#canondivergence

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Canon Divergence (3) Masterlist

part one, part two

a good run of bad luck (ao3) - danisnopeonfire

Summary: “Should you be drinking on shift?” Dan quizzes.

“No,” Phil says. He grumpily collects the cards and shuffles them again, then looks at Dan. “Should you be visiting this casino every other night?”

(or phil is a casino worker and dan has a questionable gambling problem)

all i want for christmas (is you) (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)

Summary: He finds himself huffing out a small, high-pitched laugh that he couldn’t even dream of passing off as part of his natural register. “Hah… yeah. Mhm. Nice. Morn… ing. Yup. Sure is.”

Dan’s smile falls a tiny bit, a hint of confusion flickering behind his eyes. Unfortunately, that’s an expression Phil is all too familiar with receiving.

AU where Dan is Phil's Christmas coworker crush, and awkward boys are awkward.

Caller Unknown (ao3) - Marranje

Summary: “Well, can I scam you?”

Dan blinked.

What.

“Did you… did you just ask if you could scam me?”

“Yes. Can I scam you?” he repeated.

“… sure, you can try,” Dan replied, baffled.

or, that scam caller au nobody asked for

Chosen Family (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: After Dan comes out at fifteen, his parents don't pay him any mind. At sixteen, when he goes to his first pride, he meets Kath Lester. She becomes like a mother to him, and when his boyfriend hurts him, he goes to her for help. He wasn't aware that he would finally meet her youngest son, nor that Phil would be someone so special to him.

Finish Line (ao3) - dnpangels

Summary: Six Months after Dan and Phil broke up, Phil is already moving out and in a relationship, but Dan feels like his life has been put on pause. Through his pain, Dan tries to move on, but he is constantly reminded of the memories he made with Phil.

Fur-Ever (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Dog dads Dan and Phil marry their dogs, in preparation for their own big day

heart-shaped pizza (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: “I know how much you love your dips.”

“Jesus Christ.” Dan shakes his head. “You’re insane.”

“Is that a yes?”

“You didn’t ask it, bubby.” Dan smirks. “You do know there’s something you’re supposed to actually ask me, right?”

Or, Dan and Phil decide to film a second pizza mukbang video, and Phil has a surprise planned.

home renovations (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Phil is a new homeowner with a knack for getting himself into awkward situations around cute guys. Dan is a builder who's always working on renovations around Phil's house. What could go wrong?

(An alternate meeting YouTuber Phil/builder Dan AU.)

Hurt me once (ao3) - Augusti_Lila

Summary: Dan had decided to confess Phil his love. But sometimes what we plan it's not what we end up having.

i jump for my phone every moment it lights up (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan left YouTube behind to become an actor, but years later when coronavirus hits and forces him into self-imposed quarantine he rediscovers an old passion of his - AmazingPhil. He hadn't counted on becoming internet friends with him, or falling in love for that matter.

i love you. it's a fever dream. (ao3) - graydar

Summary: Dan is sitting half in his lap and Phil is wondering if he’s ever actually been this drunk in his life.

ice blue (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: The rink glitters white and vast, the sun somehow brighter for being concentrated between buildings.

(ice skating meetcute, for your december season)

into temptation (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Phil searches, following the sound, and sees the shape of someone moving through the crowd, a shimmer like a fish in water, there and then gone: a bare shoulder in a black tank top, the flash of a silver earring, dark curly hair, the side of a face. A moment later, and the shimmer’s come out by the bar, and Phil forgets to look away.

last disco (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: Two ridiculously-dressed guys meet on a night out.

(An AU where Dan gets dragged to the club and meets Phil, who’s dressed as the world’s gayest cowboy.)

laundry day (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: “Moving in?” Phil jokes mildly when he opens the door and sees the suitcase.

Lavender Tree (ao3) - js71

Summary: And Phil breathed in.

“If we met, at midnight, at the hanging tree.”

And out.

***

AKA: Different first meeting, post-society's collapse, but hopeful and sweet, with a little bit of angst.

meant for me (ao3) - graydar

Summary: Dan doesn’t believe in soulmates. Phil believes in everything. Dan is scared of everything. Phil is scared of Dan.

Pumpkin Spice (ao3) - ThoughtaThought

Summary: You remember how I left you on the verge of smut in Chapter 3 of Pumpkin Pride? Here ya go, here's that smut.

Rotten Luck (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: Dan had always had rotten luck, but sometimes to win, you need to lose.

So Long, London (ao3) - solarpower21

Summary: This can’t be Phil’s life right now. He can’t be having a panic attack in the bathroom of an airport café after randomly bumping into his ex and being told his flight home has been cancelled.

or: Dan and Phil did the unthinkable and broke up in 2020. They meet again, four years later on Christmas Eve.

Sun's out, nun's out (ao3) - m_katiep

Summary: It's pride month, Phil hears about an interesting drag event. He goes and sees a slutty nun. The nun is the most gorgeous non-binary brunette, who gets horny when drunk. They end up spending a night together <3

thrill me, chill me, fulfill me (ao3) - sadlybunny

Summary: Phil is playing Rocky in an upcoming production of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and is sent to work with a choreographer for extra help on a song. A choreographer that turns out to be extremely fit, and a song that turns out to be extremely sexual.

use the sleeves of my sweater, lets have an adventure (ao3) - whimsicaliity

Summary: ��Are you okay?” Are the first words the boy says to him, as he's laying flat on his back against the hot California sand. And while the appreciates the concern, he didn't come here to make friends. He makes one anyway - maybe more than that.

An alternate meeting.

"we gotta be brave" (ao3) - wednesday_ukiru

Summary: Six year old Phil misbehaves – and quickly becomes convinced he’s going to get picked up by Mrs. Fuse’s adoption agency. Instead, he meets a boy.

what if we kissed at the bunnings sausage sizzle? (ao3) - peterunivrse

Summary: the dan and phil bunnings au that no one asked for

When you see me, will you say I've changed? (ao3) - skygremlin

Summary: Dan has an identity crisis while touring We’re All Doomed and spontaneously moves to New York City to feel like he’s doing something good and productive with his life, running a bodega in Crown Heights alongside his new companion, a chaotic orange cat named Clint.

It’s a story about New York, and the quirks of owning a stray orange cat.

It’s also a story about trust and community, and handling the dissonance between the people and places we call home.

With enchantment on your side (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: Dan finds photos, and then he finds the person in them

[daxai123]

Always Led Back to You, an UnOrdinary fanfiction - Dark Reality (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1025863793-always-led-back-to-you-an-unordinary-fanfiction?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=uchihafeline John Doe/Seraphina Starts chapter 211, but there are FASTPASS SPOILERS for 212-214 Seraphina has reached her limit and knows she can't sit by and watch John destroy himself and take the rest of Wellston with him. With the promise of getting her powers back, she decides to take the risk despite everyone's warnings. However, something goes wrong, and Seraphina wakes up in her younger body, and the reality of John's era as King at New Bostin being an approaching storm. creator karin ochibi chan...... i humbly request the creator to finish this story

[kitttcatalyst]

Izuku Midoriya died first.

Katsuki Bakugou followed. Hell is not kind to children. It is not kind to anyone, but especially not to lost souls barely old enough to understand what they've done.

Katsuki learns this the hard way-through fire, through hunger, through the hands of sinners who see him as nothing more than a commodity. He learns quickly that Hell does not care if you regret, if you suffer, if you break.

But Katsuki didn't come here to suffer. He came here for Deku.

Dragged into a den of demons, a city of sin and survival, Katsuki finds himself entangled in the strange, chaotic world of a certain red-eyed princess and her grinning monster of a business partner. But none of that matters-not the war they're fighting, not the absurd concept of redemption, not even the tangled mess of alliances and enemies lurking in the shadows.

Because somewhere in the depths of Hell, Deku is here. He has to be. And Katsuki will tear this place apart if that's what it takes to find him.

Because he followed him once, and he'll do it again. No matter where it leads.

[aftgficlibrary]

Set after Neil’s mom dies, Neil gets arrested for fake ID. Neil goes to juvie where Andrew becomes his roommate. They play on the juvie exy team together. Dobson is also there as the juvie counsellor.

found it! -rocky

Oakland by AgentCoop (M | Incomplete | 30/?)

When Neil Josten gets arrested for a fake ID and thrown into the Juvenile Detention System, he knows that he's running on borrowed time before his father's men catch up. His mother is dead, there's nowhere to run, there's nothing left at all but an Exy court at the Oakland County Detention Center that he has to earn the right to play on through good behavior. And Neil's never been great at obeying rules. *** An Andriel AU where the boys meet as teens in Juvie.

/Graphic Depictions of Violence

[kikiswriting7]

Seoul Connection ✈︎ JJK ✈︎ PJM

CHAPTER 8

Authors note: Hey guys! Another week, another chapter!! I was feeling a bit blocked writing this one, but decided to post it as is. Hope you guys enjoy it!!

Also, less than a month to have ot7 back and I honestly I simply cannot freaking wait!!!!! Hope they all finish it safely and get out as soon as possible. Word on the street that Joon is sleeping next to his 'leaving clothes' since D-30 lol

Also, if you would like to have notifications as soon as im done with the chapters, I post first on AO3, so I suggest you follow it there if you want the new chapters ASAP haha

Lots of love, kiki --------------✈︎

The news broke like thunder.

Not the cinematic kind that rolls through the sky in warning—but the kind that crashes down without mercy, right on top of you. Violent. Sudden. The one that leaves your bones rattling. 

Your phone vibrates so violently on the nightstand that it skitters off the edge, landing on the floor with a sharp, accusing thud. It doesn't stop. Just keeps buzzing like it’s trying to wake the dead—or destroy the living. Your groggy limbs don’t want to move, but something in your chest starts to twist, coil, squeeze. You force your eyes open.

5:47 AM.

You blink. Once. Twice. The numbers don’t change.

Who the hell is texting you before sunrise?

For a split second, you almost reach for Evi’s contact out of reflex—ready to half-joke, half-scold her for pulling you into some chaotic rabbit hole this early. But your hand stills before it touches the screen. Evi wouldn’t. Not unless it mattered.

Your fingers fumble over the edge of the bed, blindly searching until your palm grazes the phone’s edge. You squint at the screen.

Twenty-three notifications.

The cold dread begins to bloom before you even unlock it.

The first one, timestamped 4:13 AM, stares at you like a siren in the dark:

[Yoshi 💚]:��Are you awake? Check Twitter. NOW.

You swipe down. Another from Evi, minutes later:

[my one and only true love]: girl its blowing out of proportions. I know you’re not PR but I’m sure the bomb is gonna drop in your lap at some point.

Your heart stutters, picking up a strange, off-beat rhythm as you scroll further.

Texts from the girls. Three missed calls from Seo-Jun—which throws you, given how distant he’s been lately. One from your supervisor.

And then Sana, which leaves your fingers frozen on the screen for longer then it should.

[San ✨]: Guess golden boy isn't so golden after all… Dating scandal with Ji-a just dropped. Everyone’s freaking out. Manager wants all hands on deck.

Your blood runs cold.

And then you're moving—sitting up too fast, legs tangling in the sheets, lungs tight as if the air has turned into smoke. Your fingers fly across the screen, launching your browser with practiced speed.

There it is. Headline after headline. Like digital shrapnel.

“Alleged Date: BTS’ Jungkook Spotted on Intimate Night Out with Actress Ji-a” “Golden Maknae’s Secret Romance? Late Night Rendezvous Caught on Camera” “HYBE Stocks Dip Following Dating Rumors of BTS Member”

The breath you suck in trembles through your chest.

The photos aren't explicit. No grand confessions. No stolen kisses in alleyways.

But you know that build. That silhouette. That casual oversized hoodie he wore just last week to the office, sleeves pushed up to his forearms like he always does.

And Ji-a’s smile—it’s the kind that reaches her eyes. Her hand is tucked into the crook of his arm like she belongs there. In another frame, she leans up—her lips brushing what looks like his cheek, but the angle swallows his expression whole.

It could be anyone. But it’s not. You know it’s him.

A sharp ache carves itself into your chest.

You swallow hard, but the knot in your throat refuses to budge. You blink, then blink again, as if that might make the headlines disappear. As if denial could overwrite truth.

He’s not yours.

He never was.

Still—your hands are trembling.

The screen buzzes again. Taking away the haze that had been taking control. 

[Manager Kim]: Emergency meeting at 7 AM. All staff required. Media response team assembling now.

You inhale, long and slow. A futile attempt to calm the chaos clawing through your ribcage.

This isn’t personal.

This is your job.

Your job.

You’re just staff. Intern staff, at that.

You tell yourself this again and again as you set the phone down. As you swing your legs over the edge of the bed. As your bare feet press to the floor.

But the words don’t land. They bounce right off the jagged glass now wedged in your chest.

You get dressed in silence.

Black slacks. Crisp white blouse. You tug your hair back into a low, tight bun. Not a strand out of place.

If you look like you have it together, maybe no one will see the cracks.

The mirror doesn’t lie, though.

Your eyes are red. Swollen in the corners. You look exactly like someone who barely slept, who was sucker-punched by a truth she never wanted to admit.

You stare yourself down for five long seconds.

Then you turn away.

The city blurs past the car window, a gray smear of buildings and movement. Your Uber driver hums along to a soft pop ballad, and your brain doesn't even register the lyrics until the segment changes.

A newscaster’s chipper voice cuts through the radio: “...breaking news in the world of K-pop today. BTS’s Jungkook was spotted late last night with actress Ji-a in what fans are calling a romantic date…”

You almost ask the driver to change the station. The words feel like needles under your skin, but you can’t summon the energy to speak.

You just press your forehead to the window, letting the cold glass anchor you. Ground you. Keep you from floating into the spiral that threatens to pull you under.

You don’t open your phone again.

You don’t want to see the trending hashtags.

Or the edits.

Or the commentary dissecting every inch of his posture, every pixel of her expression.

You already saw everything you needed to.

You felt it.

That silent confirmation that whatever sliver of hope you’d let flicker in your chest—whatever spark there was between you and him that night on the plane, or in the quiet glances at the studio—was nothing more than smoke.

Maybe it had been real for a second. Maybe not.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

Now the world had a new power couple to obsess over. And you?

You were supposed to be the ghost behind the curtain. Not even a footnote.

You arrive at HYBE twelve minutes early and walk into a war room.

The energy is electric—tight with tension, exhaustion, and that specific brand of focused chaos that only comes with a PR crisis. Laptops are open. Papers clutter the table. Coffee cups, some half-empty, litter the surface like fallen soldiers. On the main screen, the photos—the ones causing all of this—are blown up in high resolution, each pixel scrutinized to death.

Your eyes lock onto them. Not like you haven’t stared at them for way too long at this point.

“—we need to control the narrative immediately. We have a statement drafted, but timing is everything. The longer we wait, the worse the speculation gets.”

A woman from legal adjusts her glasses. “We also have to consider contract implications. If we confirm a relationship—”

Manager Kim cuts in sharply. “Let’s not jump ahead.” He runs a hand through his short black hair, eyes scanning the table, reading the tension in everyone’s posture. “Thoughts? Anyone?”

There’s a beat of silence. You’re not even sure why you open your mouth. Maybe it’s because you’ve been staring at the same three photos for an hour and something about them keeps nagging at you.

You lean forward slightly, keeping your voice light. “It’s just… interesting how conveniently unprovable these are. No face. No tattoos. Even the outfit—yeah, it looks like something he’d wear, but it’s not exclusive. The angles, the hair, the framing—it almost feels intentional. Like someone wanted it to look like him, without ever proving it.”

A few heads turn. You pretend not to notice, keeping your eyes on the screen.

Manager Kim taps his pen against the table once, then looks directly at you. “You’re saying we don’t even need to deny it—because technically, it can’t be confirmed.”

You shrug, casual. “If someone wants to believe it’s not him, there’s just enough doubt to let them. We don’t have to say anything. The public will do it for us.”

There’s a pause.

Then, Manager Kim nods. “We hold the statement. No confirmation, no denial. We circulate this internally—to senior staff, the social teams. Get a few trusted fan accounts to point out the lack of facial ID. Let the doubt spread organically. Let the public talk itself out of it.”

“But sir,” someone from PR chimes in carefully, “the fans are already—”

“They’ll speculate no matter what,” he says firmly. “Silence is not admission. It’s refusal. And we’re not playing a game we can't win.”

Murmurs of agreement ripple around the table. The head of PR is already scribbling notes.

You sit back in your chair, trying not to overthink it. You hadn’t expected anyone to actually listen to what you said, let alone use it. But Manager Kim throws you the smallest glance—barely there, but unmistakably approving.

And suddenly, you feel the weight of it settle in your chest.

He turns to security. “Increase protection for all members. Especially Jungkook. No press contact, no comments. Adjust schedules only if absolutely necessary. We need to show this doesn’t touch us.”

The meeting moves on—action items, timelines, roles. You take notes automatically, keeping your focus on logistics: extra guards, backdoor exits, minimizing visibility. You bury yourself in the tasks. It’s easier than thinking about everything else.

An hour later, the meeting begins to thin out. Someone from the team walks over, clutching a folder.

“Y/N,” she says, “can you take these revised security protocols to the members? They’re in the practice room.”

You stay long enough to answer a few questions about exits and the new silent protocol for building arrivals. Jin nods seriously. Yoongi doesn't look up. No one asks about Jungkook.

You don’t either.

Your voice is even, measured, as if your pulse isn’t climbing with every second you stay in the room. As if your bones aren’t buzzing like live wires beneath your skin. You can still feel the aftershock of the meeting upstairs—the sharp, clipped tone of voices deciding how to erase the truth without technically lying. Your own voice, echoing in the room when you hadn't meant to say anything at all.

And then Manager Kim's approval, the way it had cut through the static.

Now here you are. Delivering orders about protection and secrecy to the very people who need shielding from the world—and maybe, in some way, from each other.

As you excuse yourself and are halfway down the hallway, you hear Jimin’s voice call after you.

“Y/N.”

You stop mid-turn. “Yeah?”

He jogs lightly to reach you, slowing as he gets close. His face is unreadable—his usual brightness dimmed, replaced by something quieter, more careful.

“Did you see him?”

You don’t ask who. The question thuds in your chest like a dropped weight.

“No,” you answer. “Not really.”

Jimin nods like he expected that. “He’s in the small studio. Said he needed air but didn’t want to leave the building.”

There’s a pause. The kind that stretches too long, not awkward, but full of things neither of you says.

You don’t move. Neither does he.

His gaze lingers on you—not sharp, not suspicious. Just… searching. Watching you like he’s weighing whether to ask more or let you go.

Then, softer, “You should… uh, go talk to him.”

You nod. Not because you understand, but because you don’t know what else to do.

“I’ll… bring him a copy of the protocols,” you manage, lifting a few spare sheets from the folder. It gives you something to carry. A reason. A script.

Jimin doesn’t smile. He just hums. “You don’t have to talk to him, you know. If it’s easier.”

But that’s the problem, isn’t it?

Nothing about Jungkook is ever easy.

With Jimin, things slip into place. His warmth is effortless. The way he notices without asking, how he makes you feel seen without the pressure of being understood.

Jungkook is different.

You can never tell if he’s trying not to feel or feeling too much. He’s quiet in ways that leave room for your own noise, but when he does speak—it sticks. Like he doesn’t talk unless he means it. Like everything matters.

He never pushes. He doesn’t chase.

But he makes you want to walk toward him anyway.

And that’s what makes it hard.

You nod again and turn, the walls of the hallway closing in around you. Each step toward the small studio feels like a dare. Like walking toward a cliff's edge in the dark—knowing something waits on the other side, but unsure whether it will catch you or let you fall.

When you reach the door, your hand hesitates on the handle.

There’s no sound inside. Not even music.

You knock.

No answer.

Another beat. Then, softly, you push the door open.

He's there, in the sofa, laying face down and one arm hanging off, hoodie pulled low. A water bottle sits untouched beside him. His phone is face-down. His body language is closed off, locked down like he’s trying to disappear into the cushions.

Your breath catches.

You should say something. Announce yourself. But you don’t.

Because for a moment—for a single, gut-wrenching moment—you just look at him. You let yourself see him. Not the idol. Not the subject of a PR meeting. Just the boy who sat beside you on a plane, who laughed at your jokes before either of you realized where this would all lead.

Your bones shake—not from fear this time, but from restraint.

He shifts then, sensing you. His head turns slightly. Just enough to glance over his shoulder, but not enough to face you fully.

You hold up the pages. “Security protocols,” you say, your voice softer than it should be. “They need you to review them.”

His eyes flick down to the paper, then back to you. He doesn’t reach for them.

He doesn’t speak.

The silence between you stretches, drawn tight like a thread caught between two pins. His face is pale. Tired. He looks like someone who hasn’t slept. Someone who’s been watched too closely for too long.

You swallow hard. “They’re not asking you to say anything,” you offer. “No comment. No confirmation. Just… let the noise pass.”

Finally, he speaks.

“I didn’t think it would matter.”

His voice is low. Rough.

You blink. “What?”

He turns his face a little more. You can see his profile now—the slope of his nose, the sharp line of his jaw, the hollow beneath his eyes.

“I didn’t think… going out for dinner with someone would matter this much.”

The ache in your chest sharpens. “It’s not your fault.”

He huffs, almost a laugh. “That’s what they all say, right? When it becomes your fault anyway.”

You want to step closer. You don’t.

He finally looks at you fully sitting up, and it’s worse than you expect. Because he doesn’t look angry. Or defensive. Or even embarrassed.

He just looks disappointed.

So you place the papers on the nearest table and nod. “I’ll let them know I gave these to you.”

You turn to go.

“Y/N.”

You took a tentative step forward back at him. "Are you... I mean... do you need anything?”

A hollow laugh escaped him. "Need anything? No. I think I've got everything covered.”

An uncomfortable silence stretched between you. There were a thousand things you wanted to say, questions you wanted to ask. But none of them were your right.

"I should go," you finally murmured, moving for the door. 

His hand shot out, catching your wrist. The contact sent electricity up your arm, and you froze, eyes wide as you looked up at him.

"Do you believe it?" he asked, voice low and intense. "What they're saying?"

Your pulse hammered against his fingers. "It's not my place to—"

"I'm asking what you think," he interrupted, eyes searching yours with an urgency that made your breath catch. "Not what your job says you should think."

You hesitated, acutely aware of his grip on your wrist, the warmth of his skin against yours. "I think... I think it doesn't matter what I believe."

Something flickered in his eyes—disappointment? Frustration? You couldn't tell.

"It matters to me," he said quietly.

Your heart stuttered. "Why?"

He didn't answer immediately, his gaze dropping to where his fingers still circled your wrist. Slowly, almost reluctantly, he released you.

"Forget it," he muttered, stepping back. "You're right. It doesn't matter."

The sudden distance between you felt like a physical ache. You wanted to reach for him, to pull him back. 

Instead, you said, "I should get back to work."

He nodded, already turning away. "Yeah. Me too."

You watched him walk past you toward the practice room, shoulders squared as if preparing for battle. Just before he disappeared around the corner, he paused, glancing back at you.

For a moment—just a heartbeat—his expression softened into something so vulnerable it made your chest hurt.

Then he was gone.

The rest of the day passed in a haze of activity. As Manager Kim had directed, no official statement was released. Social media exploded with speculation, as expected. Fans trended supportive hashtags. Reporters camped outside the building. Security was doubled.

Through it all, you moved on autopilot, completing tasks with mechanical efficiency while keeping your emotions carefully locked away. You didn't see Jungkook again. Didn't seek him out. Didn't allow yourself to wonder where he was or what he was thinking.

It wasn't until evening, when the office had finally emptied and the crisis management had shifted to overnight monitoring teams, that you allowed yourself to breathe.

Your apartment felt emptier than usual when you finally returned home, the silence pressing in from all sides. You dropped your bag by the door, kicked off your shoes, and moved through the darkened rooms without bothering to turn on the lights.

In the kitchen, you poured yourself a glass of water and leaned against the counter, staring at nothing. 

You set the glass down harder than intended, water sloshing over the rim. This was ridiculous. You were acting like a lovesick teenager, not a professional adult with responsibilities and boundaries.

Whatever Jungkook felt—whatever that is—it couldn't matter. Not in the real world where he was a global superstar and you were a temporary intern who would be gone in seconds if compared to the timing of their life. 

Your phone buzzed on the counter, pulling you from your thoughts. Probably Yoshi or Mitsuki checking in. They'd been texting all day, offering support and distraction in equal measure, even though you don’t want to admit why they would do so. This doesn’t impact you at all. 

You picked it up, glancing at the screen.

Your heart stopped.

[Jungkook]: Are you awake?

You stared at the message, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Three simple words that somehow felt monumental.

The response was immediate.

[Jungkook]: Can I call you?

Your pulse raced. This was crossing a line—a line you'd been carefully maintaining for weeks. A line that protected you both from complications neither of you needed.

The phone rang seconds later. You answered on the second ring, breath caught in your throat.

"Hey." His voice was rough, lower than usual.

"Hey," you echoed softly.

Silence stretched between you, heavy with all the things neither of you knew how to say. You could hear his breathing, slightly uneven, as if he'd been running. 

"I'm sorry," he said finally. "For texting so late."

"It's fine." You moved to the living room, sinking onto the couch. "I wasn't sleeping."

Another pause.

"I wanted to explain," he began, then stopped. "No, that's not right. I need to explain. About the photos. About Ji-a."

Your heart hammered against your ribs. "You don't owe me an explanation."

"I know." His voice softened. "But I want to give you one anyway."

You closed your eyes, clutching the phone tighter. "Why?"

The question hung between you, simple but loaded with meaning.

"Because," he said slowly, as if choosing each word with care, "I can't stand the thought of you believing something that isn't true."

Your throat tightened. "Jungkook..."

"It's not what it looked like," he continued, a note of urgency entering his voice. "Ji-a and I... we have history. We used to... see each other. But it wasn't serious. It was never serious."

You swallowed hard, unsure what to say. The confirmation of their past relationship wasn't surprising, but it still stung in ways you hadn't expected.

"She called Sunday night," he went on when you didn't respond. "Wanted to meet. I thought... I don't know what I thought. That maybe if I saw her, I could stop thinking about—" He broke off abruptly.

"About what?" you asked, barely above a whisper.

There was a long pause, filled only with the sound of his breathing.

"About you," he finally said, so quietly you almost missed it. "I can't stop thinking about you."

The world seemed to still around you, everything narrowing to the sound of his voice in your ear and the thundering of your heart.

"Jungkook..." Your voice faltered. You didn't know what to say—what you could say. This was too much, too fast, too complicated.

"I know," he said quickly, as if sensing your panic. "I know this is crazy. I know I shouldn't be saying any of this. But after today—after everything—I just... I can’t keep pretending."

You pressed a hand to your forehead, trying to steady yourself. "I don't understand. Why would you go see Ji-a if...?" You couldn't finish the question.

He exhaled slowly. "Because I thought it would help. I thought if I was with someone else, maybe I could forget how I felt about you. But it didn't work. It just made everything worse."

"That's..." You struggled to find words, emotion clogging your throat. "That's a lot to process."

"I know." His voice softened with regret. "And I'm dumping it all on you at once. I'm sorry."

You both fell silent. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of everything he was saying. Jungkook—Jeon Jungkook—couldn't stop thinking about you? It seemed impossible, like something from a dream you'd wake up from any moment.

You took a deep breath. "I don't know what to say. This is... complicated."

"I know."

"You're you, and I'm me, and there are a thousand reasons why this is a bad idea."

"I know that too."

You closed your eyes, gathering courage. "And I'm only here temporarily. I go back in a few months."

"I know," he repeated, quieter now. "But none of that changes how I feel."

Your heart ached at the raw honesty in his voice. Part of you wanted to tell him that you felt it too—that impossible pull, that connection that had been there since the plane. That you thought about him constantly, that seeing those photos had hurt more than you could admit.

But the rational part of you knew better. Knew that opening that door would only lead to pain for both of you.

"I don't know what you want from me," you said finally, your voice small.

"Nothing," he answered immediately. "I don't expect anything. I just... I needed you to know the truth. About Ji-a. About me. About how I feel. I hate waiting to see how things turn out and I’ve been doing it for too long with you. Its been driving me crazy not talking things out."

You nodded, even though he couldn't see you. "Thank you for telling me."

Another silence fell, this one heavier than before. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. Frozen into whatever it is that is stirring inside of you. 

"It's late," he said softly. "We should both get some sleep."

You heard his quiet exhale—disappointment, maybe, or just resignation. "Yeah. You're right." After a beat you added "Jungkook?"

"Hmm?"

You hesitated, then said, "I'm glad you called."

It wasn't much—nowhere near the confession he'd given you—but it was all you could offer right now. A small acknowledgment that his words meant something to you, even if you couldn't return them in kind.

"Me too," he murmured. Then, after a pause: "Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight, JK."

The call ended, but you sat there for a long time afterward, phone clutched to your chest, his words echoing in your mind.

"I can't stop thinking about you."

You wanted to believe him. Wanted to let yourself feel everything you'd been suppressing for weeks. But the reality of your situation loomed large—he was Jeon Jungkook, and you were just... you. Temporary. Transient. Already counting down the days until you'd leave.

Getting involved would only end in heartbreak. For both of you.

So why couldn't you stop smiling at the memory of his voice, soft and vulnerable, admitting he couldn't get you out of his head?

You fell asleep on the couch, still fully dressed, torn between hope and fear, joy and dread—and the growing certainty that whatever line you'd been trying to maintain had already been crossed, whether you were ready to admit it or not. Chapter 7 - Chapter 9

[mary-ragondin]

The scars of the father and the lover - Uncle Nando (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1515884636-the-scars-of-the-father-and-the-lover-uncle-nando?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=LittleRagondin

NEW CHAPTER OUT !!

Will be posted on ao3 tomorrow when i will update the others chapters

[andromeda-ab]

The Hand That Needs You - Chapter Seven (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1513926064-the-hand-that-needs-you-chapter-seven?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=andromeda24602 

“Really, this forest was just another kind of star destroyer, a different kind of mechanism. And Rey knew machines. Knew them literally inside and out. She could learn this new system as she learned every other: take it apart, and put it back together.“

[ereri-fics]

Hellos

Do you know any EreRi fics when Eren is a Titan? Not a Titan shifter but he’s a full Titan then turns human or transforms into a humanoid? Levi meets the Titan. I prefer Bottom Levi if that’s possible.

Thank you ❤️

Beyond the walls by Clueless_mf

Levi gets hurt when going beyond the walls, he wakes up in a strange place only to learn that the person who brought him there was the thing he hated most.

You can also check our titan!Eren tag.

R.

[bingqiufics]

Title: Scum Villain’s Accidental Romance System

Author: BurnerAccount

Relationship: Bingqiu

Timeline: Canon Divergence

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen

Length: Novel (80K) - WIP (11/12)

Summary:

Binghe’s grip on him gentles. “Oh, Shizun… You must have been lonely with me away, to turn to someone like him. No need to worry - I’m here now to take care of you.”

“I don’t need your ‘care’,” he says stiffly.

Binghe smiles, his teeth a bit too white and sharp. “I haven’t forgotten how much Shizun hates demons, but that’s alright. I’ll make Shizun’s body love me, until he can’t live without me no matter how much he hates me.”

Luo Binghe doesn’t pick charisma as his dump stat, but sacrifices his morality for it. Shen Qingqiu is left to suffer the brunt of the deep chasm of affection his disciple has nurtured towards him, all in an effort to protect the man he’d once thought to rely on to save his life.

Shen Qingqiu has accepted that yes, this is a novel. And yes, it is going to have stupid plot points that he can (probably) do nothing about. His inevitable, horrible fate is his most probable future - but hey, it's at least a ways off yet, right?

A Stallion novel has stupid tropes, but he's 100% - no, 1000% sure, that these aren't in the standard package.

[ficfinding]

#harrypotter #percyweasley #perciver #canondivergence

Hey I'm look for a fic on ao3 where Percy runs a halfway house for people in the Order of the Phoenix and Oliver comes a few times and towards the end the house is attacked through a hearing thingy in the microwave. Remus Lupin in mentioned and Percy is told at the end that they only sent the best to him because his house was so good.

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[phanfictioncatalogue]

AU - Canon Divergence (2) Masterlist

part one

a night to remember (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: Why did he think going anywhere alone would be a good idea? And to an honest to god queer prom for sad grown-ups who missed out the first time around because they were too busy being closeted.

Bittersweet (ao3) - heylazeh

Summary: “Do you believe that there's another world at the other side of the mirror where everyone is opposite?”

“No.”

“Watch out"

dan and philly's wet moments (ao3) - heartsopenminds

Summary: Phil loathes hiring people to come and fix stuff around the house - he never imagined that watching someone power washing a patio could be so much fun though.

dan is not a pianist (ao3) - Marranje

Summary: How Phil went from watching the pianist and youtuber Dan from afar to being by his side through the most important moments of their lives.

Disturb the Universe (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Dan and Phil are a successful YouTube duo, best friends and next door neighbors. Phil's married with two kids and Dan's long term boyfriend is like the queen's cousin or something. Their lives are fine--perfectly acceptable--but when two unrelated emergencies land Dan and Phil living together for the first time since 2012, they're forced to examine the choices they've made and confront the feelings they've kept quiet for nearly a decade.

Drips Through (ao3) - artbabe

Summary: Dan goes outside to smoke at a party. Phil joins him.

drop your heart I'll save it for you (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Tenderness isn't part of the deal, nor are soft words, or feelings, or kisses that don't lead to fucking. It's not what Dan asked for, and it's certainly not why someone would choose to fuck their friend slash flatmate slash colleague who they absolutely don’t have any feelings for.

Equilibrium (ao3) - phan_anon

Summary: It's 2016, and Omega!Dan doesn't need an Alpha to be happy, thank you very much. He's quite content living with best friend, flat mate, business partner, co-author, ex-boyfriend, and occasional lover, Beta!Phil. Quite content, that is, until an unplanned pregnancy disturbs the comfortable equilibrium they've established over the years...

from up here you can't beat the view (just watch me now) (ao3) - kishere, maybeformepersonally

Summary: It's 2009 and Dan finds Phil on the internet when a well-meaning mate of his recommends him to a certain site she likes. Dan quickly becomes a fan: watching Phil's videos religiously and interacting with him on his socials. And, soon enough, Phil starts noticing him.

A familiar enough story on the surface but here's the catch: Phil has never been involved with YouTube.

Phil is a camboy.

Guilty Pleasure (ao3) - ThoughtaThought

Summary: Dan and Phil meet at a BDSM club and decide to play. Dan is a rigger and a masochist. Phil is a sadist and a rope bunny. It’s perfect.

hard launch at last (ao3) - calvinahobbes

Summary: “Maybe the exact right moment won’t ever present itself.” Dan can feel himself hurtling towards some cosmic revelation as they stand here on a sandy beach in Portugal, the ocean bringing out the blue in Phil’s eyes.

I try to picture me without you but I can't (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: After Dan's tragic death, Phil starts having a bunch of strange dreams where he is still alive. But are they really just dreams?

Or: Phil's s̶o̶u̶l̶ consciousness can't cope with Dan's death, so he starts hopping between different universes to look for him.

more than convenient (ao3) - baroquen

Summary: Based on a Tumblr post.

In which Dan keeps seeing Phil as the closest profile on Grindr and finally says "fuck it."

(Except it's very sappy)

nylon is for delicate work (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: A forensic linguist meets a lawyer in Rawtenstall.

re: the apple store guy...IT ALL WORKED OUT! (ao3) - strange_highs_and_strange_lowss

Summary: Based on a craiglist "best of" posting. Apple Store customers Dan and Phil frequent the "missed communications" page. The world's most coincidental first date follows.

rocks wishing to be clouds (ao3) - catboyhowell (bloodyscarab) (ao3) - pinkseason

Summary: i'm a loose bolt of a complete machine. what a match, i'm half-doomed, and you're semi-sweet. - a story about kidnapper voicemails, habitual insecurity, and conversations within conversations.

Tried to do headstands for you (every time I fell on you) (ao3) - popsongnation

Summary: “I’m not always this clumsy and accident prone, I swear,” Dan says, and maybe he’s lying, but Phil doesn’t have to know that. How hard can it be not to injure yourself at a coffee shop? He just needs to remember which way the doors open, and buy new shoes. He’ll be fine.

Or: coffee shop/uni AU in which Dan keeps injuring himself in increasingly ridiculous ways, Phil regularly has to patch him up, and it’s Christmas time.

Two Man Team (ao3) - Nefertiti1052 (Succubusphan)

Summary: This is the story of two struggling friends who after many trials and tribulations find their way back to each other and build the life they've always dreamed of.

Or how Phil changed his life by talking to random strangers on the internet.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

AU - Canon Divergence Masterlist

Blue Masquerade (ao3) - CalumSmiles (dreamforlife) michael/luke E, 85k

Summary: Michael is in love with Luke. That much is clear. Well, to Calum, Ashton and the rest of the world anyway. Luke is blissfully oblivious to the blatant signs. He gets a girlfriend. Michael tries to move on.

Spoiler: he fails.

Chrysalis (ao3) - jbhmalum michael/calum T, 49k

Summary: When Michael breaks up with him without an explanation, Calum is left confused as he tries to pick up the pieces. He just doesn’t realise they’re not meant to be put back together the same way.

desert sunrise (ao3) - citiesbelow michael/calum, past michael/crystal E, 15k

Summary: AU in which Michael ends up single early in quarantine and Calum has been pining for him for years, but even when they get to Joshua Tree, he’s determined not to say anything out of fear of ruining their friendship. He can’t keep a secret forever, however, especially not from his best friends.

Faulty Figures (ao3) - dwarvenchords luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 27k (WIP)

Summary: "I’m very glad you’re here. I think that this can be a wonderful experience for models and artists alike. Maybe seeing yourself in a static presentation can give you a different perspective on yourself.” Lynn gestures to his body while she speaks, “Seeing your outside on parchment or canvas can help you see the inside of yourself as well. Seeing how another person comprehends you.”

Ashton is an artist struggling with drawing people, and a blind pairing on a Figure Drawing seminar creates a connection between two strangers.

give me a sign you're okay (ao3) - pendragoh michael/luke M, 2k

Summary: He breathes against the glass, and his brow furrows when he sees what’s there, completely confused.

All that’s written, foggy and spotty in Luke’s messy handwriting, is ‘you were right.’

What does that mean? - Or, Luke is depressed and cryptic and Michael just wants to know what's wrong.

I Don't Wanna Be a Monster Among Men (I Won't Break Your Heart Again) (ao3) - Anonymous michael/ashton, ot4 M, 2k

Summary: Ashton’s hand moves to finger Michael’s fringe. “It’s okay, honey,” he interjects, whispering. “If you want, I can listen and not talk. No pressure, though.”

Michael contemplates but nods slowly. He takes another blow of his joint and observes Ashton lighting his own before speaking. “I’ve been doing a lot of research on it lately. I don’t know how to tell people because they,” He pauses to sigh again, “wouldn’t get it.”

(Or where Michael isn't really Michael but struggles with telling his partners.)

Not Knowing What to Hold On To (ao3) - Bibsibi luke/ashton, michael/calum M, 20k (WIP)

Summary: "Luke thinks he’s always had a crush on Ashton."

Or the one where Ashton is Jack's best friend and Luke is stuck being desesperately in love with him since he's four, and getting his heart broken more times than a heart can handle.

take a picture, it'll last longer (ao3) - fiveandnocents luke/ashton, background michael/calum, past luke/omc E, 11k

Summary: “Did you look at them?” Luke asks, one arm over his eyes, beer can dangling lightly in the other. Based on the cans that Ashton has to kick away to sit at the opposite end of the couch, it’s not Luke’s first of the day.

To be fair, he had just gotten broken up with earlier this week, so maybe this is more of a multi-day scenario. Ashton can’t really blame him. It’s not shaping up to be a week of Luke’s greatest hits.

(or: Luke’s nudes get leaked. Ashton copes.)

the kids will be alright, eventually (ao3) - wafflelashton luke/ashton, ashton/ofc T, 45k

Summary: ashton falls in love with his best friend, luke, and is somehow the last to know.

The Sun Is Burning Down Los Angeles (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum M, 40k

Summary: Calum probably signed a form saying he wouldn’t fall in love with the lead singer of the band. And he really doesn’t want to. What a cliché. It’s just…people get famous for a reason. This guy got famous for all the reasons. 

Calum moves to LA to work for 5SOS.

we'll make the great escape (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) ot4 T, 2k

Summary: “Okay,” Calum says once Ashton considers turning around and bolting, muscles tense for a fight. “What do you need us to do? Do you want us to distract everyone? We can buy you some time.”

“I want you to come with me.”

or: Ashton is leaving, and he wants to take his boys with him

you look so good (ao3) - mummifiedteenagedream michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: "“Like what you see, Clifford?” He asked cockily. He crossed the room to the sofa and began to lace his Converse up, tying them into a messy bow and started on the next foot.

Mikey spluttered, “n-no! Shut the fuck up Hemmings, I've seen how you've been looking at me all night!”"

[kikiswriting7]

Seoul Connection ✈︎ JJK ✈︎ PJM

CHAPTER 1

Authors note: Been having a lot of fun writing this one. Hope you enjoy it too! :) Let me know what you think <3

Chapter 1 You are midway through your flight, almost getting back to Seoul after so long apart. You are going back to live there for your internship, which you got very last minute as one your best friends, and the one who was supposed to come, had a family emergency which didn’t allow her to come. You are Korean, spoke solely at home too with your parents as you imigrated to Europe when you were young, but this is the first time actually visiting the coutnry you heard so much about. You were a mere baby the last time you were in your home country, so you had to live your whole life through the telling of others.

The seats on this plane are set weird for business class. You definetly wouldn’t be able to afford to sit here normally, that’s for sure. So you are very thankfull the misterius company that works with your school is paying for everything during this internship.

You unfortunetly didn’t get a window seat and had to settle to following the plane in the small map screen as you are sure that is the best enterteinment on a flight anyway. The man sitting next you arrived late almost as the doors where closing to sit down and sink into his chair.

Suddently the plane starts shaking and you grasp your seat tighter. The signs in the cabin together with the annoucement of the pilot of “fastening seatbelts and put your chairs in upright position” make you more anxious as this means more is to come. You are not a terrible flyer but you definetly cannot handle turbulances very well.

You whine as brace again as the airplane shakes and your tension only rises.

The guy in nexy to you looked up and into your seat “You don’t have to worry about it. It always happens around this time of the flight”

“Yeah, I try to tell myself that but it’s a bit hard” you close your eyes again whining more “when the plane feels like this” I look at him as he takes his mask. his face is familiar but cannot quite place it. He feels bad for you, and understands your situation.

“I am arriving in seoul for the first time in a long timeand I really dont know where to go haha do you have any tips? I am a nervous flyer I talk a lot when im nervous sorry you seemed approachable”I blurt out fast as I try to look at him with a nervous smile forming on my lips

He is suprised that you didn't recognized him and as he thinks about how to answer, he finds it cute how nervous you are

"Oh, okay. Don't worry about it, I don't mind. To which area of Seoul do you go? There are many good hotels around."

“Uhh.. I’m not sure yet? I’m going there for an internship and I’m not familiar with the areas yet, not really had a lot of time to research it either.” I tell him. He nods and thinks for a moment*

"I see. Well, if you are looking for a good location, I would recommend Hongdae. It's a trendy district and is surrounded by many hip restaurants, bars, shops and all. The clubs there are actually quite nice.”

“Cool! I heard its full of fuckboys though” You immediately want to cover your mouth with your hand for speaking maybe too much but they are rather busy with you holding for your life

He laughs a little which surprises you and he shakes his head. "Yeah, you're not wrong. Hongdae are full of boys who love to flirt." He couldn't help but smile, he could tell that you were a nervous but he thought it’s cute.  “But, I’m sure you’ll be fine. I’m sure you’ll be popular there.” He’s smiling now, clearly entertained by your bluntness. "But I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’ll probably be popular there."

You raise an eyebrow. "Thanks?" You’re not entirely sure if he means popular in Hongdae or just in Korea in general, but you chuckle anyway. For Jungkook, It’s rare for him to meet someone who talks to him so naturally, without hesitation. He finds it refreshing.

"I hope to make friends soon," you add, realizing you’ve been oversharing but unable to stop yourself. "It feels weird moving across the world, but I’m happy I did it."

"That’s a good mindset. It can be hard, but it’ll be worth it. You’re brave. I like that."

You smile. "Thanks. I appreciate it. I’m sorry—I won’t interrupt your flight anymore."

He shakes his head. "It’s okay. Talking to you was… nice. If you need anything, you can text me." He pulls out a small piece of paper and hands it to you.

You blink down at it. That was smooth.

"You’re not one of those Hongdae boys, are you?" You narrow your eyes playfully, waving the paper slightly. "Because this? This was a pro move."

He laughed again and shakes his head no, clearly amused. “No, I’m not.” He answered and found it funny that you questioned that. He was used to have girls swarming around him but he found you different and interesting.

“Good because I dont save number of” I do air quotes as I say this “boys who love to flirt with anything that moves”

He laughs at your behaviour since he thinks it’s adorable. “Is that so? Well, I’m glad I passed your test then.” He said jokingly and tilted his head.

I smirk “well see about that….?” I say with a tone waiting for his name at the end of the sentence.

He smirks as he realized what you’re trying to do, he couldn’t deny that it’s making him a little excited. You really didn’t know him?

He said in a low voice, making sure no one else could hear them “Well, my name is Jungkook.”

I smile and raise an eyebrow. Also whispering in reply “Nice to meet you Jungkook. Why are we whispering?”

“Nice to meet you too.” He said softly before he answered your question “Well, you see, if other people found out I’m giving my private number to someone… I’m going to get a lot of questions.”

“why would it matter?” Suddenly the plane goes through a rough patch of turbulence again and I shriek grasping the seat once more.

He couldn’t help but chuckle before gently putting a hand on your hand “Hey, it’s okay. Don’t worry, it’s just turbulence, it’s harmless.”

“Its like jelly right?” I try to laugh it off with a joke I saw on a video before boarding

He smiled as he heard your joke, clearly amused. “Yeah, that’s right.” He replied and chuckled before continuing “The plane is made to endure the turbulence as it's completely harmless. Although it can be scary at first, but you will get used to it.”

“Thanks Mr Aviation. Are you a pilot or something?” I sit back on my seat as the seat belt sign turns off and smile at him.

“No I just travel a lot” Jungkook says brushing it off.

“wow I wish I traveled a lot. I dont think I could ever get used to turbulence even if I flew every week”  you smile but get a bit shy. I wonder what he does to travel a lot

He nods and smiles at you, understanding your feelings, “It’s okay, not everyone enjoys flying and I understand, turbulence can still be intimidating even after you get used to it.” He notices that you seemed a bit shy, and he found that adorable.

“So, you said that you’re going to Seoul for an internship? What kind of internship is it, if I may ask?”

“Well I study management and” you lean closer to also make it sound like a secret like he did before “I will work for a big music label, don’t know which one yet cause they said we will get to know where we are assigned once we arrive. So I cannot give you any free concert tickets or anything” I say it whispering trying to sound nonchalant

He chuckled and shook his head at your attempt of sounding nonchalant. Also, he was a bit surprised that you don’t know which label you’re going to be assigned yet, since it was pretty unusual for companies to let the people they hire to work with them in the dark “Oh, you’re a management student? That’s great! But, I’ve never heard of labels hiring people before telling them what label they will be working for.”

I lean closer to say it in a low voice again “You see, the nature of my job will require top secrecy, and since I havent signed any documents yet as I need my korean IDs and all…so they haven’t said which one exactly I’m going to”  you shrug “I am sure they have it all arranged but we just dont know it yet”

He leans in as well, his curiosity piqued by your answer. He found it intriguing and even a bit exciting, his expression showing interest “Top secrecy? That sounds pretty interesting. I take it that it has to do with a big Kpop label then huh?”

“Uhum … but as I say no free concerts mister”  I laugh and lean back

He laughs and shakes his head, clearly amused by your response “Oh, come on, not even one ticket? Not even a single concert?” His big eyes sparkle, and pouting a little, making a show of being disappointed as he asks for a concert ticket and even though you know he is only playing your game your heart skips a beat for the beautiful man sitting next to you.

You am about to reply as a man approaches him and whispers something in his ear which I cannot understand. You take it as my cue to be silent again and stop bothering.

He nodded at the man who approached him and whispered something in his ear. His smile dropping and he looks a bit annoyed as the man was clearly informing him about something, he shook his head but said nothing to him. He then looked back at you and notices that you just went back to playing solitaire on your phone. He watches you for a second before continuing.

“Hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to be quiet, you weren’t bothering me.” He says, his eyes glued on you

“Oh no its ok! I mean you must be tired as well since you travel so much. I dont wanna interrupt anymore.”  You smile but I also know when its my turn to stop talking

“No, really, it’s fine. Traveling a lot can be exhausting, but honestly, talking to you has been a pleasant break for me. I feel more relaxed” Jungkook reassures you, his expression soft and his eyes never leaving your face

You smile and give a small reverence with your head “I’m glad I could be of service”

He laughed softly at your little bow, enjoying the casual conversation he has been able to enjoy with you. No photos or autographs or nervous chat.

“Thank you for your service.” *he replies jokingly and smirks at you, his gaze locked on you, he was beginning to feel drawn to you, something he didn’t often feel, specially to people he just meet.

You keep smiling. Also enjoying the way Jungkook has been sharp on his tongue when replying and playing it off with you. Also, doesn’t hurt that he is gorgeous.  “So, if you dont mind me asking what was james bond on about?” I ask again pointing for the few rows back where the man who came to talk to Jungkook came from

He laughs at your comment of the “james bond” nickname for the man who approached him, finding it witty. His bodyguard would probably laugh knowing that someone called him James Bond.

He leans a bit closer and replies in a low voice so only you could hear him “Well, it’s nothing really, just some management stuff about my job…” he shrugged, downplaying the issue, not wanting the conversation to take a more serious turn. Also hoping that you would not catch on to the fact that he is in Fact an Idol and suddently change.

“hmm I see… I hope everything is alright” You offer a small supportive smile  “When you are back in Seoul what do you normally do?”

*he can’t help but return your smile, appreciating your concern. He thinks for a moment before answering your question, trying hard not to give away his job. “When I’m back in Seoul, I just do normal things like anyone else. Hang out with friends, explore the city, visit the clubs…” he replied and instantly cringing for his reply, but he also couldn’t help but be curious about you as well

I didn’t take you as I a party animal, jungkook” You say raising an eyebrow in a playfull way, teasing him for“visiting the clubs”

He feigns an offended look and places a hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt, but still with the cheakiest grin playing on his lips as he looks your way unable to hide the amusement in his eyes  “Oh really? And why is that? Don’t I look like a party animal to you?”

You laugh “hmm no you dont really… something about “Im not like the other hongdae boys” really stuck with me”

He couldn’t help but laugh as well, clearly amused by your banter. He raised an eyebrow at your comment and leaned back in his seat, a playful glint in his eyes “Well, I stand by my words, I’m not like those Hongdae boys.” he says matter-of-factly, his smile still present as he looked at you, his gaze a little intense.

“I’m glad you are not because otherwise there would be a minus chance of me adding your phone number” You also say matter-of-factly. It feels like shameless flirting and Evi, your friend who could not come, would be kicking her feet if she would be here seeing this interaction.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter at your response, his eyes crinkling with genuine amusement. There was something undeniably charming about the way you said it—equal parts witty and endearing, making it impossible for him to resist a smile.

“Oh, I see, so my chances would have gone down the drain if I were one of those ‘players,’ huh?” he said, his voice filled with humor, he was surprised how easy it was for him to banter back and forth with you

“yup. but I also only know you for an hour so you can still -unfortunately- prove me wrong.” we lock eyes and we both smile. before he can reply the pilot asking the cabin crew to take their seats as we are landing soon

Both of you couldn’t help but feel a hint of disappointment, wishing the conversation could last just a little longer.

As he buckled his seatbelt, he glanced at you, his gaze lingering for a moment before shifting forward. A small, knowing smile played on his lips.

"Looks like we’ll have to put our chat on hold for now. But don’t worry, I’ll try not to prove you wrong." he adds, still amused and clearly enjoying your company.  Jungkook couldn’t shake off the feeling of wanting to know more about you

You smile at his comment but stay quiet as the plane begins its descent, the familiar weightless sensation making my stomach twist. The turbulence doesn’t help.  Your fingers tighten around the armrest, knuckles turning white as you stare out the window, willing myself to focus on the glittering city lights below rather than the way the plane shudders.

Jungkook notices. He doesn’t say anything, but there’s something reassuring about his presence beside you, like an unspoken understanding.

The moment the wheels touch the ground, he shifts. Gone is the relaxed, playful man you’d spent the flight talking to. Instead, he moves with quiet efficiency, reaching for his facemask just as a sharp-suited man—the one I’d mentally dubbed the James Bond type—steps into the aisle. Without a word, Jungkook nods, rises from his seat, and follows him.

No one else has even unbuckled yet.

And just like that, he’s gone.

A strange emptiness settles in my chest as you watch his retreating figure. It’s ridiculous—you only just met, barely spoke beyond a few hours, and yet… you already miss his company? There was something easy about talking to him, something warm. It would’ve been nice to have a friend in Seoul.

As you sit there, still processing the abruptness of it all, you feel it.

A fleeting moment.

Just before disappearing down the jet bridge, Jungkook glances back.

His dark eyes find yours across the cabin, unreadable yet lingering, like he wants to say something but knows he can’t.

Then, with a quiet sigh, he turns and walks away, shoulders squared, slipping effortlessly into whatever world he belongs to—one that, I suspect, is very different from yours.

And yet, I can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t the last time our paths will cross.

✈︎ Chapter 2

MASTERLIST

[andromeda-ab]

The Hand That Needs You - Chapter Six (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1512160927-the-hand-that-needs-you-chapter-six?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=andromeda24602 

This is my on-going Reylo fic, posted both on Wattpad and on AO3. It’s got survival, bickering, and lots of mood. 

[thataaabattery]

Am I Miraculous? 

Aug 23, 2023

Major character death, death/murder implied, implied abuse, angst, implied character death, hurt no comfort kinda. HUGE SPOILERS FOR MERLIN (2008) and it is a theory that Adrien is a centimonster. I am NOT up-to-date with the show. Ambiguous ending (hopeful). 

You see, even tailors make mistakes. Their measurements the first times being an estimate based upon perception. They continuously sweep through their reference- again and again if needed. But Adrien was not a mannequin and she never would have that same reference to look at no matter how many times she tried to stitch him back together again. It was simply impossible-too late for her to try and cultivate the same soul back into this universe and the sacrifice too large for the weight to be upheld.

Her view of Cat Noir? Was not him himself and never would be. And he would never be himself to her again.

So, as she was honored with the role of the guardian of the miraculous and stepped up to instill peace once again, no matter the void so little knew of-the grief that consumed her every waking moment-she wouldn’t leave the vows she left behind; break her promise to her partner and the one she loved all those years. 

“I hope he lives a peaceful life in his next, wherever he may be.” She sadly smiled, resting flowers on a memorial to him.

Her parents were concerned at her “sudden” change.. what could have prompted such grief? They knew they could never understand it-fathom what their daughter was going through or fix it- protect her no matter how much they wished. But, they didn’t need to understand to support her; to listen if she ever decided to make that step, and even if not; would continue to be present there for her.. to remind her of how she’ll never be alone.

Adrien’s second life was most ironic in that he was yet again conceived by means unnatural and like his past life, lost his mother. This time, never knowing the woman that brought him into this new world. For a time, he was hated by his father. Witnessed a grief-stricken man who abused his power to the point of deaths and torturous means. It’s not like they knew he understood his own doom. But, he had cultivated survival mechanisms in his past life that he knew would allow him freedoms more than if he were to be without them. Nothing was ever free- especially in a household- *his kingdom* where if he wanted to have independence and autonomy, to be an individual, he had to “earn it.”

He fell into escapism via reading books about the new world. He’d secretly rummaged through the court healer’s books and found a hidden book on magic. Magic. He couldn’t believe his eyes. How come he’d never witnessed such a wondrous thing?

The answer was made clear in his father’s cruel rule.. the way he wiped out sorcerers in a genocide of his own rage. Adrien despised him. Despised the man who called himself his father. A man who left servants to tend to him and had extremely high (for a child his age) expectations of a young child. He couldn’t help but think that the only reason the man desired a child was not for love, but *an heir*. He hated the way he sought his new father’s praise over time, got recognized for even when he lowered his skills to seem inconspicuous. He never did know.. a “normal” standard considering his young upbringing in his other life. 

One day, there came a day he first held a sword. He couldn’t help but recall his days of sport.. and relish in the feel of it. Although the sore muscles certainly strained and the weapon was very different in weight and purpose.. it was familiar and that was all it took for him to love it… until the day he was expected to kill a man. Or rather a being. How could he escape? How could he do something so terrible? He may have known how to destroy things, but he wouldn’t ever wish a cataclysmic chain upon another from him. 

Uther stood behind him and just as his father once called, “no,” the strings of fate pushed him into a cruel act. He had no choice. No choice. He knew Uther wouldn’t be merciful. And yet.. he waited a moment. Spoke that he needed the restroom and wandered astray, pulling as he placed his hands in the stream of a river. He could never wash away the red stains.. even today he saw them, although they remained invisible to all else. He swore that one day he’d be king. That he’d never lose sight of his morality.. but as time went on his sanity lost it’s grip bit by bit and he feared the worst if change did not come soon. 

Change came one day in the form of a scrawny, but tall kid about his age. He was younger than him it seemed, but by this time, Arthur was a young adult. Never a man, but still him. He’d grown into keeping some of his same traits.. letting out the part of himself that teased and joked. Gave himself the freedom to be bratty at times, whilst attempting to show kindness even when he needed to act as he’d been taught. He immediately saw something in the young man.. it took a long time to see it, but, he was enraptured by him. Merlin was his name. And although he could be a blundering idiot, who was be to judge? Merlin didn’t have a whole other lifetime of memories to to keep him afloat, not to mention the state of technology and level of possible education outside of Author’s royal life. 

He put upon the man the “honor” of being his manservant.. he liked the freedom of finally having someone who treated him *normally.* Not afraid to speak their mind or criticize or hide ulterior motives.. Merlin was so genuine in that he showed. He didn’t care for status so much as he was forced to and Arthur had to admit, even if Merlin didn’t do well with his job, he was still someone he could see becoming quite the good friend.. a cherished one.

He escorted him on journeys- escapades he had quickly learned to bend to. ‘It’s just the way this society is.’ He’d try to tell himself as he’d cry over those red red and so wrongfully young bloody hands, but he lost the will or ability to express himself long ago. Even in his past life, more so now.

Merlin brought it back to him.. a part of him that he missed.. companionship. A comrade. A partner.. *friend*. God, a fucking friend for once in his god damn life.

When Arthur saw Merlins eyes glow yellow and observed the way he called up his magic to save him.. he kept his mouth quiet. He silently marveled at his skill. He was in awe of his power and touched at Merlin’s abilities. How could he be so dedicated to someone without anything in return? ‘He once knew what that was like. What it was like to be so dedicated to someone he’d give up anything for them, even the world itself.’

When the time came Merlin finally told him, years and years of trust and bonds. Complicated relations and situations passed.. He finally uttered what he’d wished to thousands of times before.

“Oh Merlin, I knew, you prat.” Merlin was taken aback, thinking he’d be stabbed through the heart, yelled at, anything but accepted.. nor even thinking that to be a possible answer.

“I.. what? Sorry, I must of misheard you.”

Arthur placed his hand on the other’s shoulder.

“You are far more than you’d ever think, Merlin. And make me awestruck at how such a dedicated and loyal man asks for nothing in return. The least I can do is say.. thank you. You are a dear friend. I feel I can be myself around you, not be held back by status or class when we speak.. and I always knew you were someone destined to be special.”

If only fate allowed his life to be more than a short miracle. One where the flame slowly was doused. And yet, one day the coin would be flipped once again. Merlin hjust needed to hold on to it until that time came. 

[mary-ragondin]

CHAPTER 3 IS OUT !!

The scars of the father and the lover - Uncle Michael (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1513716131-the-scars-of-the-father-and-the-lover-uncle?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=LittleRagondin The public knows very well that Max Verstappen's life is anything but happy. Between abuse, abandonment, family problems, manipulation, mental illness, love, cheating, and Formula 1. His father passed on to him the passion for racing... With a little strength, it seems. He is now a four-time world champion. Imposing himself once again among the greatest. But who would want to know the horrors he went through? It's all written here.