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fanmoose12 · 3 years

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Hello would you mind writing vets as a music band? And that fans suspect the “normal” relationship of head vocal Levi and bassist Hange? Sorry if my english isn’t writing properly at all.

Mikasa invites him to a No Name concert.

And it's like- whatever, right? Who cares? Jean certainly doesn't.

So what if the girl of his dreams asks him out on a date? It's not like he has been daydreaming about it for the past two years. So what if she offers to see his favorite band in the whole world? He doesn't even like them much. Sure, he knows all their songs by heart but- he doesn't listen to them that often. Only twice or thrice each day. And it's not like his closet hides an insane amount of their merchandise. That is between Jean, his closet and his mother.

He isn't nervous, he doesn't care about the upcoming date. At all. Most certainly, he doesn't spend literal days, obsessing over his outfit. And he obviously doesn't pester Sasha and Connie with questions on how to style his hair.

Most importantly, he doesn't imagine how it would feel to hold Mikasa's hand or maybe even go for a hug or a kiss-

Jean tries not to think about it, his heart starts to beat to fast, when he does, but when he doesn't think about Mikasa, he starts thinking about No Name and the little, tinie tiny fact that he's going to see them in person. That he's going to meet them and maybe even shake their hand, because Mikasa being the gorgeous goddess she is, got them tickets with access to a backstage. It didn't require any kind of effort from her side, since the famed, spectacularly, dreamy Levi Ackerman is Mikasa's cousin, but- Jean doesn't remember sharing his No Name obsession with Mikasa, for obvious reasons - he doesn't want to think that he likes her just because she's Levi Ackerman's cousin, Mikasa is great not because she's an Ackerman, but because she's Mikasa, but- but Jean is so, so grateful that he'll have the chance to see No Name in all their glory.

Of course, he is not at all nervous about meeting his favorite band in person. No, no, he doesn't lose sleep over it, his palms don't turn clammy. Sometimes he feels like he'll combust from anticipation, but he's fine, completely fine.

He just can't wait until that fated day will come.

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When that day rolls around at last, Jean is cool. He's cool, calm, serene.

His hand is greasy from all the times he touched his slicked back hair, and he can't stop tugging at the sleeves of his leather jacket, but- but he's cool.

The band that is currently playing isn't that bad - not nearly as talented and awesome, and hot as No Name, but still good. The crowd is bigger than Jean is comfortable with, but today it works in his favor because it prompts Mikasa to hold his hand. Maybe, he'll get that kiss after all. If he continues keeping his cool.

That proves to be just a little harder task when Mikasa announces that they reached the backstage.

Jean can't help it - he gawks around helplessly.

This is it, this is a place where miracles happen, where stars lounge and rest.

This is the place where he'll meet No Name.

Jean can't imagine how this meeting will transpire. Will they like him? Will they agree to make a photo? Will they give him an autograph? Will they think that he's a weirdo who is too obsessed with their music?

All of the above? None of the above?

Jean doesn't know.

There are so many things he wants to say. There are so many things he wants to ask - how can they play with those bandages on? How do they never trip during performances? What is their favorite song to play? What do they do in their free time? What is their favorite food? Are the rumors about Levi Ackerman and Hange Zoe-

Okay, no, he probably shouldn't ask that last question, no matter how much he wants to know the answer. And he wants to, so, so much.

The thing is- there are many rumors about No Name. It's not surprising, they are young, famous and extremely hot. These rumors usually exclude the drummer, Mike Zacharias, who is already engaged with a very pretty blonde lady, their stylist. Although, there are some fans who speculate that the engagement is not true, and Mike actually dates their producer, one Erwin Smith, but- Jean usually ignores that type of fans, branding them as freaks.

Now, as far as everyone is aware, nor Levi Ackerman, neither Hange Zoe are involved in any kind of romantic relationships, and that's- that's where the juicy stuff begins.

There aren't many rumors about Hange - some say she's involved with Pieck, the band's make-up artist. Or their manager, Moblit Berner. Or an indie artist, Onyakopon. But that's where the list ends.

Levi Ackerman, however, oh he has a far longer list of lovers. Petra Ral, for example, a rising pop-star - young, talented and so pretty that it hurts. Or Erwin, although on that subject rumors wary - some say that Erwin is the one who got Levi in showbiz, some say that Erwin is his sugar daddy, some say that they're already engaged and even married. The rumors are as varied as they're wrong, in Jean's opinion. Most rumors about Levi are like that. There are even talks about his involvement with Yeager brothers - with the front man of the rival band, Zeke, and Jean's and Mikasa's classmate, Eren. Jean doesn't understand where these rumors even come from, as far as he's aware, Levi hates them both. But- but rumors still exist.

As stupid as they are.

Now, Jean has a different opinion, one that he spends nights defending in chats and forums. Yes, Levi Ackerman has a lover. And no, it's not Petra Ral, Erwin Smith or any of the Yeager brothers. It's Hange Zoe, No Name's bassist.

There are many reasons why he thinks so. Firstly, they are always together. And by always, Jean means always. In photoshoots they stand side by side, during performances they lean against each other, on all kinds of photos - from after-parties to official events, they always touch each other in some way. And that's not all. They spend their vacations together, they hang out at movies, restaurants, museums, their respective instagrams are full of the other's candid photos. And it's a known fact that they share an apartment. Honestly, how much more obvious it can get? Also Jean is pretty sure that one of the songs written by Levi is about Hange, and he has an entire essay, explaining why he's right. He prays to every saint known that Mikasa will never find it. He doesn't want his almost girlfriend to find out just how invested he is in the romantic life of her famous cousin.

As they walk further and further into the magical territory of the backstage, Jean tries to think of something cool to say, something laid-back and easy like 'hey, what's up, guys? I've listened to the couple of your songs, you're not that bad...'

Yes, he decides. That's a good way to start. A cool way to start.

And Jean is cool. And calm.

And- oh my god, there they are, the three of them, already in their costumes, just without the signature bandages. They look even cooler in person. They look even hotter and-

Mikasa squeezes his hand.

"If my asshole cousin says something awful, I'll punch him in the face for you."

God, that is so sweet. So Mikasa. He wouldn't be opposed to anyone getting a punch from her except- her gorgeous cousin. His pretty face should be protected at all costs.

However, as they approach, the face that charmed millions transforms, turning into a quite nasty scowl.

"So that's him?" Levi Ackerman asks (Jean's sick brain, even in that moment, can't help but note that Hange Zoe is standing right behind her band member, a hand laying on his shoulder). "That's the guy you're going crazy about?"

"Yes," Mikasa answers, and suddenly the air grows stiff. "Do you have a problem with that?"

The lines around Levi's mouth harden, and Jean tries to focus on Hange Zoe, while his mind prepares for something not at all pretty, but- Hange is smiling - not smirking, smiling. That is a good sign, right?

"Don't mind the Ackermans," she stage whispers to Jean. "Levi was actually very excited about meeting you."

Right now it's hard to imagine that dark (and still so handsome) face in the expression of excitement, but. Hange knows him a lot more, right?

"Oh and by the way," she giggles, and at the back of his mind Jean wonders if that's how angels sound like. "I'm Hange."

He almost blurts out 'I know' but- that'd be creepy? Or not? He can't decide so settles on a simple nod.

"Jean," he says, taking the offered hand in his. With his hand that isn't holding Mikasa's (they're holding hands, wow!), he shakes Hange's. It's unexpectedly calloused. But still warm and gentle. Not as nice as Mikasa's but... somewhere very close.

"And that is the one and only Levi Ackerman," Hange continues, gesturing to the man in question. "He only looks so scary. But actually," she winks and lowers her voice. "He's the biggest softie you'll ever meet."

The biggest softie Jean has ever met, practically snarls, baring his teeth. But the hand on his shoulder tightens and he instantly relaxes, scoffing in annoyance. Oh, so that's who Hange Zoe is? The one who tames the beast?

"You're not as revolting as her other dates," Levi says. Jean is pretty sure that it was meant as a compliment. "But if you dare to-"

"Oi," Mikasa's face becomes as stormy as her cousin's. "He won't."

"And even if he does," Hange smiles, so handsome and a little scary. "Mikasa knows what to do."

Jean gulps. He has seen Mikasa train that one time. He was very impressed, and a little bit scared. Also a lot aroused.

He knows with ironclad certainty that should Mikasa kick him... his face may not survive it.

"Hange, Levi," a gruff voice behind them calls. Jean lifts his eyes, mouth opening in shock as he sees him in the flash - the third member of Non Name, Mike Zacharius himself. In person... he is even more enormous than on photos. His shoulders are twice as wide as Jean's, and next to Hange and Levi, he looks almost like a giant. "We're starting in five."

"Oh!" Hange covers her mouth with a palm. "I haven't checked my guitar yet. Let's hurry, shorty!"

Hange dashes away instantly, Levi sighs and trudges after her. Mikasa tugs at Jean's hand as well, whispering that they need to go to their places.

Jean nods, absentmindedly, because right in that moment, at the other side of the room he sees Hange and Levi exchange a playful, quick but undeniably a kiss.

Triumph courses through him, firing him up. He knew that he was right, those fuckers from twitter can eat his shit.

Hange Zoe and Levi Ackerman are truly dating.

He wants to know more, wants to ask Mikasa to spare the juicy details, but for now-

For now, Jean has to take care of his date as well.

He interlaces their fingers, and, keeping Hange's words in mind - Ackermans are not as scary as they look - he leans in to press a kiss to Mikasa's cheek and whispers,

"You look fantastic."

Ever so slightly, but Mikasa blushes. It's the best moment of the evening so far.

And, hopefully, there will be more of that.

#levihan #jeankasa #i guess???

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Okay but vamp!harry x reader where the reader goes for a late night walk alone because she’s feeling anxious (Harry tries to insist on coming with but she says no) but soon he can sense somethings wrong and goes to look for her and finds her in a dangerous situation! I need protective vampire Harry 🥺

Disclaimer: Reader with ADHD, Vampire!H x fem!reader, cock warming.

Harry's been doing humanly things. Moreso trying for his little human whom he doesn't want to dissapoint when she's making ećlairs or pop tarts for him and all he knows is to eat them despite of being a helping hand. His fingers are magical —--- they relax her in the most livid way while he's feeding from her. Honestly, it's all she wants. Her making sweets for him and him pleasuring her in the most bizarre way.

But. Sometimes she get's emotionally exhausted that the physical activities looks like breaking a mountain for her and all she does is snuggle under the snoozy layers of her childhood blankets cuddling her cat to calm her down.

Now her tranquility is Harry.

It's one of those days. She's been feeling like a failure. An utter dimwit for not getting what's happening in her sociology class, why her neighbours are always grumpy with her and why she isn't able to study anything. It's depressing her.

Harry never left her side. She's like a honey gooed all over him not even letting him bring the pizzas he ordered for them, "Don't!" She squeaks in a weak voice catching his wrists and he sits back cupping the nape of her neck looking straight in her eyes to assure her with his whole existence, "'ey baby . . my sweet girl 'm not goin' anywhere. Delivery boy's been waiting outside -- just a mo', yeah?" He sponges a gentle kiss at her temple stroking her cheek to calm her down.

They've rented a VR receiver and alot of silver movies watching them while eating pizza. She giggles and Harry smiles goofily when he had to hit the receiver twice to make it work, "c'mon you should know how all of this work old man." He strides towards her pulling her up with armpits into his embrace and tickling hard.

"Old man huh!? Ol' ma —" He pretends to eat her whole and she squeals between her laughs, "'m sorry you're my man!" Huffs smugly giving her a breather and pecks her not twice but thrice. If he could kiss her all day. He would. She's his human. It surprises him sometimes when he's alone with his thoughts. He loves her to fucking bits and pieces.

When she's like this everyone and everything feels outta her reach. As if they're miles away from her and she's standing in barren cold. In the amidst of sappy movie she shrinks closer to him stuffing her face into his ribs wounding her leg around his abdomen and he makes her feel warm wrapping his arms around her to push her up on his thigh. Snapping his gaze down at her when the lil sniffs of her reached his ears, "What's wrong kitten . . . hurts to see ya like this baby. Love you so much." He never fails to promise that he loves her to core.

"'M jus . . . thinking tha –-- that when I'll die you'll be still here 'n . . . 'n y'would get so lonely." She hiccups without a break, "Dunno. Can't stop crying 'm sorry." She gives out an ugly sob into his chest. It's breaking his already feeble heart. God he could scream the affection to the moon he have for this girl. In such a tragic moment all she is thinking is about him.

He cups squishes both her cheeks with his calloused palms telling her to breath with slow gestures then when she's way better speaks in his softest voice, "My baby listen to me hmm? We're never thinking of future don't wan'ye to wreck ye'r beautiful brain for stupid deaths --- secondly too bad miss Y/N 'm gonna cling to ye like leech of your nightmares." He wipes her tears away ever so caringly and gives her eskimo kisses while she giggles snorting at the end when Harry brought his big goldfish orbs in the middle to make her laugh.

"'M glad to have you." She whispers smudging her wet lips softly against his's into a heart melting blood warming kiss and Harry shushes her when she whines clutching the hem of his sweater, "bite me? She asks politely rather than being batty as for she was being within past days rilling him upto extreme to get her neck and skin sprinkled with hickeys that turns into bites.

"Don't wanna hurt ye', lovie." He pushes her hair away peering down at her with pleading worried eyes, "you wouldn't. promise." He nods flushing her against his chest positioning her head into the crook of his neck. Making her hug him like a koala bear.

Rubs her back. Pats her hair. Sways her along him rather than the seductive warnings he used to give her. He's afraid. She's too fragile at the moment. He'd never forgive himself if something will happen to her, "'m gonna bite. Stop me if ye' don't want it o' hurts." He runs his palms at her sides making her all squirmy.

He pushes her fangs ever so gently to her sweet spot. If she's made of glass making her moan and tight her grip around him warming up his cock in his trousers. It's not always about you dumber. He scolds himself. Suckling lightly and pulling back in a pinch of moment. It's the first time he has almost pretended to drink from her. She's all sleepy in his hold. He carries her to bed and when tries to untangle himself so he could turn the telly off she whines not letting him.

Despite of these much blankets she's still feeling cold. From inside. It feels empty and she isn't liking it at all. Writhes and squirms causing Harry to ask, "ye okay there lovie'?" When she shakes her head with glassy eyes and a pout he understands.

"Cold." Is all she had to say and he's guessing the next, "in ye'r tummy?" When she bobs her head confirming he sighs softly pulling the elastic of his trousers down to free his dick getting rid of the item woving his calves with her, thighs between thighs and places a firm hand on her back moving his thumb into circles non-stop.

"Oh me lil dovlin' c'mere . . want me cock to warm ye up baby? 'S okay s' okay darlin'." He murmurs against her lips tugging at his foreskin hissing when the head of his thick cock gets pushed between their bellys due to approximty. Precome oozes from his strokes and he takes her panties off swiping his crown over her hole to lubricate her. Wounds his arm around the nape of her neck to lap at her mouth swallowing her whines and cries while sliding inside her compact walls twisting his stomach awfully, "shhh. shhh baby love. I got ya. Gonna take care of ye ---- try to sleep. I'll be waiting fo' ye in the morning." Once, situating himself deep and snug inside her. He keeps on embracing her like a little baby.

Next morning though she woke up happy. Harry made her brekkie. Special smiley pancakes with heart shaped eyes from the little strawberry toppings. He really took advantage of his time while she was snoring her ass off. A peach smoothie and cashewnuts. Fed Meowsie. Gave her his morning lovin'. They had the meal together.

He helped her learn some of her course. Then in afternoon made lunch together egg fried rice and stirred vegetables Y/N went to give some of it to their neighbours. Lady Nat asked her if she's okay cause she has stopped stomping in her flat and it made her feel good, weirdly.

Maybe it's seasonal sadness that she couldn't get out of it. Harry's in the kitchen cleaning up shelves when he hears the rustle of carpet. He peeks from the wall to find her pooling into a big hoodie and slipping into her shoes. He frowns throwing the rag away to walk towards her immediately, "where ye' goin' lovie? Ye' okay what happened?" He runs his hands over her shoulders to her hair making her meet his eyes.

She nods squeezing his wrists, "don't worry just wanna . . . take a walk — clear my head." Hearing this he quickly moves to wear his jacket.

"'M goin' with you." He declares and she knows if that'll happen she wouldn't be able to, "No. Alone." She fumbles with the strings of her hoodie. He sighs not fond of the idea brows knighting together thumbing at her jaw with concern screaming in his eyes.

"Can I mark you then?" He asks knowing what hides in the shadows of outside; creatures evil than his entire existence. He doesn't want to make her feel like she owes him explanations for her each and every movement but gosh does it scare him to his bones. She's the only person who could make him weak into knees and a mesh of puddle at the thought of even the thorn pricking her, "okie." She cranes her neck and it still amuses him she's exactly how she was when he first met her. That gentle rose under the moon meant for Harry to care and water with love.

After adorning her with a crimson mark and little peck he tugs her closer hooking his nose to her hair taking a good sniff of her cocoa scent, "keep your phone in ye' hand and don't walk through the cherry street." There's nothing there but stray dogs that she's afraid of. It's better he advises her.

"Ai. Ai captain!" She salutes him stomping her feet and he chuckles kissing her cheek wet-ly, "Go before I change me mind."

He wanted it not to creep it to his mind but it's not helping AT ALL. He's been restless and it's been fifteen minutes since she has left. He's sitting sunk into sofa with Meowsie snuggled under his chin while he shakes his knees, cracks his knuckles, combs his hair and groans into his palms. In short throwing tantrum like a toddler missing her already and constantly worrying about her. Something doesn't feel right at all. That gut wrenching horror of losing her biting him alive.

He mutters a fuck it going to look for her and bring her back home. He was right. He has always been. Good at instincts. For fuck's sake. He's a vampire!

Y/N was walking along the path which's the lead way to a park when a dark vibe gloomed over her head. The next she knows is she's being pinned to a wall with demonic eyes snatching at her soul: it takes her breath away outta horror.

"No wonder why Harry kisses the earth you walk on." He chuckles darkly accent an old Scottish and she gulps eyes stinging with tears, "I would to . . if I get to drink such sweet ripe blood." Her eyes widens when his fangs pokes out from his gums glistening under the lamp light.

She tries to kick him in balls to get rid of his painful grip when an angry growl echoes towards them loudly and the person who had her trapped wooshes from her sight in a bolt to ground making her shriek.

"She's not a fuckin' feeder stay the fuck away from her!!" Harry grits spitting venom. Choking the person under him, "tol' ya she's my girl and I'll shred everyone alive if they'll even breath in her direction." She has never seen him this furious. Tone harsh and snappy she never heard coming from him it makes her cry.

He had warned his fellows when the news of him spread that he has bonded to human. But well they've thick skulls.

The man under him just smirks pushing him away and coughing into his elbow standing up. "Whatever thought sharing is caring, Styles." Harry glares him resentfully. Fisting a punch at his side but stables himself when a dainty hand wraps around his fingers clutching tight.

He turns ducking down to her level cupping her cheeks and tries to examine her for any kind of injury, "ye' okay? Did he hurt you? Tell me and — " she rubs her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie shaking her head vigorously.

"No. 'M fine sorry should've listened to you." He puffs out a breath of guilt letting his forehead fall against her's, "don't be sorry -- it's none of ye'r fault baby."

"Glad you're safe." He whispers hugging her with the sway of bodies, "I love you." She tells him honestly tip-toeing to kiss him and it unfortunately reaches his silky jaw only.

"And all the things you do for me." He grins down at her. He lives on praises. The cheeky bastard.

"How about eatin' ice-cream while taking swings in the park?" He intertwines their hands warmly kissing her knuckles and she quips excitedly, "sounds great!"

AN: idk why read more button isn't working sorry for the bug.

#harry styles smut #anon request #harry styles one shots #harry styles blurb #harry angst #dom harry #harry styles vampire smut #vamp!h #vampire harry

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writer-and-artist27 · 3 years

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Okii-san

Or, I somehow pulled Okita Alter on the first ten pull I did on the Guda Guda 3 rerun banner (I was actually aiming for the Craft Essences, so the gold Alter Ego card kinda shocked me after all the pain that was getting Enkidu and Ishtar), and with her now sitting at Level 84 in my Chaldea (as of this writing this notes section/intro at 11:06 pm on 4/12/2021, after farming Embers for 3-4 hours on Golden Apples/Saint Quartz), I wanted to write this bit before bed.

I don't know all of Majiin's story yet, since I wasn't able to play the event's original run where she debuted, but I hope the emotions here are about right.

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"YEW BOW!"

Vy watched as Robin Hood's Noble Phantasm went off, incinerating the last Divine Arm of Dawn with plumes of purple smoke. Once the air cleared, she felt herself quietly exhale.

Another farming bit done.

"Battle finished, Senpai," Mash said faithfully, taking her Ortinax goggles off her eyes to rest them on top of her head. The sparkle in her purple eyes was all the more obvious thanks to the action, further accentuating the warm smile on her face. "Embers are all collected."

Vy stretched her arms in the air, standing on her tiptoes while nodding. Standing as a commander of Servants, while doable, still took something in social energy. Even if it was for the experience, it didn't help that wearing an outfit that supposedly came from the Far Side of the Moon felt a bit too exposing. Maybe it was the short skirt and lack of stockings. But then again, Vy couldn't voice it. Too much worry could mean overthinking it to the point of broadcasting to the other Servants. And the last few times that happened were embarrassing enough with Dr. Roman still around. So instead of that, she said, "Aye aye. Thank you for the support, beloved kouhai."

Mash blushed a little at the title, but still nodded with the same warm smile. "I-It's the least I can do, Senpai."

"And I'm always grateful for that, Mash." Vy shot her a smile back once she felt that telling crack in her spine, rocking her head back and forth. To everyone else, she took a breath before opening her mouth. "Good job, everyone!"

Robin Hood, the MVP of the quest this time, shot Vy a wry grin in return, saluting her with one pointer finger. "Getting to fight on the front lines is at least easier now," he quipped. "But give me a break sometimes, Master."

"Oh, shushie, big Robin, you have more energy than me and I'm the workaholic." Once his green eye was boring holes into her forehead, though, Vy amended it with a more kind, less sardonic, "If it helps, I'll give you a chocolate chip muffin later?"

The May King merely grinned. Before he could say anything, though, Ishtar let out a haughty laugh, hovering over Robin's head with Maana as she put a hand to her chin. "How delightfully droll, green Archer! All this work for a muffin! Nonsense! As the Goddess of Love, I could certainly help you with whatever thoughts you have lingering in your mind instead—"

"Sorry, little lady. Compared to my little sparrow's gifts, that offer is going to get a hard pass. Plus, you're not my type."

Ishtar wilted as soon as she bloomed, Maana descending to near ground level as a result. Nearby, Vy could hear Mash laugh sheepishly, adjusting her hold on her shield as the last member of their party made themselves known with a soft sigh at Vy's other side.

The back of a gloved hand brushed Vy's free one, the one that didn't have the Command Spells, and Vy tried not to flinch away at the new sensation. Sure, the being known as Okita Souji Alter was still someone Vy was trying to grasp in emotional understanding. Even when being close to Final Ascension, there was something about Okita's eyes lingering on Vy's form the entire time they went about farming for the Embers Okita needed that was a little... different from the other Servants in Chaldea's roster. And yes, Okita wasn't the first Alter Vy had ever contracted with. Saber Alter had that honor bagged. It didn't make the constant surveillance any less... strange to think about, really.

But Okita had still answered her call when Vy wasn't expecting it. More so after her original self and some others didn't. And considering the Lostbelts and what would come, all Vy could feel herself doing in response to the small touch was reach over and grab Okita's fingers before the Alter Ego could lurch away.

"Majiin-san?"

"Wh-What is it, Master?" Okita Alter said after a second of consideration, her pale yellow — almost silver, really, when looking up close — eyes automatically locking onto Vy as she tilted her head downwards. They were close enough to where Vy could see her own image reflected in Okita's darkened irises. "Is there something wrong?"

"N-No no, nothing really." Vy glanced down at their entangled hands, feeling the thoughts rush through her at that moment. "I just..."

Calloused. Signs of bruises. How long had she been—

Before me, where had she—

Okita Alter's hands reminded her of Archer EMIYA's.

To Vy, Okita Alter's touch felt like Shirou's.

A wind passed between them. Vy wasn't sure if it was from the simulator or her brain making up the sensation.

"...Vy?" Okita whispered.

Anxiety was bubbling up in her throat, but Vy still raised her head and looked up at the taller Alter Ego with what she hoped was a genuine smile. She couldn't help but tug and squeeze the Servant's fingers a bit tighter as she said in a softer voice, "Are you having fun working with us, Okii-san?"

Okita Alter blinked once. Twice. Thrice. Then many times over, as if gears were turning in her head before her eyes widened to the size of plates. "Okii...san?"

"You're the only Okita I ever got to know," Vy said with a shy laugh, doing her best to ignore the eyes of the other Servants while speaking her mind. "So, Okii-san. And, I know you're not at full power yet, but, let me try again..." Vy gulped, finishing with a softer, "Are you happy right now?"

Am I helping you enough like how I did with Shirou, Mash, and big Robin?

Okita Alter stared at Vy for a while. The attention was enough to make Vy tempted to run, to want to let go of Okita's hand and hide her face away, but something inside of her was forcing her to stay still.

Silvery-yellow eyes reflected Vy's image for what felt like a long time before they closed, a soft sigh on Okita's lips.

"Okii-san? Um. Sh-Should I have not gone with that name? Should we go farm a bit more instead? O-Or should I go cook some oden when we—"

Instead of a verbal answer, Okita's long sword had disappeared into visible sparkles, and before Vy knew it, hands were reaching under her elbows, winding around her waist and—

"W-Wah!"

Despite being lifted up in the air and feeling very much like a teddy bear as a result (what was it with Servants either headpatting or hugging her like this?), Vy couldn't miss the warm solemn smile on Okita's face. "O-Okii-san?"

"...My anchor, my lord, my Master," Okita said in slow, gentle succession, her hold on Vy's figure almost considerate as she slowly brought her arms in to let Vy rest her hands on Okita's shoulders. "Why worry about that?" A nose gently brushed hers, sparking a sudden giggle from Vy's lips at the ticklish feeling as Okita smiled again. "Believe me, my shooting star." A shaky breath brushed Vy's cheeks as one of Okita's hands rested on the back of Vy's head, barely missing her ponytail and almost cradling her as their foreheads touched. Something sang through their Master-Servant mental connection.

"Okii-san—?"

"I honestly wish this kind of happiness could go on forever."

...Oh.

It was telling that none of the other Servants were saying anything.

Vy still raised her hands to wrap them around Okita's neck, pushing Okita's forehead back with a bit of force. Not enough to cause pain, but enough for a reminder. "We can just make more, Okii-san," Vy whispered, closing her eyes. "Even when this happiness goes away, we can still make more. Whether it's through memories or spending time together, happiness can happen. As long as we're alive, we can do it."

Once Vy opened her eyes, Okita was already in the process of putting her back down to Earth, that same solemn smile on her face. "Of course, Master."

It felt like another promise Vy knew she had to keep.

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"Emiya-kun! We need dinner!"

"Sheesh, even when possessed by a goddess, you're still so rude..."

Vy watched from afar as the other Servants slowly filed into the Novum Chaldea Dining Hall for dinner, her back against one of the hallway walls as her mental battery sputtered.

Maybe I should take a break from Ember Gathering for a while—

A soft whish of the air was all the signal she had before the scent of wood and smoke graced her nose. Coincidentally, a gloved hand rested on top of her head as a part of something green shaded half of her vision.

"...Robin?"

"You could go join them," Archer said softly. "You don't have to stay here, Vy."

"...Later." Vy tried to hold back a yawn. When it became obvious Robin Hood was staring holes into her head, though, she quietly amended the situation with a tiny, "When I have more energy, big Robin. Kinda operating on low social battery at the moment."

Plus Okii-san apparently hugs harder than most people, it seems.

The hand on her head patted her hair almost immediately. "Fine fine."

You should let yourself rest more before you try to take care of others, Master.

"Just, um. Big Robin?"

The headpatting stopped for a second. "What is it, little sparrow?"

As much as her heart was protesting at the selfishness of her brain, Vy still found herself admitting, "...Could I just stay with you for a bit? Don't wanna move for a while..."

Silence. Then, Robin Hood said in the most deadpan voice possible, "That sounds like you need a nap more than anything, Vy."

Vy tried not to grumble, ducking her head. She tried not to fidget once Robin's other hand reached up to her ponytail, undoing her hair tie to let all the long locks flow freely. "I know, I know... I love you too, Robin, just, less quip, more hug..."

Robin Hood paused, long enough for Vy to feel something in the air shift between them, before the hand on top of her head tugged her one way, enough for Vy's shoes to scuff the sides of the wall. In spite of the force, all Vy could do was blearily blink as soon as a faint kiss was pressed to her forehead.

Huh? "Robin...?"

"You selfless Master," Robin Hood muttered against the crown of her hair, arms winding around her waist to pull her to his chest. "Rest more for our sakes too, won't you? Killing yourself won't help anyone."

"I-I'm not killing myself when it's helping all of you find better things in life..."

Robin Hood sighed. Another kiss pressed against Vy's head, this time more noticeable to the point of her heart skipping a beat, before the No Face May King covered her shoulders. "Silly Master. Life is more than just giving things up for 'the better.'"

What will happen to us and that 'better' if you're not around to see it?

As much as Vy wanted to, she couldn't answer. Sleep was beckoning. The last thing she remembered before the peaceful darkness came was something gently brushing her lips. For all she knew, the sensation may as well have been the beginning of a dream.

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hocus pocus — epilogue

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pairing: maknae line x reader

summary: jungkook wags his tail and his eyes look like truffles. jimin drinks blood out of juice boxes and bendy straws and tries to wink but ends up blinking both his eyes closed. taehyung likes the ocean and all kinds of art and apologizes to rocks. you don’t know if they want to take you out the date way or the assassination way and somehow you think it’s both.

genre: werewolf!jungkook, vampire!jimin, hybrid!taehyung, witch!reader; humor (??); poly!au (in the future!)

words: 7k

"Sit still, you're making me ruin them." Taehyung whines, and you make sure to still until he nods in satisfaction.

"M'sorry." You mutter, but he just carefully kisses your wrist. You take it as answer enough.

He slowly sets your hand down on his thigh, tucking the brush into the nail polish before lifting your hand to his eyes and fixing his little mistake. He's painting your nails black, a color that was ultimately decided by Jimin. Jungkook wanted to go for pink, a choice he thinks suits your aesthetic, whatever that might mean.

Taehyung shifts a bit, the nail polish standing open and uncapped right next to him wobbling dangerously. "Careful, careful, the bedsheets," you hiss, trying not to shriek and flail your arms, "That was, like, my one condition when letting you paint my nails on my bed."

"S'fine, it won't spill, honest." He murmurs, a smile trickling up his face when you huff.

His legs are sprawled awkwardly around your hips, his feet carefully in a position where they won't bump into anything to let the painted black of his toenails dry off. It's a stark contrast to the now deep pink of his hair, but he wanted to join you regardless. Makes your heart hurt. You'd kissed him right on the nose for that.

You want to kiss his nose now, actually. His brows are furrowed in concentration and his lips are pursed into a little pout, hair falling over his eyes. You want to kiss the dip between his brows, the purse of his lips. You almost do, catch yourself leaning forward because it's-- easy. It's easy now, to act on your instincts, to not have to hold back, to want. But then you remember the context doesn't allow it, and you sit back with a huff right as he starts working on your pinkie.

Taehyung laughs fully, breaking into giggles, gently says, "hey, now," and sets your hand down to peck your lips once, twice, thrice-- pulls back with a shriek when your hands start instinctively reaching to comb through his hair and tug him back, "Hand, hand, hand, hand! Hand!"

He doesn't allow kisses anymore.

You're pouting as you watch him fix his own nails, expertly removing the now chipped, light blue color that was previously adorning them. He still has some eyeliner on, a pretty pink on his cheeks. The top three buttons of his shirt are undone, purposely or not, you'll never know. There's purple peeking out on the honey of his skin, mostly hidden just under the collar of his shirt.

He's beautiful. He's beautiful, and he's your boyfriend, and you want to kiss him, goddammit.

Your hands are still carefully positioned so as to not ruin your drying nails as you shuffle closer to him, batting your lashes and waiting. It takes a few seconds of the man fighting back a smile before he pauses to turn towards you, amused, "Can I help you?"

You make a sound, like a whine and a groan all rolled into one, and maybe the word kiss gets stuck in there somewhere but you can't be too sure. Taehyung understands regardless, grins this tiny little thing that grows big, spreads both his cheeks wide.

He levels you with a look but still seems to be weighing his options. To kiss or not to kiss. "My nails," is all he ends up saying, more of a whine than anything.

You don't say anything, just stare determinedly into his eyes. He stares back, raising a brow, a challenge if you've ever seen one. You stare. There's a bit of glitter on his eyelashes, you think. Too long lashes, if you have anything to say about it. You should not be getting this overwhelmed over eyelashes.

It takes a second, then Taehyung sighs; giving in. Gives your chin a little tickle before leaning in. "M'thinking of getting a tattoo." He murmurs against your lips, presses another kiss there just because he can. His eyelashes flutter against your cheeks. "Whaddya think?"

You hum, quick and surprised, then pleased. "I'm all about letting you do things that make you happy, but just know that if you decide not to get this tattoo, I will be highly upset."

He barks out a laugh, throws his head back, a very Jimin-like gesture. "Highly?"

"Highly. Deeply." He laughs again at that and you smile, lean your head against his chest, listen as his heart beat, beat, beats-- beats faster, even, as you press a kiss to the dip of his collarbone, once then twice then thrice. "Seriously though, you'd look beautiful. If you want, go for it. Jimin and Jungkook will know all about it."

Taehyung's cheeks color as he looks down, shakes his head so his hair falls over his eyes. You laugh, suddenly thinking of peppering kisses over Jimin's own tattoo, the Nevermind sitting big and pretty over the man's ribs. Jungkook, too, the many tattoos spread over his hands and his chest and his back.

"Today's brunch day," you say, brushing Taehyung's fringe from his eyes with the palm of your hand-- with great difficulty. "You should come."

"I would, but I have work. Wanna finish my painting, too." He says, completely in pout. "I'm halfway through but I don't know if I like how it's turning out."

"I'm sure it's beautiful." You say because it's true, his paintings always are, always pretty and colorful and meaningful. He paints a lot of things. Paints Jimin, his cheeks sore from smiling. Paints Jungkook, eyes puffy with sleep. Paints you too, standing in a field of leaves painted oranges and reds, or even just doing the most mundane thing possible, like chopping up a bowl of pomegranates.

You smile at the thought, lean in to kiss the mole on his nose even while he continues, "I'll show you when I'm done. Hopefully before I maybe possibly definitely get my tattoo."

"What tattoo are you getting, anyway?"

"Not sure," He says, brows furrowed. He's carefully brushing the nail strengthener over your newly colored nails, eyes flirting here and there quick. "Maybe, like.. A peach tattooed on my ass. Or maybe just ‘property of Y/n L/n.’"

"Taehyung!" You exclaim, horrified, but he only smiles and bursts into a fit of giggles.

He leans backwards and the nail polish falls over before you even have the chance to scream, and you release a long winded shriek that only makes him laugh harder. Taehyung later offers to kiss it better and it doesn't help fix your now ruined bed sheets, but it's maybe a little nice. Maybe.

"You don't all have to come, obviously, but like-- You're all coming, right?"

"I thought he was trying to act humble for a second, wow." Jungkook says and Jimin laughs, covers it with a hand. It's so endearing you think your heart clenches for a few seconds too long.

You don't all have brunch together every day because that isn't a wise economical investment and your schedules don't always allow it and honestly, 3 pm is a bit late for brunch anyway, too late for it to be considered brunch at all, but Taehyung says it's an excuse to feast on breakfast foods and you aren't one to object to that.

So you all meet up for not-brunch sometimes, all of you together, hunched in the plush red seats in the corner of what started as Jungkook's favorite little waffle place. Taehyung and Jungkook's goal is to eat through the menu and you and Jimin are kinda just in it for the ride.

"Of course we're coming, dummy," you say with furrowed brows, "Me and Jungkook are literally in the process of making you a banner for when you do the sexy snake part."

"You're making a what."

"Noona, that was supposed to be a secret," Jungkook leans over the table to whisper, then says to Jimin, "On a completely unrelated note, hyung, do you prefer pink and yellow together, or blue and yellow together? Those were the only crayons me and Y/n could find in the store so I need to know."

"You're all insufferable."

Jimin had just recently gotten a solo act in his dance course, and so you're all obviously going to be supporting him. You’d invited Yoongi and Jin and Namjoon, too, and so they all wanted to meet him beforehand and were all delighted to finally see both Taehyung and the dance major in person.

You were a bit uncomfortable about it because you really care about them all and really wanted them to like each other. And it's difficult to be uncomfortable in Seokjin's presence because he has a third eye for when people are feeling like that, and so he usually either A: sacrifices himself for a laugh or B: exploits every weakness you have to make you even more uncomfortable to make you realize how you really shouldn't be feeling uncomfortable in the first place.

He was in a B mood that night.

("So Jimin-ah," he starts, raising his voice to gather everyone's attention, "I hear you have very soft hands."

You think Jimin had turned to you for an explanation but you'd been shoving the equivalent of three lettuce wraps into your mouth to avoid speaking. That and you'd hidden behind Yoongi, but it's kind of difficult considering he'd been slouching his entire life and had practically made it into an art form.

Namjoon lets out a few semi-embarrassed ha-ha's on his boyfriend's behalf.

"Do I?" Jimin mumbles, prodding at his own hand.

"Can I feel?" Jin says, making grabby hands in Jimin's direction even though they met all of thirty minutes ago.)

"Hey, it's horny boy!" Jungkook greets with a snicker as Taehyung (rather reluctantly) trudges towards your table, plastering the customary customer service smile. It's supposed to look forced but it looks too soft on him, you think. Too fond.

You catch his eye, catch him trying to hold back a smile. To pretend he's not associated with any of you, most likely.

He's wearing his work uniform, long black pants and a flannel shirt with a little shirt pocket. There are feather earrings drooping on his ears that go long, almost reach his shoulder blades, tickle his neck. There are fairy lights circling his antlers, and it was meant to be festive in the beginning but it's mid march and he's still adamant on using it. Something about how Christmas lives on in his heart.

Taehyung looks one way then the other, as if to survey his surroundings, before bumping your hip with his as a gesture for you to scooch over. You comply, the hybrid settling beside you on the rather comfy cushion, proceeding to immediately kick Jungkook from beneath the table.

There's a yell and a laugh and then the two are playing footsie rather aggressively, Jungkook sinking in his seat and everything while ignoring the rather distressed Jimin beside him. You're all causing a public embarrassment but you're all laughing so you can't quite bring yourself to care.

Jimin turns to you, deadpans, "Do you know them?"

"Absolutely not."

He takes a long sip of his boba, as if to contemplate, then says, "Should we stop them?"

"Absolutely not." You both grin.

It stops eventually, Jungkook making soft little whines as he crosses his arms indignantly. Taehyung giggles and leans over the table to kiss him and makes a big show of it, too-- puckering his lips the closer he gets. They giggle into each other's mouths and you feel an overwhelming fondness swell up inside you, pushing up, up, until you're grinning and it hurts to breathe.

"What were you guys talking about when I wasn't here?" He asks, pauses. Smacks his lips together for a second, turns to Jungkook in question, "Are you wearing lip balm?"

"Yeah," Jungkook says as if it's obvious, "Always gotta be prepared."

"Hm. Cherry?"

"Strawberry, actually."

"Nice." They fist bump. "What were we saying?"

You snort, "We were talking about the sexy snake before you got here."

Taehyung makes a noise, swallowing his drink quickly before he says, "The sexy snake! He's always practicing it at home. Whenever I walk in it always looks like he's doing something nasty to the ground."

"Well you always walk in at the wrong time!" The man in question says, indignant, chugging down his boba to not have to look you all in the eye. "I don't know why you all call it the sexy snake, anyway. I don't look like a snake." You laugh when he leaves out the sexy part.

"You kinda do." Jungkook says, voice a bit muffled, the straw of his boba still between his lips.

"It's something like this," Taehyung does this little wiggle in his seat, meant to copy the infamous sexy snake, and it looks all kinds of awkward but you and Jungkook giggle anyway and he grins big.

Jimin purses his lips, as if to keep himself from laughing, then says, "I don't look like that. Y/n, I don't look like that, right?"

"No thoughts head empty."

"Y/n!"

It's then you're all arriving home, Jimin tripping over the stairs with a giggle, Taehyung trying to convince you to get waffles with him tomorrow as you turn just enough to watch him, to feel your heart swell with every word. Jungkook, his hand spread over your back, giving your bum a few pats when you lean in to press a kiss to his cheek.

You don't know what it is, but you feel--alive. More alive than usual. You're not sure how to explain it to someone if they were to ask, but these days you've been almost painfully aware that you're a person, and that you're alive. Grounded. Very of the Earth. Very aware of every little thing that's happening to you, as if you hadn't been paying attention before.

You turn up the heat of the oven, the concoction bubbling and popping and gurgling in the cauldron as you stir. When you raise a spoonful to your mouth, you taste nectar and ambrosia, peaches and pomegranates. Taste something that's a little dry, too.

You pour it in an empty wine bottle you'd kept for this exact occasion and walk back to your living room. "Look guys, I made wine with everything except grapes! I'm practically Jesus."

Jimin's the first to laugh. First to make grabby hands in your general direction, too. "Gimme."

You hand the vampire the bottle, about to turn around and grab a few glasses lying around somewhere until Jimin drinks it straight out the bottle and that's that.

"Can you teach me how to make this later, love?" He asks as you settle beside him, an arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer. Jungkook's making surprisingly quiet conversation with Taehyung, but turns just enough to raise a leg to rest over yours. You giggle and he pinches you, but you think he's smiling before he looks away.

"I would but it's kinda hard. Doesn't always turn out the way it's supposed to, either, unless it wants to."

"I hate magic." Jimin mumbles against your neck, pressing a kiss there just because. "It's so finicky."

"Why would you say that to a literal witch," You say, mildly offended, but he only giggles.

Then. Then you're all sat around the couch, laughing and drinking homemade wine until Taehyung makes a face after his first sip and settles for Jungkook's banana juice instead. A sober icon.

(There's touches too, tender ones, warm ones that settle in the pit of your stomach. Jimin, a hand under the hem of your and Taehyung's sweaters to pet at your waistbands, at your stomachs. Jungkook settled over you all, head on your thigh and legs on Taehyung's, much to the hybrid's initial despair.

"Massage my feet, hyung."

"Absolutely not."

Taehyung, shuffling over Jimin to press his lips to the back of your neck, a deep, almost guttural rumble sounding against your back in an almost-purr.)

You sit there amidst it all, taking it all in, hoping to keep this safe, keep it somewhere with a lock and key.

Jungkook noses against your stomach, mutters a mantra softly under his breath you think sounds like mate, mates, home--and you want to keep this. Want to keep this for a long, long time. And you think you just might.

Everything is loud and encased in a bright, neon light, surrounded by the people you love, but that fact becomes debatable as you think you catch Jin's tall figure doing some sort of dance somewhere in the crowd and maybe Taehyung in the middle of a circle of people, the man chugging down a bag of gummy bears. You can't be too sure though.

It's the day after Jimin's performance, and the song he danced to has been playing on loop for the past fifteen minutes, maybe. Jimin laughed at first when he realized, but you think by now everyone's getting tired of it but no one has the heart to stop anything.

You think the man of the hour is-- somewhere, maybe helping Namjoon pour the drinks, maybe chugging down gummy bears with Taehyung or slow dancing with Jungkook completely out of rhythm, but you spin on your stool and look up when you hear footsteps and smile as a hand softly cups your cheek.

"M'love. Pretty. I've been looking for you," Jimin coughs, then, and he looks-- beautiful. A white flannel shirt tucked into faded black ripped jeans, round glasses sitting crookedly on the bridge of his nose, hair disheveled like there was someone running their hands through it. He's smiling big and wide and kind of sloppy at the edges and he looks kind of ridiculous, but he's cupping your cheek and calling you pretty and you can't help but smile just as wide.

"Hello," you murmur, take a hold of his hands, and for a second it feels like everything stills, just you and Jimin sitting in this pretty little world. "What've you been up to? Did you drink? You look like you drank."

He does look a bit drunk, but you know that can't be true because Jimin can down vodka like it's water and does so with an effortlessness you will never possess, not to mention he's a vampire, but-- he looks just a tad bit drunk. Drunk on something more intangible, maybe.

"Hey, Y/n," he starts, like he just thought of it and it's the best idea he's ever had, "Let's make out."

You cough only twice before bursting into laughter, and Jimin looks nothing if not pleased with himself. "No, you absolute bimbo."

"Why not?" He all but whines, swinging your intertwined hands around, arms flailing, "I wanna do it. Right now. This second."

Jimin leans in teasingly and you think you catch both Jungkook and Taehyung doing kissy faces in the background somewhere, and when he does kiss you it's messy and sloppy and you're both smiling and it's-- practically all teeth, really, but there's something nice about it, something tender.

He starts tracing your jawline with gentle fingertips when you both pull away, and you kiss the pads of his fingers when they hover close to your lips, watch as Jimin draws in a breath, deep and shuddering.

It takes a second, then-- "Jesus, you can't just do that," he breathes out, coming to right as he steps between your legs, taking the sides of your face between his hands, gently caressing the under of your eyes.

You're-- still on your stool, still in the middle of a crowded apartment, all with people you know and love but maybe that only serves to fluster you more. "Jimin," you hiss, probably too red, too flushed under his tender gaze and others' prying eyes. Seokjin and Hoseok's especially, those nosy bastards. "Not here!"

"Why not? Why can't I kiss my lover?" Hands are tugging at your face, tracing your chin, pulling you in; more gentle now, as if to let you pull away if you want.

"Our other boyfriends are literally judging us as we speak." Jungkook is filming you two from a distance now, and Taehyung is standing right beside him, laughing too hard at something he said. You don't want to know.

"Let them, they can join us if they want."

"Jimin!" You're horrified, to say the least.

And then Jimin is laughing, and the sound melts you down to your bones, human fondue. And then- and then--

Then he's pulling you off your stool, turning to gesture something to Taehyung who immediately understands, the hybrid answering with a nod and a thumbs up. Soulmate culture, if you may.

Then he's leading you up the small set of stairs you'd walked through so many times before- past a frantic Namjoon who looks to have some frosting in his hair- going up, up, looking back only to check on you, to kiss your knuckles.

Then he's clicking open his bedroom door, ushering you inside by the small of your back. The door closes softly behind you, and you're faced with a bedroom that's so terribly Jimin that you kinda ache a bit. You'd been here before-- just this morning, too, maybe-- but it always catches you by surprise, leaves you feeling terribly soft for this boy, for all your boys.

"Are those my socks on the floor?" Is the first thing you say.

Jimin kicks your socks under his bed right before your eyes. "No," He drawls.

You laugh and he smiles at the sound, the vampire taking one step closer, then two-- immediately reaching for you once he's close enough to touch, hands trailing gently from your shoulders down to your hips. "Taehyung and Guk should be here soon, I told Tae to bring drinks. And those gummy worms stashed under the sink. Maybe a sandwich, while he's at it."

"How did you-" You sputter, "You showed him, like, a peace sign, how did you give him that much amount of info in the span of two seconds?"

Jimin smiles, drags his bottom lip through his teeth like he's holding back a laugh before shrugging, and— well. You'll get it out of him one day.

You trace the arch of his brow, the slope of his nose, the dip above his lips. He's the one to kiss the pads of your fingers this time. He hums something soft, scrunches his nose to urge his glasses higher.

"You should wear glasses more often, I like them." You say as Jimin takes them off-- to kiss you properly, you think cheekily-- watch as he places them on a nearby table.

"They make me look stupid."

"No, they don't. You're cute with them."

"Am I cute without them?" He grins, cheeky.

"Stop fishing for compliments."

He giggles and rests his forehead on yours, eyes half lidded and wide and brimming with so much open adoration that you surprise yourself by reaching out, hooking your fingers through his belt loops to pull him in close to taste again. Jimin crowds in closer still, stepping in closer until you're almost touching but not quite. Not enough.

Jimin's voice rumbling beside your ear as he murmurs your name, Jimin's thumbnails dragging softly over your spine, Jimin's lips pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

The man draws in a breath, "God, you're so—" he trails off, pressing kisses to your neck, knuckles stroking along the side of your jaw so tenderly you ache.

It takes a second, then you feel sharp teeth dragging over the skin of your neck, and you shiver-- Jimin immediately pulling away with a low curse. "Shit, I'm sorry, m'love," he covers his mouth with a hand, cheeks flushed. His fangs are gone when his hand lowers. "Can't control them sometimes."

"S'okay." You say almost breathlessly, your mind reeling, still trying to catch up with the rest of your body as Jimin flattens his weight against you, pressing you against the wall, a hand cupping the back of your head. His fingertips trail down the side of your face and you—feel. You feel so much, all at once.

He crowds in close, a breadth over your lips, "Wanna keep going?"

"Wait," you gesture for him to look at you, and he does-- or maybe he was already looking, never stopped. "I'm really proud of you, hm? We're all really proud of you."

You cup his cheeks and he's suddenly shy, grinning wide and pretty pretty pretty.

You both stay like that for a long while, you think; lazy kisses and lazy touches, lazy words and lazy smiles that linger and go long, leave you both breathless and giggly.

There's light streaming in through an open window, pink and gold reflecting onto Jimin's skin. There's a distant smell of old books and earl grey tea, of sweet cologne and newly washed sweaters. There's laughter on your tongue and you can taste his smile and you no longer long for a place that doesn't exist because it-- does. It does exist, maybe it always did. And you found it, right here, and it's beautiful.

Then there's a soft creaking and soft footsteps and soft laughter, more hands reaching to touch and that's. That's love, too. "I can't believe this," Jungkook starts, huffing out a laugh, "They left us to make out. They really did it. This is—blasphemy."

"I bet you don't even know what that words means." Taehyung snickers, even as Jungkook retorts with a little punch to the hybrid's shoulder.

A harmless little fight threatens to burst forth and Jimin steps away from you to physically restrain Taehyung from swinging his antlers around like a madman. "I never want thing one and thing two around me again." You deadpan to yourself.

Jungkook blinks, turning towards you with a halfhearted fist still hovering midair, "Wait, which one am I?"

"Yeah, that's a good idea, I don't really wanna see them either." Jimin nods, hands literally cupping Taehyung's cheeks as he says it.

"Noona. Am I thing one or two?"

"We should probably kick them out." You contemplate. Jimin hums, kissing Taehyung's cheeks now.

"Which one am I, noona? Noona—"

You're happy now, and you hope to be happy in the future. And that will be love, too.

"Hey," A little whisper sounds against your ear and you turn, a flash going off before you can throw your hands up to hide. You make a face at that and another snap goes off along with Jungkook's giggle and you realize you're fighting a losing battle.

You're in Yoongi's greenhouse to restock the mugwort and rosemary, the faerie tending to a rosebush and cutting of the stems. They're a little fussy so you don't want to disturb him.

Jimin and Taehyung are huddled by a tree trunk trying to feed a one-legged bird, and sometimes rainwater will drip down your nose even though the outlines of the clouds overhead are delicate, their edges blurring into blue. You can guess how far you are from the shoreline from the scent of the ocean.

Wind kicks up in your hair. It takes a second, then you hear another snap.

You dig your hands into the earth, feel dirt sticking to your nail beds as you frown, "Shouldn't you be taking pictures of something else?"

Jungkook lowers the camera enough for you to see his eyes shaped into little crescents. Out of spite, probably, he takes another picture.

You make the motion as if to stand ad leave but his hand shoots to your wrist to gently tug you back, giggling a drawled out "no!"

Taehyung turns just then, sees you both and a wondrously slow grin spreads just like that. Another snap.

The hybrid gestures for you to come closer and you stand quick, brush yourself off, grab a hold of one of Jungkook's arms and attempt to pull him up with brute strength. He doesn't move an inch, but laughs at your attempts anyway.

It always feels different being together. Watching Taehyung press a wet, sloppy kiss to your and Jungkook's forehead and Jungkook trying to kick him and Jimin laughing and then a snap of a camera before the vampire can react and complain because Jimin, for someone who likes to be seen, strangely doesn't like to be seen. Jungkook takes photos of him anyway, because Jimin is one of the most beautiful people you know.

Being together is different. Everything feels different when you're together, like there's not a thing that's missing, like everything you could ever want is right here.

"Y/n-ah, you should take us here more often," Taehyung says as he spins in a circle, arms outstretched as if he could hold the whole neighborhood in his arms if he wanted. The whole world.

You watch him spin and spin and spin and feel a little grin tugging at your lips, "What's so great about all this?"

He almost trips but catches himself on a thin tree and starts twirling around that instead, "Plants don't grow like this just anywhere," he says, stops abruptly. There are leaves stuck to his hair, and Jimin giggles before plucking them off one by one. He continues, "They didn't grow like this because of the magic, either. They grew like they've been loved."

Taehyung's got his head tipped up, like he's looking for constellations even though it's midday. He takes a step forward and his antlers get stuck on a tree branch and he yelps and you're all laughing even as he screams dramatically.

Yoongi then decides to waddle towards you and says you're all disturbing the petunias, so with little to no persuasion you convince him to hand some of the things you needed in the first place before gathering your things and heading home.

Jimin and Taehyung fall into step behind you, seemingly not even noticing they're supposed to be going to their own home but you don't comment as they walk inside completely uninvited. (But completely welcome.)

Jimin whines a little at the dirt on his clothes so you rummage through Jungkook's closet and know it will be a bit too big on him but it will have to do. You find three spare 99 cent toothbrushes in a pack of ten in the cabinet under the sink and have no idea who bought them or what happened to the other seven of them.

It all feels a little bit dreamy, you think; Jungkook closing the window in case it rains and Taehyung curling in small on the couch, making sleepy sounds with a hand resting on your thigh, lashes tickling your cheek as he leans in to press little kisses to your nose and your upper lip. Jimin hovers over you both and bites his lip, a nervous habit he doesn't know about. A purposeful action he does to get what he wants. You haven't figured out which yet.

Jimin makes grabby hands. You face Taehyung with as blank of an expression as you can muster, then say, "I don't know, Tae, what do you say we do?"

"I don't know..." he drawls, Daegu accent tugging at the vowels, a hand stroking at the soft skin of your belly, "Is this the part we ignore him and make out or something?"

Jimin, with one swift leap, plops himself on top of you both even as you all shriek and Taehyung yells a distant "Whose leg is this?!" followed by a low oof. You think that's when Jungkook plops himself on all three of you and all the breath leaves your lungs completely.

It's strangely domestic, they way you're all giggling even as Jungkook starts brushing his teeth with two of his toothbrushes and Taehyung spits a little bit, tooth paste dribbling down his chin, and you think Jimin chokes a little bit, too. You don't think you've ever been endeared by something so stupid but you wouldn't trade this for anything.

You all play rock paper scissors to determine who gets the middle, and Jimin wins with a victorious whoop but Taehyung says he was in the middle last time so they hand the win over to you. (Jungkook suggests you take turns next time and that's an idea you can definitely agree with so that's a topic for discussion for later.)

So then you're all squeezing into this bed that's much too big for four people, and you're a bit smug as you settle in the middle before Jungkook presses his cheek to your stomach with Jimin behind him and Taehyung on your other side and you all manage to make do.

"Ow! Tae-hyung, what the heck?"

"I didn't mean to pinch you! So wait, whose leg is this?"

"That would be me," you mutter.

"Oh." He says, then pinches you, too.

Your eyes start to droop as they start making quiet conversation; not about anything particular, but then Taehyung starts talking about what it's like to live with Jimin and dramatizes how romantic it is until Jimin pipes up saying they'd spent Valentine's day playing Minecraft last year, and Jungkook laughs so hard he snorts and does that thing where he starts randomly slapping people's shoulders.

They check up on you too, sometimes, pressing little kisses to your exposed skin with whispers of you awake, baby? and go to sleep, little love, and you're so pretty, noona-- and it's all a pretty dream, you decide. You'll stay here in this pretty dream and listen while the three tell you pretty things.

You feel Taehyung tug lightly at your hair, and you turn to face him and he grins so softly you turn to mush. His fingers stroke low on your waistband, your hipbone, and you feel him pull you closer before he even does, lifts you with a happy hum and then you're kissing and kissing and kissing, lips catching over and over until you're warm and pliant and melted into Jungkook.

"Pretty," Jungkook sighs, crawling up higher to press kisses to the nape of your neck, pull you flush against him.

Taehyung kisses you soft and sweet and then not so sweet but slow slow slow, just the way he likes to be kissed. Your hand reaches to cup his cheek and tilt his head just so, trace his jaw, tug at his hair to hear his breath hitch.

Jimin, with a deadpanned voice, says, "Well, this is fun," and you snort into Taehyung's mouth as he half-laughs, half-shrieks, then you all pile onto the vampire to tickle him and it's a mess and an even bigger mess when you almost knock him off the bed.

There's something nice about knowing that you'll wake up to all this tomorrow, to feather soft touches and lingering kisses. You like all your mornings with them, even the hectic ones, with toast crumbs and rushing around Yeontan and strings of panicked I'm late, shit, I'm—can you, will you—and lingering touches that shouldn't linger because you're all late.

But this is gentle, tender. Push too hard and it hurts because everything is exposed and vulnerable kind of tender.

You press a kiss goodnight to each of them, playfully slap Jimin's chest when he tries to keep you close and blow raspberries into Jungkook's mouth when he tries to tickle you, too, and when you move to kiss Taehyung's knuckles you smile at the little tattooed moon on his inner wrist, and you realize that you want to kiss it. Realize, too, that you are so deeply in love you don't know what to do with all of it.

So you kiss it. And you kiss him. And everything is warm.

"You look different these days," Seokjin murmurs, gaze more focused on squeezing the little plastic ketchup onto his french fries. Empty packets are already starting to pile around his plate, and his arm is kind of shaking from the strain, and it's. A little funny. You pinch the soft spot of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing.

"If you're just going to call me ugly, Jin, then just save it." You say, pretend to be annoyed, down some more of your drink like it's vodka.

"That's not what I meant at all! I'm saying something happened," he takes one sweeping look over your bundled frame and announces proudly, "You got laid! Holy shit. I never thought I'd see the day. My baby's growing up."

Namjoon nearly chokes beside him, looks around frantically, "Hyung, we're in public. Also, please never call Y/n that ever again."

"But it's true. You're all my babies," He announced without chagrin, popping a fry into his mouth. Namjoon attempts to look smaller, then mumbles a small prayer towards the ceiling.

"I didn't get laid." You deadpan, cupping a hand over your mug. You mutter a small incantation and feel it warm in your palm.

Seokjin continues his coos as Namjoon reaches over the table to clap your back, either as a form of support or an apology, you'll never know.

"You should ask them to move in, I'm sure they'll say yes," Jin continues, chewing thoughtfully.

"I've only been dating them for like three months." You say, but only receive a shrug in response.

"That's, like, a year in Y/n time."

"That doesn't make sense."

"You're right. Six months in Y/n time. Maybe seven."

You groan.

Namjoon then starts talking about the concept of time, which leads into the concept of beauty, which segways into a heated debate about toxic masculinity in the beauty industry, and then suddenly you're sitting amidst a conversation about gender norms and queer theory and it's. Too much.

Seokjin turns to you when he notices you've been quiet for too long, "Y/n-ah? You okay? Is this about the whole getting laid thing? I wasn't actually serious! Mostly."

"No," you say, feeling small suddenly, "'M just happy."

“Oh.” His eyes soften. "Good. That's good. Yoongi-chi said so, too."

Your heart warms. Warms at the thought that there are friends looking out for you, careful and caring, friends that notice when you're fine, notice when you're not. It grows a bit overwhelming sometimes, this small little reassurance you have, tucked away from prying eyes in a place where everything is soft. Little reassurance that says these, these-- these are the kinds of people I want to keep close.

"Yeah," You smile, say again but softer, "Yeah."

"Ask 'em to move in," Namjoon hums, "It'll be good for you all."

"Hey, Jungkook?" You ask one night when you two have been up too long, and it's late enough for words to spill more easily as if drunk. The werewolf hums and you continue, "Do you wanna move in?"

Jungkook stills and you feel something like bile start to surface up, up, but then he giggles and pats blindly at the mattress until he finds your hand and laces your fingers together.

"We're already roommates, Noona."

"I know, but like," you pause and peel open an eye and find Jungkook's gaze in the dark and he's already looking at you. You wonder if he'd ever looked away. "But like-- move in, you know? Like, boyfriend move in, because we weren't dating when you did move in, and—Don't look at me like that! You know what I mean!"

He's smiling, amused and fond, then says, "Are you gonna make me write a proper lease? Are you a nice landlord?"

"Forget I said anything."

"No," he drawls with a whine, giggles when you shift and turn so you're facing the other way. His hand snakes up your shirt, a finger trailing down the dip in your back. His nose tickles your neck as he continues, "Come back, noona. Baby."

He says it the same way he did before, when you'd first kissed and were both pretending it hadn't happened. Even before that, too. Saying it like it means something else.

Jungkook pulls you so that you're facing him and then you're nose to nose and he's grinning unabashedly, "Noona, I would love to boyfriend move in with you." He says adamantly, then he's pulling you in and tugging you close and kissing you hard, biting your lips cherry red until he slows and it's soft, soft, soft.

When you're both pulling back with droopy eyes and lazy touches is when you curl in small, feel him peppering kisses over your collarbone, "Can our boyfriends boyfriend move in with us, too?"

And then you look up and he's grinning big and soft and shy and-- Jungkook. "Yeah," he breathes, something deep and shuddering, "I'd like that a lot."

("Does this mean I can husband move in with you one day, too?"

"Go to sleep Guk," you say, hushed, then whisper, "That sounds nice."

You feel his smile on your neck and your heart soars up, up, up.)

There are new flowers on the table.

They're pretty, reds and purples and pinks dissolving into white. You smile, murmur sweet nothings to the one drooping outside the vase, watch as it perks slowly into place, petals fluttering. You'll make sure to sprinkle something on them later, help them stay for maybe a few weeks more. It's sweet, smells a bit like honey and marmalade.

"Peonies," you muse to yourself. You'd have to thank Jimin later. You can feel that Jungkook's a little calmer than usual, all safe and warm somewhere close, so maybe you won't have to wait long.

Footsteps pad softly over the creaking floorboards, and you turn to a sleepy Taehyung trudging towards you, rubbing at his eyes.

"Do you like peonies?" Taehyung asks as he watches you gently tuck the flowers into a vase, placing it somewhere where you can see, where the whole world can see.

You think for a long while, tracing a hand lightly over the petals, watch as they melt into your touch. The room gets warmer. It's always like that these days, you think-- warm, warm, warm.

Today, just outside, there are dandelions growing through cracks in the sidewalk. There's an old couple sitting by their porch holding hands. There’s a lizard resting in the morning sun, trying to grow a new tail. There is life. And you're learning to love yours quite a bit, too.

"Yeah," you say, not quite looking at him but you don't need to. He knows. Always does, really. "I think I do."

a/n: this is the end folks :( I’m gonna miss this bumbling trio :(( i’d like to thank u all so much for all the support on this lil series, hopefully this ending is satisfactory djksjd?? i might maybe write some drabbles for them at some point tho!! this was plotless and had like zero angst this is my level of longing for romance. ty for reading g’day

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frickfracksnatchisback · 4 years

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May I? Ask for some Snatcher and MJ hcs when they are already a while with their s/o in a relationship?

Of course! These two lads deserve some love and affection (and vise versa for all you ghost lovers out there!)

Starting with Moonjumper, he has a very cute habit of taking his S/O’s hands and placing kisses on top of them in a fancy gesture (because, y’know, he’s royalty, and that’s a thing princes do-). Sometimes it’s because he wants to act like a gentleman, other times he uses it as an excuse just to see his S/O blush! But, if S/O decides to turn the tables and kiss his hands instead? He is straight up swooning, with him shyly commenting on how they are ever the charmer~

With Snatcher, if S/O allows him, he likes brushing his claws through their hair softly. It happens rarely, but if it’s one of those quiet moments where S/O in sitting in Snatcher’s lap and they’re just chilling, Snatcher may or may not find himself combing through their hair or playing with a lock of it (and if they have shorter hair, Snatcher just kinda “pets” the top of their head absentmindedly). With S/O petting Snatcher’s hair, on the other hand? Yes please, he love, love, loves floof pets and stritches! (not that he’ll ever admit it, but he won’t ask for them to stop)

Moonjumper is very much a cuddle bug. The moment that S/O hugs him or asks him for cuddles, he’s immediately hugging, cuddling, and/or nuzzling at their side. The poor lad is very touch-starved after so many years, so he very much craves physical affection and plenty of attention from his partner! But don’t worry, for as much attention as S/O gives him, Moon makes sure to give back twice if not thrice as much back!

No matter S/O’s height, whether they be relatively tall or short, Snatcher will always playfully make a teasing comment on how small or little they are compared to him (Honestly, I HC that Snatcher’s full height is about 20 ft., maybe 10 ft. or less if he needs to be smaller in somewhere with less room). He always takes advantage of this fact, picking them up often, carrying them in his arms or on his shoulders, or lifting them up when they need help to reach something. Basically, for every tall joke they make of Snatcher, Snatcher will always return it with a short joke just to get a rise out of them (or to see them all flustered, which is pretty much the main reason why he does it).

Moonjumper’s very well-known for gifting things to his S/O! Sometimes with bouquets of flowers, but other times he’ll make his gifts by hand! He’ll dedicate his free time time to make all sorts of blankets, clothing items, plushies, and pillows for his beloved! And another cute detail, most of these gifts follow a heart or star motif and/or are in S/O’s favorite color(s). Sometimes he’ll even embroider sweet little messages into these hand-made gifts, phrases like “To my precious star, the forever light of my afterlife~” or “To my darling sweetheart, who is, without a doubt, the sweetest thing of all!~” in pretty cursive embroidery.

Snatcher also gets his S/O gifts! Though he usually doesn’t give them flowers often, and he’s not as good with actually making things like Moonjumper does, he still does give them gifts from time to time (at first, he says it’s only because they “Did so well on their contracts”, but he’ll eventually admit it and just give them gifts outright). Sometimes the gift will be a book; not about law, surprisingly, but whatever genre or hobby S/O is into. Other times, they’ll be articles of clothing that Snatcher thinks would look nice on them! Some just are regular pieces of clothing, other times they’re a combination of purple and yellow, with a certain someone’s signature grin printed on there somewhere (call him an egotist if you want, it’s not gonna stop him from grinning so smugly).

Moonjumper is an absolute sap with nicknames. He’ll be sure to call S/O all the sweetest, gushiest, fluffiest nicknames he can think of, switching them up every now and then to see which one they liked being call the most! (Honestly, he might have a whole list at this point) Of course, there’s his usual go-to: “my lady/lord”, “my darling”, “my love”, “sweetheart” and so on. But other times he might use rarer nicknames like “my precious/glittering star”, “angel”, “dear/dearest”, “my jewel/gem”, “my flower”, “mon amour”, etc. But the rarest nickname of all for him to use is calling them “my princess/prince” or “my queen/king”, as he only uses it during their more heartfelt moments together, showing just how much he trusts them.

Snatcher rarely uses nicknames, claiming that they’re “too sappy/affection for his tastes”, so he only uses the occasional “darling”, “sweetheart”, etc. But, once they get further into the relationship, and/or if they ask nicely, Snatcher will surprise his S/O with more embarrassing nicknames, like “buttercup” or “pumpkin”, just to see how much he can make them blush. Basically, Snatcher can go from being fancy and calling them “my darling” to doing a complete 180 and calling them “toots” while doing finger guns. Maybe he’s aware of how cheesy it is, but he thinks it’s well worth it to see his S/O blushing and hear their adorable giggles!

Moonjumper tries to pull out all the stops when he takes S/O out on a date, dressing fancily and trying his best to impress them, maybe even ask them for a dance. But if S/O prefers something more easy-going, he’s more than happy to set up a romantic picnic, just for the two of them! Now does this means he still doesn’t try to impress them? Absolutely not, as he rehearses in the mirror every time before they go out on a date, wanting to make sure he a true gentleman when said date arrives. If S/O comments on this, however, saying that he doesn’t need to impress them so much, as he’s already impressive, they’d better prepare for him to be an absolute lovestruck sap for the rest of the night.

Snatcher is, surprisingly, very nervous when it comes to asking his S/Os out on dates, even after the fact that they’re already a couple. He always grooms himself before going out, making sure he looks his best, wearing a fancy tux and maybe even a tie/bowtie and top hat to match! He tries boosting up his confidence beforehand (he’s the King of Subcon, after all!), but once he sees his S/O in their date outfit, whether it be overly fancy or not, all of that goes out the window and he’s a blushing and nervous wreck the whole time. He tries hiding this by doing fancy gestures for S/O, locking arms or holding hands with them, opening doors and pushing in chairs for them, but out of the corner of their eye they’ll catch him taking a nervous gulp he doesn’t need, fidgeting and adjusting his tie/bowtie or suit, tapping his claws, and tugging at his suit collar. He can’t help it, and he finds himself getting distracted by how beautiful they are.

Now, let’s say S/O finds themselves in a particularly gloomy or not-so-good mood? Believe me, Moonjumper will notice, and he will immediately ask them wants wrong. And before they can even blink, Moon makes them and pillow fort with all the fluffiest blankets he could grab, offering them a warm, cozy seat and some tea so they can de-stress and relax. He holds them close in his arms, listening to them intently if there’s something wrong, and comforts them all night long, reassuring them that he loves them and that he’s there for them. Whether it be anxiety, depression, or anything else, he’ll make sure to let them know that he’s here, he loves them, and he promises he’s not going anywhere.

When S/O is in a less than happy mood around Snatcher? Snatcher also notices, although it takes him awhile to bring it up, worried that they might not want to talk about it. Of course, at first he semi-jokes by saying “Alright. Who’s soul do I have to steal for you?” and things of a similar nature, but eventually he’ll turn serious and bring them up onto his lap, snapping his fingers to wrap them up in a cozy blanket with a nice, warm mug of hot cocoa/coffee/tea suddenly in their hands. He lets them use his floof like a pillow, being less tsundere and more cuddly than usual, letting them talk it out if they want to. Snatcher makes sure to let them know that he really, truly does love them (even if, and he’ll admit it for once, he acts like a giant “soon-deh-ray” most of the time) and cares about their happiness and well-being. And if comforting them means swallowing his pride, then he won’t have to think twice before making that decision, because they are his all, his everything, and he wouldn’t give them up for anyone else in the world.

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perksofbeingaharrie · 4 years

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Life has been surreal since what she can remember. It began with how her father agreed to send to study photography which for years he had thrashed her about as being just a mere hobby. 3 years in college and now here at the O2 and shooting for the worldwide sensation – Harry Styles. Was she even allowed to feel this content with life ever? What was to go wrong?

She often hitched her breath thinking of such questions. But here she was, previewing her pictures on slide show mode to Helene, who sat beside her on the couch at the corner of the backstage room.

She blinks twice, thrice looking at Helene going through her pictures so concentratedly. It was all here before her in the present, truly.

“I think we can select a few from here.” Helene pops her bubble of thought that very instance. “I like this one a lot. Harry could use this for his Instagram.”

“His Instagram?” She gulps, pulling her laptop to her lap.

Helene looks up at her and smiles, matching eyes who know the feeling. “Yes. You are very good, darling. I am glad to have you on the team.”

Shuffling to pack her stuff and head home, she gets up from the couch and pulls her bag to her.

“You should come to this party Harry’s having for us.” Helene says as she gets up to her feet.

Still trying to put away her things quickly and leaving to be in the warmth of her home, Y/N looks up absolutely unprepared for such a proposal.

“Yeah, you should.” Helene insists.

“Uh, but, I don’t have an invite or anything-“

“Oh, no. Harry’s actually been wanting to meet the new photographer anyway. And it’s a small gathering, you’ll get to network well.”

Her chest swells up on hearing Helene’s words. She thinks she has some time to contemplate and then answer but Helene’s already putting away her stuff in haste and has grabbed her wrist, dragging her out of the room.

And it was indeed a small gathering. In fact, it was something more better termed as an ‘intimate gathering’. The terrace top of the most expensive hotels spanning the skyline of the city hosted tonight just for the 10-15 people of the close-knit Harry Styles’s team. She definitely felt out of place a little.

Conversations died down a few drinks later and presently everybody had found each other hip to hip, swaying to the light music in the background. There were laughs and giggle around, but none of them were sincere and all in lieu of the alcohol coursing through the air.

She smiled about a little here and there, and finally with a little resolute, found her place by the bar on one of the stools, watching everyone from a distance. The one drink in her hand stayed whirling in the glass itself only. At one point she felt that the alcohol in it must have evaporated into air because she just could not feel its effect. She just could not feel its effect enough to want to let loose and join them.

She is happy anyway, watching and indulging for a while tonight amongst people she doesn’t think she’ll meet any before a year from now. She is content with the fact that after tonight she’ll be back to her daily routine, from going back and forth to her daily tid bit photography to editing and blogging and everything that she has been doing for what seems like forever.

Her mind is distant in thoughts of her home and known and she never notices when he – he, Harry Styles – comes up to stand beside her at the bar.

His deep voice drops the loudest rung in her ear as he orders his drink, and she looks up, flushed, half from the alcohol and half from an unknown embarrassment.

“You are the new photographer, aren’t you?” He says, at the same time accepting his drink from the bartender with his signature smile.

She nods, unsure of what else she could reply with so somehow they get to conversing more.

“Well, you’ve done a really good work. I liked the pictures from your camera.”

She gives a genuine smile for his genuine compliment. “Thank you. These two days have been really really wonderful for me too. I am glad I could do my work nicely.”

They silently enjoy their drinks for a while, looking across them at the night and nobody intends to break the silence. It’s awkward, but somehow, nobody says a word. She gulps the last sip of her drink not a moment later and feels the need to break away from the proximity they both stand at.

As she slides out of her seat and stands to her feet, he turns to her abruptly and gulps away the reminder of his own drink harshly.

“Do you feel like getting away from here?” He says, looking at her. “Because I really need to.”

She parts her mouth, breathing out in astonishment. “Uhm, but, this is your party? How can you leave like that?”

He points his finger towards his group at a distance. “It clearly is not the party for me. I just needed something to fill up the loneliness I feel after every concert.”

She dares to make an eye contact with him; and his green eyes look the prettiest when honest.

He leans in closer and completes his line against her ear. “And honestly, this scene just does not do.”

He begins walking backward towards the exit, his eyebrows shooting up at her as if challenging her to give in. She feels this exhilarating rush at his nab. Looking around, she does not have time to think twice or thrice and she eventually does give in.

She jogs down the stairs in a child-like haste, a sudden fear erupting in her heart that she has missed him. But as she reaches the end of the staircase, she finds him putting on a grey beanie over his lousy hair and a coat that almost covers up his chin.

“Can’t let nobody know I’m wilding out tonight.” He chuckles at his own words. She smiles, pleased, grabbing her coat from the hanger as well.

He is trudging away even before she has tied the coat around her waist and she is on the run after him.

“What are we even doing by the way?” She asks over his shoulder.

“I was thinking of some ice-cream? Let’s start from there.”

She nods earnestly, following his lead. Her clock tells her that it is almost 12 and so she doubts if there would be any ice-cream outlets open nearby. But the way his broad shoulders and long legs take on the road so knowingly, she cannot think about hesitating now.

They arrive at a cross section and wait for the signals to turn red so they can walk over to the other side. In a blink, the lights do change and she jumps forward to cross the road. A hand comes clasping around her wrist and pulls her back.

“Careful.” He says, entwining their fingers together. “Just so we are safer.”

The giddy smiles they share lightens up the night like no other.

They are walking for a long time, careful of the crowd, traffic and recognizable faces. Harry walks majority of the while with his head ducked low. He keeps a tight grip around her fingers nevertheless, tugging at places where he wants her to walk fast and constantly squeezing it too to remind her of their interlocked hands. It’s good it has happened to be winter in London or she would have sweaty palms by now and that would have been embarrassing.

They finally stop by a little tucked in shop by the roadside, and they have walked quite some distance now. She hardly looks around to be able to recognize the place before he pulls her into the shop. The little wooden doors are shut and they enter a warm, little cafeteria scarcely littered with tables and small chairs.

“I’ll take my usual, please.” His voice comes distinct in the peaceful room that she is still scanning around. “And, she would like to select.”

She looks up at him and then at the man behind the ice-cream counter. “And what is the usual?”

“Mint and chocolate.” Harry tells her, leaning his body against the cold screen.

“I think I’d like that too.”

“Right away.” The ice-cream man smiles. “Waffle cone or a cup?”

“Cone.” They say in unison.

“So, why photography?”

They are sitting on cold railings by a quiet parking lot, hardly any cars seen nearby. She feels like the reckless teenager again with him, running about in the city at midnight, eating ice cream when it is about to snow and hanging out in parking lots. She feels younger and much calmer than she ever would have.

She chuckles lowly, looking at her feet. “I think my answer would be the same to yours if I asked you – ‘why music?’”

He looks at her longingly for a moment, then nods and chuckles like her before. “Right.” He finishes the last of his cone and brushes his hands against his pants. “You do not enjoy talking as much, I see.”

She shakes her head, finishing her bite as well. “Not really. I just do not like making small talk. That’s the lousiest concept ever. It even more awkward than just staying quiet.”

He nods again, agreeing. “Right. I feel the same way too.”

They breathe deeply the cold air in through their nostrils.

“It kind of gets too loud sometimes where I am, you know? Even I like some silence sometimes.”

She nods, smiling. “You mean, your friends?”

He makes a face as if taking some time to think before answer. Only at the end, he chuckles and shakes his head. “Everything actually. Even the music I make.”

“I understand. Even my eyes hurt sometimes from looking at the same thing, trying to find inspiration. I think it’s common for the creative brains.”

“True.” He nods. “But I don’t think you’ll disagree with me when I say that my friends and team are pretty loud. I mean, you didn’t look pretty interested in knowing them either. I needed a little break from that too.”

She hides her mouth as she gives a suppressed chuckle. “I am sure your friends aren’t that bad. In fact, they are really nice – they let me into the group even for a while. I just thought it might be useless to try to fit in if I am only going to be seeing them the last time tonight.”

“Oh, yeah, right.” He sighs. “But what if you were to see them more often?”

“Then, I might take some time but I’ll blend in too I guess.”

They look at one another and smile with their eyes.

“And what about the loneliness you talked about earlier? Why is that?”

He bites his lower lip, looking away in a distance. “I feel the fullest and at my best on stage. I am so energetic, so careless, so carefree performing. There’s people just loving how I am, accepting me as I am and just letting me be. When it’s all over, I am back with people who will tell me what I did, how I performed; they’ll tell me if I was good, if I was bad. I just miss being that free in real life too, y’know. I miss that feeling with all the people around. I feel-“

“-lonely in a room full of people.” She completes for him.

They share knowing smiles. His heart feels full looking over at her lips curve up. She feels the familiar warmth spread inside her.

“How about some nice hot-pot dinner to end the night?” He gets up to his full height.

She nods.

“And I think we can talk some more too.”

“Definitely.”

She is called in for work early the next morning. Still gorgy with sleeping only after 3 last night, she could not bother to go through the trouble to making breakfast and only grabs a bagel from the cafeteria downstairs.

She walks into the studio she was called in for, and is greeted with Helene standing at one corner setting up her camera on the pod.

“Oh, hey. Come on in.” She smiles, pulling out a folder from the corner desk and walks over to her.

“Hi, yeah, you called in so suddenly?”

“So, uhm,” She opens the folder and flips through a few pages. “We were hoping if you would like to join us for the tour?”

“Wha-“ She feels the folder on her palms. It is a contract that would sign in her in as Harry’s team for the entirety of the year round tour. She looks up from the contract at Helene and then back at the contract.

The door behind her chimes again and enters Harry, rubbing his palms together for warmth.

“So,” he says. “Is she joining us for the tour or not?”

Her eyes widen. He grins at her reaction, raising his eyebrows at her in the challenging stance he would do. She bites her lower lip and suppresses a grin but it is hard when she feels her heart could burst at the very moment.

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PART 2 o MASTERLIST o PART 3 o PART 4

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maxlovespigeons · 4 years

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The Memoirs of The Snork

Chapter 2

Summary:

Spending a great amount of time with the new, little friend, Snork finds out it's not easy to take care of a child do much younger than him. He also has to risk his skin quite a few times for her.

Notes:

This one is much longer than the previous one and it took quite a while to write! I'm happy with it, though, and I hope you're ready for some mild angst! Also, I shall make sure to crop it so it doesn’t take hours to scroll past it dghdf,,

Warnings:

Child Abuse

Word Count: 4072

Read on AO3!

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Life in the Orphanage had changed quite a bit, at least for the Snork. The appearance of Snorkmaiden, who was probably the youngest child in the entire Orphanage, had given Snork new responsibilities, especially since the Hemulen wouldn't give her the attention she needed. And small children need a lot of attention.

Snork couldn't say it was a good change. He was often annoyed with how much he had to help the little girl, and how he was the only person she'd ask for it. Some of these little tasks had become pretty much a routine after a while, though, and he didn't seem to mind them at all - tucking Snorkmaiden in at night, which sometimes was accompanied by reading her to bed (with which Snork risked getting caught each night, but he got used to that as well and none of the other kids seemed to mind), helping her in the Wash Room or playing with her now and then. It became annoying when he wasn't able to read his books, do his equations or just do anything in peace.

He soon found out Snorkmaiden listened to him and tried to mimic him sometimes. At first Snork was annoyed by that too, but soon he learned it's actually useful to have such authority over someone. He could just tell Snorkmaiden off and at least half of the time she'd listen after Snork repeated himself twice or thrice.

That was quite a power. The kind of power the Hemulen had over all of the children. But everyone was simply scared of the Hemulen and her punishments. Why would Snorkmaiden listen to Snork, out of all people? He rather wasn't the most frightening of the kids… did he do something to scare the little girl?

He was worried about something like this. He tried to be rather kind to her but he couldn't help but raise his voice now and then when she was being truly unbearable. It didn't feel good and he even regretted it sometimes, but at the same time he felt like he wouldn't get a moment of peace and quiet anymore if he didn't do stuff like that.

The regret, the annoyance, the anger. He didn't feel these things before Snorkmaiden arrived. They just came with her. The negative emotions, the feelings he despised so much. That little girl brought only trouble.

One day, he got out of bed on the wrong foot. Everything was just so exhausting and all he wanted to do today was disappear. He didn't even feel like doing any equations, they felt like way too much effort at the moment. He managed to grab quite a few books and found a corner behind one of the beds in the bedroom while all the other kids had the Free Time. The children would get the Free Time only if the Hemulen was in a good mood and Snork was so grateful it was one of these days.

There was no sign of Snorkmaiden either - he began wondering what she was up to, but then he decided to throw that thought out of his head. It was his day. No little girls allowed in his book world. Snorkmaiden would be bored by these books anyway, much like the other kids.

He was at peace in his own world, he didn't know how much time had passed but it felt like a matter of seconds. Seconds, in which he went through two thick books about different, scientific matters. He read them both already, but it was fun to get back to some older literature you haven't touched in months. Or maybe years? Nobody kept track of time in the Orphanage, so it didn't matter.

The thing that snapped him out of his little world of scientific literature was a tiny paw that appeared on the spine of one of his books. He jumped a little at the sight, but he quickly realized what that was.

"There you are, Snork!" Snorkmaiden smiled, pulling the book's cover a little so she was able to look at the Snork's face, hiding something behind her in her other paw.

Snork sighed. He pulled the book back and gave Snorkmaiden an annoyed look. That wasn't enough to stop her, though.

"I didn't seen you since the morning!" The little girl continued. "I was looking for you!"

"Haven't," the Snork corrected her instinctively, "and that is because I've been rather avoiding everyone."

"Why?" Snorkmaiden climbed up on the bed next to Snork to see his book more clearly. She put the thing she was holding on the bed behind her. "Whatcha reading? Will you read it to me?"

"No," Snork answered immediately. "You wouldn't understand it. You're too little."

"And how do you know?" She asked with a bit annoyed yet cheerful tone.

"Because I know everything."

"No you don't!" Snorkmaiden giggled. "...do you?" She whispered back to him, a bit more serious.

"I do," Snork decided to play along, "and I do know you're not going to find any fun here. Go away!" He buried his nose in the book, rather to avoid eye contact with Snorkmaiden in hope she'd listen to him than to actually read it.

"Come ooooon, Snork!" He felt a pull on his arm. He snatched it away. "Come and play! I have something to show you!"

"I don't care! I want to be alone," Snork was getting really annoyed now, "why won't you play with somebody else!"

"But it isn't no fun without you!" Snorkmaiden whined. She tried to pull Snork's arm again but he pushed her away this time, which almost caused her to fall off the bed. She held onto the sheets strong enough to save herself, though. She sat on the bed above Snork with a grumpy expression.

"Is no fun," he corrected her with his nose in the book.

"See? You agreed!"

Snork sighed. Snorkmaiden lay on the bed and sat like that quietly for a while. Then she rolled over even closer to Snork, looking into his book from above.

"It doesn't even have pictures!" She commented, observing it upside down.

"I told you you wouldn't like it," Snork was trying to remain calm, which was becoming more challenging every second the little girl was hanging above him.

"Can you read out loud?" Snorkmaiden asked, not noting Snork's answer.

" No, " Snork said, harshly. Snorkmaiden groaned loudly.

"You're not any fun!" She called.

"Then go away!” Snork raised his voice, “I told you I want to be alone today, doing boring things you won't like! And it’s ‘are no fun’," he corrected her again.

"But why?!" Snorkmaiden also raised her voice impatiently.

"Because I want to!" Snork brought the book closer to his face.

"But I wanted to show you something!"

"I don't care about anything you'd want to show me!"

"But I made something for you!"

"I don't care about that either!!"

To Snork's surprise, there was no reply this time. He waited a bit to finally look up from his book, noticing that… Snorkmaiden wasn't there.

"...Snorkmaiden?"

The moment he wanted to get up to see if she just walked away, he suddenly felt something dashing at his back. He yelled, falling on the ground with a thud, right onto the corner of the book he just had in his paws. Then he heard laughter.

"That's what you get!" The cheerful tone of the little girl got to his ears from behind. Snorkmaiden was sitting on his back. The corner of the book was still digging straight into his chest.

Snork pushed himself up so suddenly that Snorkmaiden fell off of him and hit the wall with a yelp, but she began giggling afterwards. Snork has straightened up and turned around to face the little girl, picking the book up in the process.

"THAT'S ENOUGH! I am through with you! I have to run around you all the time and I never get a moment for myself and when I'm having a bad day and try to relax reading these stupid books I can't even do so without you bothering me the entire time!" He threw the book on the ground. "It's enough that I have to risk my own skin to read you to bed because you're just a little brat that can't even fall asleep by herself! It's been the most painful few years of my life and I honestly wish you have never appeared in this stupid building! Everyone would be so much better off if you were never here!"

The entire building went quiet. It was as if the wind had stopped by the window to watch. Some kids peeked into the bedroom to see what was happening.

Snorkmaiden was no longer grinning. She looked terrified, worse than she ever looked like when looking at the Hemulen herself on her bad days. Her eyes were watery, the tears just waiting on the very edges of the corners of her eyes for an opportunity to run away down the little Snork maiden's face. Snork just now noted she was hugging a sheet of paper close to her chest, as if she was afraid he would take it away from her.

Snork's expression suddenly softened seeing how the little girl was completely taken aback by his sudden confession. He felt a prick of crippling guilt filling him from the inside, twisting his every organ and breaking his every bone.

And then, wordlessly, Snorkmaiden ran out of the bedroom. She didn't even let out a sob. That was the quietest she's been since the day of her arrival.

Snork followed her with his sight, even took a step after her, but then he froze in place. She left him alone, at last. He could just sit there and read his stupid books in peace, like he wanted. It's not like she would leave him alone in any other way! That was the only possible way. She was going to forget it in like four days anyway, so who cares? He did nothing wrong. Everything was okay.

But then why did it feel like all his insides were set on fire?

He picked the book he threw from the ground and sat down in his corner, opening it more or less where he left on. He tried to read, but he somehow wasn't able to focus on it.

It felt like seconds had passed since he opened it, but then out of the blue he heard a scream. Snorkmaiden's scream. And then an unintelligible yell.

Everybody knew that yell.

Let it be curiosity or maybe worry, but Snork suddenly forgot why he was mad at Snorkmaiden. He got up, dropping the book and running to the hallway to see what's going on.

The doors of the Orphanage were open. The Hemulen was standing in front of them, enraged, holding Snorkmaiden's arm. The little one was trying to break free of the grab, her cheeks wet from tears that were flowing down her face. Her fur was pale. Some children had hid behind the staircase, others behind furniture. None of them dared to stay in the Hemulen's sight when she was this upset, but they were still curious about what happened so they tried to watch in a safe distance, just as they always did.

"...AND WHEN I'M TRYING TO BE NICE YOU BREAK THE ONLY RULE I GIVE YOU!!" the Hemulen's voice squeaked. "HOW CAN I TRUST ANY OF YOU IF YOU KEEP DOING THINGS LIKE THAT!"

Snork was trying to figure out what she meant. There were quite a few rules the Hemulen gave the children when they had free time. There were also the golden rules nobody was to break, ever. But then, the doors were open and… oh gosh.

Snorkmaiden almost slipped trying to break free this time.

"I'm sorry, aunt Hemulen! I'm sorry!" She cried repeatedly. Her voice was shaking and it was difficult to understand anything as it would all get choked up in her terrified sobs.

"Oh, you'll be sorry!" The Hemulen dug her claws into the girl's arm to not let her get away. "You'll be sorry after the lesson I give you!" She walked towards the wardrobe pulling Snorkmaiden after her and took a broom out of it. It wasn't the cleaning broom, though. It was the Broom.

The Hemulen took it out only when she was very angry. It was old, made out of sticks bonded together. And it had a very unpleasant texture. The kids who were unfortunate enough to get in the Hemulen's way were sure to feel it on their own skin.

And now, Snorkmaiden was in her way.

"NO!"

Snork's eyes widened as he saw the Broom and for the first time in his life he didn't think about what he was doing. He didn't even notice when he appeared right between the Hemulen and the little girl as he rushed right through the grab. It took the Hemulen off guard enough for her to let Snorkmaiden go, who cried in pain and surprise (as the Hemulen had quite sharp claws), falling back on the ground. Snork stood in front of her.

The Hemulen was taken aback by the sudden pull and lost her balance for a second. Then she looked at the Snork. He has never seen this much fury in the eyes of a living being. It was enough to kill an adult bear with one glare like this, not to mention a little kid.

Snork whined.

"I… I'm sorry, a-aunt Hemulen, but .. but I don't th-think that… I mean… Snork-Snorkmaiden is just a…"

"How dare you."

The Hemulen's voice was surprisingly quiet, but it was so much more threatening this way. After all, nobody had ever questioned her methods before nor did any of the other children ever plan to. Everything went still. Someone dropped a toy in the other end of the hallway, which fell on the wooden floor with a loud thud.

"I wanted to punish just 22, but I see someone ELSE takes a priority!" Her voice raised back to normal (which was very loud).

Snork began stuttering. The Hemulen dismissed that, grabbing his arm and pulling him upstairs. He was too shocked to protest.

None of the children were ever allowed to go upstairs. It was that mystic part of the Orphanage that belonged to the Hemulen and to the Hemulen only. It's where she slept. It's where she ate. It's where she spent all the time she wasn't downstairs with the children, which makes most of the day. Nobody knew what it looked like nor nobody ever dared to check further than peek at it from the second or third step of the stairs. It was one of the golden rules: never go upstairs.

One of other golden rules was to never leave the building without permission.

Maybe that's why the upstairs seemed so strange and hostile. Or maybe it was Snork's situation that influenced that impression. Technically speaking, it wasn't all that different from the downstairs of the Orphanage; it had wood walls and wooden doors, a hallway, candles here and there illuminating the way, a window even, but it just felt… hostile.

The Hemulen has led him to the first door on the left from the staircase. She opened it and, without a second of hesitation, threw the kid inside. He tripped and rolled through the floor of the room.

"Maybe spending days in the time out will teach you some respect!" She yelled at him, slamming the door afterwards.

The Snork got up and looked around. It was a very small room with no windows, the only furniture being an old, wooden bucket in the corner. Snork got up and approached it, noting it was containing water. It had to be there for a long time as it seemed to have developed a tiny ecosystem inside.

The kid suddenly remembered the rumors the other kids would tell each other (as there were a lot of stories and legends in the Orphanage) about a Time Out room - a room with nothing inside where the Hemulen would lock up the most naughty kids. She'd only let them out for one meal a day and so they could go to sleep.

Snork sat under the wall and whined. And then he began sobbing, as he had nothing else left to do.

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Time seemed almost nonexistent to him at this point. So much was happening all the time that it sometimes felt like minutes, sometimes like days. He wasn't able to tell the time anymore as he was in a dark room with no windows to look out of. He wasn't crying anymore, no, he'd stopped a while ago. He was just laying on the ground and staring at the ceiling. He tried doing stuff, like writing equations on the walls, but he was afraid of the Hemulen's reaction to them.

And then he heard steps. They were loud yet gentle, they sounded nothing like the Hemulen's harsh and heavy walk. He sat up and began listening curiously. Then he heard a voice. A tiny, quiet, high voice. It was calling his name.

Snork stumbled to the door on all fours and pressed his ear to the wood.

"Snorkmaiden??" He let out in a surprised tone. He looked at the wooden planks the door was made out of as if he saw a ghost.

The steps got quicker and louder as they approached it from the other side.

"Snork!" It was definitely her voice. A cheerful, loud tone he was so used to. The sound of it was almost comforting.

"Snorkmaiden! What are you doing here?!" Panic was clearly audible in Snork's harsh, loud whisper.

"I came to see you!" Snorkmaiden didn't seem to worry as much.

"But-- what if aunt Hemulen catches you?!"

"Oh, she's gone!" There was a pause after that statement as the Snork didn't seem to understand what the girl just said.

"What do you mean gone?" He finally asked.

"She went out!"

Ah. That was good to hear.

"But- but what if she comes back?" Snork didn't seem even a bit calmer.

"I just wanted to show you something!" Snorkmaiden's tone was as carefree as ever. Snork groaned to himself.

"But!" Before he could think of any other counterargument, a sheet of paper slid under the door. He looked at it for a second and then picked it up.

It was a drawing. It definitely looked like something a little kid would make, but Snork was able to make out a sun, a few clouds, grass and… two people holding hands. One was light olive, the other was mauve. The olive one was significantly shorter than the other.

Snork was looking at it for a long while.

"...Do you like it?" Snorkmaiden's voice resounded through the other side of the door, snapping him out of it, but it seemed less confident than usual. "It's us!"

Snork couldn't say it was a masterpiece. He drew a bit himself sometimes and he could tell it wasn't thought out at all, but…

"Not bad," he answered in a teasing tone. There was no sign of previous panic in it.

Snorkmaiden giggled.

"Is that what you wanted to show me before?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Yes," the girl finally answered.

Snork kept looking at the drawing.

"Can I keep it?" He asked after a moment, hoping Snorkmaiden hadn't gone away yet.

"Oh I don't know," Snorkmaiden giggled again. "Only if you teach me!"

"Teach you what?" Snork looked up at the door, confused.

"To read!" She answered immediately. "I want to read!"

"Oh" Snork chuckled. He wondered if it had something to do with what he told her before. "Okay! B-but not now, I can't really…" he suddenly remembered his own situation. "You should go downstairs. Aunt Hemulen can come any minute now."

"But do you promise?" Snorkmaiden asked hopefully.

"Maybe," he answered cheerfully.

"Come on!" She must've leaned on the door, since Snork heard a thud on it.

"Okay. I promise!" He replied.

Snorkmaiden giggled. Then the soft, quick steps began getting quieter.

Snork listened a few more seconds, but after a while when he couldn't make the girl's steps out he returned to the room's corner and kept looking at the drawing he got. And he didn't feel as alone anymore.

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The rumors turned out to be true. Snork didn't get any dinner for the rest of the day and was dismissed to go to bed at bedtime. The Hemulen kept shaming him which wasn't the nicest thing to hear, but he was just glad he could return to his own bed.

It was difficult for him to hide the drawing Snorkmaiden gave him, though, and he wasn't good at such things so Hemulen easily noticed it, unfortunately.

"What are you hiding behind you?" She asked in a hostile manner.

"N-nothing…!" The Snork tried to hide the sheet, folded into a perfect, small square in his palm. It wasn't any help, though, as the Hemulen forcefully tore it out of his paw and unfolded it roughly, tearing the paper a bit.

"Where did you get it from?!" She asked, looking at the drawing.

"I- I had it on me the entire t-time, aunt Hemulen!" The Snork stuttered out the reply. The Hemulen squinted at him.

"I am much too tired with deal with any more rule breaking today, young man!" She yelled, tearing the drawing apart into two pieces, then four, then eight. She threw it on the floor. "Here, take your stupid drawing!"

Snork watched it happen helplessly, whining. The moment it fell on the ground he quickly picked the pieces up. The Hemulen pushed him to move quicker, so he just wordlessly followed her to the bedroom, hugging the pieces and holding back tears.

Everyone seemed to be asleep. Seemed was the keyword, though, as just as the Hemulen left, Snorkmaiden jumped out of her bed and ran to hug the Snork. He was surprised, but he only took a step back. The girl looked at him from head to feet and then her smile faded.

"Why are you sad?" She asked quietly.

He walked over to his bed, not reacting to Snorkmaiden's question at first and put the sheet pieces on the bedside cabinet (as it is the only place where children could keep their private belongings, if they had any).

"I'm just… tired," He said, climbing up the bed. Snorkmaiden soon followed him and glanced at the drawing, giving out only a sad, quiet "oh" when she realized what that was.

"I'll make you a new one!" She whispered, her cheerful tone returning. "A better one! And that one is going to be for free!"

He looked at her on the side and then giggled. Then the smile on his face disappeared as quickly as it appeared, as he noticed something. Snorkmaiden had quite a big scratch mark on her arm. It must’ve happened the moment he broke Snorkmaiden free from the Hemulen’s grasp earlier that day. He had nothing he could even vaguely dress it with, though, and it didn’t seem to be deep, so he decided to ignore it for the time being. Better not to bring that situation up, anyway.

"Well," he suddenly sat up, "since I'm already here, what about a bedtime story? This time you read it, though."

Snorkmaiden's eyes lit up. Snork opened his cupboard and took out some children's book, putting it on his lap and patting a place on the bed right next to him.

"A promise is a promise," He smiled.

Snorkmaiden laughed (to which Snork shushed her) and climbed up the bed, sitting right next to the Snork as he opened the book on the first page. He then began his teaching.

Since Snork had to spend a few more days in the Time Out room, the lessons could happen only on evenings. At least for a while. Snorkmaiden was a quick learner, though, and when she could read a few letters Snork began teaching her how to write. She'd practice on her own as well.

And soon, she'd be reading herself to sleep. Snork gave in to that habit as well at some point, at first only to make sure Snorkmaiden wouldn't go to sleep too late, but then he began enjoying it as well.

And everything was peaceful for once.

#moomins #moomin #moominvalley #the snork #the snorks #snorkmaiden #the snork maiden #fanfic #moomin fanfic #fluff #angst

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lovinghobwi · 6 years

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Prompt: #0617 - Shut up and just kiss me + #0403 - Make me + #1204 - Ice Cream, cake or me?

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Wordcount: 763

Genre: fluff

Warning/s : no plot,baby boy jungoo ;)

A/n : I combined three requests coz I feel like they go well together I hope it's okay~

🍒

Day Offs are usually slim to none specially weeks nearing comeback season but much to you and your boyfriend, Jungkook’s liking the company had given them two days to relax and do whatever they want.

So now, almost hogging the whole fan in your living room lies a now sweaty Jungkook. Thanks to your AC choosing this particular hot saturday afternoon to break down.

Despite the heat the both of you continued to discuss about the activities you guys will be doing for the rest of the day.

“Kook, can you please move a bit, it's too hot and you're practically hogging the fan” you whined at him, you were sitting on the couch while he was on the floor in front of the fan.

“Make me” Jungkook said playfully, a grin etching his features.

“Oh so you wanna play?” You taunt cheekily, getting in your tickle fight position.

Sure, it's hot but it is never too hot for a tickle fight.

“No?” He asked but it's too late you lodged forward and started tickling him, the room soon filled with Jungkook’s giggles and half-hearted pleas for you to stop.

Once you felt like he had enough you began to stand up, a big smile evident on your face. You helped a still giggling Jungkook up and the both of you made a beeline to the kitchen to get a drink.

You both just stood there gazing at each other, a stupid smile plastered on your faces, obviously still haven’t come down from the high from your little game awhile ago.

“Want to get some ice cream?” you suggested and you watched as his eyes and smile grew wide before nodding enthusiastically, cute.

"How about cake?" He asked cutely

You gave him a confused look, who eats cake to cool themselves down?

“Ice cream cake then?” He asked voice glazed with hope, that sounded not as bad so you agreed and you swore you saw his eyes twinkle.

On your way to the ice cream parlor, Jungkook keeps asking a lot of weird but funny questions, something he does when he’s really excited.

“Babe, who do you love most? Ice cream? Cake? or me?” what the..

Sometimes you question what really goes on in that pretty little head of his.

You laughed which made him pout.

“C’mon, answer me” He said tugging at your hand.

“Oh look, we’re here” you announced as you both set foot at the front of the ice cream parlor. You held Jungkook’s hand as you both went inside and immediately you were welcomed by the sweet aroma of milky goodness and the cold air of the store’s A/C.

You looked at Jungkook, who is now looking like a kid in a candy store.

“What should we get?” you asked catching his attention there were so many flavors to choose from and it’s honestly making your mouth water.

He gave you a toothy grin and and pulled you at the far end see through refrigerator. Of Course, Cookies and cream Ice Cream cake.

After placing your order, you both looked for a place to sit which happens to be the very back booth, it wasn’t your and Jungkook’s usual spot but it has good ventilation so it's still nice.

“So ice cream, cake or me huh?” You teased which made him blush.

It was a serious question but hearing you say it made his cheeks heat up suddenly he felt like he was back at your apartment again, flushed hot.

“Shut up” He mumbled shying away from your gaze but his smile didn’t falter.

“Kiss me” You said boldly it was not too loud for everybody to hear but it was loud enough for him to hear.

“What?” He asked while looking at you as if you’ve gone crazy. You weren’t a fan of PDA so hearing you say this was a little surprising.

“Kiss me” You repeated and he didn’t need to be told thrice, he leaned in and gave you a small peck on the lips before leaning back into his seat.

“Out of all the sweet things that I’ve tasted before, your kiss is still the sweetest of them all” you explained beaming at him.

~end

#baby boy jungoo #its 4am i need sleep #bts #bangtan #bts scenarios #bts jungkook #jungkook scenarios #bangtan scenarios #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts fluff #bts angst #bangtan boys #bts imagines #bts reactions #kookie

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odderancyart · 6 years

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Market Day

Vampire AU

This is on AO3 now!

Warnings: Getting lost, children in danger

Laughter spread across the square outside of the tall white village church, and the scent of sugar and grilled meat spread over the crowd gathered every time the breeze swept by. Blue grinned as he regarded the little market they’d put up, with stands selling food and items, and games played by both adults and children, before turning to his playmate. Sans grinned at him as he ate the last of the candy apple he’d bought before throwing the stick to the ground, licking his teeth.

In difference to Blue, and all the other villagers, in his black, sturdy trousers and knitted sweater, Sans wore a small suit, complete with both coat and cravat, though it was untied. Which Lord Edge wouldn’t be happy if he found out, Blue’s mind supplied, and he chuckled. Lucky for them then that Sans’ guardians didn’t leave their castle during the day.

Normally, neither did Sans, but today was market day and he simply couldn’t miss it. Blue’s mother, who had been Sans’ wet nurse when they both were babies, had promised their landowners to look after their charge. And there she was, a bit into the crowd, searching for them. A giggle escaped him as he grabbed Sans’ hand, pulling him in behind one of the stands. Mr Martin, the butcher, raised an eyebrow, smiling faintly, but didn’t say anything as Blue shushed him.

“Let’s lose ma,” Blue whispered, and as Sans nodded, he stood on his tiptoes, and gestured for the other to follow. Chuckling, Sans mimicked him as he led the way behind the stands, keeping well out of sight for the crowd. Yeah, they’d worry his mother, which was sad. But they were ten years old, they couldn’t constantly have his mother hanging over their shoulders.

For a moment, he considered where to go, but before he could, Sans pulled him to a stop and pointed at the forest. “What if we hide in there until she’s gone?”

“Genius.”

“Good. Then we don’t have to run around so much.”

Blue rolled his eyes as they entered the forest, waving goodbye to the vendors outside. Especially Ms Cornwell, the baker, who eyed them nervously. Or rather, eyed Sans nervously. “Seriously, Sans, can’t you stop looking like you for two moments, so everyone isn’t worrying Lord Edge and Lord Red will eat us if you get as much as a scratch?”

Goodness, if one of the adults had heard him say that, he would’ve had to clean up after the chickens for a month. It was stupid. He’d known the lords of Dorenne since he was a baby and they’d never hurt him. Not even attempted to drink his blood. Why would they? It wasn’t like they didn’t have enough willing thralls.

A shiver went up Blue’s spine as he thought of the empty-eyed mortals he’d sometimes see in the castle, eyeing the vampires with worshipful devotion. Not even the priest looked like that reverent when speaking about God. Usually they were kept hidden away, though. Lord Edge said he didn’t want them around Blue, which he was silently grateful for. He still had nightmares about the village beggar who’d suddenly disappeared, but he’d recognized among the thralls one day.

“Nah,” Sans replied, jumping over a fallen log. “Then they wouldn’t give me free food. Dunno why they do that, we’re rich.” He stuck his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out a handful of caramels. “Want any?”

Kicking away pine cone as hard as he could, and watching it bounce against one of the trees, Blue nodded eagerly and plopped an orange one into his mouth. As he rolled it over his tongue, the taste of oranges spread in his mouth. He’d had oranges thrice before: twice in the castle, and once he’d gotten one in Christmas gift. It was a shame they were so difficult to come by, it was his favourite fruit. “Thanks! And it’s because they want to keep your guardians pleased!”

Sans hummed, sticking a pink caramel into his own mouth. “That’s dumb, Red and Edge probably would be offended if they knew I’m getting free stuff. They’d want me to be too. Y’all need to learn some manners if you want to impress them.”

Frowning, Blue looked at him, taking a step forward. A twig snapped beneath his shoe, making him freeze. He forgot what he had been about to say as he turned around, seeing only trees everywhere. Firs and pines and stones. Green, green, brown, green. The colours seemed to swirl before his eyes. “Sans,” he said, voice thin. “I’ve never been this deep into the forest by myself before. Do you know where we are?”

The other froze, twisting around to look first to the sides and then up. Above, they could only see the tree crowns. It was so thick they couldn’t see the sun, had no way of knowing which ways were north and south. He visibly swallowed. “No. This is not the castle grounds.”

“Are we lost?” His voice wavered, and he stuck his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers to hide their trembling.

Sans nodded slowly, his eyelights flickering. A snap came from a bit away, and he twisted around. “I think so. But. No worries.” His grin was strained as he turned back to Blue. “Red and Edge will realize I’m not back when they wake up. They’ll- they’ll find us, if no one does before. Vampires have noses like blood-hounds.”

“But it’s only noon,” Blue whispered, stepping closer to his friend, taking a small comfort in being close as their arms pressed together. “Sunset isn’t in hours.”

“Should we try to go back, then?”

Blue shook his head, grabbing Sans’ hand for closeness. It felt just a little bit less scary then, and Sans squeezed back. A bird cawed in the distance. “I don’t know which way we came from. Dad always says I should stay where I am if I get lost, too.”

“Well, I guess we’re staying here then,” Sans said, attempting to keep his grin up. It wavered. “I’m sure they’ll find us in no time.”

“Yeah…” he trailed off, pulling down Sans on a tree stump to sit. Forcing a smile onto his face, he held out his hand. “You’ve got more of those candies?”

...

Night was falling. Blue shivered, and he could feel Sans do the same, even though they were sharing his coat. Honestly, Sans probably froze more than he did: his sweater was warmer than Sans’ fancy shirts. He’d remember that the next time they went on an adventure. If they ever were found, a tiny voice inside his mind whispered. It had been hours. Everyone must’ve noticed they were gone now, shouldn’t they be searching?

They still couldn’t see the sky, but the forest was dark and the shadows enormous. An owl hooted in the distance. The deer skull lying a bit away seemed to stare at them as shadows rose behind, and Blue quickly averted his eyes, resisting the urge to cry. He wanted to go home. Home to his mum and dad and the cottage and warm hearth and his bed. And food. His stomach grumbled at the thought of food. Sans’ caramels hadn’t lasted long, and he was starving.

Sans’ arms were embracing him, and the other was hiding his face against his collarbone. He was even more unused to be around by himself than Blue was, since his guardians were both very protective. Darkness continued to lower itself over the forest, and soon, Blue couldn’t even see more than a few meters.

A lump was stuck in his throat, and his mouth was dry. A twig snapped somewhere out in the forest, and he whimpered, curling up tighter on the stump. Probably just another deer, he told himself. There were no wolves here anymore, not since he was little. They were chased away after eating cattle.

A bush rustled, and they both held their breaths. Then, suddenly, footsteps. Blue relaxed, preparing to throw off Sans’ coat, as he yelled, “We’re here! I and Sans are here!”

No response, but the footsteps became louder. They twisted around to face the way of them, to see who their saviour was, as a chuckle penetrated the night. Blue’s soul skipped a beat. That didn’t sound like any of the villagers, or the lords. “Who’s- who’s there?” he squeaked.

“Aw, are you lost?” a smooth voice asked, and a shape stepped out from the shadows. Their eyes glowed red in the dark, and as Blue squinted, he saw they were dressed in clothes similar to him, but their teeth-

“Vampire,” Sans breathed, his breath audibly catching. “But not from the castle. Who- who are you? I de- demand to know.” His voice shook, even as he tried to speak up.

The vampire grinned widely, stepping closer. They slowly inhaled. They whimpered as they closed in on them. For a moment, Blue wanted to run, but there was no use. They’d never run away from a vampire. “Smells delicious,” they said without taking notice of their questions. “I’m parched.”

“It’s a rogue.” Sans sounded terrified as his eyes flickered between the vampire and Blue.

After spending so much time in the castle, even Blue knew what that meant. A hunter. A vampire living outside of civilized vampiric society, hunting prey instead of having thralls or buying blood. Hunting mortals. People like them. “Lord- Lord Edge won’t be happy if you hurt us,” he squeaked. “He’s Sans’ guardian.”

Their grin widened. “Ah, that’s that smell. You’re the Gasters’ mortal kid, are you. Such weaklings, unable to kill a mortal baby even after all their years. They’re going to watch you grow old, little one, waste away in a time that is a mere moment in their immortal existence. I might as well spare them the suffering.”

They scrambled backwards as the rogue closed in on them, yelping as they fell off the stump. Pain flashed through his tailbone as he landed on one of its roots, and the rogue chuckled darkly as they began to lean over the stump.

“Step away from the children,” a growl came from behind the rogue, “or you’ll regret it.”

The rogue swore loudly as they threw themselves backwards, twisting around and hissing toward the trees, where two very familiar vampires stepped out. Even in their suits, Lord Edge and Lord Red looked vicious, their teeth bared into snarls and their eyes blood-red. The rogue’s gaze flickered over to the kids, and their tongue flicked over their mouth before they twisted around and bolted.

The sound of their footsteps disappearing into the forest, through bushes and over twigs, was much quieter than it should’ve been. Lord Red cursed loudly and set off after them, also he almost soundlessly. For a moment, Blue thought Lord Edge was going to go as well, but then Sans let out a quiet sob, and that was enough for tears to start sliding down Blue’s cheeks as well as the adrenaline wore off. His body shook with sobs as he cried, burying his face in his trousers, and Lord Edge let out a soft sigh before stepping over to them and kneeling.

“Shh,” he said gently, reaching out to pull them both into his embrace. Blue froze for a single second, never having been this close to him before, before doing like Sans and clinging onto him, grasping desperately at his shirt as he trembled. He didn’t even care that he was destroying the expensive shirt the other was wearing. Warmth rushed into his body as Lord Edge hummed, stroking their backs. “You’re safe now, we’re here. No one is going to hurt either of you.”

Eventually, they calmed down, and Blue managed to breathe normally again. Blushing, he freed himself from Lord Edge’s embrace, his soul fluttering nervously in his chest as he regarded the wet spots where he’d been crying at the other. “I- I’m so-”

He didn’t have time to finish his apology before Lord Edge shook his head. His smile was kind. “We’ll let it slide today, Blue. Are you two okay? Are you hurt? I smell no blood.”

“We’re alright, Edge,” Sans muttered, his cheeks tear-stained. He was trembling, and as Blue saw that, he realized he was too. His eyelids felt heavy. It must be long after bedtime.

Lord Edge simply nodded, exhaling heavily. Sans stayed curled up in his lap, and soon nodded asleep, quiet snores echoing through the forest, but Blue couldn’t do the same. Not even when Lord Edge offered a seat in his lap. He may not fear their vampiric lords, but his ma had still taught him about propriety, and this wasn’t it. And Lord Edge wasn’t his parents. He wanted them. He could feel his body screaming for his parents to hug him.

After what felt like an eternity, Lord Red returned from the forest. His eyes were still blazing, fury burning in them, though they softened as they caught sight of Sans sleeping in his brother’s lap. “He got away, damn it. Didn’t he look familiar?”

Nodding, Lord Edge glanced at Blue, who stared at them between half-lidded eyes. A huge yawn escaped him as they dropped once more. He wanted to sleep. “Oh,” Lord Red said. “Well, we better get the kiddo home. His parents are worried senseless.”

Blue didn’t even have the energy to protest as Lord Red picked him up, holding him like a baby, like he didn’t weigh anything at all. Certainly not like he was ten, almost a grown-up. But despite technically being dead, Lord Red was so warm, and soft, and Blue couldn’t help but snuggle into him. A chuckle came from above as he slid into the Dreamscape.

The next thing he was aware of was his parents hushed voices, and of changing which pairs of arms he was in. He let out a breath of relief as he could finally hide his face in the familiar-scented shirt of his father: it smelled of smoke and embers, like the forge. A hand stroked his head. Home.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #ut sans #us sans #uf papyrus #uf sans #vampire au #historical au #my writing #children in danger #getting lost

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Yoongi Scenario: I Get To Love You.

Request: Hi! can I have a fluff/romantic scenairo of yoongi in the morning after your wedding night? like it wasn't your first time with him but just his thoughts about it, how he feels after being married and such, him spoling you, kissing down your chest and belly, soft lazy caresses,make all the romantic things you want, we need more of this side of him!

Genre: Fluff / Romance.

Yoongi stirred a little as he felt the sleepiness still heavy on him, but then when he was just a tiny bit more awake he went completely still, because by his side was the love of his life sleeping and as a couple who held sleep in a high place he didn’t want to wake you up just yet. Yoongi turned a little so he could see you better, you were turned to him, your hair was disheveled but still fell beautifully down your ear to your back, your lips were of a deeper color than normal, reminding him how much he had kissed them through the night, how he wanted to kiss them at the moment; one of your hands near your face, the other rested on the mattress very close to him like in your sleep you were looking for him. Yoongi frowned, you were way too far from him, he didn’t know at which point in the night you had moved to not be completely together but right now that wouldn’t do for him. He wanted to feel you close, to feel you his in his arms, as it was going to be from now onwards.

Yoongi took advantage of your sleeping state to smile giddily although he had been smiling like that throughout the whole wedding, after you said yes that is, before that he was nervous as hell, but after that he felt the luckiest man alive, he had married you, the only person he could imagine spending a lifetime with, it was incredible when he thought about it like that, out of all the people in the world he had chosen you and he truly felt like it couldn’t had been any other way. Carefully he moved towards you, trying to wrap his arms around you smoothly to not wake you up, he enjoyed you like that as well, but then he enjoyed you in every situation, your funny spontaneous self, the moments were you were silent and immerse in a book or work, the reactions you made to the things he did, those were priceless and Yoongi knew he couldn’t live without them, when you were angry, even when it was at him for messing up, it took him over the edge sometimes but it showed the passion between you, he wouldn’t change a thing about you

He kissed the top of your head and then very softly he leaned in to peck the tip of your nose, he wanted to hug you tighter and have you entirely between his arms but you’d surely wake, so he stayed like that, closing his own eyes waiting because he couldn’t sleep anymore, the excitement of the moment had him lightheaded with happiness, and his mind could kept quiet with all the thinking. He had lost sleep a lot of times because of you, but out all those times this was his favorite one. Your lashes started fluttering without Yoongi noticing and then you opened your eyes, when you realized the first thing you saw was him you smiled, your arms hugged him tight to your body surprising him a little. You buried your head on his neck and then propped your face up to give him a lazy smile.

-My husband- you said dreamily making Yoongi’s smile widen with his own gleeful excitement to then kiss you.

-Good morning- he said as his lips stayed just a few centimeters away from yours so you could kiss while you spoke your greetings, the first ones as a married couple. -My wife- he said with a incredulous yet romantic sigh that got you giggling and kissing him, your lips moving with his in a well known dance, Yoongi’s arm slipped right beneath your middle and pulled you to him, the naked skin of your chests meeting, your legs tangling with the sheets. You hummed with all the contact, not imagining a better way to start your day.

-My wife who sleeps naked, what a naughty wife- he laughed nipping at your bottom lip and your chin.

You laughed and bit his bottom lip in return. -That was your fault last night, who tore that cute baby doll at the last minute?-

Yoongi laughed being pointed out like that. -My bad-

-Besides…you are naked too Mr Min-

-Mrs Min- he snapped back and you both laughed and joined your lips with more enthusiasm.

The little conversation made you remember of last night, how perfect it had been, you had never felt such high during sex, or love making, that was in a whole new level at least for you, it had been romantic and a little wild, Yoongi’s caresses had been loving, just like the ones he was giving you at the moment, your bodies together had been pure glee, one that you couldn’t wait to experience once more.

-I love you- you said feeling it.

-I love you too- he responded to then lick your lips right at the center and not able to resist your kissed him again.

Yoongi moved a little so he could have more mobility, the kiss slowed down notably as you hummed to each other in pleasure, this was heaven. Out of breath you pulled a part for a moment, taking in the other, this moment and realizing what it meant. Yoongi couldn’t stop thinking about it, how important it was for both of you, maybe because there was a time he didn’t even imagine himself getting married, but then somehow everything changed, you had changed him.

-Y/N, Min Y/N- he said with a bit of a breathy voice, he was caressing your side slowly, starting from your shoulder going all the way down, you felt goosebumps when his fingers grazed your waist and then he went on to your hips were he stayed a little bit to then follow the same path up. -We can’t be away of each other-

-Why would I do such thing?- you answered leaning in for a quick kiss.

-I mean it, I… I’m not talking about right now specifically, although I’d hate any of us leaving this bed, I’m talking about… life, I, I want to be always with you, and with that I don’t mean I’ll follow you around since I can’t, but, let us never drift apart, I’ll be with you no matter what, I… god, I don’t even know what I’m saying, I just love you so much sometimes I think I’ll go crazy-

You extended a hand to caress him too, but instead of his body yours went to his face, you went from his neck up to his jaw and cheek, you smiled at him and went up tangling your fingers on his hair for a tiny moment. -I love you Min Yoongi, you don’t have to explain it-

-Of course I do- he smiled in a appreciation of your patience with him. -I want to be the one next to you, always….- he moved closer until your nose were bumping and your lips brushed against each other when you moved them even if just a little. -Without Y/N, I’d be lost-

-Yoongi, babe, my love- you kissed him thrice as you said those words. -Why would I do such thing? I’d be lost without you too-

This time the kiss was more passionate, your tongues massaging each other making you moan at how delicious it felt, it picked up the pace as the seconds or minutes, you couldn’t be too sure. You were so happy, so grateful, so in love with him. You had prayed for him, for a man like him to come to your life, sweet and caring and yet tough when needed, protective but not smothering, crazily in love with you. You couldn’t believe it sometimes.

Yoongi turned you so you were laying on your back and he was now on top of you, and at that moment both of you gasped, not only because the kiss had taken your breath away, but you were marveled at each other, it was a new feeling, like the love you had felt for him just yesterday had multiplied, like everything had fallen into place.

You smiled and he returned it and you laughed, suddenly nervous of his gaze, you knew that no matter the time, Yoongi would always make you feel a bit nervous, and honestly you loved that little leap your heart made just for him.

-What?- he asked with still that smile on.

You shook your head. -Nothing, I… I love you-

Yoongi answered with a kiss. -Good to know- he kissed your chin and then your neck where he stayed a little while just because he knew how much you loved it.

-Hey!- you nagged and he laughed, looking at you playfully as he went down to your collarbones, sucking a little bit there before his face was just in the middle of your chest.

-I love you- he said and you nodded in approval, Yoongi laughed at your cuteness and kept on kissing you, enjoying your body and making you feel in paradise with his touch. -I love it here too-

You couldn’t help your laugh. -I know-

He kissed you all over, marveling at your body, he was being playful but at the same time he was very concentrated, not letting you move too much, like he was making his own little ritual and couldn’t be interrupted, you wouldn’t be the one stopping him.

Yoongi went on lower, making you giggle when he was around your belly, making all your body tremble when he went even lower, it was unbelievable what his touch could cause on you, both of your took your time, as this was another first time, exploring and loving each other, you came undone on his arms, both because of the pleasure and because of how meaningful this time had been for both of you, you could feel it, you could see it in his eyes. Yoongi was staring at you in such way it mad you want to smile, to hug him and kiss him, to cry. Your husband truly loved you.

You stayed still in each other’s arms, the room service knocked at the door surely bringing breakfast, but neither of you moved, not even attempted to stand to open the door and shortly it stopped.

You stared at each other and although you were a bit out of breath the caresses didn’t stop, his hands moved around you now randomly, around waist and hips sometimes but then he took them to your neck, your chest, your face.

-I’ve never felt so loved- you blurted out suddenly, feeling just a tiny bit cheesy, but not regretting it, it was what you felt and you had to let him know.

Yoongi took one of your hands and brought it to his lips to kiss the back of it. -I’ll… I’ll love you like this always then-

You gasped and kissed him, he said he didn’t, but Yoongi had always had a way with words.

You giggled a little and sighed dreamily. -What were those words we said yesterday?-

Yoongi laughed. -Let’s see, we said a lot yesterday-

You laughed as well. -Yeah, for example, your nervous words to my dad-

He shook his head. -I was a mess of nerves-

-I know- you pecked him again but he held your face in place to kiss you a little longer.

-But… you want to know what were my favorites?- he nodded moving and pulling you closer until your were practically on top of him. -I do- you confessed feeling yourself blush. -I think I’ll say it forever, I do-

-I do- Yoongi corresponded, seriously, meaning it. This was your love, sometimes playful, other times slow, another times burning passionately, for you two it was forever I do, it was forever yours.

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