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sarawritestories · 3 months

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Dance With Me, Pretty Girl

Cassian X Fem (Plus size )Reader

Summary: Cassian has been away on a mission for over a month and Reader just misses him and she was having a low self esteem day when she comes home and finds a surprise for her

Content warning: Low self esteem, lonely, so much fluff, not proofread

Word Count: 1,199 words

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This past month has been exhausting. You had tried to keep yourself busy and Rhys and Feyre kept you busy with small assignments and watching Nyx, but you missed your mate. This mission Your High Lorrd had him on was the longest you’ve been apart since the war. You smiled at the memory of when the mating bond snapped for you.

It was something out of a romance novel you were on a ladder at the bookstore you owned, reaching to get a book at the top when your foot slipped. The next thing you knew two large muscular hands had caught you and were cradling you in his arms. Your eyes met his and the bond snapped. Heat crept up your face, “Thank you, you can put me down, I know I’m pretty heavy.”

The male chuckled and you caught gleam of a red stone on his chest and your eyes widened, you were mated to the General of the Night Courts armies, “Sweetheart, you are not heavy.” He puts you down, though his hand slid from your back and grazed your arm a shiver ran through your spine as goose pimples rose from your flesh. His calloused scarred hand lifts yours to his lips and plants a kiss there and electricity thrummed through your body. His eyes widened and you felt it, felt him tugging on the bond, “I don’t even know your name,” He whispered.

“Y/N my name is, Y/N.” He grinned and you couldn’t help but reciprocate one for him,

“Y/N,” he tries your name out on his lips and his voice makes your stomach flip. “What a gorgeous name,” His eyes rake over my body and my voluptuous curves. “For a gorgeous female. My name is Cassian.”

And you have rarely ever been a part since that day. Though you both agreed to wait to accept the mating bond until you got to know each other and the two of you ended up spending everyday together. And he made sure to worship your body and always made sure that you always felt beautiful.

He’s been gone for the month and the most you had gotten was small caress down the bond in the morning and before he went to bed. Just to let you know he was thinking about you. Today had been the hardest day though, you woke up and looking at yourself in the mirror had been hard. All your clothes fitted you in all the wrong places and every blemish was amplified. Your hair would not cooperate with you. So, your hair went up in a bun you wore one of Cassian’s T-shirts shirts closing the patches for his wings and placed on sweatpants.

Rhys and Feyre had let you stay in the river house while your mate was away. When you came downstairs, they smiled at you, “Morning, Y/N.” Feyre beamed.

“Morning, I think I’m going to go home today.” Rhys and Feyre exchanged a look.

Rhys nodded in understanding, “Sure would you mind stopping into the city and running some errands for us.

Errands turned into going from one end of the city to the other grabbing odds and ends things, Paint brushes, stationary, baby shoes for Nyx, okay you couldn’t resist stopping the baby store to shop for the heir they did not ask you to go, but you loved spoiling your nephew. By the time you finished shopping for them the sun was setting, and you were ready to sleep in your own bed.

Unlocking the door, your eyes widened when you saw rose petals all over the floor. The roses led a path to your living room. Once you shut the door you follow the petals and then you feel it. Feel him and you run to the living room where Cassian is grinning broad his wings tucked back is armor gone. He’s in dress shirt and slacks a bouquet in one hand a dress in the other, “Hi you.” His voice warms your skin like a tight embrace.

“Hi, I thought you were going to be gone for a few more days.” I move down and I get a smell of his scent of sandalwood.

Cassian places the flowers and dress down and scoops you in his arms. His fingers digging into your soft flesh. Rhys said you were feeling lonely and that I did enough. Told him I would come home straight away. Though I needed my girl distracted for a little bit to make her feel extra special.” He kissed your nose, and it caused you to giggle.

That would explain why Rhys sent you all over the city you nuzzled into his neck, “I missed you.” You whispered.

He squeezed you lightly, “I missed you too.” He put you down and handed you the flowers and the dress. “Will you get dressed for me, Sweetheart? We are having a date night in.” He smiles, “But I want to dress for the occasion.”

You nod your head, and he pressed his lips to yours. When you pull away and turn, he takes the opportunity to slap your ass and you glare his way and he simply responds with a wink. You ran upstairs and got changed.

The dress was an evening gown that looked like it was dipped in starlight and the front had a deep V that accentuated your full breast and hugged your hips, it made you feel womanly and when you walked downstairs Cassian was pouring the wine. He looked up and his mouth dropped open. You felt self-conscious and hugged around yourself. “Don’t.” Cassian scolded walking over and pulling your arms from your body. “Don’t hide, you’re the most beautiful female in Velaris.”

I snort, “I’m sure Feyre and Mor would hate that you said that.

“I could care less about them. To me, you shine brighter than all the stars in the sky. I’m lucky to bask in a small fraction of that light.” He held out his hand. “As a matter of fact, dance with me, pretty girl.” You placed your hand in his and he pulled your hand close to his chest his hand enveloping over yours. The other hand wrapped around your waist until your stomach meets his toned chest, “Stop it.”

“Stop what,” You asked sheepishly.

“Stop comparing your body to mine. I have always found your body sexy. Always found you sexy and now I’m dancing with my sexy wife.” He pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes closing as the two of you began to sway with no music playing.

Your eyes fluttered close and gone are the self-doubt and concerns about life as he holds you close and swayed. The two of you spent hours just swaying around the kitchen where he whispered how much he loved you and was happy to be home. And in one swift move he pulls you put, spins you in and dips you, where he trails kisses from your neck all the way up to your lips where he lays so much passion and love in the kiss and down the bond. He was home and, in your arms, you were happy. Nothing else mattered.

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charlesswife · 1 year

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Una Noche En Mónaco ii

Mateo Con Una T (Mateo with one t)

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pairing: charles leclerc x latina! reader

summary: after a one night stand between you and charles, he continues on with his formula one career. until two months later, you come back claiming to be pregnant with his child.

warning: bad writing, charles is a bit of an asshole at first, google translate because i dont speak french, teen pregnancy, english isnt my first language so there might be some grammatical error.

a/n: THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU GUYS HAVE SHOWN IN THE FIRST EPISODE! It makes me so happy to know that you guys really liked it. I really have sooooo many ideas and twist for this book, like you guys have no idea, so always expect the unexpected hehehe

Just to clarify y/l/n is your last name. This is your story so I didn't want to give reader a last name.

second A/N: for some reason i can't write chapters on my phone because the letters are black. I have it in dark mode but i didnt have that problem before. does anyone else have that problem?

gif is not mine!

May 2018

Charles Leclerc was a gentleman. That's how I remember him. The way he took care of me after the several rounds of sex we had. He is definitely the kind of man I don't ever want to forget. He was very sweet and caring.

But he was only a one-night stand. I don't really know him, as him. The fact that I have to tell him I'm pregnant with his child absolutely terrifies me. I wish my parents were here. If they were, I don't think I would be in this situation.

Charles sent me the address where he was staying at. As I got closer to the place, I realized it was the same place where I woke up. Is this his apartment?

Steph left me at the doorstep. I needed her as moral support, just in case things didn't go as planned.

"Go," Steph said as she hugged me. "I'll be waiting in the car, don't worry. If he does anything, we'll sue him. You have the money for it"

Money wasn't a problem for me. I just wanted him to be there, I'm scared and I don't want to do this alone. I know Steph is here for me, but it is not her responsibility at all, it is mine and his.

I took a long breath and rang the bell. Steph went back to the car and after a few minutes, Charles opened the door.

He had such a bright smile on his face. "Oh, cara mia," he pulled me into his apartment and then close the door. He grabbed my face with both of his hands and try to kiss me but I pushed him slightly by his chess. His thick brows frowned a bit and then he asked, "What's wrong?"

I looked at him in the eyes and said. "We need to talk"

February 2023

I walked to my bookstore with Mateo in hand. Steph was the first one to greet us.

"Auntie!" Mateo let go of my hand and ran to my best friend.

"Maty!" Steph got down to the level of my kid and hugged him. "Uff, why are you getting so big, huh? How is my favorite godson doing?"

Mateo laughed. "I'm your only godson, tia" (aunt)

"How would you know, Alexander Jules?"

"Mommy told me, and Mommy would never lie," he pointed at me. "Verdad, mami?" (right, Mommy?) he looked back at me.

"Si, mi amor (yes, my love)" I nodded at him. "Stay with your tia (aunt) while I check stuff in the store, okay? And don't forget to pick up a book" I told him, to which he nodded.

Mateo Alexander Jules Y/l/n is four and one quarter. He likes to remind people of that. He is the most educated boy I know, and I'm not saying that just because I'm his mother, but because it's the truth. I have seen other kids and they are horrible, ungrateful brats. I hate kids. Except for my son. I want to think I did a good job raising him. He looks a lot like Charles. From the eyes' color and shape to the dimples to the hair, to the lips.

I walked around the store, checking books that needed to be restocked and putting some books back in place. I went to the cafe and got my regular iced coffee.

I walked around again until I got to my favorite section. Murder & Mysteries. In there, I saw a lady. Probably in her mid-50s. Blonde hair, she was dressed casually. She was looking around at the books. Picking one up, reading the back, and then putting the book back on the shelf.

"Do you need any help?" I asked her.

She turned around and looked at me up and down. "Oh, dear. I thought I was alone. You work here?"

"Something like that," This answer seemed to confuse her. "Is there anything I could help you with?"

She turned her sight to the books again. "Well, I'm trying to find a good mystery book but none of them catches my eye. I'm looking for something similar to Alexander Y/l/n or Perla Campos. They are my favorite authors"

I stared at her for a second. What are the odds? I looked back at the bookshelf until I found the book I was looking for. "This one should do."

She looked at the cover and asked "The Seven and 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle?"

"It's not as near as good as what Alexander Y/l/n and Perla Campos used to write, but if you like their books, I'm sure you'll like this one," I explained as I see her read the back of the book. "Another option would be 'The Secret Inheritance' by Cassandra Matthew." (lmao idk if that book is real)

I handed her the book and she took it gladly. She read the back and then looked at me. "These are very good suggestions! Thank you, dear. What's your name?"

"Y/n," I told her.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Pascale"

August 2018

Pregnancy wasn't easy. I never thought I would cry so much in the span of 5 minutes just because I ran out of my favorite gelato.

Today was my fifth visit to the doctor, and I was nervous as hell. I am more bigger than a regular pregnant woman, it has me fearing for my baby's life or even mine.

"Okay, Y/n. You know the drill. Lay down, and lift your shirt up. As always the gel is cold" Dr. Williams said. She is always so gentle with me. Maybe she pities me.

"I have concerns," I told her. She looked at me as she was putting on the gel. "My belly looks bigger than normal, is that okay?"

"It depends, in most cases, yes. It means the baby is healthy. But let's take a look" She moved her sight to the machine. The image of my baby appears immediately in the sonogram. She moved the transducer to another spot on my belly and I could see her eyes widen a bit. She was going on up and down in the same area. "I think I have a better answer to your question." She looked at me and said, "You're having twins"

February 2023

"Mami, can I read Nancy Drew?" Mateo came running to me as he showed me the first book in the series.

I looked at the book and say "I don't think so, love. It might be too much for you. This is for bigger kids"

"But I am a big kid!" The old lady, Pascale, laughed.

"This is your son?" she asked.

I nodded with a smile. Mateo looked at Pascale and stayed quiet. He knew it was rude to interrupt conversations. He got behind me, hiding.

Pascale tilted her head for a moment, narrowed her eyes a bit, and murmured "He kind of looks like... never mind. What's your name, little boy?"

He looked at me for a second. "Answer her, baby. It's rude to not answer to elders" I told him.

"I'm Mateo with one T" he lifted one finger.

This made Pascale laugh again. "Nice to meet you, Mateo with one T"

"Why don't you take the book to Tia and tell her I say to check it out" Mateo nodded and ran towards the register, he stopped for a second and came back walking.

"Goodbye," He said to Pascale while giving her a little waving and then walking back to the register.

"He looks like a bundle of joy," Pascale said as she sees Mateo walk away.

"He is," I agreed. "Is there anything else I can help with?"

"No, that's all. Thank you for the help. I'm ready to check out."

We walked to the register and started the process to check her out. I did the usual routine. I asked if she had an account with us, which she didn't, but she decided to get one.

"Okay, Pascale. What's your last name?"

"You can just put an L," I did as she told me. As I was checking out her books, she said "This is such a pretty bookstore. I have never been here before."

"Thank you," I said.

"She's the owner," Steph spoke as she was playing hands with my son, who shushed her for butting in the conversation.

Pascale looked at me with wide eyes. I laughed at her reaction. She inserted her card and paid. I put her books in a bag and grabbed one of the coupons. "Here is a ten-percent coupon to use on your next visit!"

"I will definitely come back. I need to tell you if I like the books or not."

"Oh boy," I laughed.

"I might even bring one of my sons with me" Oh boy... This isn't the first time a mother has try to set me up with their kids.

"Please do!" Steph yelled. Mateo put his small hands in her mouth and murmured a small 'no tia, don't talk'.

"See you next time, Pascale"

"Bye Y/n," She walked to the entrance as she passed my boy, she turned and say "Goodbye, Mateo with one T"

"Bye-bye."

After she left the store, Steph turned to me. "She didn't say goodbye to me. How rude?"

"Jesus Christ, Steph. Why would you tell her that?" I elongated the a in 'that'.

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I know I left you guys with open scenes between the first and third scenes but everything is for a reason!!! I might do Charles POV on the next one!!! Trust the process guys, things are going to get sooo good.

If you guys don't know (just in case) Pascale is Charles' mother.

Please let me know what you think of it. I would really appreciate any type of comment, whether is your opinion or just anything! It would def motivate me to keep going. I would really appreciate if you guys like and repost as well! So other people can be aware of this story.

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daydreamingyuta · 10 months

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Congrats for your 200 followers!!! I would like to see prompt 17 with johnny, a friends to lovers kinda thing, like he realising that is in love with her and asking her on a date

Flustered | Johnny Suh

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Word Count: 2k

Prompt: 17 "Please help me pick out an outfit."

A/N: Hi!! Thank you! and thank you for requesting! This was so much fun to write, I hope you like it! <3

"No, it's this Saturday." You say, on the phone, with your bestfriend Johnny.

"Oh, but aren't we going to the bookstore that day?"

"Yeah! That won't take too long, my work dinner is at 7."

"Oh good, I thought you were trying to get out of seeing me." Johnny says with his usual sarcasm.

"Never."

"Hey, I just got to the studio, I'll see you Saturday."

"Bye!"

⸻

Saturday comes by quicker than you had expected it to. You had been working overtime every day this week so it wasn't a surprise that you had slept through the alarm you had set.

"Of course you're still sleeping."

You're startled awake from the sound of Johnny's voice right above you. "What are you doing here already?"

"It's noon. We were supposed to go to the bookstore an hour ago. But, like the gentleman I am, I let you sleep in but I'm getting bored now."

"You've been here for an hour watching me sleep?"

"You wish. Your roommates made some lunch, and I ate with them."

A twinge of jealousy runs through your body, which is absolutely unwarranted. Johnny was just a friend and a grown man; he could do whatever he liked.

You got out of bed, did your skin care, and then got dressed into your usual outfit, jeans and a t-shirt. When you went back into your room, Johnny had made your bed for you and had grabbed your tote bag.

Johnny was always doing things like this. Little acts of kindness. He didn't know that his actions gave you butterflies every time. If only you were brave enough to tell him.

You go to grab your tote bag away from him, but he moves so that you can't grab it. "I'll carry it y/n, go put your shoes on."

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The bookstore was having a huge sale which is why you really wanted to go. You had told Johnny that you needed him to help you carry all the books you were going to buy, which was true, but you also just wanted to spend some time with him. Plus, you and Johnny used to read together all the time when you two were in school, and you always tried your very best to get him back into reading.

As you two browse the bookstore together, you have to restrain yourself from buying every book you see. You settle on a couple that you have been really looking forward to reading. Every time you pick up a book that you want to get, Johnny notices and grabs it from you so that you don't have to hold them.

"You really don't have to hold everything, you're still carrying my tote bag too."

"Isn't that why I'm here? You needed a big strong man like myself to help you carry the three hundred books you getting?"

"Keep talking and I'll actually get three hundred books for you to hold."

"I can handle the weight, but I don't think your wallet could." Johnny says as he walks away from you, making that fake shocked face he makes every time he disses you.

You finish walking around the bookstore, extra slowly now, to make Johnny pay for that comment. After a while though, you pay for all your books and head back to your apartment.

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You two get back to your apartment and you immediately start going through all the books you bought, trying to decided which one you are going to read first. Since you slept in though, you were out for longer than expected so you had to start getting ready for your work dinner. You had almost forgotten that Johnny was still at your place when you heard the Netflix sound coming from your tv. Johnny was laying on your bed, deciding what movie to watch.

"Oh Johnny, remember I have that dinner tonight? I have to start getting ready now."

"Ok." He says, still looking through Netflix.

"Whatever." You say as you make your way over to the bathroom because you wanted to do your hair first. You decided on a straight hairstyle that was half up and half down. You still had no idea what you were going to wear, but this hairstyle would go with almost any outfit.

Once you were finished, you started on your makeup. You wanted to wear a bit more makeup than usual, as this was a fancy dinner. This took a little longer than normal, but you had always loved the process of doing your makeup because it was almost therapeutic.

Once you finally got done with your makeup, you walked back into your room. Johnny had settled on an action movie, and he was almost halfway through. You walk over to the remote that's laying by his side and press pause.

"Johnny since your here, please help me pick out an outfit."

"Ok, let me just finish this scene."

He presses play and you walk over to your closet to see your options. The main reason why your outfits usually consisted of jeans and a t-shirt was because picking out an outfit was always so hard for you. You were thankful that Johnny was here though, for the past couple of years now he definitely became more and more fashionable.

"Alright, what's the type of outfit you're thinking about wearing tonight?" Johnny says, right behind you. So close behind you that you freeze up. He reaches out his arms to start looking through what you have. This traps you in between your closet and his chest. You try to answer his question, but your mind goes blank.

At your silence he puts his arms down and steps a bit away from you. "Huh?"

You finally feel like you can breathe again. "um, yeah. I was just thinking. um, it's going to be a bit on the fancier side but not too fancy. I was thinking maybe a dress."

You watch his face as his eyebrows go up and a smile forms on his lips. "You haven't worn a dress since we were like 12."

"Not true, I wear dresses sometimes, you just haven't seen me in one since we were 12."

"Ah, then let's see your options."

You pull out the very limited amount of dresses you do own for Johnny to look through. He doesn't look for long though, his eyes immediately goes towards your blue sundress.

He holds it up and considers it for a minute before handing it to you. "This one, for sure."

"Are you sure? I was thinking maybe the purp-"

"No." He says a bit too hastily. "I mean do whatever you are feeling, but I think the blue will look really nice."

"Ok." You say as you head into the bathroom to try it on.

You put the dress on, and you had to admit that it looked really nice. You had bought it a while ago but never had the chance to wear it yet, so you were glad to finally have it on. You walk out of the bathroom and head straight to where you keep your shoes.

"Hey, wait, let me see." Johnny says as he stops you.

You turn around and do a little pose for him. "You like it?"

But instead of Johnny's usual smart remarks, he's silent. He just nods his head yes.

"Oh. Should I try on the purple dress?"

"No. Don't change." He says, softly.

You hesitantly head over to your shoes, unsure of why Johnny is acting so strangely. He's not the type to lie to you if he really didn't like the dress, but his reaction was so unlike him.

You pick a pair of short white heels to go with your dress. They're super cute while also being comfortable. You sit down and try to put your shoes on, but the left strap is giving you trouble. "Hey, Johnny can you help me-"

"I'm gonna go get some water."

Even more confused, you try again to put you shoe on and eventually get it yourself. You get up and grab your purse that's hanging on your chair. When you head into the kitchen, Johnny seems to have regained his composure, he can at least look you in the eyes again.

You're all ready to go, when all of a sudden, the lights shut off. You try to turn the light switch on and off and nothing happens. You walk down the hallway and see that all the lights in the apartment is shut off.

"We lost power?"

"How? It's sunny outside." Johnny says, looking out the window.

"Maybe it will come back on in a minute."

As you two wait, you feel a vibration going off from inside your purse. You get out your phone and see that a text from your boss was sent in your work group chat. "Hey, looks like the power is out all over the city. Apparently, there was a small fire at the city's electrical grid and the power will most likely be out for a couple of hours. The restaurant called and said we could reschedule, so the dinner will be postponed to next Saturday."

You told Johnny what happened and how your dinner got canceled. You start to head towards you room to change when Johnny grabs your arm gently. "Y/n, what are you doing?"

"I'll just change into my sweatpants, since I'm not going out anymore."

"Who says you're not going out?"

"Hm?"

"Well, it would be a shame if we let such a pretty little outfit go to waste."

You felt yourself blush. Johnny always teases you but the way he said this was different. "Where are we gonna go?"

"For a drive."

That's all Johnny says before he walked into your room and quickly came out with your tote bag. Again, he insisted on carrying it but it looked bulkier than normal, so you knew he put something in there. You decide not to question it though, still stuck on what he just said.

⸻

It had been a while since you and Johnny just went out for a drive, and you were enjoying every minute of it. He's playing a playlist that you two made together years ago and it was effectively making you both nostalgic.

After about a 15 minute drive, he pulls into a parking spot. You had never been here before, but it had a pretty view of the entire city. You two sit together for a few minutes, enjoying the music and the scenery, but after a while you had to ask him what was going on.

“Johnny, can I ask you something?" You say as you turn to face him. "Why were you acting so weird before?”

“Oh… you just look very pretty in that dress, it took me by surprise." Johnny says, not making eye contact with you, playing with the hem of his shirt. "Not that you aren’t always pretty, you are. But you usually don't wear dresses, so I guess I forgot to control my reactions around you.”

“Control your reactions?”

“Yeah, it would be kinda hard to be friends if every time I saw you I got all flustered.”

“But why-”

“You really don’t know how beautiful you are do you?

You didn't know how exactly to respond to that, your mind racing with so many questions. You settle on a question that you already knew the answer to. "You mean that in a friend way, right?"

"... No y/n."

"No?"

"You don't believe me?"

"I do, I just have so many questions, Johnny."

"Well then why don’t you let me take you out on a date and we’ll talk through all your questions.”

“You… you wanna take me out?”

Johnny looks at you and it’s like you like he’s never looked at you before. It’s weird to see your best friend with such longing in his eyes, but it’s also the very thing that you’ve been wanting for so long.

“Y/n, you don’t have to let me know right now. You can take your time and think about it. I know I just brought it up unexpectedly, but I think we both have been having feelings for each other for a while now. But I don't want to put pressure on you, just tell me yes or no whenever you know your answer.”

You two had been having feelings for each other for quite a while now. You had been going back and forth in your head about whether or not his actions were flirtatious or not for the entire past year. You turn your head to look out the car window so that you can hide the big smile on your face.

You already knew your answer, but before you could say anything you see Johnny reach into the back of the car. He’s holding your tote back and pulls out two books.

“Here, this is the book you looked the most excited about when you got it at the store today.” Johnny says as he hands you the book.

You can see that he brought a book for himself that you had owned for a long time, it was one of your favorites that you had been trying to convince Johnny to read for a while. You two sat in the car, music playing at a low volume, reading. Every once in a while, you caught Johnny looking at you and then start to read again, pretending like he wasn’t just staring at you.

It's just now starting to get darker, only a few spots of pink scattered around the sky, left over from sunset. You two put your books down to enjoy the view. You stayed like that for a while, until the pink faded. That’s when you turned to Johnny.

“Johnny?”

“Hm?” He says as he turns his head to you.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yeah.” You say as you turn your face away from him to hide your blush. You can’t see his face right now but you know the exact smile that’s on his lips right now.

You definitely had not expected this day to end like this, but you've never been more thankful for a power outage than you are right now.

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izumi-fanclub · 7 months

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A3! Event Story Translation “Ah, My Dearly Beloved” [ Chapter 1 ]

Azami and Chikage catch each other buying... magazines!

Azami

…Okay.

Chikage

What’s okay?

Azami

Wh…

(This dude of all people.)

Chikage

It’s rare to see you in a bookstore, Azami. What’d you get?

Azami

…Make-up mag.

Chikage

Heh…

Azami

I-it’s not a weird magazine!

Chikage

A weird magazine?

Azami

…Tch, you know what those weird magazines are! What are you even here for?

You seem more like an e-book typa guy than anything.

Chikage

Well… don’t get ahead of yourself, Azami.

Azami

*Azami gets flustered and blushes*

Wh…!?

Chikage

…Wanna take a look?

Azami

*He's still blushing*

I… I don’t wanna look at that stuff!!

Azami

…We’re back.

Chikage

Good to be home.

Izumi

Azami-kun and Chikage-san, welcome home, you two. I don’t usually see you together.

Azami

I guess.

Chikage

We just happened to meet up when I dropped by somewhere.

Izumi

Really…?

Omi

Just got home.

Azuma

We’re back.

Azami

Wouldn’t this be more of a rare combo?

Azuma

Fufu, a friend of mine was gonna give me some of this season’s produce, so I went with Omi to pick it up.

Omi

We’ll have an autumn hotpot tonight filled to the brim with mushrooms and seafood.

Azuma

I’ve also got a lot of local sake. Feel free to indulge as much as you like.

Izumi

That’s what I like to hear!

Chikage

Oh right, I was meaning to talk to Azuma-san about something.

Azuma

Me?

Chikage

Have you been to the ryokan* on this cover?

Azuma

A travel magazine?

Izumi

Wow, a Noh stage* adorned with autumn leaves… talk about pretty.

Azami

(Wait, this place, it kinda looks familiar.)

(Hmm… I can’t remember.)

Azuma

…Aah, “Sayuru Pavilion” is the place. It's a well-established ryokan famous for their beautiful garden and a separate Noh stage that goes along with it.

Izumi

Dang, you don’t typically see a Noh stage in a ryokan.

Azuma

Sayuru Pavilion’s also known for seasonally holding performances of “The Tale of Genji”——

Azami

Izumi

What’s wrong, Azami-kun?

Azami

…Nothing.

Azuma

Yeah? …Their popular open air baths are also decorated to match the image of “The Tale of Genji.”

Omi

Ooh, it’s all coming back to me now. I remember it from way back some time in Autumn. Reservations for both the lodging and garden tours are hard to come by.

Azuma

That’s right, I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, but I can’t go there just yet.

Such a shame that I can’t go.

Chikage

Don’t worry about it.

Azuma

Still, I don’t see you with a travel magazine often, Chikage, is it for work?

Chikage

Yeah, I’m just looking for a place to have dinner.

It’s easier to find hidden gem-like places in old-fashioned magazines that haven’t been digitized yet.

Azami

…Wait, it was just a travel magazine all this time?

Izumi

You guys meet at the bookstore then?

Azami

How the hell did you catch on!?

Izumi

You both have the same bookstore logo on your paper bags…

Azami

Damn it…

Chikage

You’re quite perceptive, Director-san.

Izumi

Fufu, why thank you!

So, what’d you buy, Azami-kun?

Azami

…Make-up magazine. Whatever, I’m heading to my room, just call me when dinner’s ready.

Izumi

O-okay…

Omi

What’s up with Azami, all of a sudden?

Chikage

Don’t think too hard on it, he’s a growing boy, that’s all.

Azuma

Fufuu, oh I see…

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A ryokan would be a traditional Japanese inn. It usually has tatami-matted rooms, communal baths and other public spaces. People tend to wear yukatas there.

A Noh stage would be a stage where Noh performances, a type of old traditional dance-drama play, is set on. They look something like this:

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Somewhere in Italy

(Part 1/2)

I heard Grapejuice and thought about drinking wine with Harry in Italy, because even though I adore winter, I had a sudden longing for summer.

In the story Harry IS famous BUT the reader doesn’t know he is.

Hope you like it.

Pairing: Y/N & Harry

AND be warned, there’s smut in the next part, which will be posted one of the next days

Word count: 5961

(Btw I DO NOT speak Italian, so I hope the few Italian translations are correct, otherwise I’m sorry)

The sun was shining down upon the grey pavement, making it almost unbearable to tread on with bare feet. That didn’t stop Y/N from doing it though. She found it one of the most joyous things in the summertime. Walking around, enjoying the outside without being constricted to wearing shoes. This way she got to feel the earth in all its forms beneath her. And it felt wonderful. If she could do it all year around, she would. Unfortunately, though, hypothermia is very real.

But right now, it was mid-July, the days were long and warm, the nights short and starry, and she was waltzing around in her own little world, exploring the town in Italy where she usually would go on vacation. The town was very small and consisting of all she loved about the Italian culture. Everything looked like it was painted with beautiful and artistically curved brush strokes, looking simultaneously random and carefully considered. It had narrow cobbled streets, with compact crooked houses, barely making room for each other. A palette with all the warm and bright colours you could imagine covering every surface.

It wasn’t an abnormality for Y/N to walk around in her own little world. In fact, she did it more than what was probably considered healthy. But in a place like this, she just couldn’t help it.

The first time she went here she had bought a little bookstore, not able to refuse the idyllic idea of owning such a precious little one-of-a-kind thing. It was only open for two months every summer, the two months she would be here of course. But sometimes during the small vacations as well, like if she for some reason didn’t spend Christmas with her family, or during spring break. The local people of the town were always glad to see her and greeted her with great joy whenever she was back. Some even brought her flowers she could put out in the little store; others brought her wine which she much enjoyed drinking in her little garden behind her house, that she rented out when she wasn’t occupying it herself.

Walking down along the promenade, Y/N was greatly occupied by the heavenly view of the sunset over the ocean. Her habit of daydreaming had seemingly made her unaware that something was wrong. It wasn’t until she could hear the bottom of her tote bag rip, dropping all the twenty-or-so books inside to the cobbled ground beneath, that the real world got her attention again. Too late, unfortunately. Y/N wasn’t usually one to curse, however she couldn’t help but let a hissed fuck fall from her lips. Looking defeatedly at the mess, she could do nothing else but bend down, picking the books up one by one, carefully examining them to see if any damage had been done. When she got to book number seven, it became more of a struggle to find how she was ever going to carry all of them home, seemingly an impossible task to balance all twenty books in her arms. She stood up and started to unfold a plan in her head about how she could do this in the most practical way, until a deep voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Hai bisogno di aiuto?”

She couldn’t help but let a shriek leave her at the unexpected sound, nearly dropping some of the books again. But the man that had suddenly appeared in front of her was quick to reach out both of his hands, stabilizing the books in her arms again.

“Grazie.” Y/N said as a reflex, only then looking up to see who had come to her rescue.

Before her stood a man. And a heavenly one at that. He was out running it seemed, his tall figure covered in a grey t-shirt with the sleeves bend up, showing off more of his strong arms, the left one painted with ink all over, the right one only containing a few drawings. Shorts showed off his legs, another tattoo peeking out from the fabric which stopped mid-thigh, and she couldn’t help but think how she really wanted to see the rest of that tattoo. Just out of pure curiosity, nothing else. To her despair, black, squared sunglasses were covering his eyes, but she was nonetheless convinced that his face was one made by the gods. A smile so charming that even though the Italian sun was burning hot, that smile would be the reason she finally melted if she looked at it long enough.

“Vuoi che ti aiuti? Uhm, Po-posso poartare alcuni dei li-libri per te?” The man stuttered in a half Italian, half - what sounded like a - British accent. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, and he looked at her waiting to see if she had completely understood what he said, hoping internally that he hadn’t accidentally said anything inappropriate. It had happened to him a few too many times.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at his politeness. Though she didn’t want to put him through the misery of not knowing, that he could easily communicate with her in his native tongue, as he seemed to find his lack of finesse for the Italian language a bit embarrassing.

“Thank you so much for wanting to help me. I do speak English if you would rather prefer that?” Y/N asked, tilting her head the slightest bit. She watched as a slow smile erupted on his face, followed by a defeated chuckle.

“Is my Italian really that bad?”

“No, no don’t worry, everything you said was right,” Y/N quickly reassured him, “but a British accent is kind of hard to hide”

“Yeah, I can’t really run from that.” He chuckled again, scratching the back of his neck “You shouldn’t, I love British accents.” Y/N uttered before she could even think about what she was saying. Her eyes went big, and she could feel her face heating up the moment she realized what it had sounded like. God no, that was inappropriate. She didn’t want this stranger, who she had just met, thinking that she was coming on to him. Not so soon anyways. But his reaction was another than she’d expected. His eyes, like hers, had a moment of surprise, before his whole expression changed to a more cocky one, and a smirk formed on his lips.

“You do? Mmh, that’s good to know.”

“I- I didn’t mean it like that, I just… uhm. I’m Y/N” she said. Instead of stuttering her way through an apology, a change of subject would do the situation good she thought.

“I’m Harry.” He replied, reaching out his hand for her to take. “It’s lovely to meet you. Do you need me to carry them somewhere for you?” he then asked, after letting go of her hand again, and gesturing down towards the ground where the rest of the books were laying, which Y/N momentarily had forgotten all about.

“You really don’t need to; I don’t want to bother you.” “You’re not bothering me, I’m offering.” He said so genuinely that Y/N couldn’t’ help but take him up on his kind offer. Anything else would be rude. And besides, his company didn’t seem all that bad so far.

“I guess you’re right. Yes, thank you so much. I live just down the street from here.”

Harry nodded, before bending down to pick up the 13 or so books with ease, stabilizing them in his arms. “Lead the way.”

The two of them walked side by side, down the beautiful promenade in silence for a couple of minutes, before curiosity got the best of Harry.

“What are you doing with this many books?” he asked, looking at the old hardbacks laying in his arms.

“I own a bookstore.” Y/N casually shrugged, not really thinking of it as an impressive thing. Harry did, though.

“No way! You do?” he exclaimed with excitement. “That is so cool.” He shook his head, as if he couldn’t quite believe it. He was very fond of books himself and thought he had quite the collection at home. But it was nothing compared to owning a bookstore.

“You think so?” Y/N asked. That wasn’t the reaction she had expected, usually people that weren’t from this little town thought it sounded lonely or boring, as if most bookstore owners were somewhat weird or antisocial and introverted people.

“Of course! Is it here? In this town?” Harry asked eagerly, now wanting nothing more than to see the place. He could only imagine what treasures the charming girl beside him had collected.

“Yes. It’s just at the other end of the promenade, down a little street, hidden away between two buildings.” Y/N explained, making Harry furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“But shouldn’t I help you carry these to the store instead?” “I’ve closed it for today. I’m just taking these home to fix them, some of them have pages falling out and are very worn.” Y/N explained to which Harry nodded, silently disappointed that he wouldn’t be visiting the store today.

As they approached a small two-story building, painted in a light-yellow colour Y/N slowed down and turned to look at Harry. “This is me.” His eyes scanned over the building while smiling to himself, as he could imagine her living there. Cozy and small, all windows adorned with bouquets of flowers in every colour, the white curtains pulled to the side to let the sunlight in.

“You can come in if you want?” Y/N muttered unsure if he was in fact just being polite, or if he did take an interest in maybe getting to know her better, as she had taken an interest in him. Harry turned his eyes away from the building, looking at Y/N instead, a smile adorning his face as he proclaimed, “I would love to.”

Inside Y/N’s small house, it looked just as he had imagined. Nearly every surface of every wall was covered in some kind of art. Posters, paintings, sculptures, flowers, plants. A whole wall in the living room was dedicated solely to a bookcase, filled to the rim with books. Earthly and relaxing colours were all around, making the space seem much less messy, than you could otherwise imagine it would. Y/N stepped over to a small dresser, standing in the hallway leading to some stairs at the end. She carefully put the books down, and turned to look at Harry, who seemed lost in a trance, studying every inch of her small house.

“This is my living room, through there is the kitchen and a door out into the little garden I have. You can go out there if you want, I just need to get these books upstairs into my office.” She said, reaching out her hands to take the books he so politely still was holding.

“Let me help you with that, don’t want you to drop them all again.” he chuckled, clutching the books in his arms a bit tighter, so she couldn’t take them from him.

Y/N looked at him for a moment before a small smile formed on her face as she shook her head slightly. Figuring there was no point in arguing with him, as she was certain he wouldn’t give in.

Her sweet voice just barely reached his ears, as she shyly uttered a Thank you, before once again picking up the books and making her way up the stairs.

Harry obediently followed behind her, trying to be somewhat of a gentleman. Though it was hard, as her small sundress flickered a bit with every stair she climbed, giving him a better view of the soft, tanned thighs hidden beneath. Dirty thoughts overtook his mind, thoughts about what it would feel like to trace his fingers up her legs, he bet himself they would be soft. He thought about how he would leave goosebumps on her skin, as she would shiver at the pleasure of his touch. How he himself would get goosebumps just by the privilege of getting to touch her.

Feeling guilty, he shook his head cursing himself, as he tried to shake the thoughts off him.

“You’ve just met her you creep, Jesus.” He whispered to himself.

“Did you say something?” Y/N turned to look at him, as they’d both finally reached the top.

“No, nothing.” Harry quickly stammered, feeling heat rush to his cheeks at the embarrassment of nearly being caught.

“Alright” Y/N just grinned, willingly believing him.

After a few steps in the narrow hall they were now occupying, Y/N turned to her left, and used her elbow, opening the door into another room. The floorboards creaked slightly as she stepped further inside, laying the books on a dark-brown, mahogany desk, standing in front of a window, that Harry assumed overlooked her small garden, she had referred to earlier.

“You can just put them over here.” she said, standing behind the desk, while quickly organising the books into different piles.

Harry obeyed, carefully putting the books down, feeling a small relief in his arms as he had carried them around for quite a while now.

“So, this is your office?” he asked, looking around him. It resembled her living room a lot, though smaller. A little bookcase was stood against the wall opposite the door, adorning books that all had labels on the side of them. He walked a bit closer until he could see what the labels read. “Repaired”, “Needs new back,”, “Pages falling out”, “Needs new front,”, “Repaired”,” Repaired”, “Keep?” and so on.

“You really fix all these books yourself?” He asked, not having thought that he could’ve been more astonished by the girl that he only had met a mere hour ago.

“Yeah, I do. It’s kind of a hobby of mine, I guess.” Y/N quietly said, not seeming like she cared for bragging about any of her talents, even though Harry thought that bragging would be thoroughly acceptable in a situation like this.

“That’s really impressive, Y/N.”

Her heart quickened its pace the slightest bit at his praising words, and she quickly looked down, investigating some of the books on her desk, so he couldn’t see her now rosy cheeks.

Looking further around the room, seeming in no hurry to leave at all, Harry noticed an old record player standing in the corner, and at least a 100 vinyl records, stacked beside it. Of course, he thought to himself, this girl is like taken straight out of the 70’s.

“Do you, do you want something? I have water, soda, wine, coffee?” Y/N asked, walking around her desk to stand in front of it.

“I would love-” Harry was just about to accept her offer, a cup of coffee and more time to talk with her seeming like the best evening he could think of, but his phone rang before he could finish his sentence. He quickly pulled it out of his pocket, muttering an “excuse me” before stepping out of the room to answer.

Y/N, who was now left alone for the first time since she met him, could finally gather her thoughts around the whole thing. She felt completely mesmerized by the ridiculously handsome man that was currently in her house. Rarely had she met someone so sincere and real, who she felt like she could listen to talk until the end of the world. At the same time, of course, she wanted to pounce him, in the truest sense of the word. Or she wanted him to pounce her, as she was much too shy to insinuate anything like that. It was like a fire awoke inside her whenever he merely looked at her. Caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice when Harry appeared again, having finished his phone call.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed as a worried expression was covering his face.

“Oh yeah, of course, sorry. I was just uhm… thinking. Is everything alright with you?” She asked referring to the call, eagerly turning the attention away from herself.

“Yeah, well no. Uhm. I really wish I could stay, but that was my friend who I’m here with. He’s managed to lock himself out of our house. Prober bonehead he is. So, I’ve got to go.” Harry explained, looking rather annoyed by the whole situation.

Y/N felt her heart drop a bit, at the thought of him leaving and only nodded her head slightly in understanding.

They made their way back downstairs, Y/N following behind him this time, all the way to her front door. Before he opened it, Harry turned around to face her, taking a step closer, so their chests were nearly touching. He looked down at the girl in front of him, wishing more than ever that it would be appropriate to kiss her goodbye.

It wouldn’t.

“I’m really sorry,” Harry said again. She could tell that he meant it, he really didn’t want to leave, as much as she didn’t want him to.

“It’s not your fault Harry. Thank you so much for your help, I don’t know how I would’ve made it home without you. I am in great debt to you.”

“Can I see you again sometime?” he uttered the words so quickly that she almost didn’t catch them. But when they finally sunk into her brain, she couldn’t help the butterflies swirling around in her stomach and the smile that appeared on her face. Y/N thought he’d never ask.

“Uhm wait here two seconds.” She said, holding a hand up in front of him, a silent gesture for him to stay put, before she ran off to the back of the house somewhere, leaving Harry a bit worried that she just wanted to avoid answering his question, and feeling like a dickhead. Of course, she wasn’t interested in seeing him again. She didn’t even know him. She was just being polite, he thought to himself. He just couldn’t help how he acted around her, it was like she-

before he could finish his thoughts, Y/N came jogging back, stopping to stand in front of him again, this time with a little piece of paper in her hand, which she shyly held out.

“What’s this?” he asked curiously, long fingers gripping for the little note, with something scribbled on it. “It’s uhm… it’s the address to my store. You can come visit it. If you want to of course. I mean you don’t have to feel obligated to do it, I- “

“I’ll stop by tomorrow.” Harry interrupted, already longing for tomorrow to arrive. Y/N’s face lit up, losing all sign of the worry it held just seconds before.

“Really?”

“Of course, I can’t wait to see it.”

Once again, the sincerity behind his words nearly had her jumping him right then and there.

“It was lovely meeting you Y/N,” Harry then said, reaching out his hand for her to take just as when they’d met an hour earlier. But this time, he didn’t shake it. He slowly lifted her hand to his lips, before leaving a lingering kiss, making everything in her tingle.

She could feel it all the way down in her toes it seemed.

He reached behind him, opening the door to the outside world which had long been forgotten by the both of them.

“Until tomorrow.” He grinned, turning around and leaving Y/N with nothing else to do than think about him.

🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷🍷

Y/N was daydreaming again, like so often before. This time it was about late-night conversations and adventures, road trips to the hidden away treasures of Italy and drinking wine. And one particular person kept appearing in these daydreams. Certain brown curls and green eyes, dimpled smile and tattooed arms, were nearly haunting her by now.

It was around 4pm and she had been waiting all day for Harry to visit. Each time the door to her store opened making the little bells above it chime, her heart dropped a little further into her stomach when she didn’t see the charming man she was longing for. Maybe he had changed his mind? Or maybe he had never intended to visit in the first place and had just been polite yesterday? Though a part of her didn’t want to believe that. She had seen his eyes as he had asked if he could see her again. Those hadn’t been the eyes of a deceiving man.

“Alright” Y/N whispered to herself, “If he isn’t here by 4.30, I’m closing up.” She then took a deep sigh and went into the back of the store to make herself a much-needed cup of coffee.

As she came back, she couldn’t help the small squeal that left her, when she saw that she wasn’t alone in the store, because leaning against the front desk was Harry.

Harry.

Y/N’s daydreaming images had not done him justice at all. He looked even better than her brain led her to remember.

He wasn’t wearing running clothes anymore but was instead clad in blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt, a pair of squared sunglasses lifted on his head, pushing some of his curls back.

A smile immediately covered Harry’s lips, as the woman he had spent all his time thinking about came into view. Another small, flowy sundress was covering her frame, and he partly cursed her, partly himself, for what those dresses did to him.

“Hello Love.”

“I… I didn’t think you’d show up.” Y/N said, and the tone in her voice nearly made Harrys heart break in two. She looked genuinely stunned that he was standing there, in the middle of her little store.

“Now, why would I be stupid enough, to let such a lovely girl as yourself down, huh?” Harry charmed with a smile that made Y/N question why she ever doubted him. And she internally scolded herself for voicing that concern. What a great way to start a conversation.

“So, what do you think?” She asked, mirroring his smile and gesturing around her shop.

Once again Harry found himself looking in awe around a place she owned. He took a few careful steps towards the bookshelves lined parallel to each other throughout the whole bookstore. There were about twenty of them, nearly floor to ceiling of old, well-kept books. He attentively slid his fingers over the wrinkled spines, telling him, that though they were taken care of, they had also been fully enjoyed in the hands of many curious minds over the years. Every title of what you would consider classic literature was found in here, both English and Italian.

“Wow, this is, I mean… Wow.” He was astounded, turning around in the small space, careful not to miss a single thing. The bookcase she had in her living room, was nothing compared to this.

“Wow?” Y/N asked, as if trying the word on her tongue. “So, you do like it?”

“This is one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen” Harry muttered, though it sounded as if it was more to himself, than to her.

“You really think so?” Y/N couldn’t help the blush that crept onto her cheeks, and she thought to herself that it might as well stay there, since it seemed a habit of his to make her all flushed. “Are you kidding? I think this just became my new favourite place.”

Y/N watched as he pulled a book out of the shelve, carefully turning it in his hands. He looked over it in adoration, flicking through a couple of pages, before putting it back again.

“Do you want something? Water, soda, a glass of wine?” She asked, pulling Harry out of the trance he appeared to be in.

He looked at her for a moment, as if the words hadn’t fully gotten to him yet before a smile erupted on his face. This time a phone call didn’t interrupt his answer.

“You have wine here?”

Y/N shrugged and chuckled with a sly smile, “We’re in Italy, of course I have wine.”

“I would love a glass then.”

“Red or white? Or pink?”

Harry pondered for a second before deciding, “Red, please”

Y/N went to the back of the store again and appeared soon after with two glasses in one hand and an opened bottle of wine in the other.

“Follow me.” She said, brushing past Harry, who bit his tongue to stop himself from declaring, that he without hesitation would follow her anywhere she’d like.

Y/N led them in between some of the bookshelves where a door, to Harry’s surprise, was hidden in the dark green wallpaper. It opened into a little storage room filled with boxes.

“These are all the books that I haven’t’ gotten to repairing yet. They’re all just laying here waiting for a new home.”

“How do you get all these books?” Harry asked, as they continued their way out of the storage room, through another door located across from the other.

“Some I go out and buy myself, some get send to me by people who want to give the books a new life. Sometimes people exchange a book they don’t want anymore, for a book they find here, it varies a lot actually.”

“That’s really cool”

Y/N didn’t answer but instead stopped in her tracks and turned around to stand face to face with Harry. He tilted his head to the side as if confused.

She smiled at him and said, “I thought we could sit here”

For the first time since they’d stopped walking, Harry took his eyes off the girl in front of him and looked around the new location. She had let him to a little back porch at the other side of the bookstore. A narrow garden was in view in front of them, lining up to two other gardens on each side, belonging to the houses the bookstore was squished in between. The porch itself was filled with blankets and pillows, and one garden lounger with a small table beside it.

Not before long, they we both seated comfortably on the pillows, leaning up against the sliding doors with a generously filled glass of wine in their hands. It was an idyllic scene.

“How long have you had the store?” Harry asked, before taking the first sip of wine.

Y/N contemplated for a while, before answering. “Two years this summer.” She nodded thoughtfully. She hadn’t even realized it had been that long.

“What made you move to Italy to run a bookstore?”

“Well, I haven’t moved here permanently, I’m usually only here during vacations, primarily summer. But I don’t know. I guess I got tired of the boring 9-5 life. I mean I’ve never wanted to work like that, never wanted to be a part of a workaholic world where I was just one in a million who got up at 6 every day and home at 5, just to think about work when I got home also and never really relaxing. I’ve never wanted to be one of those people who were too busy to live their own life. But suddenly I had become that person. I work for a publishing company, which I love, but I was always either working or thinking about working and well, I guess this was my way to escape that, sort of. A least for the periods of time I’m here.”

Harry listened carefully to the words that suddenly seemed to flow from her mouth. This was the most he’d ever heard her talk and he silently begged for her to never stop. He could sit and listen to her thoughts forever it seemed.

Y/N on the other hand felt like she’d talked too much, never really having been a fan of talking about herself.

“Why are you here?” She asked instead, turning the attention away from her own life. “I’m here on a vacation with one of my mates. His family is from Italy, and I happen to have a house here, so we thought we would make a trip out of it.”

“You have a house here as well?” Y/N asked in surprise. She couldn’t help the blossoming feeling erupting in her stomach, as she thought that meant they were destined to meet at some point, whether it be yesterday or a year from now. It was a comforting feeling to her. It was comforting to know, that he had always been right there within reach, but just out of sight.

“Yeah, I do, I’ve been in love with the town for a couple of years now also. I couldn’t help myself.”

“What do you do for a living, if I may ask?”

Harry observed her for a minute, while she patiently waited for his answer. And when he didn’t immediately reply she felt like she had said something wrong. He scanned her face a couple times more, before clearing his throat and finally responding.

“I’m a musician, nothing special really.”

The way he had answered seemed strange to her. He had muttered the words out, not necessarily sounding angry or sad. More so, he sounded tired.

“That’s wonderful. I would love to hear some of your music. You could play it to me sometime if you want? I promise I’m a good audience.” “Hmm, I bet you are.” He chuckled, a smile finally adorning his face again.

And so, there they sat, in the back garden of Y/N’s bookstore, cozy and content for a couple of hours, slowly watching the pink and orange colours overtaking the sky as the sun went down.

Though, an inevitable question seemed to have awaited in the back of Harry’s mind all evening. Now, a few glasses in, he finally felt like he had the courage to ask, or more so, the courage to hear the answer.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” The words left him carefully, apprehensively. Y/N looked him once over before responding nonchalantly.

“I’m engaged actually.”

Harry choked on his wine as the words left her lips, and he turned to look at Y/N with wide eyes, only to see her nearly crying with laughter at his reaction. She was joking.

“God you’re a little minx, you know that? Nearly gave me a bloody heart attack.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N uttered between erratic sounds of laughter, “I just couldn’t help it.” Trying to calm herself down, she put her hand up to cover her mouth.

Harry wished she hadn’t and felt an urge to reach out and remove her hand again. He could listen to the sound of her laughter for the rest of his life and die a happy man. It was better than music. As her laughter died down, she turned to look at Harry again, to find him sitting utterly still with a small grin, already looking at her, as if wating for her to continue.

“I had one, he’s my ex-boyfriend now. I’ve come to realize while I’m here, that I am fleeing from him as well.” She explained.

Harry tilted his head with a curious look. “Why?”

“He wasn’t treating me very nicely I suppose.”

Harry tensed beside her. He barely dared ask, but he needed to know nonetheless, so he could figure out to which degree he should hunt this certain ex-boyfriend down and hurt him for ever treating a girl like her badly. How anyone could ever treat someone like her badly, was beyond him. Unfathomable. Y/N felt how his posture changed slightly and saw his hand clench around the glass.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “he didn’t hit me or anything like that. It was more psychological, I guess. Slowly he just took the joy of what I liked doing away from me. When I would be reading or writing or even just working sometimes, he would scold me for being boring or antisocial. He always blamed me for never wanting to spend time with him, even though in hindsight, he was the one always away, out with friends or gaming on his computer. But, you know, slowly I started to believe him and stopped doing all those things. At the end of the relationship everything happened on his terms, and we only did stuff he liked you know? I lost myself. Then I kicked him out of my apartment, travelled here to get away and fell in love with the place. I bought this store as a promise to myself I would come back. And it’s just starting to feel like I’ve found myself again.”

Y/N took a deep breath and a sip of wine, trying to calm her thoughts down from the apparent ramble she had gotten caught in. She realized then that she had never actually spoken to someone about this, about these feelings and thoughts that led to her leaving in the first place. The explanation she came up with to her parents, were only a few sentences of it’s just because I need a change, I need to try something new, to explore the world a little. Which wasn’t entirely false, but it wasn’t entirely the truth either.

She looked down into her near empty glass for a couple of seconds, before she felt a warm hand embracing hers, that was laying on the ground at her side.

Harry couldn’t help it any longer. He needed to touch her, to comfort her, and his hand had acted like it had a mind of its own.

A tingling sensation went through both their bodies. It felt right, and neither of them would have minded sitting there for the rest of the night, simply holding hands and listening to each other’s spontaneous thoughts.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N uttered, turning her hand a bit so she could grip around Harrys tighter.

“For what?”

“Oversharing, I guess.” She answered unsurely.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Harry replied in such a tone, that she couldn’t help but turn to look at him, meeting his eyes for the first time in a while.

A serious look was on his face. “Don’t ever feel like you’re oversharing. Not with me. I want to know everything. I asked because I wanted to know. Your thoughts and feelings are valid Y/N, I would love to hear about all of them.”

She smiled at his reassuring words, and a little while went by again where neither of them said anything before Harry broke the silence.

“What are you thinking?”

Y/N hummed. She felt a little wine drunk, but in a good way, in a comfortable way.

“I’m thinking it’s late, and I’m hungry.”

“We could go out and get dinner if you want?” Harry suggested, praying in his head that she would say yes. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to her yet. At this point some part of him felt like he would never be.

As she seemed to ponder his suggestion, he made a new one, desperate to find a solution that would keep her with him. “Or we could go back to my place and make some dinner?”

“That sounds lovely, but what about your roommate?”

“Ah, don’t worry about him. He’s not going to be home tonight.” Trying to hide the suggestive tone that easily could’ve appeared in his voice. He didn’t want to scare her off. But Y/N didn’t seem to mind as her eyes lit up and she grinned. “Even better.”

Part 2

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starry-hughes · 1 year

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Luke moving to NJ and running into his old childhood best friend and they haven’t talked in like 2 years and the old feelings he thought he got rid of all flood back when he sees like the scar on their eyebrow they got from that summer they both jumped off the doc wrong or you’re wearing his old T shirt or whatever

Sorry if this makes zero sense or is super vague

luke was heartbroken when almost three years ago you had told him you’d been excepted to a school out in new jersey and were going to reject the offer that the university of michigan gave you.

the two of you promised to keep in touch when you moved away, you had even met up with jack a couple of times when you first moved away, just to have someone familiar around.

but college and hockey got in the way. the two of you stopped talking and eventually it turned into just seeing random photos of one another on social media posts over the last two years.

luke was nervous to be in new jersey even if he was with his big brother. he had gotten tired of his brother trying to glue himself to his hip, venturing out into the city alone.

he was in the middle of a bookstore he had went into. he didn’t really need or want a book to read but something drew him in.

luke rounded a corner, bumping straight into you. stumbling back and immediately going to apologize, his eyes widened. the familiar scar on your brow line screamed at him. he was there when you cut open your face, earning that scar, it was one of the time you two were dangerously jumping off the dock in the summer.

“(y/n)?” luke said. his throat went dry and he couldn’t believe you were standing right in front of him.

your eyes softened at the sight of your old best friend. “hi luke.”

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As you can maybe tell by the three reviews I posted in July, it was a good reading month! Overall, at least. I still had a couple “this was fine” and one DNF, but there were a lot of hits and I read more books than I have the last few months.

So, highlights: The Hollow Places was fantastic, as was Bookshops and Bonedust but for very different reasons. If you’re worried that Baldree won’t be able to repeat the magic of Legends and Lattes, stop now. It was pure cozy delight. March’s End didn’t get a review simply because I already had three coming, but it was also very good. It examines family dynamics and the realities of a portal fantasy world in a very complex, adult way. The characters are believable if not necessarily likeable, the world-building is great, the writing is strong… all the things.

But between March’s End, The Hexologists, and The Hollow Places, I needed a lot of lighter books to balance, as you can probably tell by the rest of my list. I enjoyed pretty much everything! I’m just sorry I didn’t like the Sanderson more but I guess that’s a sign he isn’t an author for me since I didn’t like the last book of his I read either. I’m also a bit sorry I couldn’t get into The Atlas Six because so many people love it, but I dropped it in a Little Free Library and it got snapped up almost instantly so hopefully it’s found a better home.

So that was my unhaul of the month! I … did not do well with my book haul, or perhaps I did too well with it. The Odyssey and Thud were both damaged books that came in at work and I couldn’t say no. Thud has some wear to the cover; the Odyssey has some uncut and weirdly bound pages I’ll need to slice open. (Have I read and do I own other editions of both? Absolutely.) Love in the Time of Serial Killers was an unexpected rebound—I originally got it as a reading copy and passed it on to a coworker, who sent it back when she’d finished.

And then, well. There’s a new bookshop opening in my metro area. They’ve taken over from a used bookstore and have to sell off its stock before they can properly move in their own. I had to go help out, right? I couldn’t find anything in their SFF section I wanted but still left with three books: Gaudy Night, Evelina, and a collection of Molière. I went with friends, the same day we saw Barbie. ’Twas a very good day, all around.

And last but not least, I have started on one of those long, dense reads that will last ages. I’ve had Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century on my shelf for years and made it a goal to finally start it this year, since it’s totally up my alley but also huge and academic. There was a point in July where I didn’t want epic stories, light stories, or narrative non-fiction, so I figured that was as good a time to start it as any. I’ll probably read a section or two a month, whenever a similar mood hits.

And now without further ado, in order of enjoyment…

The Hollow Places - T. Kingfisher

Kara moves into her uncle’s museum of weird after her divorce, only to discover another universe behind a wall.

9/10

🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (gay), disabled secondary character

warning: body horror

Bookshops and Bonedust - Travis Baldree

Viv is recuperating from an injury in a sleepy town, where she finds a struggling bookshop, new friends, and a mystery. Out in November.

9/10

🏳️‍🌈 main character (sapphic), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic)

March’s End - Daniel Polansky

The Harrows have been tasked for generations with protecting a fantastical other world, but now the family is fracturing and that could endanger everything.

8/10

major 🏳️‍🌈 character (lesbian), 🏳️‍🌈 secondary character (sapphic), African-American secondary character

warning: toxic family dynamics, commentary on colonialism

Imogen, Obviously - Becky Albertalli

Imogen puts the A in Ally and that’s fine. Then she visits her best friend in college and meets a girl….

8/10

🏳️‍🌈 main character (bisexual), main character with anxiety, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (nonbinary, pan, lesbian, bisexual), Jewish secondary character, Brazilian-American secondary characters, secondary character with ADHD, Japanese secondary character, Black secondary character, 🏳️‍🌈 author, #ownvoices

warning: biphobia, discourse

The Hexologists - Josiah Bancroft

The Wilbys get more than they bargained for when they’re hired to find a lost royal heir and stop the king from baking himself into a cake. Out in September.

7.5/10

possibly biracial main character

The Bookbinder - Pip Williams

When World War I pushes Peggy out of her routine, she’s forced to choose: a life binding the books of the Oxford Press or a life studying them?

8/10

major autistic secondary character, disabled secondary character

warning: war, injuries

The Nobleman’s Guide to Seducing a Scoundrel - KJ Charles

Rufus is the new Earl of Oxney, saddled with a crumbling estate and a bitter family. Desperate for a good secretary, he hires Luke—who has a hidden agenda which doesn’t involve tupping the boss. And yet. Out in September.

7/10

🏳️‍🌈 main characters (demisexual-gay, gay), main character with dyslexia, 🏳️‍🌈 secondary characters (gay), minor Black British character

warning: toxic family dynamics, abuse

Weird Rules to Follow - Kim Spencer

Mia starts to notice that she and her best friend are living very different lives, with very different expectations from the adults around them.

7/10

Ts’msyen protagonist, Mexican-Canadian secondary characters, Ts’msyen secondary characters, Gitxsan secondary character, Ts’msyen author, #ownvoices, 🇨🇦

warning: racism, alcohol abuse

A Man and His Cat, Vol. 3 - Umi Sakurai with Taylor Engel (translator)

Kanda begins to deal with his emotional baggage, with the help of his cat and a fellow teacher.

7/10

Japanese cast, Japanese author, #ownvoices

Bookshop Cinderella - Laura Lee Guhrke

Evie is quite content as a spinster with a bookshop. Duke Maximilian has wagered he can make her the diamond of the season. This is a strictly platonic alliance, of course.

6/10

The Frugal Wizard’s Handbook for Surviving Medieval England - Brandon Sanderson

An amnesiac man wakes up in a country that may or may not be Anglo-Saxon England with an exploded guidebook. Good thing he has ~*~Mystical~*~ ~*~Powers~*~™.

6.5/10

Persian secondary character, Chinese-American secondary character

Picture Books

The Skull - Jon Klassen

Otilla finds a large house in the woods inhabited by a talking skull, so she helps him in return for shelter.

🇨🇦

DNF

The Atlas Six - Olivie Blake

Six ambitious magicians compete for a coveted place at the Library of Alexandria.

🏳️‍🌈 main characters (multisexual); Black-British, Cuban, Japanese, and Persian main characters; Filipino-American author

Currently reading:

Kill Show - Daniel Sweren-Becker

A teen goes missing after running back to her school bus for a bag. Forget podcasts: time for the reality show! Out in October.

warning: missing child, murder

The Wager - David Grann

A secret mission in the Age of Sail. A shipwreck and a mutiny. The perils of the sea—and your fellow man.

Music from the Earliest Notations to the Sixteenth Century - Richard Taruskin A history of early written European music, in its social and political contexts.

Stats

Monthly total: 11+1 Yearly total: 75/140 Queer books: 4 Authors of colour: 2 Books by women: 7 Authors outside the binary: 0 Canadian authors: 1 Off the TBR shelves: 1 Books hauled: 6 ARCs acquired: 4 ARCs unhauled: 6 DNFs: 1

January February March April May June

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Otaku guardian of gate - Chapter 5

In the safety of your home, you returned to your research where you examined things from the island. However, this represented so many memories that you began to write down over time. However, you had to divide your notes as you began to attribute more experiences with the demon to your research.

One day, by a strange coincidence, your friend read said memoir and declared that it was a wonderful book. That you should publish it. You gave it a go, tweaked it a bit and published it. However, you could not have expected that the book would become an absolute hit and even be on the top of the bestseller lists.

Who would have thought that your life and the timid demon would capture such a large audience? You had to leave your research for a while due to worries about the book.

Exactly one year after the publication of your book, which was called "The Guardian of the Gate", you sat in a larger bookstore with your autograph session. You originally thought about the name "Otaku demon", "Demon from Atlantis" and the like, but in the end, you stayed with the first variant.

You had no idea that people from far and wide would come here for your autograph signing, and that you couldn't even see the end of the long line. It was your first book signing and you had yet to learn what it entailed.

Fans have been asking you questions about the book and the characters. How did you come up with his character? Was someone real for you? Why a demon? Why didn't you make him more confident like his brother? Etc.

As you answered, you remembered your own experiences with the demon. For your first meeting. Swimming and watching anime together. Or how he turned red and lost his speech when you kissed him. Those were wonderful times.

You went back there twice that year, but there was no sign of the giant snake. Even his bathtub and anime stuff disappeared from the cave. There was nothing left of him at all. No trail for you to follow.

You were smiling and signing books while your thoughts were in a completely different, remote place.

“Signature please,” a familiar voice asked, bringing you back to reality. You looked up and noticed a familiar face you thought you'd never see. Right in front of you was Levi with your book.

He wore a long black jacket that reached his knees and had white sleeves. The inside of the jacket was white. He had a couple of smiley badges on it. A white collared T-shirt with a black and blue stripe was peeking out from under his jacket. He had black pants with two orange stripes on the sides along with black and orange sneakers. He had yellow and black headphones around his neck.

You've never seen him dressed like this, but it suited him and it complimented his otaku and gamer style.

You couldn't believe your eyes. The clothes were different, but the face was still him. Even now he looked rather nervous, though he tried to smile.

“Levi,” you breathed happily before jumping out of your chair and running to hug him. You startled him so much that he almost dropped the book and staggered.

"I'm so glad to see you again. I've missed you so much," you rejoiced as you squeezed him. Levi was mumbling something, but you got the impression that he was happy too and ended up hugging you too.

You wanted to tell him so much and you had an even bigger pile of questions for him, but people were waiting for you with their books. That's why you agreed with him that as soon as the autograph signing is over, you'll go to a cafe or have bubble tea together.

Before you said goodbye, you planted a quick kiss on his lips. Even now he didn't let you down and turned red like a tomato. How you missed this?

"Was this your model for the character in your book?" the young lady behind Levi asked you. Now you blushed too and confirmed it to her. Such questions accompanied you for the rest of the signing, as it quickly spread.

A few hours later, when no one else was coming, you decided to end the book signing earlier than originally agreed. After all, you had something or rather someone much more important to you to work on.

Not even an hour later, you and Levi were sitting in a bubble tea shop talking. First, you told him your story and then he told you how things turned out with his brother, Lucifer. He was in quite a bit of trouble, but nothing he couldn't handle.

Your book made it all the way to Devildom and he came across it. He wanted to meet you, so he had to behave in an exemplary manner in front of his brother.

"... I'm allowed to stay on Earth, but I have to go back to the guard that gate. This was just a short stop to see you," he said, mumbling the last bit so much that he was almost unintelligible.

"Can I go with you?" you asked him and it was like a plan of hope for you. You were nervous yourself now, since after all it had been a year since you had seen each other. "You don’t want?" you asked more disappointed than you wanted when the demon had no answer.

“It's not like that,” he exclaimed when he saw your sad expression. "I just don't want to ruin your life for this," he muttered.

"Would you believe me if I said I've been waiting all year for this?" and you reached across the table to take his hand.

"S-seriously?" he asked in surprise.

“Seriously,” you agreed.

And so it was decided. With the money from selling books, you bought a big yacht, which became your new home. Even Levi, who still couldn't believe what you were willing to undergo and leave just to be with him.

Together with him, you started to write another part of your life and also another part of your book. This was the sequel you wanted.

Diving, water rides on the back of a sea snake, evening anime under the stars. Just Levi and you.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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Things Between Us | Cillian Murphy x OC

Chapter 6 : Dissolve Behavior

Warnings: This fic contains explicit content related to sexuality and various age relationships. The content is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18. *The entire story is a work of fiction. All characters, time periods, and places in the story are purely imaginary.

A week later

“Hey! Sansa, I’m Cillian. We met last week,” the voice on the other end of the line said.

“Hey! Cillian, how are you? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Do you have time to come out and drink coffee tomorrow? I’d like to talk about the gallery with you.”

“Sure, Cill. Where do we meet? What time?”

The other end of the line seemed to think for a moment and replied. “Coffee shops around Soho are fine.”

Suddenly! Sansa seemed to realize something. Cillian is a famous actor. The fact that she went to sit and have coffee with just the two of them. Will that cause him trouble? She thought before asking him:

“Um… Cillian, wouldn’t it be better if you came to my apartment?”

“….” The other end of the line was quiet for a moment.

At the same time, Sansa just realized that she was inviting a man to her apartment alone.

“Uh! … I mean that You are a famous actor. I’m afraid that as a woman, I’m going to sit and have coffee with you. Might it make you news? If you come to my apartment, It’s probably better for you. And I will cook a feast for you in return.” She gave a long explanation for the other end of the line to understand. You could call it defending yourself.

“Oh! Sure. I think this would be good for both of us. See you tomorrow What time is it?”

“At 2:00 p.m., if that’s convenient for you. Not too early in the morning, not too late at night.”

“Alright, see you later.”

“Yes, see you later.”

The next day,

Sansa walked to her regular bookstore to select some books and then stopped by the supermarket to gather various ingredients. She was preparing to cook a meal for her actor friends, the ones she and Cillian had scheduled for this afternoon. Sansa neatly organized the books and ingredients she had just bought a while ago.

Ring…ring…

“Hello?”

“Hey, Sansa, I’m at the entrance to your apartment. Are you in the room?” said the voice on the other end.

“I’m here. I’ll be down to pick you up in a moment,” she answered, ready to go down and receive him immediately.

Today, the young woman wore a dark red long-sleeved off-the-shoulder shirt and white pants, making her look very luxurious. Sansa knows that she is a person who doesn’t have much of a social life or doesn’t really use social media, but she’s quite a fashion girl.

“Hey! Cill,” she greeted him, now sitting in the lobby of the apartment waiting for her.

“How are you today? You look good,” he greeted her with a compliment.

“I’m fine. You look good too,” she replied politely.

While surveying a fellow actor friend she had just accidentally gotten to know a week before, the older actor came in a white t-shirt and black slacks, with a black coat on top of it. It made him look good for his age and appear plain and simple, not like a famous person at all!

“Today, would you like to eat something special? I’ve already prepared things,” she asked him as they got into the private elevator.

“Whatever. That you want to make for dinner,” he replied with a smile.

“So, is steak good?! Fish or meat?”

“Let’s have the meat.”

“Okay.”

Ping! The elevator opened.

“You can hang your coat here.”

Sansa points to the closet area next to the bathroom. Cillian hung up his coat as instructed. “Do you read books? Or you can watch a movie while you wait for me to cook.”

She asked him, as Cillian walked over to put his bag on the couch and replied.

“Okay.”

Sansa began preparing the ingredients for two steaks and Caesar salad to go with them. The young woman looked up and observed him for a moment as he walked towards the bookshelf, grabbing this and that, appearing carefree with nothing to do. She returned her attention to preparing her food.

"When you walk by every night, talking sweet and looking fine..." Her personal favorite song, "Fantasy," played. It made Sansa unconsciously dance and hum to the soft rhythm, enjoying herself while cooking.

The forty-six-year-old actor glanced at the young woman who was now singing and moving happily to the song's rhythm. It made him lose interest in the book he was reading, prompting him to come and help her cook instead.

“Hey, let me help you. I’m in the kitchen.” He offered to help her.

“Okay.”

The woman bent down to pick up an apron and handed it to him.

“Here, put it on.” She handed him the apron, and with a chuckle, he laughed in response. The cloth was pink and embroidered with sweet cherry patterns, which added a touch of playfulness. The older male actor took it and put it on with a nervous expression.

“It suits you very well. You look like a complete butler right now,” she teased him. They both laughed at each other.

Sansa prepared to marinate the meat and had Cillian prepare sauces for Caesar salad and steak sauce. The two had fun cooking together. The girl continued to sing and dance softly, causing Cillian to sing along with her as well as cook. Sansa finishes grilling meat and fish before putting the meat into the oven again.

While waiting for those roasted meats, she proceeded to help him make the sauce. Sansa lifted the spoon and handed it to Cillian to taste. She didn’t know why she did that. Instead of handing him a spoon to hold and taste, she chose to put it in his mouth. Cillian slightly raised his head and looked in her direction before opening his mouth to taste.

“It’s very delicious. It’s okay.”

“Okay, then you can go sit and wait for me. I’ll take care of the rest myself.” He took off his apron and put it away neatly before walking to sit and wait for her in the living area, easily.

Sansa puts everything on a plate. She decorated those steak plates beautifully. The food looks like a work of art, she thought!

“Here it is.” The young woman gradually placed the food on the table in the middle of the sofa area.

“Can you sit on the floor? I really like eating here. It gives a warm feeling.”

“Sure. Are they warm because of these sofas?” he replied, pointing at those sofas.

“Yes, these sofas surround me. It makes me feel like I have friends.”

They both laughed, understanding what she meant. Sansa poured wine for him while eating that beef steak.

“Drinking wine will make the meat taste better. Let’s see.” She scooped the salad out onto a plate for him.

“Wow, this meat is really delicious.”

Cillian praised, surprised by the taste of the steak. The flavor of the meat was distinct, and the texture was soft and juicy, almost melting in his mouth instantly. He looked up at her for a moment, incredulous.

“Is there anything you can’t do? Or are you not good at it?” He praised from his heart, ready to send another bite of steak into his mouth.

Sansa now sat with a wide-eyed smile on her face at the compliment. Because besides Gigi, it’s just him who ate food cooked by her and said it was delicious.

“When you’re alone a lot, cooking is so easy. That you will do well.”

“This meat! It’s really delicious.” He continued to praise her.

Cillian thought for a moment. Should he say what he thinks? He secretly considered her a little.

“Don’t misunderstand what I’m about to say,” he opened up.

“You are very beautiful. Plus, you’re good at everything. I wonder why you don’t have a boyfriend?”

She glanced at him a little. For that question.

“Hmm!” she thought silently, “as I said before. I’m an introvert. I rarely talk to anyone. And what I like or do every day is quite the same routine over and over. It can be said to be boring. I think I shouldn’t get along with anyone. With this way of living my life, if someone comes in and the lifestyle is not the same, that probably wouldn’t survive.”

Sigh! She sighed.

“So I don’t want to have anyone. And I am very happy with what I am doing and being. Or if I really must have, I’m probably going to have to find another boring person like me,” she replied, laughing amusedly at him.

“I don’t think you’re boring at all,” he replied, smiling at her.

Before asking, “Are you lonely at all?”

“Actually, I’m lonely, but I have a way to relieve loneliness. It’s solving my boredom.” She smiled mischievously at him. “When I feel lonely, I usually go for a walk or sit and read a book in the park... but really, I haven’t read the book. I love listening to the stories of the people around me. It made me aware of people’s feelings, some with their families, come with a group of friends, or become a couple. I observed various symptoms and can listen to many different stories. This is my solution to loneliness.”

She explained it to him in amusement.

"I look awkward and seem prying like this," she chuckled, bowing her head in a self-conscious manner.

“Sometimes I like to do things like you, Sansa. It gives us a good look at the diversity of other people’s lives,” he says with a laugh, so that the girl wouldn’t feel any more nervous.

“What about you? Does being famous make you happy?”

“I am happy with my work. I love it and love waking up to be a different person. But there are some things that I don’t like in terms of privacy, like people always taking pictures when I see them. I don’t think I handle it very well.” Cillian began to express his feelings about what he felt. He doesn’t like being famous.

Before turning to her and saying, “Don’t misunderstand that I’m not friendly. It’s just that sometimes it’s pretty frustrating on a bad day.”

“I understand that feeling,” she replied, giving him a reassuring smile.

“Is it necessary to be able to speak multiple languages to be an actor? Or do I have to change my accent?” she asked curiously.

“The matter of accent must be changed according to the context. If the character is from America, they must use an American accent. But there should be some things about being able to speak multiple languages. That requires the use of language according to the content or area of the character. For example, in a French movie, there may be some French spoken, up to the entire movie,” he answered.

“Can you speak French?” Sansa asked him in French. Cillian responded to her in French as well.

“Wow, how many languages do you speak?”

“I can speak English and French. And you? You speak French at the level of a native speaker from what I’ve heard.”

“Don’t call me weird,” she laughed.

“I speak thirteen languages.”

The young actor’s eyes widened, “Oh wow, who are you? You look like a miracle,” he said, laughing.

Sansa laughed hysterically. With his words, “It sounds crazy. But because I really like art, painting, and sculpture. These things span many cultures and areas. I want to understand the art of each area deeply. I really want to understand it. It’s not just about understanding the meaning from the English translation. Which may cause me to miss important parts in some definitions of each area.”

“That’s why I study languages. Along with other studies as well.”

She explains the reason: Why does she speak so many languages?

Cillian stared in amazement at the woman in front of him, impressed by her abilities. She had already noticed his gaze as well.

“You are amazing. I don't know how many times I've said this to you. But you are really good at everything.”

He praised and asked further. “What language do you speak? So which language is the most difficult?”

The girl was embarrassed by those compliments.

“I speak English, French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Russian, Latin, German, Swedish, Dutch, Chinese, Japanese, and Thai.”

Hmmmm… She raised her head in thought and moved her fingers to move her lips back and forth.

“The most difficult language, I think, is Languages from Asia, like Thai, their language is very interesting and difficult. They have forty-four characters. There are still twenty-one vowels. And another five tones and four shapes.”

“It’s very complicated. Just saying it makes me discouraged. It’s difficult and creates a lot of confusion for me.”

She made a face and shrugged her shoulders and answered him with a sad expression because it was really difficult.

“Oh, that sounds difficult. I am truly amazed at your abilities.”

He was amazed by her talent before realizing that What did he arrange to talk to her about today? “Ah, here is the business card of the gallery representative I found for you,” he said, handing the small business card to her.

Sansa took the business card. With the expressions of people who are extremely happy.

“Thank you. You are very kind.” She thanked him cheerfully.

“I’m happy to help you, Sansa. Your work is truly outstanding,” he replied, smiling friendly at her.

“Do you want more?” She looked at his steak plate. It was all meat and salad.

“Not anymore. Right now I’m very full.”

“Come, I’ll put it away for you. Do you eat ice cream? I really like to eat it after eating. It will make you feel really good.”

“That’s great.”

“There is chocolate and strawberry. What flavor would you like?”

“Chocolate.”

“Okay, wait a moment.”

Sansa put away the dishes and cleared the table. Before opening the refrigerator, she picked up the ice cream she had prepared. Add two scoops to each glass. Decorate with additional strawberries. Top with a dollop of whipped cream. She held up a glass of ice cream to him. Waiting for you on the sofa. Sansa handed him a glass of chocolate and sat down next to him. On his left. The two sat separated by about two people.

“I really love ice cream. Actually, I love all things food,” she said cheerfully.

Cillian smiled at her words.

“Who doesn’t like desserts, right?” He raised his eyebrows at her as if asking for her opinion.

“That’s right, dessert is a magic potion!” She turned to him with a smile. When Sansa sat next to Cillian. Make her see his face and eyes clearly. That made her realize immediately!!!

“Shit!” The girl swore out in surprise.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, looking at her suspiciously.

“I remember you!” she said, staring at him persistently.

“You’re the one playing…” She paused to think for a moment. Before speaking and making facial expressions and eyes from the character he plays. “Would you like to see my mask? In Batman, right?” she asked him excitedly.

He smiled and replied, “Yes! That’s me.”

“Damn it!” she cursed, “You won’t believe this. I really like that character. So much so that bought a figure and a Scarecrow mask. Too bad I kept it in New York. Otherwise, I would have just shown it to you,” she said excitedly. And sagging with regret.

“How can I not remember you? That’s so stupid,” Sansa continued to curse to herself.

“This! I remember you because I have seen your eyes up close.”

She moved her pretty face to look into his eyes.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful and special your eyes are?" The girl asked him with admiration and sparkling eyes.

The older actor smiled shyly at the compliment. Sansa thought he was a man in his forties who didn't seem shy. However, as they talked and got to know each other better, Cillian seemed very friendly. He didn't hold back at all and was surprisingly shy.

“I have something to say!” He smiled shyly and answered her.

A young woman scoops up ice cream and eats it. While also inviting him to talk.

"May I have a clear look at the color of your eyes?" she asked for his permission.

She put down the ice cream cup and blew the warmth from her body onto her cold palms, having held the ice cream glass just a moment ago. Raising her legs to her knees, she sat on the sofa to get a good look at him. Moving closer, Sansa brought her face near his sparkling light blue eyes, wanting to examine his eye color and pupil dilation.

"Excuse me," she said, holding up both of her warm palms, gently touching Cillian's cheek. This allowed her to position her face so that he could glance at her according to her own movements. The girl had nothing in mind but looking and observing his eyes and their color.

“Damn it!” she cursed, her hands still holding his face.

“I really like your eyes,” the girl said unconsciously.

“Blue eyes are my favorite eye color to draw. They give a feeling of calmness, coolness, mystery, but are worth exploring,” she muttered, her eyes still fixated on the color of his eyes in fascination and forgetfulness.

Sansa felt the warmth of Cillian's quickened breath. For a moment, she felt cold fingers swipe across her lips, bringing her out of her trance with those mesmerizing sparkling blue eyes. Sansa immediately removed her hand from his face.

"There's whipped cream on your lips."

She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe it off, saying nervously, “Dammit! I’m so messy.” She said, extremely nervous. Before apologizing to him for the incident a moment ago.

“I’m sorry just now. I forgot. I shouldn’t have criticized your eye color. That is terrible and I shouldn’t have done it.”

She bowed her head and apologized to him feeling guilty. Because of the good artist. You should not criticize other people’s appearance.

“It’s okay,” he replied. “Your eyes are very beautiful. Is it green?” he asked her, calming her nervousness.

Sansa raised her head to answer him.

“Yes, my eyes are green. But I don’t really like it. Because when the light hits. It’s like the eyes of a sick person.”

She moved her face closer for him to look at, and Cillian leaned in towards the beautiful woman. Their eyes met, his gaze surveying hers. Sansa rolled her eyes at the movement of his gaze. That moment made Cillian forget, and he began to examine the girl's face, looking at her thin, slightly pink lips. He then turned his eyes up to gaze into her sparkling green eyes, repeating this back-and-forth movement a few times.

Sansa did the same as Cillian. The young woman was mesmerized by his eyes, thinking that she might accidentally smile at him as well.

'He looks really good for a man this age,' she thought to herself. It seemed like Cillian might be thinking the same. Now, Sansa face turned red up to her ears from shyness. She quickly pulled herself away from him, and he lowered his head to pick up the ice cream, coming back to eat it to relieve his embarrassment.

“Do you know how to play snooker?” She asked him, breaking the awkward silence. “I can play. I like to play with my friends when I go to bars.”

“Good, let’s play.” She put down the ice cream cup and led Cillian to the snooker table.

“Please praise the skills of this famous male actor. Will it be as cool as his performance?” She shrugged, teasing him.

Cillian laughed at her antics. “We’ll have to come and try it.”

“It will be more exciting if there’s an exchange,” she said.

“If you win, you can take whatever you want from this room. But if I win, I have something to ask of you,” she told him the deal.

“OK.” The two of them had fun playing snooker. The girl was very amused because normally she always plays alone. But now she has an opponent, and he held the snooker rods quite well. That made Sansa even more excited to have someone so talented compete with her.

“Yay!” Sansa last shot landed beautifully in the hole. She bounced around without realizing it. Cillian smiled and laughed, looking at the girl who was delighted like a child. In front of him, she is beautiful and bright. He was truly impressed by the scene in front of him right now.

Sansa took Cillian’s hand, walking towards her beloved bass. A young woman picked up her favorite bass that her father bought her as a birthday present. She lifted it up and handed it to him, along with the pen.

“Could you please sign your autograph here? On the bass you caught and played the first time you came here,” Sansa asked, making her request in that exchange.

“Sure, Sansa,” Cillian grinned ridiculously.

“I thought you could ask for something more difficult,” he said, bending down to sign his autograph on the bass.

“I want you to remember that there once was a fan who won a snooker game in order to get an autograph. It will be a reminder that you’ve met some strange people,” she replied to him, extremely amused. He laughed in response.

“True. This will make me remember you forever.” He turned to look and handed the bass back to her.

“Thank you.” Sansa took the bass from his hand before placing it back in its original place.

'Gigi must be jealous,’ she thought.

She looked down at the clock. It is now almost five o’clock in the afternoon.

“Are you going back now? It’s getting late. Where do you want to go next? It won’t disturb you much. Before leaving, you can choose as many books as you want in this room. I will give you and guarantee that all of these books are good because I have selected them by hand.”

“Okay, let me take a look.” He agreed and walked over to the large bookshelf.

“You really have a lot of books. This will take some time,” he laughed.

Sansa let Cillian choose the book while she picked up her guitar and sat gently on the sofa, strumming to find the notes and melody for the new song she had written just two days ago. The girl continued to sing along to the melody before finding the perfect note and rhythm.

Just in time, Cillian found the book he wanted.

“What are you doing?” he asked, coming to sit down next to her.

“I added the melody to a song I wrote,” She replied, showing Cillian the notepad.

She saw him reading it for a while.

“Do you want me to sing to you?”

“Yes.”

Sansa slowly ran her fingers across the guitar strings and began to sing with her soft, clear voice.

“...I'm so into you but I don't know where I've been I just want you to to take me where your heart is And you're made wonderful I would never want you to Feel like you could never be right Love is all you want I would never do you wrong Hold it down and give me some time I'm so into you but I don't know where I've been I just want you to to take me where your heart is I'm so into you but I don't know where I've been I just want you to to take me where your heart is I'm so into you...”

“Wow, that's really nice, Sansa. The meaning of the song and your voice are so beautiful,” he said, admiring her.

“I wrote this song after I saw the movie Notting Hill; it was really good. Have you ever seen it?”

"Not yet. I'll go back and look."

The two looked at each other for a moment. Sansa avoided his eyes. She was so nervous right now.

"Let's go. I'll drop you off in front of the elevator," she hurriedly told him.

Sansa led the way and dropped Cillian off in front of the elevator. He picked up the coat that was hanging and put it on.

“You can just take the elevator down without using a key card, and the apartment doors can do the same thing,” Sansa explained.

“Thank you for the gallery. If I don’t have you to help, I’m definitely in trouble.”

“Congratulations. Thank you for today as well. I had so much fun and you were wonderful.”

She smiled at him, ready to lean in for a goodbye hug. The two embraced each other, and as she moved her face to kiss his cheek gently, something unexpected happened.

'Damn it!' Sansa was shocked and startled because their lips unintentionally coordinated while facing each other.

'This is hellish timing,' she cursed under her breath. Both Sansa and Cillian were very surprised.

"God! I'm so sorry, I just wanted to kiss you on the cheek to say goodbye!" She swore and apologized to him in a panic.

"I'm sorry. I was just turning to say goodbye to you as well," he replied immediately, his voice as shocked as hers.

At that moment, Sansa wasn't even looking at his expression or attitude. Damn it! She was too embarrassed to say anything else.

“Goodbye, Cillian,” she said goodbye to him without looking at him.

Cillian stood silent and still for a moment.

“Goodbye, Sansa.” He replied and walked into the elevator.

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy fanfic

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cuddlebugsirius · 1 year

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Jess’ Top 22 of 2022

I decided to do a fic rec list of my 22 top fics that I read in 2022, from lots of different ships and fandoms. We’re here to celebrate the effort that fellow writers put into creating magic for us all, fanfiction is such a massive part of my life and I think it deserves to have a spotlight shone on it’s greatness.

[I limited myself to 1 fic/series per author, which was more of a challenge than I thought it would be 😂]

So in no particular order and without further ado...

Bring Him to His Knees - 245k+, Dramione, E Rated

Draco is on the case of a murderer, but to investigate, he needs a fake relationship - and a kink club play partner. When Hermione volunteers to take the role, both do their best to maintain the lie without letting each other know the truth: neither of them are acting.

Solntse - 60k+, Wolfstar, E Rated

Sirius, a young Russian billionaire hires Remus, who is working part time as a call boy to make ends meet. Things happen, feelings occur.

Did You Miss Me - 640k+, Wolfstar & Jily, E Rated

Though the new boy at Hogwarts University, James Potter, appears to be an adorable himbo with deep pockets, Remus Lupin and his friends instead find a horrifically dark past on Google. Did he really attack that boy and leave him for dead? Why won't he talk about his mysterious childhood best friend, "Pups"? Would it kill him to stop messing with his hair?

At least Remus got his phone back after losing it, but now he can't stop texting the mysterious number of the man who had sent it back. Padfoot is funny and charming, and Remus is NOT going to fall in love with him.

The PB to my J [AKA the one that converted Jess into a Wolfstar writer] - 270k+, Wolfstar, E Rated

A Modern AU Marauders texting with prose fic set at University.

Mainly Wolfstar - Will they? Won’t they? (They obviously will...) And a little bit of Jily too.

A Second Look - 120k+, Dramione, M Rated

Her best friend's life was a mess and she would have done anything to make things better for him and his sons. So, when she found her former enemy in a similar situation her heart went out to him as well... and the beautiful blond baby in his arms didn't hurt his case. It was certainly enough for her to give him a second look.

oh, I’m gonna let the future in - 40k+, Scorpius Malfoy/Albus Potter, T Rated

Al doesn’t know what he’s doing. Not just with the new apartment, but with his life in general, and it doesn't help that his family quietly looks down on him. It feels as if they’re always waiting for him to do something spectacular, but without actually expecting it of him. They’ve given up on expecting anything of him.

Al only speaks English, and he sings in the shower, badly. He likes tea, and he cleans when he’s stressed. He sees a therapist. He has a total of two friends, and one of them is his cousin. He isn’t smart; he’s simple.

He wishes that could be enough.

Brooklyn Heights Books - 180k+, Stucky, E Rated

A man wearing a light denim jacket over a dark blue shirt came into the shop, a box tucked under his right arm. Despite it being late afternoon, he was wearing sunglasses with bright blue lenses, and his long, dark hair was pulled back in a messy little bun. A few strands had escaped, framing his strong, unshaven jawline. The man looked into the café, smiled widely, and waved in Clint’s direction as he kept walking into the bookstore, and Steve’s mouth went completely dry.

Beautiful, was the only word to describe that smile; straight, white teeth framed by full, lush, red lips, bracketed by laugh lines and an adorable dimple in his right cheek, a charming little chin cleft just visible under the light stubble—Steve was struck literally speechless. And that was before he got a glimpse of the man’s backside. Slim hips and a round, firm-looking ass led to long, lean legs that were encased in snug, dark blue jeans.

“Guh,” Steve said, watching the dark-haired man continue on to the back of the store.

‘tis the damn season - 70k+, Wolfstar, T Rated

“Where are you going?”

Remus turns. Sirius looks delightful; wine-flush and December drizzle painting his pale, pretty face the deepest carmine red. His spindly hands are twiddling at his front, as if he doesn’t know quite what to do with them. He sniffs, and exhales corporeal ice that sends a shiver running down Remus’ spine. He’s not sure if it’s from the cold or the alcohol or… something else.

Clean - 115k+, Dramione, M Rated

Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. "You'll find I'm very surprising."

Second Generation - 45k+, Wolfstar, E Rated

Remus Lupin and Sirius Black spent their late teens in a happy haze of sex, troublemaking, and playing in their band, but break up in college. But when their respective children get in trouble together more than 20 years later, Remus and Sirius find themselves at odds with their very different parenting styles and dealing with a spark that was never quite extinguished.

Dreamers - 45k+, Wolfstar, M Rated

In which Sirius did twelve years and meets Remus on a creative writing workshop.

The Searching Ceremonies - 580k+, Sterek, M Rated

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

Quid Pro Quo - 105k+, Darklina, E Rated

The Slow Burn Breeding Kink Political AU

Cannibals - 20k+, Darklina, E Rated

It was very brief, the affair Alina Starkov had with her father.

Or: The Father-Daughter Incest AU

no shelter but mine - 65k+, Darklina, E Rated

“If you’re so worried about your daughter then why are you wasting your time yelling at me instead of caring for her?”

He stills. His fists clench, just once, and she can see the muscles in his jaw working, like it is taking him every ounce of will not to unhinge it, lean across the counter, and rip out her throat with his teeth.

Then he turns, without a word, and storms out the door, the tails of his black coat flying behind him like a cloak. Aleksander is in need of a nanny for his six-month-old daughter. As it so happens, Alina is the only person she likes.

Action - 20k+, Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth, E Rated

Jaime’s a famous action hero. Brienne is the stunt coordinator on his latest movie. She’s hated him since the moment they met, and the feeling is mutual. But there are ways to work out their aggression.

Lost & Found - 95k+, Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, E Rated

When she realizes the husband she knew had departed, and she now had cold & hard mobster in his place, Sansa fakes her death and starts a new life in Wales.

And then Jon finds her.

It gets so hard to breathe (when you’re looking at me) - 57k+, Wolfstar, E Rated

When Sirius turns up at Remus' flat after the events at the Triwizard Tournament, he doesn't expect to find himself sharing a bed with Remus. Or getting so intimately involved in his life. Or to find out that they're mates and Remus wants nothing more than to push him up against the wall and make him forget his own name.

Or to feel so very complete.

But Sirius isn't complaining. Not one bit.

The Player’s Secret - 50k+, Wolfstar, M Rated

“So what’s he like? Full of it? Arrogant?”

“Yes,” he says, because he thinks that is a fair assessment. Sirius Black is full of it. He is arrogant. He’s also entitled and needy and smug. He’s talented, reckless, moody, selfish, childish, charming and sweet, and a million different other things Remus is trying to wrap his head around.

Sirius Black is hard work.

Remus Lupin is a successful documentary filmmaker who is assigned to make a fly-on-the-wall documentary featuring Sirius Black - one of the world's most brilliant footballers - as he competes in the European Championship.

All does not go smoothly.

The Same Way I Like My Coffee - 35k+, Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, M Rated

Sansa Stark always liked her coffee hot and sweet. She finally found a guy that makes the sentence "I like my men the same way I like my coffee" real to her.

Jon snow has no right to be that hot.

Or: Sansa opens the coffee shop of her dreams, makes great friends and meets an unbelievably hot Jon Snow.

don’t pout, darling - 70k+, Dramione, E Rated

"when's the last time you let someone take care of you?"

"no one's ever wanted to," her whisper is delicate, sharp like porcelain glass, the edges raw and tender. she is sugar-soft, a little thing tucked into his chest, ears pressed against the heart that beats for her.

"i'll take care of you, i'm always going to take care of you," he cooed. “you're my sweet girl, my baby.”

or: a modern au ddlg fic

when we kiss: mmmm, fire - 39k+, Jon Snow/Sansa Stark, E Rated

Sansa might be seeing someone casually, but thanks to Arya, Robb, and Theon, it’s Jon who’s got the inside track on how to get Sansa to take him seriously.

aka: the one where jon finds out that sansa has a daddy kink, and he uses it to seduce her away from the dating scene and into his arms, heeeey-oh!

#fic recs #wolfstar #stucky #darklina #dramione #wolfstar fic recs #Jess recs fics #wolfstar fanfiction #jon snow x sansa stark

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werewolfnightwalker · 1 year

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Author!Dabi

Part Two

"Hey, check this out." Hawks stopped walking to peer into the display window of a bookstore, his wings fluttering in interest.

Dabi paused and glanced back, to see him eyeing a display of books lit under string lights.

"Starless Night and Other Poems, by T. T. Arrow." Hawks read aloud.

"Sounds pretentious." Dabi deadpanned, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"It looks cool." Hawks argued, admiring the shiny, black dust cover. When he turned his head the right way, he could see iridescent stars littered through it. "I want to read it."

"You can read?" Dabi asked mildly. Hawks frowned at him, before he glanced into the store again.

"BRB." He said, slipping inside.

Dabi waited, lingering on the sidewalk and trying not to look suspicious or anxious. Hawks was back in a matter of minutes, the book in hand.

"Okay, let's go." He said, already flipping it open.

Dabi turned and kept walking, sticking close to Hawks to steer him around people and objects on the sidewalk.

""Dedicated to my mother, my brother, and my sister. I'm sorry I couldn't give you a copy in person. And to my love, may these poems capture even an ounce of how much I feel for you."" Hawks read aloud, before he cooed, "Aw."

"Cheesy." Dabi muttered.

Hawks flipped to the first poem and began to read, his nose stuck in the book all the way back to the villa. ""They cut me open and peered inside, and they all saw where dreams had died." That's beautiful." Hawks muttered as he walked.

"There's a lot of imagery about hospitals." He commented a minute later, "Heart monitors, stitches, surgery- is that a fear of Arrow's, do you think?"

"Hmph. Maybe." Dabi grumbled, annoyed that Hawks got it right away.

"Who is T. T. Arrow, anyway?" Hawks finally looked up as they stepped into the villa, fishing out his phone and typing rapidly. He scrolled as he kicked his boots off and shed his jacket. "Huh. The author's real name is unknown." He frowned, "But he's written a few books, it looks like."

"Hm. That's nice." Dabi resisted the urge to snatch the book away as Hawks walked over to the couch and plopped down, resuming his reading. Begrudgingly, Dabi sat with him, turning on the TV in the hopes the noise would distract Hawks and make him stop.

"Oh, I found one of the love poems!" Hawks smiled, eyes eagerly scanning the page.

"What's it called?" Dabi asked, trying not to seem obvious.

"Origami Butterflies." Hawks informed him, "It's cute." He continued to comment here and there, reading a line or paragraph aloud for Dabi, before he slowly went quiet.

It was a while before Dabi realized Hawks had stopped, and when he finally looked over, he saw tears silently sliding down Hawks' cheeks.

"Hawks? ... Everything okay?"

Without a word, Hawks shoved the book at him, and Dabi's heart dropped when he saw the poem he was on. "Cage of Bone," was the name. Out of all the poems in the book, that was one he knew by heart.

He wrote it at four in the morning, after a night at Hawks' place. The hero had been asleep on his chest as Dabi typed it on his notes app with one hand, eyes blurry and cheeks bloody from tears. Still, his eyes scanned the poem again.

It was a long one, three pages that told a story of a raven that fell in love with a songbird. But the songbird was trapped inside a golden cage, inside a house, and though the raven could hear him sing, what he really wanted to do was to fly with him.

The raven laments that even if the songbird was free, it wouldn't want to fly with him. He was an omen of darkness and death, while the little bird was a symbol of hope and freedom. Yet, the raven couldn't help but love the songbird.

Finally, on the last page, the raven flies into the house and destroys the cage, setting the songbird free. The songbird immediately flew out to join him, but the raven realizes that, even as they fly free, the songbird is still trapped. Because the raven, in his passion, had caught the songbird in his talons, and tucked him into his chest, behind a cage of ribs.

Where his heart was supposed to be.

And thus, he had become yet another prison for the songbird. If the raven wanted to truly let him fly free, he would have to tear the songbird out of his chest, killing himself in the process as he tore out his very heart.

Dabi reached the final paragraph, where the raven begged for the songbird's forgiveness, because he couldn't bring himself to let him go. As he read the final line, the raven sobbing "I love you, I love you, I love you," a fat dollop of blood splattered on the edge of the page, having dripped off his chin.

Dabi sniffed, realizing he was crying, and hastily wiped his face on his sleeve. "It's, uh," he cleared his throat, shutting the book sharply, "It's good. It's a good poem." He rasped.

"No, it's not." Hawks whispered, and Dabi's heart skipped as he looked up.

"It's not?" He repeated, his voice wavering. Hawks looked at him, his golden eyes filmy with tears.

"No. Arrow misinterpreted the songbird." He said, his voice hardening, "It says right there in the poem that the songbird flew out to join the raven, and that it could fly very fast. If the songbird hadn't wanted to be caught by the raven, it would have just flown away. It would've stayed free." He blinked several times and looked away, his wings fluttering. "That's what I think, anyways." He held his hand out for the book, and Dabi passed it over.

Hawks didn't open the book again, though, he set it to the side and looked up at Dabi. Dabi gazed back, puzzled by the burning emotion in Hawks' eyes, before the hero lunged at him.

Dabi yelled in surprise as he was bowled over, Hawks' arms closing around his neck as they tumbled off the couch. "What the fuck, Hawk-" He was silenced by the hero's lips smashing against his, as he pinned Dabi to the floor.

Dabi grunted and attempted to squirm away in surprise, before Hawks pulled back.

"The songbird is not caged." He hissed softly, his teeth bared, before his expression melted into something much softer and he reached up, running a hand through Dabi's dark hair, "He wouldn't want to be anywhere else but with his raven." He murmured.

Blood beaded up under Dabi's scars again and he reached up, tugging Hawks back into a second kiss. "Then come here... birdie."

#dabihawks #dabi #hawks #keigo takami #mha hawks #touya todoroki #hotwings #long post #conans writing

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abyssal-ali · 1 year

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Stars Around My Scars

Part 1

Pairing: Jasonette

Rating: T

Word Count: ~5.7 k

I don't believe there are any warnings, but if you think I should add one, let me know!

Some things may make more sense if you read my (extended) Author's Note here.

Cardigan AU Masterlist here.

Everyone say thank you to my wonderful betas @sarcasticbambi and @boldlyanxious <3<3<3

Any errors are mine, and please don't hesitate to point them out (but please be nice, I'm really proud of this AU).

Requested by @mochegato from my discord poll. I hope you like it! (I promise the fluff and comfort is coming <3 )

You drew Stars Around my Scars

Marinette rushed from her last class to her locker.

The teeming crowds of students milled around the suddenly full hallways, pulling her closer to her goal. Her boyfriend often left little notes or clues to gifts, and it always brightened her day to find a loving surprise. How he knew her locker code, she didn't know, but brushed it off (she'd certainly acquired dubious skills for stupider reasons than giving her SO a gift).

There was nothing there today, but when she slammed it shut she turned and walked into her boyfriend.

“Hey, Pixie. Ready to go?”

She groaned. “Nooo. I have to work on my Lit essay.”

“I can help; whatever you need.”

He grabbed her hand and dragged her to the quiet library, seemingly empty except for the rows of books and the librarian, Ms. Blue. She nodded familiarly at them and went back to her computer as they disappeared deeper into the library's abyss. Finally, they stopped at a table and Marinette dumped her things on its surface.

“Okay, let's do this.”

About an hour after they began working on their homework, Jason got up to find a book for references. A few minutes later, Marinette noticed he still hadn't returned, so she decided to stretch her legs and go look for him. After scouring several rows, she finally heard a thump behind her. The trail of thumps led her to a corner of the library, where Jason was waiting with a smug grin.

“You did miss me.”

“Of course.” She rolled her eyes. “I have to keep a very close eye on you when we're in a library or bookstore. I couldn't wait too long or I mayn't have seen you ever again. Like that time I lost you at the B&N.”

“Mayn't?”

She punched his (stupidly solid) arm. “It's an uncommon contraction that should be used more.”

“I'll tell the world to start, then. We should make a prank on Twitter.”

“Oui, good idea! No one will know it's us trolling them, and you can share your bizarre stories and explain your unusual skills.”

“What bizarre stories?” He followed her back to their table, setting up a new Twitter account on his way.

“Um, my ex-girlfriend possessed my other ex, for one. That time you met a civil, agreeable demon, for two...you are a mysterious person, Jason Todd.”

“Thank you, I try to be as cryptid-like as possible. What shall we name our crack account?”

“Um...our names combined make “Janette”; Janette can be the mod. For the handle, how about...Janette@pothamcrack. Yeah. And before you ask, Paris + Gotham equals Potham.”

“Great. Here, our first official tweet. Janette@pothamcrack says: 'Mayn't' is an underused contraction. Use it more, cowards'.”

“Perfect. Can you make everyone we know that's verified follow us so more people are subjected to our crack and insanity?”

•○•○•○•

Jason knocked on Marinette's door. There was a brief flurry of activity, then she opened it enough to stick her head out.

“Heyyy, Jay. You're early!”

“Is that such a bad thing?” he asked, faux-offended.

“No, of course not...come in. I just gotta...”

“Why is there blood on your sweatshirt? Are you hurt?”

Jason carefully circled her, gingerly trailing his hands over her body to check her reactions. When he reached her lower left ribs, she only winced once, very quickly, but he caught her reaction and yanked her Gotham Knights sweatshirt up a couple inches. Her hand grabbed his wrist tightly, preventing him from moving.

“Oh, sorry, Pix. I...should've asked first.” He felt quite remorseful, knowing she hated showing skin, though he didn't know the reason why. But if she was hurt and hiding it, and bleeding...“How badly are you hurt, Pix? Do you need me to take you to the clinic?”

Marinette looked down. “I'm fine, it's just a scratch,” she mumbled quietly. "I was just gonna change, you don't need to worry.”

Now Jason was really concerned. Why was she hiding it? If it really wasn't bad, she'd show him as proof, like that time he thought she chopped her fingers off (in hindsight he may have panicked a bit, but she was his girlfriend and he was terrified of something hurting her) and she immediately showed him the barely-visible nick on her finger.

He gently tilted her chin up to face him and started directly into her blue eyes.

“Marinette, I'm your boyfriend, and I'm worried about you. I understand if you don't want me to see, but can you tell me what happened, at least?”

She dropped her gaze again, though it could only reach his callused hand this time, and inhaled sharply, then winced again.

“I was lightly stabbed from an attempted mugging, but I'm fine! It's just a scratch! I'm sorry for worrying you. I was just gonna get a bandaid; it's not that deep.”

“Stabbed and mugged? Marinette Wendy Dupain-Cheng Stone, why didn't you tell me?!”

She jerked her chin out of his hold and glared at him. “Because I don't need to answer you. I'm an adult and I can take care of myself just fine, thank you. If you don't trust my judgement, then you obviously don't respect me and you can leave me to my first aid.”

“Woah, Pix. I-” Jason stopped and took a deep breath.

“Okay, clearly you have some things we should talk about, but first, you're right. I'm sorry. We can talk about this after you get first aid. I don't have to watch, but I'm staying until we talk this stuff out, Marinette."

Marinette headed to the bathroom where her closest first aid kit was and began unpacking it to search for the things she needed.

The door shut in Jason's face with a decisive click.

He sat across the hall, leaning against the wall and talking to Marinette. She didn't reply, but she didn't chase him out or tell him to shut up, either, so he took it as a win.

Finally, the door opened and Marinette stood in the doorway, just looking at him.

Jason slowly got to his feet and scanned her up and down, just in case she'd bled out in the bathroom and was now a zombie or some other supernatural revenant his brain cursed him with imagining.

She'd left her sweatshirt off and was just in a white tank top, bloodstained on the lower left side (thankfully less blood than his traumatised brain helpfully made him think of), and her jeans. His eyes landed on her arms, which she usually had covered by a sweater or hoodie (usually one of his).

Scars of various sizes and shapes littered her arms and what he could see of her chest. She'd told him that everyone was healed and brought back to life, but he'd thought it was completely healed, not left with scars.

A sudden flash of insight hit him and he blinked, then moved across to hug her gently. “I'm glad you're not seriously hurt. Are you in pain? Do you want me to get a pill?”

“One small slice does not constitute pain, Jason.” She was avoiding his eyes again, he noticed. He much preferred those pretty blues looking at him, not away from him in shame or pain or anger.

“I understand.”

Which hurts more, A or B? Forehand, or backhand?

“I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I didn't...when you told me about Hawkmoth and Multimouse, you obviously toned it down a lot.”

Marinette realised he had picked her up and they were now in her kitchen, where he perched her on the island and began making her a mug of tea. Oh, she realised. He's not just talking about the mugging.

Her lips quirked up a bit as she watched him move around her kitchen familiarly.

Jason handed her her favourite mug and leaned against the counter beside her.

“Are you okay, besides the 'light stabbing'?”

She glared at him over the rim of her mug, but it lacked heat. “Yeah, it was only an attempted mugging. The dude was following me so I ducked into an alley and when he 'caught' me, I let him get close enough to stab me and then I grabbed his wrist, kneed him, and put him in an armlock. The stab was simply a tactical sacrifice. Then a nice cop drove by as I was zip-tying him, so I let him take the guy into the station. His name was, um, Dick Grayson, I think? He had similar features to you...anyways, yeah, I'm fine, you worrywart. I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier, I just...I shouldn't have yelled, I'm sorry. You were just worried but it reminded me of some situations in Paris and I reacted disproportionately.”

“I forgive you, Pixie. Can you tell me what part of what I did and said reminded you, so I can work on that?”

“The...well, it wasn't really anything. I'm just always on guard because I had to fight for people to trust me so much, and my ex-partner was...always crossing lines and I was always explaining things I shouldn't have had to. You were just asking out of worry, but I immediately jumped to you trying to back me into a corner. It's not something you have to work on,” she snorted bitterly.

As she spoke, Jason picked up her free hand and began running his fingers over her arm soothingly. Marinette suddenly realised what he was doing and focused on the shapes. He was slowly tracing stars around every single mark and scar on her arms. Eventually, he reached her shoulder and left his arm comfortingly across them. She snuggled a little closer and they drank their tea in cosy silence.

○○○○○○○

To Kiss in Cars and Downtown Bars

Jason flipped through the security feeds from his office in the Iceberg Lounge. A familiar face at the back of the line to get in caught his eye. Why...

He changed out of his Red Hood gear into his usual outfit of jeans, a T-shirt, and his leather jacket (different from his RH jacket), then snuck out the door.

•○•○•○•

Marinette jumped as a large, warm hand was put over her mouth. She hadn't heard anyone coming, but they were awfully brave to attempt...whatever...in full view of the bouncers a few metres ahead. She made eye contact with one but he completely ignored her!

Now Marinette was more annoyed at the bouncer's incompetence than the person behind her!

“It's me.”

She whirled around. “Jay? What're you doing here?”

He plucked her ID from her hands (thanks to Fluff and Trixx, she had a passably legal ID) and examined it.

“Not bad. C'mon.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her behind the Lounge. A passcode later, they were in the dark hallway leading from the club's fire exit.

“Here.” He handed her a metal bracelet. “It tells people to back off, you're under the owner's protection. You also won't have to pay.” He pointed to his matching bracelet. “Maybe you'll tell me why you're trying to enter a club?”

She strolled over to the bar, him following closely as usual.

“I'm legal in Paris. Apparently, I have the worst luck. My old class is coming on an exchange in a couple months so they can tour some American universities and experience the American high school system. The problem is, they all think I'm dead - a strawberry daiquiri, please.”

“Mood. Can't you...avoid them? Hack the system and become part of the class going to Paris?”

She chugged half her drink, impressing him, and shook her head.

“Most people in Paris think I'm dead. Paris is bad for me...all the memories...and I was asked to be a translator if there are any issues and because I'm a helpful person who still hasn't learned to say no, I said yes! Although, I didn't know it was my class until the details were sent after I already agreed.”

“Oh...that is a problem. I'm also fluent in French, could I replace you or at least help you?”

“I'll talk to Mr. Patel, he's organising it, but that should be okay. We can continue Janette's crack—they're so idiotic sometimes, and yet they can be so brilliant others, I really don't understand it.”

“I can't wait to meet them. And um, maybe don't chug your drink without eating something?”

“Right. Want to dance?” She held out her hand. He took it and kissed the back, spinning her away from the counter.

“Sure.”

After a couple dances and a close call with a tipsy patron, they headed to a quiet corner, where Marinette dissected outfits and rated style with Jason, who knew a surprising amount about fashion. She supposed he'd heard more than one of her rants/lectures and picked stuff up.

Around midnight, Jason's phone buzzed and he sighed.

“Hey, Pix, I gotta go. Can I bring you home first?”

“Sure. Did you bring your bike?” She followed him outside, her hand still in his.

“Nah, I borrowed a friend's car because I had to transport stuff earlier.”

He led her to a sleek black car and opened the door for her. When he crossed the hood to get to his side, she leaned over and opened the driver's door for him and smiled sweetly.

The drive to Jagged's penthouse, where she was currently living until her parents finalised closing the bakery in Paris and joining her in Gotham, was quiet, broken by her soft humming of random song snippets.

“Thanks for the fun evening, Jay. I was so bummed about them coming, but you cheered me up.”

Marinette leaned over and kissed Jason's cheek before she got out of the car, but he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her back for a longer, proper kiss.

“Night, Pix. Have sweet dreams, maybe of me?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled and waved him off noncommittally. His ego would be too big if she told him she often dreamed of him.

•○•○•○•

Marinette sighed at Tikki and Wayzz for the fourth time.

“I know I should, I just don't want to. Why can't I live in denial a little longer? He treats me like a princess.”

“Marinette, this is the third time in three weeks that he left your date early with no explanation. This won't be healthier for you in the long run if you keep denying it,” the ladybug kwami advised.

“I'm just tired, Tikki. Aside from the dates and being even more selective about what he tells me about his family and life than I am, it's great! I didn't want a busy, dramatic year. Can I seriously not just leave it a little longer?”

“Guardian, there is a difference between being patient and understanding, and letting everything slide because you don't want to confront someone. There is a possibility he just doesn't know how or when to bring some of these things up, so just try talking to him,” said Wayzz. “If that does not resolve anything, then you can consider what to do after that.”

“And as for the 'no drama' you want, ignoring all of this is only adding to it,” Tikki interjected.

Marinette huffed a breath of hot air and crossed her arms petulantly, knowing the kwami were right. “Fine. I'll ask him to meet me later.”

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Peter Losing Wendy

“I think we should break up.” She looked him in the eye as she stabbed him in the heart with those dreaded words.

“Why?”

He knew it was for the best, it would keep her safer, but he'd hoped...if she wanted it, he would let her go, taking his heart with him, as he ignored the urge to hold her and never release her.

“You can't explain those weird texts and calls and disappearances, and you've been late or left early with such plausible excuses...I can't...it looks like Adrien 2.0. And believe me, I don't want to think that, but ...call it PTSD or whatever, you're so hot and cold. You keep me at arms' length for so many things, and then you turn around and you're the warmest, most perfect boyfriend I could want. You've got this way of telling me everything, but it's nothing at all...all an illusion. I just, I can't do this again. It's not fair to either of us. Gotham has been better to me than Paris, and I'm going to fight with everything this time."

...And now she was taking his shattered heart with her.

“I asked you to come so we could talk about it, try and figure this out, but you cancelled last-minute, again, Jason. Once or twice I understood, but now it just feels like you're avoiding me, or at least avoiding opening up to me. I'm just...done. I can't ignore all of this anymore, and I'm tired.”

He couldn't do this to her. He'd seen how scarred she was after Multimouse. Now, as an ordinary civilian with loads of PTSD, he wouldn't risk hurting her anymore, repeating Parisian mistakes.

He swallowed. “I'm sorry, P-Marinette.” He turned to leave, blinking rapidly. “If you're in trouble, call me. I'll still come.”

As he turned to shut the door his eyes met hers.

Both pairs were overflowing.

“Goodbye, and good luck.”

The door closing behind him sounded like a sentencing being put into effect.

•○•○•○•

She didn't go to school for two days, choosing to curl into a ball and cry instead.

When she'd first enrolled as Marinette Stone - courtesy of Jagged and Penny helping her set up a new life in his hometown - everyone had been trying to get to know the other new transfer student, Jason.

She'd snubbed him, wanting her final school year to be drama free, and he'd laughed.

Thus began an academic rivalry, and everyone thought they were sworn enemies from the cold way she'd greet him in the halls. For his part, he was warmer to her than anyone else, which confused her, but she wrote him off as a masochist.

But thanks to meddling from Mrs. Perez, who paired them up on a very important assignment, they became sworn besties instead, which led to dating. They kept it quiet, finding that trolling the entire school was hilarious to them, as well as the disappointed look in Mrs. Perez's eyes when at the end of the assignment, they were still rivals and not in love (yes, Mrs. Perez was the biggest Marison shipper).

Jason picked up one of her design scribbles and looked at the hand-lettering she'd done when she was bored in class.

“Your name is Marinette Wendy Dupain-Cheng?”

“Yeah, so?”

“We're Peter and Wendy! My full name is Jason Peter Todd.”

“Didn't they end up not together?”

“... Right. Well… You're petite, so you can be Tinker Bell then.”

She hoped her face conveyed her scepticism. “Tinker Bell? A pixie?”

He ignored her and exclaimed, “Pixie it is!” happy to finally have a nickname she didn't hate or have bad connotations with.

Marinette cried even harder at the memory. They hadn't ended up together, after all.

○○○○○○○

I Knew You (Marked Me Like A Bloodstain)

The tell-tale swish of a grappling hook being deployed caught Jason's attention from where he sat on the roof's vent, swinging his legs as he surveyed his empire's capital, Crime Alley. He rolled backwards off the vent and faced the Dark Knight, tensing for an altercation, whether verbal or physical.

“What do you want, B,” he snapped, annoyed his depression session had been interrupted by the partial cause of the entire mess he was moping about right now.

Batman didn't move, signifying he wanted to talk right now, not fight.

“You haven't been around in either capacity lately, and you didn't respond when Nightwing texted you earlier, either. I just wanted to make sure you're doing okay.”

Angrily, Red Hood turned on Batman with a growl. “As you can see, I'm out, so I'm perfectly healthy. You don't need to check in on your wayward soldier personally. You only care that I'm fine so that you know if you can call me to help on missions and I'll come running back like a dog when you whistle. Just because I'm working with you more doesn't mean I'm one of your little clones who only exists to be useful to you; I have my own life and I don't have to answer to you about any of it.”

“Hood, where is this coming from?” Batman truly sounded bewildered. “I was only checking on you because I care about you. I care about your health and functioning because I care about you.”

“Well maybe you care too much, B. You're constantly calling me out on missions and that's about the only time you contact me, unless Agent A requests it. If you actually care about me as a person, if not your son, you'd ask to see me outside of the mask, but you haven't, which leads me to my previous conclusions. I'm taking a break from all of your messes. If you need my help, don't contact me, and clean it up yourself. I'll be back when I'm back—if I'm back. And don't snoop!”

Hood jumped off the roof and landed on a fire escape, using parkour moves to slide down railings, and assassin-training to evade Batman's close tail. Eventually, Batman gave up and Hood moved out of the shadows to mope back in his Bat-proof apartment.

•○•○•○•

Chasing Shadows (in Grocery Lines)

Red Hood angrily yanked the knots tight on the goons' restraints. He knew the Untitled were in Gotham, but why? Besides the obvious (to kill him), of course.

A flash of movement caught his eye, and he followed it carefully. He snuck up behind the faux-Catwoman and hissed, “Who are you and why are you here?”

“...Catwoman, of course. You know cats, curiosity kills us.”

Convincing.

She acted similarly to Selina, but she was... off. Wrong inflection, similar mannerisms but they were too forced, the suit wasn't pure black like Selina's (it was black with grey accents), no purr...

“No, you're not. Catwoman and I have a bi-monthly feline petting session where we complain about Batman, so I've spent enough time with the Sirens to know you're just… Uncanny Valley Catwoman.” He waved his hand at faux-Catwoman's entire existence.

She hissed and her ears and tail twitched.

Were...they real?

“Look, I don't want to fight you, but you're making it hard. Don't insult 'short' people. It's not our fault you're trees.”

“I'll stop saying things like that when you stop looking at me as if you want to climb me like one,” he retorted.*

Wait, faux-Catwoman, Bat-adjacent, flirting on a roof… NO! I'm not becoming Bruce!!

“I'm here because I think some of my trainer's enemies are after me,” faux-Catwoman blurted in an attempt to change the subject.

Ha, he could still see her cheeks and neck warming.

“Who?”

“They're a creepy old magic group called the Untitled. Ironic, I know. I don't know much about them besides the fact that they're incredibly evil, and they want my Miraculous.”

“Are you All-Caste too?” He didn't think they had anyone left besides himself, but if they were travelling while the Untitled attacked, maybe someone escaped...

“What?”

“Nevermind. I didn't know the Untitled had more enemies than my sect. I'm the last member; the Untitled wiped the rest of us out. I can tell you more about the Untitled once I finish my patrol, in 20-ish minutes?”

Faux-Catwoman nodded. “The gargoyle across from Drake Industries work for you?”

“Sure. What should I call you, by the way?”

“Onyx. Ciao!”

Twenty-three minutes later, Red Hood grappled up to his gargoyle, finding Onyx sitting beside it, casually swinging her feet as if she wasn't 40 stories up and untethered.

“So, you like Freddy too?”

“Freddy?”

“My thinking gargoyle. You're new in town.”

Onyx sighed heavily. “No, you're just the first person to notice I'm not Catwoman.”

Jason sensed she needed to talk more so he employed his most effective interrogation technique, silence, and she began talking a moment later.

“This is Paris all over again. Do you know about what happened in Paris?”

Jason nodded and pulled out a granola bar from his pocket, unwrapped it, and began eating as she continued.

“I was Ladybug. When I became Guardian of the Miraculous, I revoked my black cat's ring. He'd been corrupted since he wasn't a true black cat, and also from living in a house with the corrupted butterfly and broken peacock Miraculous. His dad was Hawkmoth, though he didn't know that, and he was my boyfriend as a civilian. Turns out he was cheating on me with my bully per his father's and my bully's manipulation.

“I used the Miraculous of Multiplication to become Bugmouse and Catmouse, and when I got the Miraculous from Hawkmoth, I put them away.

"My uncle helped me move here to start afresh… in Paris, everywhere I went, there were memories… And most weren't happy. When I came here, life was great… I didn't think I wanted another boyfriend but I did get one… And now I've broken up with him. He was perfect, and I was waiting for the imperfections, but... It turned into Paris II: Electric Boogaloo. He would disappear randomly, and it seemed like he was waiting till I was busy so I wouldn't notice. I followed him once because he'd left something behind, but it was like he knew I was tailing him and he lost me. He never introduced me to his family — he said they were semi-estranged, but I can't help wondering...

"So I grabbed a Miraculous and became Onyx; beating up bad guys is better than therapy, y'know? I just didn't expect to be traced by the Miraculous's signature by the Untitled.

“And now Gotham is becoming Paris,” she finished with a heavy sigh. “At least to me.”

After another silence, she gasped quietly. “I'm sorry for monologuing on you, you just felt… like a comrade, maybe? You give off safe vibes, anyways.”

The more she talked, the more she solidified his suspicion that Onyx was Marinette.

“I'm sorry you had to go through that, Onyx.” He didn't want to say anything else, partially out of guilt, and partially to stop himself from explaining everything and throwing himself on her mercy and begging her to take him back.

“So, the Untitled?” Onyx cleared her throat and straightened her shoulders, turning to see his (masked) face a bit better.

“Right. The Untitled are millennia-old evil sibling magicians who got their power from a well of evil. There are only eight members of the Untitled, but they are very old and powerful. They were enemies with the group who trained me, the All-Caste, and killed them all. They can't be killed by normal means, but I have the All-Blades, which can defeat them. Do you have anything that can harm them, do you know?” Hood asked.

“I suspect the ‘Cataclysm’ power and perhaps ‘Clout’ or ‘Uproar’, and though I'd prefer not to test it in battle and find I'm wrong, I don't know how else to confirm my hypothesis.”

“Then how about you stay in the background while I take on the Untitled with the All-Blades, and when there's an opening you try your hypothesis?”

“I can do that. When are we going?” He asked her.

“Sooner rather than later, I think. When can you-”

“Okay, give me ten minutes,” Onyx interrupted. “I'll get my Miraculous and meet you at the warehouse at the edge of Gotham, in the westernmost part of the Tricorner Yards. You can lure the Untitled there or something, right?”

“Yeah, I can do that. Ten minutes average or ten minutes on the dot?”

“On the dot. I have a very precise Miraculous.”

“...okay. See you in 10, Onyx.”

•○•○•○•

Ten minutes later, Onyx appeared in the shadows of the warehouse, where Jason was already in the middle of two Untitled, his glowing swords flickering in the dark and giving off an eerie vibe. The chill and sense of evil permeating the air didn't help, either.

Onyx's suit was now pure black, with thin stripes of red, magenta, and brown scattered around her suit.

“Cataclysm,” Onyx whispered and threw the ball of destruction at the Untitled on Jason's rear.

The Untitled were now alerted to her presence and she moved swiftly from shadow to shadow. One began to approach her, and she instinctively activated the tiger's power, ‘Clout’. The immense power from the magical punch knocked the being out, and Onyx turned her attention to the two Untitled who took the place of the previous duo already taken care of by Red Hood's swords.

“Uproar!” she cried, hoping the power-disrupting ability would work on the beings as she tossed the circlet like a frisbee at them. Onyx breathed deeply in relief when she realised her powers did work on the Untitled and turned to face the remaining two, back to back with Hood.

They attacked at the same time, swirling black shadows with surprising speed, but Onyx had prepared a second Cataclysm and yelled “Jump!” at Hood as the Untitled reached them.

The Untitled almost crashed into each other and tried to stop themselves before they could collide. It was too late, however. Onyx and Hood jumped to the first level above them (superpowers handily granting them extra height), and watched as the same cataclysm turned both ghouls into nothing.

Hood exhaled jaggedly and turned to her. “You have some nice moves and those were some sick abilities!”

She grinned, a little winded from using three Miraculous at once, and replied, “You weren't too bad yourself! Those swords sure are handy.”

“Yeah… Thank you for your help, Onyx. I couldn't have taken them all down at once without you.”

She waved it off and swung down to the floor again. “It was my pleasure, I assure you. I'm thrilled one less group of weird power-hungry monsters is after my head.”

“If you want to team up for a night of regular vigilantism, that'd be cool. Or are you leaving, now that you're safe again?”

“No, I'm here for another unforeseen amount of time,” she sighed, civilian life distracting her.

Hood didn't want to have her dwelling on their breakup quite yet so he decided to distract her. “Hey, how'd you learn that flippy move you did back there? It was really cool.”

Onyx cheered up a little. “Really? Thanks. My uncle taught me, actually... I'd taken gymnastics for a couple years so I had a good base and then he built off that. I have a similar build to his daughter, so he taught both of us. I think you'd get along great… He does prefer a sword, but he's still pretty handy with a gun.”

“Oh, maybe I've heard of him?”

“Uh...Slade Wilson?” Onyx asked hesitantly.

Deathstroke was Onyx's uncle?!

“Your uncle is Deathstroke?!” he blurted.

Onyx chuckled guiltily. “Heh. Not by blood, my nonna just has a ton of connections with really strange people, and she introduced us a few years ago. He kinda adopted me, so I just call him uncle. Y'know, we only see each other a couple times a year. He likes to surprise me when he visits and keeps my skills sharp, so he usually makes sneak attacks. I've got a good eye for attempted assassinations thanks to it!” she said cheerily, rambling in her nervousness but somehow concerning him more.

Hood was a little more scared of Onyx after he learned that information.

Yeah, Talia al Ghul had adopted him, but she was less likely to come after Marinette just because she was dating her son. Also, he knew her.

Slade was protective of his children, even if he did nothing else as their father, and he was unpredictable.

Hood shivered and headed home chilled, looking over his shoulder a couple more times than he usually did.

•○•○•○•

Jason wandered aimlessly down the aisles, collecting items he remembered he needed and tossing them in his basket. Bread, yeast for when he was feeling less sad and went back to making his own, milk, oats, soap, bandages and ointment, coffee, chicken, ice cream.

He headed to the only checkout lane open and put his purchases on the conveyor belt. The bored and tired-looking young adult started soullessly scanning them while Jason rolled his eyes at a gossip rag loudly proclaiming Wayne family "news" on its cover.

He reached for his wallet and spun back to face the shadows. Slim, black hair, shadowy…Marinette?

He looked closer and grimaced at Cass.

“What are you doing here?” he signed, annoyance clear in his body language.

“Saw you going by and you looked sad, so I followed you. No one else knows,” she replied.

He frowned harder. “I’m fine. Just tired. And I told B not to contact me. I’ll talk to whomever of you I want when I want to, and I don’t want to talk to any of you right now,” he signed emphatically. “Thanks for checking on me, but I don’t need it.”

He turned back to the slightly bewildered-looking cashier, who had only seen him making gestures at the shadows, and rolled his eyes harder. Stupid Bats, always making him look foolish.

He grimace-smiled politely and handed over the cash, grabbing his bags and leaving immediately, feeling even more foolish for thinking Cass had been Marinette.

Marinette wouldn’t be near him willingly for a while. Clearly he needed to do something about that.

He’d been feeling more foolish in the past couple days than in the past couple years combined.

Marinette had told him she was a temp hero, Multimouse, and stayed in contact with her friends, who had been temporary and official heroes. She clearly still cared about them and knew they were heroes, yet didn’t act any differently. He could’ve told her his secrets, she would’ve understood and kept them, but he didn’t want to hurt her with them.

Well, if she was still friends with official heroes, she’d obviously weighed the risks and decided it didn’t matter. He should have let her choose in their relationship, too.

Marinette had good judgement (the only strike he had against that evidence was her agreeing to date him in the first place, but then again he’d always been a good actor out of necessity) and he trusted it, although he hadn’t really shown that.

Tired of waffling between should he talk to her/should he leave her in peace and never show his face in front of her again, he finally decided.

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THE END of Part One

Thank you for reading!

*this sentence is all thanks to @nitwitjustice, who gave permission for me to use his quip in my fic :)

#Cardigan au #Jasonette #ali writes #Mlbxdc #Dcxmlb #Fic

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princessjungeun · 2 years

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lily as your girlfriend

*i was thinking of her today and i needed to post something…i’ll edit for spelling and grammar eventually*

🪷 you sat in front of her in geology lecture which you didn’t actually know but lily very much did

🪷 which is also how she ended up failing the first quiz…she was too busy staring at you

🪷 she wanted to introduce herself but chickened out every time she got close enough to do it

🪷 so she just crushed on you from afar

🪷 that was until you both went to the first LGBTQ+ alliance meeting on campus and she saw you

🪷 and coincidentally you sat next to her which made her NERVOUS. like so nervous that your first conversation went a little something like this:

🪷 “hi im lily” “oh hey i’m y/n” “i know- wait no that sounds creepy- i know as in you sit in front of me in geology lecture so…i know you from class” “oh really i didn’t even know, that’s so cool. maybe we can study together some time” “i- yeah- i can- we can…yes please…i’m sorry that entire conversation was so awkward….” “it’s okay, you’re cute”

🪷 yeah that last part had her face RED

🪷 you two did in fact become study buddies for geology which she learned was a topic of interest for you

🪷 so a lot of the times when you two studied you went on little tangents about rocks or geologic processes

🪷 and even though lily understood 10% of whatever your spiel was about, she listened and gave her full attention with that loving look in her eyes

🪷 because although she had no idea what the fuck you meant by ‘a‘ā and pahoehoe lava flows, she was more than happy to hear you talk about them

🪷 lily ended up confessing first and it was so cute because she didn’t realize she admitted it when she did

🪷 she was shocked to find out you liked her too because she was convinced you were out of her league or something

🪷 it took half the semester for you two to get together though because you were those “i need a girlfriend” “yeah me too” *doesn’t do anything about it* gays

🪷 but you two were cute together

🪷 you two explore around your campus and off campus all the time

🪷 so many picnic dates

🪷 even more bookstore dates

🪷 she’s not huge on PDA as in like kissing in public is a no

🪷 but she will hold onto your arm as you walk or she’ll hold your hand

🪷 she does this thing where she gets super shy when you look especially gorgeous— like she’ll look at you then start giggling and covering her face then she’ll look away and it’s that over and over while she is telling you that you’re too beautiful

🪷 you do the same thing but it’s more subtle and it catches her off guard every time because you find her most beautiful when she’s not trying

🪷 like she’ll be writing notes on the other side of her room and you just go “lils look at me” and she does and your eyes go soft and you’re all “you’re so beautiful” and she’s all “🙈 naur dont do that while i’m doing homework”

🪷 you’re both total bookworms and probably the dorkiest people your friends know

🪷 one time her best friend jiyoon invited you both to double date with her girlfriend and you both declined because you were in a HEATED game of scrabble

🪷 then another time you two had a friend intervention because you were both pulling all nighters to read novels. all because lily claimed she could read more books than you in a month.

🪷 you both tied for 5 novels in a month and have yet to reach a tie breaker after 2 years.

🪷 she makes so many corny crunchy annoyingly embarrassing dad jokes that are SO bad it’s actually impressive

🪷 both of you use cheesy ass pickup lines on each other just to see who can do it worse

🪷 she will randomly text you things that remind her of you but it’s never all cute and fluffy like you see in tiktoks or tweets

🪷 one time she sent you a picture of a praying mantis and said it’s face reminded her of you and you replied ???? thanks? and she was like you’re welcome :D

🪷 both of you love movie nights and have had like 40 harry potter and star wars marathons

🪷 she’s not a theater kid but she loves watching musicals

🪷 she’s made you watch phantom of the opera so many times now that you know it all word for word

🪷 you never made it through the first hour of the sound of music because you fall asleep every time

🪷 it took nearly three months for you to learn that lily can SING

🪷 she mentioned it once when you very first met her but all she said was “i sing a little when i’m alone in my room”

🪷 when she said that you expected a little song on a ukulele

🪷 you went expecting her to completely obliterate you in karaoke during a LGBTQ+ alliance club sponsored karaoke night

🪷 she was all shy when she said she was going to sing empire state of mind and next next thing you know she had the whole room silent

🪷 lily steals all of your hoodies but she gives them back in exchange for a different one

🪷 you don’t mind because they smell like her which is comforting…plus you steal her beanies so you can call it even

🪷 pinky promises

🪷 matching bead bracelets you made at 3 AM on a tuesday just because you wanted to have something matching that you made for her

🪷 cuddles are her favorite thing

🪷 when you sleep you hug her closer to your body which makes her so giddy she feels like she’s gonna burst

🪷 weekends are her favorites for that reason— you waking up next to her with your legs tangled together and bodies pressed against one another like puzzle pieces that fit perfectly into place

🪷 and you just end up giggling and kicking each other lightly after waking up

🪷 even when you both feel like you look the most bummy— in the morning with messy hair and crust in your eyes— that’s somehow also when you both think the other is stunning

🪷 you two use pet names but keep the typical ones for private only

🪷 so in public lily is quick to call you “gremlin”

🪷 but when you’re home she’s right back to “my love” or “babe”

🪷 you will call her something like “hobbit”

🪷 when you’re home you call her “jin” which is only acceptable from you

🪷 she’s quick to playfully hit anyone who calls her jin but when it’s you— something about the way you say it makes her all soft and mushy inside and she doesn’t understand it but she loves it

🪷 she get all embarrassed when you call her “baby” so you only ever say it when you two are alone and even then it’s just a mumble against her lips before you kiss her or right when you’re saying goodnight

🪷 you’re her first everything and she is yours too so things are definitely awkward and wrong but you both figure things out eventually

🪷 it’s cute though— your first kiss was just you both asking “is this okay” then going in for it then shying away until literally having to do a 1-2-3 count for it and after you two fell out laughing because you were so scared over something you realized wasn’t all that scary

🪷 all in all you two just enjoy the bliss that is young love. holding onto one another’s hearts and promising not to let them go.

#nmixx lily #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #nmixx imagines #nmixx scenarios #nmixx reactions #lily morrow #kpop girl group reactions #kpop girl group fluff #kpop girl group scenarios #my precious lilypad

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Hello, my name is Brianna. I am fairly new to the hinny fandom. I never took the couple too seriously in the books, since they only had a few scenes, and just thought J.K. Rowling needed to put Harry with someone. I started ASC about a month ago, for the Sirius and Remus raising Harry content, but now that I’ve caught up and I’ve seen your Hinny, I see them completely differently. I went back and read the last two HP books, and I’m a little confused how so many people are diehard shippers of this couple who is barely seen together. Ginny is such a small character in the books and we barely know her, and her scenes with Harry are short and infrequent. So can I ask you what made you fall so in love with them? Everyone who ships Hinny has told me they think the two of them are just so different than all the other HP couples and so unique. I just found out that J.K. Rowling herself called them soulmates. I’ve never heard her speak so highly of any of her couples. She has said iffy things on Remus and Tonks, James and Lily, and even said putting Ron and Hermione together was a mistake and she doesn’t think it would work out. Yet she states Harry and Ginny are “remarkable” together and are “soulmates.” It just completely shocks me because they barely exist outside of Harry’s own thoughts and a few heated snogs. So can you, or someone, explain to me why they’re so special. Is it the fact that they’re friends as much as they are lovers? Is it the quidditch bond? The whole “been possessed by Voldemort” thing? I mean I can see all that, but none of that is shown much in the books besides the quidditch bond. I’m not asking what makes their relationship a good one, I’m asking what makes it so much deeper and more remarkable than all the other couples in HP/ASC. Because if there’s this many people who love them this much, and the author herself basically said their relationship is stronger and more passionate than her other pairings, there is definitely something I’m not seeing. Because from what I can see in the books, they’re just like any other standard couple. She has a crush on the famous boy who’s her brothers best friend, he didn’t like her back. Then she got hot, and she was funny and he’d known her for a while, so he now thinks he’s in love with her. Then everyone marries their hogwarts sweetheart. I’m just not seeing anything that makes them so great of a couple.

Can someone explain to me?

Hi, Brianna!

First of all, welcome to the Hinny fandom! We are awesome because we love Hinny, who are awesome and perfect and so in love!

Thank you for starting my story of A Second Chance about Sirius and Remus raising Harry. I'm glad that version of Hinny has shown you a different perspective on them as a couple. I did make them a lot closer than in the books and I added a lot of backstory that JKR didn't provide. As to how so many people are such diehard Hinny shippers, I can't tell you why everyone else likes them, but I can tell you why I do and why I've shipped them together since the beginning.

The first time Harry ever sees her is in Philosopher's Stone and it's interesting to me because he's not a very observant person. The things he notices and things he doesn't sometimes makes him seem rather oblivious. Yet the first time he sees Mrs Weasley at the train station, he takes note of Ginny. He takes note of her immediately holding her mother's hand and then when they bid the boys goodbye, Harry actually watches Ginny waving at her brothers until he can no longer see her or Mrs Weasley anymore. In Chamber of Secrets, we're given more of Ginny's character. We learn that Ginny has a bit of a crush on Harry and is very embarrassed. She blushes when he's around and while Harry is embarrassed by this himself, he also again is very observant of her. From her putting her elbow in the butter dish, to asking about her being strange around him. When in the bookstore, he gives all of his books to her without a second thought -- not to Ron, but to Ginny. I think this is an important distinction that he gave them to her and not to his best mate. And here is where we see a bit of her personality coming out when Malfoy comes to taunt Harry, she immediately defends him. In the short weeks she's spent with him, she's realized he's not a celebrity, he's just Harry and he doesn't want the attention. She stands up for him. He's happy when she's sorted into Gryffindor with them. Harry notices she's quiet at school; is observant of Percy forcing a pepper-up potion on her, and when she approaches him and Ron to tell them about the diary, he immediately takes stock of her strange posture, the worry in her eyes, and he knows whatever she has to tell them is more than it seems, but they're interrupted and his attention is drawn elsewhere. Harry doesn't notice things like this about other random students and for someone he doesn't speak much with, it's interesting. To me it's like he was drawn to her in a way he didn't understand. The singing Valentine embarrasses him, but when he finds out its from her, he's more intrigued and confused. But like the butter dish, he doesn't mention it to her. Harry knows better than anyone that being singled out over a thing she might be embarrassed for isn't a good feeling and he doesn't mention it. Then, when Harry and Ron discover she's been taken down into the Chamber by the monster, yes, he has a hero complex and probably would have gone after anyone he knew down there, but his first thought when he sees her lying on the floor is please don't be dead. A boy who has never known affection, is basically touch starved and awkward when one of his best friends (Hermione) hugs or touches him, grabs her hand and begs her not to be dead.

In Prisoner of Azkaban, we don't see as much of Ginny, but it's her he notices after the Dementors attack the train. He takes note of how pale she looks and how horrified by whatever it was she sees and notices that other than himself, she seemed to be affected the most by the Dementors. In the Goblet of Fire, he sees her more around her brothers, sees the mischief in her with the way she laughs and talks with Fred and George. She's excited about the world cup and into the match like the rest of them and when Ron suggests he go to the Yule Ball with her, despite him having a crush on Cho, he immediately notices that she doesn't jump to go with him. She already promised Neville. For a girl that has a school girl crush on the Harry Potter, the fact that she keeps her word is something Harry notices. He doesn't take much in at the Yule Ball. He doesn't want to dance, isn't really his thing, but he notices Ginny dancing with Neville and that Neville steps on her toes.

In Order of the Phoenix, he sees more of that mischief side as she spends time trying to overhear things from the Order. He notices that she sits on his bed and tells him to calm down, tells him off for yelling at everyone. He notices her easy friendship with Tonks, takes note of the sound of her laugh, and that she cheers for his non expulsion even louder than the twins. When the DA starts, it's her suggestion of the name he's immediately drawn to despite fancying Cho who suggests Defence Association (DA). It's her he notices has great form and is powerful with her spells. When Arthur is attacked and he panics, it's Ginny who is the only person to get through to him and he immediately feels guilty for not remembering that this girl was once possessed by Voldemort and could tell him if he had been too. When he's missing Sirius, it's Ginny he tells and she sits there and listens to him without saying a word as they share chocolate in the library. When he has to go to the Ministry to save Sirius, it's her he steps in front of first to protect in the Hall of Prophecy. He notices how she tries to stand on her broken ankle, tries to be strong. And at the end of the book when Ron makes a comment about her dating Corner and she says she's dating Dean now, Harry immediately looks over at her like he's not sure how he feels about it.

In the Half-Blood Prince, you finally get to see him notice her in a romantic way. I think you see the way he has always been drawn to her, but is noticing new things and how worried he is about liking her because Ron is such an important person in his life. He admires her skills at Quidditch and seems to be fascinated by her hair and her laugh. They spend time together at the Burrow and she jokes with him about Bill and Fleur and makes him laugh for the first time since Sirius' death. He takes close note of when she's annoyed with Dean, her emotions and her attitude at times in the book where it almost seems out of place. When they finally kiss, it's a buildup we were all waiting for and he actually says that it's the happiest he's ever felt in his life. It's freeing to him because Ginny makes him feel like himself, like the person he's supposed to be without all of the darkness that seems to follow him. He's happy and when he breaks up with her after Dumbledore's death, the change in him is evident. It's her he thinks about about nonstop.

In the Deathly Hallows, he notices her gold dress and the way other people are watching her. He warns Viktor Krum away from her. When she kisses him in her bedroom before they leave, that moment is pivotal in their relationship and if Ron hadn't interrupted them, it makes you wonder what more would have happened or would have been said. He seeks her out on the map, watching her dot wander around Hogwarts gives him comfort. His eyes find her when he arrives at Hogwarts and when she argues with him about fighting, he's exasperated and proud and terrified of losing her more than anyone else. He doesn't ask anyone else to hide or to stay back -- only Ginny. When the battle is over, he looks for her in the Great Hall. She was the last thing he thought of before he went to his death and the last thought on his mind when Voldemort killed him.

It may have seemed like a quick relationship, but if you take all of these little pieces, I think you can see that Harry loved her longer than he realized. He paid attention to her. He took note of what she did when she was around him without realizing it. I think this is why they are soulmates because they were drawn to each other without fully realizing it and when they finally came together, it wasn't just that they made each other happy, it was that they made each other whole.

As I said, I have shipped them since Chamber of Secrets and have been a diehard Hinny fan since 1999 when I first read the books. They belong together and I just can't enjoy a story where they're not.

#asc asks #harry and ginny #hinny forever #why harry and ginny belong together #according to breanie

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