile began to fade. It definitely wouldn't be a job you would enjoy.

But at the same time, you needed to get out of trying to make a living at the marketplace.

Just as you were about to research more, your eyes fell upon your rose. The same rose you didn't sell, that would always lead you to Natasha.

You couldn't leave without talking to her.

You had mixed feelings as you made your way to her house in the woods. You fiddled with the rose as it led you to her. You weren't sure how you'd be able to continue to visit her once you moved.

She seemed to to sense that something was on your mind as you walked through the door, as she immediately stopped what she was doing to go over to you.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing's wrong," you told her. "But I do have news to tell you,"

The witch gripped the back of the chair, raising her eyebrows to indicate for you to continue.

"I got a job offer," you told her, feeling a mix of emotions within you.

"That's exciting," she replied, loosening her grip on the chair. "What's the job?"

"I was told I would be in the accounting and transactions department,"

"Is that something you would want?"

"Well, it's a good money opportunity... so yes,"

"Well then I'm happy for you, Y/N, I really am,"

Now, your breath caught in your throat as you stared at her. She could tell there was something else.

"It's a job I'd have to move for," you said. "Like, across the country,"

It was as if the air fell silent. She whipped around, turning away from you.

"You'll be leaving here forever then?"

"Yeah..."

Natasha blinked away the tears forming in her eyes, still refusing to face you.

"You're moving across the country for a job that rewards you in something that does nothing for you?"

"I know how you feel about money, Natasha, but-"

"No, no," she cut you off. "It's your life, you get to do what you want."

Her voice cracked, and it almost sounded like she was holding back tears. You opened your mouth to say something, but she cut you off.

"You won't be needing that rose anymore,"

You held onto it tighter, but it was no use considering it appeared in her hand the moment she flicked her wrist.

"Natasha, wait-"

"No, Y/N, you better get going. You mustn't be late for your new moneymaking career,"

Now, tears began forming in your eyes. You were about to say something else, but the door opened again as she waved her hand.

"It's still light out, you'll be able to find your way back just fine."

You could hardly believe what was happening, but she simply shifted her gaze to the floor as she flicked her wrist one last time. It felt like you were hit with a gust of wind, forcing you to stumble backwards and out the door.

She was alone again.

-

Three days had passed, and all you could think about was Natasha. You were supposed to leave this evening, but your stomach was in a knot.

You tried to distract yourself by learning more about your new job, but it just wasn't interesting to you. Nothing about it made you light up.

Even though it had only been three days, you already missed Natasha.

You anxiously sat in your bedroom, replying your last moments with her in your head. You loved being with her, and you'd miss her.

But it's not like you could ignore the fact that unlike her, you do need money to survive.

So, you started packing your bag to get ready for your move. You were leaving this place.

-

As you walked to the train station, something in you felt heavy. Your hands were almost shaking with every step you took.

"Ticket, miss?" You were asked.

You looked at the train, but all you could think about was Natasha.

"Never mind, um, I'm sorry, I gotta go,"

Without another word, you ran out of the line. You kept running, finally feeling lighter.

You ran past the train station, smiling as you saw the woods up ahead of you.

By the time you were surrounded by trees, your breathing quickened again; you didn't have your rose, and you didn't know how to find Natasha when she had the spell up.

You fiddled with your fingers, feeling your heart race. Then it hit you; muscle memory.

You closed your eyes, thinking about where you were in the woods. You didn't pay attention to the trees around you, you only paid attention to where your legs were taking you.

Now, you were walking through the forest with your eyes closed, smiling widely.

You acted as if you were holding the rose, thinking about where you had to step.

You could do this.

Finally, you opened your eyes and recognized the three pine trees.

"Natasha!" You called for the witch, hoping she wasn't still mad at you.

"Natasha, please!" You called again, feeling the nerves again.

As if she heard the desperation in your voice, her house appeared before she stepped outside.

"What do you want, Y/N?"

Her eyes were green eyes didn't have the same warmth they normally had. Now, they were bloodshot and she had dark circles under them.

"I'm not taking the job," you told her, smiling once again.

"What do you mean?"

"I choose you,"

"What?"

"I choose you, Natasha,"

You took a few steps closer to her, connecting your hands to hers.

"You're right! I shouldn't sacrifice my happiness for money, especially when it's a job I don't even like! But you make me happy! I choose you,"

She could hardly believe the words coming out of your mouth. She raised one hand up to your face, gently rubbing her thumb against her cheek.

"You choose me?"

"I choose you,"

Before you knew it, you leaned forward and closed the gap between the two of you. She was surprised by this, but she gently moved her lips along yours nonetheless. You ran your hands up, letting your fingers run through her hair as you kissed her.

"Is that okay?" You asked as you finally pulled apart for air.

She was grinning at you.

Instead of replying, she grabbed your hands and kissed you again. She kept walking, forcing you to move backwards until she was pressing you up against a tree. Her tongue ran across your lips as she kept her grip on your wrists.

You smiled into the kiss, allowing yourself to get lost in the taste of her. You definitely made the right choice.

-

That day, not only did you find a natural, real rose; but the love of your life.

-

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Y/N and the Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day

ft. OikAka (Oikawa x Akaashi)

!GN Reader!

Thanks so much for the request anon! Ngl I've never considered this ship but it kinda makes a lot of sense? Like damn they'd be so cute together- and with the reader? Woo! Love it! Going to go for hurt/comfort in this one!

Also yes, the title is based on that one kids book.

Today had been a pretty terrible day for you. Your boss was in a bad mood- meaning she had been increasingly rude to you throughout the day, the office's wifi cut out while you were finishing up the report you had worked tirelessly on for the past week, and you had accidentally dropped your phone in a puddle- screen down- effectively cracking the screen and rendering it unusable (since the insides got wet too). Needless to say, it was quite possibly the worst day you've ever experienced. It took absolutely every ounce of strength to prevent yourself from bursting into tears in the street. There was nothing you wanted to do besides break down and eat a tub of ice cream- actually, being comforted by your lovers would be a good alternative. The only good thing that had happened so far was getting to go home early- since your boss was not in a working mindset and instead decided to go get drunk, a little after noon. It's not really a good thing actually, just means you'll have more work to do the day after tomorrow.

Crying sounded really good right now.

Fifteen minutes later you got off the bus and walked into your apartment complex. The elevator ride to the fifteenth floor was devoid of any other residents. Alone in your misery, you allowed your bottom lip to wobble.

The elevator dings- signaling that you've arrived on your floor.

You step out of the lift and into the hall. The walk to your front door is just as long as usual but somehow feels as though it took an eternity. Seems like your bad fortune followed you home- since the house key breaks, leaving the bottom half in the lock itself.

You're locked outside.

Again, it's a struggle to hold back the tears.

Keiji and Toru wouldn't be home at the moment, since the both of them were out on a date. (There's nothing wrong with that- it's just as important to have one on one dates as it is to have dates with the three of you. You also have plenty of dates with just Toru or Keiji by themselves.) Looks like you'll have to call your landlord... oh wait your phone is broken... and you forgot that he's on his yearly vacation in Seoul at the moment.

Maybe one of your neighbors will let you use their phone to call one of your partners! Nodding to yourself, you get up and knock on Rina-san's door. She's not home. Swallowing your mild frustration, you move along the hall to the next door. Kento-san's not home either. This pattern continues for the next few doors- eventually you just give up. The other apartments are vacant after all, still under renovation.

You return back to your apartment's door and slide down to the ground- back to the wood. Lips quivering, frustration evident, you bow your head and let the tears fall. There's no other noise in the hallway aside from your quiet sobs.

Today was just the worst.

Did you accidentally upset the universe somehow? Or maybe you said something disrespectful and some culture's god was angry at you.

Tears still streaming from your tear ducts, you let your head softly slam back against the door. There's so many things you're feeling right now. Sadness- because you really wanted to have a good day and now that you can't have that you want to be comforted, resentment- at the world, at yourself, at everyone. It wasn't fair- and by that you mean everything- every single, little thing was unfair. Anger- because damnit what else could you be feeling right now? The situation was beyond your control- anyone would feel angry in your shoes. It's hard to fathom that somewhere in the world, someone was suffering worse than you were at the moment.

You didn't care about them.

All you were focused on was how you were feeling.

Thinking that way suddenly made you feel very self conscious.

Maybe there was a reason for the day going like this.

A humbling experience perhaps?

That thought had you seriously wondering if you had actually done something unfathomably terrible... but your memory came up blank. 

The lift dinged.

You had to force yourself to look in the direction of the noise.

The overhead lighting seemed almost heavenly- surrounding your saviors in an unearthly way and appearing to give them halos. 

Why did they look so shocked to see you?

Isn’t that what they’re here to do?

Save you from your plight?

“Y/n darling, what are you doing here on the ground?” Keiji asks, beating Toru by a millisecond and running over to your side- pulling you into his comforting embrace. His hold makes you feel safe, likening him to the firm, concrete walls of strongholds. Yes, Keiji feels secure, strong, and upright. You just know that you can collapse against him and he won’t waver.

Looks like your tears aren’t dried out yet, because you let out a choked sob, dripping snot and all- burying your face into his neck. 

“Shh, it’s alright baby- me and Keiji have you.” Toru says softly, finally coming to your side and wrapping his long arms around the two of you. His hug feels different. It’s like lava- but not quite so. He could burn you- but he chooses to use his heat to bring you comfort instead- only burning those he deems a threat to what he calls his. He’s flexible but will give it all up at a moments notice- trading that mobility for statuesque stillness- letting himself cool, despite his better judgement, in order to become a tall, rock wall capable of protecting you and Keiji. 

You’re warm and you’re safe.

They construct walls around you.

So you let your own walls fall, trusting them to protect you when you’re at your most vulnerable.

“I-I had a really bad d-day.” You whimper into the ravenette’s milky skin. He can feel the hot tears against the column of his neck but chooses not to say anything- instead he holds you tighter. “My boss w-was in a s-shitty mood, I couldn’t f-finish my report in time c-cause the wifi cut out. My p-phone broke- and my k-key did too-” Overwhelmed once again, you cut yourself off and fall back into silence, sniffling quietly. 

“I’m sorry Y/n, you shouldn’t have had to go through all of that.” Keiji says- and you can hear the sincerity in his tone. You bask in his company for a long while, trying to pretend that time stopped- just for the three of you. 

“I need to get the key out okay? Then we can go take a nice bath inside, how’s that sound?” Keiji whispers softly, not wanting to upset you but also wanting you to understand the benefit of letting him go. You’re tempted to say no- wanting to just enjoy his touch, but your rational side tells you that you’ll get all the cuddles you want once you’re in the apartment. 

“O-okay... sounds good.” You move to cling to Toru, while Akaashi begins removing some bobby pins he has hidden in his hair and gets to work. 

“Hey babe.” Your brunette lover murmurs, turning your chin up to gaze into his eyes. “You’re wheezing so much, am I really that breathtaking?” The two of you stare at each other- personally you don’t know if you want to laugh at his horrible attempt at humor or if you want to cry. So you settle on slapping the back of his head. 

“Not the time ‘ru.” You scold, but there’s an undeniable smile on your face.

“Ouch... okay okay I’m sorry!” He apologizes, rubbing the back of his head. “I just hate seeing you so sad.”

“I know ‘ru... thank you.” Toru lets out an acknowledging hum and you can feel the way his heart beat increases ever so slightly. He’s so warm- his fiery love practically oozing out of his being. You love him so much.

A few minutes later, Keiji manages to get the broken part of the key out of the lock and the three of you can finally go home. He’s always been so clever- and you’re reminded again, why you love him.

The three of you head inside...

You take a relaxing shower (since all three of you can’t fit in the small bathtub), then cuddle up together on your king sized bed, tubs of ice cream in hand and candles lit to set the mood. Your favorite comfort show is streaming from the television, both the loves of your life sandwiching you between them, and you realize just how fortunate you are. 

You’ll take as many bad days as necessary- so long as you get to come home to this. 

Maybe, the universe was fair to some after all.

Just maybe- you could consider yourself one of the lucky ones.

I hope this was what you were looking for and more! It’s a little on the shorter side but I’m pretty proud of how it turned out!

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khun modern bf headcanons?

Hmm oof i am probably not the best person to be asking this cause I dont write fics or anything but I’ll do my best

So i realized that i just wrote plot stuff but im posting anyway cause i spent way too long on this ahaha 

apologies in advance for typos that I'm too lazy to go through and correct

Enjoy the headcanons that i wrote later + plots that i originally wrote and went on a long tangent on oops

Headcanons:

Khun would be that subtle overprotective boyfriend 

He’d just kinda silently watch from afar but he’d totally kill anybody who hurt bam in any way, shape, or form

But he’d like be SUPER sweet with bam like

Pet names yall PET NAMES like khun and bam would prob both mutually melt when they call each other pet names

Khun would always help bam with hw and whatnot, let’s pretend bam’s a physics genius cause thats just how i imagine him in modern life, always has trouble with law class (he’s  taking it just for khun so he can understand what khun’s talking about) so khun helps him

Khun would be a super smooth talker, can woo a n y b o d y, exceptional at speeches, captain of speech and debate team

Khun would never admit he’s jealous but like the whole gang would know (except for bam who’s clueless as usual) 

Like bam is friendly with everybody so khun’d just be like ugh screw yall 

But then bam always confides in him and spends a crapload amt of time with him so he knows he’s just doubting himself and he’s mad at himself about it cause he knows bam is loyal to a fault and would never betray him

When bam gets older bam uses this against him hehe

Khun would also be that bf that everyones jealous of 

Everyone would want to be with khun but he only has eyes for bam

Ignores everybody else who hits on him

Side note i still stan top!bam and bottom!khun 

Khun would also be super thoughtful and goes out of his way to help make bam’s life easier whether its doing chores or smth etc, and each time bam smiles at him and expresses his gratitude khun’s heart would melt for the 1000th time

But like secretly khun really likes confident and sexy bam

They’d probably roleplay ngl (let ur imagination wonder~)

Khun would enjoy just spending time with bam :’) just cuddling and doing mundane things, they’d be super adorable together, hugs and kisses and ah just too cute-

Khun secretly likes bdsm and bam knows this 😏they switch roles from time to time, i cant decide who’s sub/dom

Khun would plan a super elaborate proposal to bam but then somehow bam would catch him off guard and then khun would just blurt it out when they’re together <3

Khun’d always be up early to cook for bam, they both morning ppl tho khun’s always sleep deprived bc hes also a night owl 

Khun is shy with pda in public but eventually he and bam decide they dont care anymore and just hold hands and act all lovey dovey to the point where shibisu cant decide if he’s a proud dad or if he wants to throw up, rak is always proud of his turtles, endorsi and hatz literally want to throw up all the time and would die before admitting that they secretly approve of khunbam

Khun is all around a model bf that i am sure half the fandom would be willing to date but im sorry guys khun’s taken cause he’s only got eyes for bam~

Plot things/idk what they’re called:

CEO!khun and intern!bam

Assassin!khun and assassin!bam who eventually get together and destroy the corrupt system

Gdi i thought of so many while having dinner but i forgot

Hmmmm

Imagine bam as jue viole grace like forced to work in a gang or smth and then khun as the gang boss 

I totally dont have a thing for badass assassin themed things pls dont judge me

Teacher!khun and student!bam (ofc it’d be near graduation if u get my drift...😏)

Idk why i thought of this but imagine idol khun o.o wait YO idol khun + assistant bam

Tutor!khun and student!bam 

I feel like im literally just saying the same ideas

Theres a reason why im not a fic writer :’)

High school sweethearts -> angst bc parents dont approve, sad forced breakup, no contact -> get back together when older after a time-lapse when they’re more mature, heated reunion 

Best friends bam and khun since preschool, since they were in the womb, PINING, both of them scared to admit it cause they dont want to ruin their friendship, meanwhile the entire gang is betting on them getting together (aka mainly rak and shibisu betting, hatz, endorsi, anaak, (insert s2 and s3 gang dont wanna spoil) everybody etc)

Uni students with khun as a law major and bam as a cs major (both geniuses, nerd bam), roommates *insert smirk* lots of pining, blushes from them casually changing in front of each other...the rest is up to ur imagination

Khun and bam as rival sports teams coaches 

Age gap!khunbam (not a lot, somewhere between 5-8 yrs), with bam as the younger one who kept saying that he loves khun but khun just laughs it off bc bams a kid but then khun sees bam after he comes back from college and bam gets a massive glowup from clueless cinnamon roll to clueless cinnamon roll hottie who only has the hots for khun (still) and then khuns all like “fuck” *dies inside*

Single dad khun, bam as a daycare employee who keeps getting flustered by khun, khun takes interest in bam bc he doesn’t ask nosy questions like other ppl, and bam has these mesmerizing golden eyes

Tailor/dry cleaner owner!bam and office worker!khun who constantly needs his clothes to be altered so they fit exactly how he wants them to (this eventually results in awkward moments and blushing), and also dry cleans like his countless number of suits and dress shirts and whatnot

Author!khun and publishing assistant!bam (is it even called publishing assistant honestly i have no idea but u get what i mean right), khun never signs books but bam convinces him to 

Poet!khun and uni student!bam as a literature major who’s a big fan and wanted to meet khun at one of his signings but is too shy even though shibisu drags him there, accidentally bumps into khun in the bathroom, is all flustered, ends up talking to khun for super long, khun loves bam’s enthusiasm for the subject, offers to give feedback on bam’s poems, bam is literally about to combust, they have lots of meetings and khun flirts with bam who’s clueless but blushes a lot anyway, they kiss *ahem* the rest is history

Spy!khun and bam, khun realizing he doesn’t want to hurt bam, sends fake info back to his country (ruled by eduan and jahad), eduan finds out (sent khun out in the first place bc khun was a threat to him cause the ppl liked khun better), sends out an assassin to get khun, who knows this and escapes with bam somewhere, some complicated plot taht idk how to figure out but you get the drift, eventually khun rules the country with bam

Real estate agent khun and contractor bam, eventually start their own business together

Khun as student pres, also known as the ice king bc he’s turned down dating everyone who asked, bam as the transfer student who catches his attention  (bam with more of a jue viole grace complex), the silent physics genius who is also on par with khun when debating in speech and debate club 

Khun and bam as besties, always do their hw together and hang out after class (cause bam always needs help haha), something leads to them fake dating, eventually real dating 😏

Khun and bam as besties, always do their hw together and hang out after class (cause bam always needs help haha), someone (rachel, DO NOT KILL ME I HAVE A REASON) asks bam out and he doesn't know how to say no (the rest of the gang egging him to date cause they know khuns gonna be jelly) khun goes and sulks, eventually bam gets hurt and manipulated by her, khun is pissed off, rachel is reported for abuse, khun and the gang fight for bam, khun is there for bam all the time, after a while bam asks khun out of the blue if khun likes him (shibisu let it slip that khun is gay bc god knows bam is oblivious af), khun is shocked but says yes bc he cant hide it anymore, bam says he always loved khun but thought khun was straight (bc of some dumb rumor someone said) which was why he ignored his feelings and agreed to date rachel bc he just wanted to distract himself, lots of cuddling thereafter, they get together, rak wins the bet for when khunbam will get together, khunbam gets married

oh man that became way longer than i expected...anon i hope u enjoyed that? half of it prob made 0 sense ngl and idek if i answered the q properly?

kudos to you if you actually read like all my rambling :’)

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