#i am so sorry j realised i just repeated myself in the tags and the desc i am up past my bed time ok </3

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arti design :) still playing thru her campaign (in metropolis, in the or almost at the house of braids or whatever i think ) she is the only one i haven’t beaten cuz the scavs are beating my ass but it’s ok we soldier on

i do love arti… god forbid women have hobbies

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What Do You Think?

Part 4 of the Boys with Luv series

Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Yoongi x Jimin

Summary: Yoongi goes to the fansign without Y/N as she feels that she is going to be shunned and hated by the rest of the members. There, he realises that they aren’t all angry with him.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, Yoongi being a slight dick to Tae

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Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Taehyung POV:

It was hard to describe what I felt when I was that girl with my boyfriend. My Yoongi. He had his arm wrapped tightly around her way. He called her baby. That was my nickname. I was always his Taebaby. Kookie was his prince, and Jiminie was his pretty boy. 

Yes, I was jealous. Yes, I was angry. I had hoped that none of us would find our soulmates because I didn’t want our dynamic to change. We were fine just the seven of us. We didn’t need anyone else in the equation.

I glared at the pair of them as they checked out. I wasn’t really in the mood to buy new lingerie anymore. The girl turned to look at me, Joonie, and Hobi, and me and her made eye contact. Suddenly, colours flooded into my vision. I stumbled backwards, my back colliding with Hoseok’s chest. He and Namjoon both looked equally surprised.

“Taebaby, you okay?” Namjoon asked, wrapping his arm around my waist to keep me steady. No, this was not okay. I was not okay. This wasn’t possible.

“It doesn’t make sense.” I mumbled. “It’s not possible.” I shook my head. “No, no, it’s not possible.” I repeated. “What just happened? Why can I see colour?”

“I can see it too.” Hoseok admitted quietly.

“And me.” Namjoon agreed. He looked confused. I glanced up at him, silently asking what we should do. He knew my facial expressions. When I got nervous, I sometimes wouldn’t talk so Namjoon had learnt to read my face to know how I was feeling. “I don’t know what we should do, Taebaby.” He looked over to where Yoongi and the girl had been stood, but they were gone now. “We’ll talk to him tomorrow at the fanmeet.”

“Is it possible, hyungie?” I asked, looking at Namjoon.

“I don’t know. It is, but I don’t know why.” Namjoon replied. “Do you want to buy anything or go home?” He asked, looking at me and stroking my hair out of my face.

“I don’t know.” I said looking around. All the lace and silk was tempting me. “I’m not really feeling it at the moment.” 

“Okay, baby, we can go home and cuddle?” Hoseok suggested. I nodded.

“That would be nice, please, hyung.” I said, allowing Hoseok to pull me into a hug and the both of them to lead me out of the store and back to the dorm.

Y/N POV:

I twisted my fingers around nervously. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with the plan anymore. They hated me. It was clear to see. Taehyung was glaring at me. I was sat in the living room, letting all the thoughts cloud my head. Taehyung was never going to like me.

“Baby, dinner’s ready, are you okay?” Yoongi raced to kneel in front of me. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“They hate me!” I said, letting the tears roll down my face. “It’s not going to work!” I sobbed. “Taehyung was glaring at me, and Namjoon looked so disappointed and disgusted!”

“They what?” Yoongi looked pissed. “Okay, baby, look at me.” He took hold of my hands. “They don’t hate you. They are angry because of what happened.”

“But that’s not my fault!”

“I know, jagiya, I know.” Yoongi kissed away my tears. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to come to the fanmeet tomorrow, okay?” He said. “Not if it’s going to upset you so much.”

“I’m sorry.” I apologised. I didn’t want him to be disappointed with me.

“Don’t you dare apologise.” Yoongi said. “Don’t worry, okay, let’s eat and then we’ll cuddle and watch a movie.” He said, taking hold of my hand and pulling me up with him.

Yoongi POV:

My alarm went off early the morning of the fanmeet. I groaned and sat up, turning it off not wanting to wake up Y/N. I leaned down and pecked her on the lips before leaving her a note and getting dressed. I was out of the door within ten minutes, knowing I would have be at the dorm before the van came to pick us up. 

I made it to the dorm ten minutes later, the cold air biting at my exposed skin on my face above my mask, and my uncovered hands. I shivered, pulling at my beanie as I realised that the van was already waiting outside. I walked over to it and got on. There was no one there yet so I decided to sit right at the back, making sure to put my bag on the empty chair next to me. 

The six of them appeared at the same time. Instantly, the van was filled with awkward tension as none of us knew exactly what to say to each other. I was angry at them, and they were angry at me. My phone buzzed with a message from my princess. I smiled as I read it.

Jagi ❤️️: I love you too, oppa! Don’t get too angry at them today, remember ARMY is always your top priority. Send me a pic of your outfit please! Have fun and don’t be too grumpy!

I chuckled at her message, quickly typing one back. I missed her already.

My lil meow meow ❤️️ 🐱: I’ll try not to be too grumpy, princess, but I’m annoyed at them for how they treated you yesterday. There’s some leftover noodles in the fridge if you want those, or you can order something if you want. There’s money in the drawer by the front door. Be safe!

She sent me back a red heart along with a screenshot of her breakfast order, saying that she was having both. I looked up from my phone, seeing that Jimin had turned around in his seat and was staring at me carefully. It was hard to tell what he was feeling - he was always good at hiding his emotions if he wanted to. We made eye contact and he shot around in his seat, leaning his head on Hoseok’s shoulder, earning a forehead kiss. I felt a pang of sadness shoot through me. Usually Taehyung would be sat next to me, curled up into my side, scrolling through social media and giggling when he found something funny. Now he was sat next to Namjoon, not even bothering to look at me.

My phone buzzed with another message. It was a picture from Y/N showing her breakfast. She had also taken a selfie with the leftover noodles, saying they were the best thing ever. The van stopped, signalling we were here. The others got off first and then I followed, wanting our interaction to be as little as possible.

Hair and makeup sped past and I found myself dressed and ready, waiting to be called out. I was first done, and then it would normally be Taehyung. I sat on my phone after sending Y/N a pre-fansign selfie. The door opened. I looked up and saw Taehyung. I looked back down at my phone, knowing that if I talked to him now, I would explode with anger. 

“Hyung?” Taehyung sat down on the couch beside me, leaving some space to be respectable. “I need to talk to you about something.” He said. 

“About what, Taehyung?” I asked, not even looking at him. He needed to know how annoyed I was. He needed to know what he had done wrong.

“It’s about your soulmate.” He said, making me scoff. Y/N was the one thing I didn’t want to talk to him about. 

“What do you want to tell me this time, Taehyung? That she’s a gold digger? That she’s just using me for money? All of that is a lie, Taehyung! And I am sure of that, okay?” I said, my voice harsh. He flinched at the tone of my voice.

“I wasn’t going to say that, honestly.” He said, his voice small.

“Until you apologise to me for what you said, I honestly don’t want to hear it.” I said, pocketing my phone and standing up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and calm down.” I walked out of the room.

I knew I was harsh with him. I waited until the door was properly shut behind me before I slid down the wall, burying my face in my hands. I loved Taehyung with all of my heart, but what he said was wrong. He had to know that Y/N was going to be a part of my life now, whether he liked it or not. 

“Hyungie?” I looked up, seeing my precious little Jimin. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Jimin.” I said, sighing slightly as I sat up, leaning the back of my head against the wall. 

“No, you’re not.” He said, sitting down next to me. “What’s wrong?” He reached over and took hold of my hand, his small fingers wrapping around mine.

“None of this is my fault, Minnie.” I said huskily, knowing that I was on the verge of crying. “I can’t chose when I meet my soulmate or who they are. And nobody understands that!”

“I understand that. I know it’s not your fault.” Jimin said, looking at me, his eyes full of sympathy. “I wanted so badly to come over to your apartment and see you. I really want to meet her. I think we all need to get used to her being around and possibly being a part of our relationship otherwise our dynamic is going to be off.”

When he said this, my heart skipped a beat. At least one of them cared about me still. “Why didn’t you come over?” I asked softly.

“Joonie wouldn’t let me.” Jimin said. “He said we needed to give you time and space, but I knew that was something you didn’t need. I wanted to speak up so badly when he told you to leave but I knew my opinion wouldn’t matter to him.” His eyes searched my face. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey you do not have to apologise. You have done nothing wrong.” I said, stroking his hand. “You tried your best, Chim, and that’s all I’ll ever ask.” He smiled slightly at that. “Tell you what, after the fansign, how about you come home with me and you can meet Y/N.” I suggested.

“Is that her name? It’s beautiful.” He said.

“You’re beautiful, pretty boy.” I said, making him blush. I stood up, pulling him up with me. “I missed you so much.” I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“I missed you too, hyungie.” He said, kissing me gently on the lips. I groaned slightly, feeling myself go hard.

“Do we have time for a quickie?” I asked, checking the time, seeing that we still had thirty minutes. “Okay, come on, quickly. I need those pretty lips around my cock.” I dragged him into an empty bathroom, pressing him against the door and attacking his neck with my lips, being careful not to leave any marks.

“Yoonie.” He whined, pressing his hips against mine. He was hard against my thigh. 

“Okay, baby, take off your clothes and put them neatly on the counter. I don’t want the stylist noonas to kill us.” I ordered as I undressed myself, folding up my clothes neatly.

“Hyungie please.” Jimin begged, palming himself through his boxers. He looked desperate, his full lips shiny red. His tongue swiped across them as he let out a breathy moan.

“Shh baby.” I said, pushing him down slightly so he would drop to his knees. “Now suck my cock like a good boy and I’ll eat you out after.” He nodded eagerly and pulled down my boxers, freeing my dick from its confines. It sprung up, the head a dark red colour. He stroked it a few times before taking the tip in his mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop. “Fuck Chimmie.” I groaned, having missed the feeling of his mouth. “You feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum so hard.”

He smiled around my cock and swallowed, deepthroating me. My hands itched to pull at his hair, but I knew it would ruin all the stylist noonas hard work, so I grabbed hold of the counter behind me. He hollowed out his cheeks and moved his head up and down before taking me out of his mouth and licking the prominent vein on the underside of my cock, staring up at me seductively.

“Are you gonna cum for me soon, hyungie?” He asked, taking me back into his mouth and sucking hard. I could feel the knot begin to form in the base of my stomach. His lips were stretched around me as he gagged slightly from the intrusion in his throat.

“Fuck!” I moaned when I felt my tip hit the back of his throat. “Yes baby, I’m gonna cum.” I said, tightening my grip on the counter so my knuckles were white. “Stay still and open your mouth.” I thrusted into his mouth, his hands coming up to rub my hips. His 13 tattoo showed through the bracelets he was wearing on his wrist. “Fuck baby, such a pretty mouth.” He smiled up at me around my cock, swallowing as I entered his throat.

When he did that, the knot in my stomach became impossibly tight. “Baby, I’m going to cum!” I groaned, thrusting a few more times before the knot snapped. “Good boy, take it all.” I crooned as he closed his mouth around me to keep all my cum in his mouth. I pulled out of his mouth. “Swallow.” I ordered. He opened his mouth wide to show me that he had swallowed it. “Such a little slut.”

“I’m hyungie’s slut.” Jimin purred as he pulled down his boxers. I pulled him close to me, thumb brushing over his nevermind tattoo on his chest.

“Want me to eat you out, or finger you kitten?” I asked. He hummed in thought.

“Both please, hyungie.” He requested, bending over so his upper body was resting on the counter.

“You are such a little slut for me, kitten.” I said, running my hands over the globes of his ass. I pulled them apart slightly to expose his hole. I bent down and moved my tongue over it, making him shiver and moan out softly. ched round and pushed my fingers into his mouth. “Suck.” I said. He got to work, swirling his tongue around each individual digit, coating them in saliva. After a few minutes I pulled them out of his mouth before pushing two into him, making him cry out. I use my tongue as well, making the wet muscle lick over and around his hole.

He moaned out as he panted slightly, his legs shaking. “Already close, baby?” I asked, knowing the tell tale signs of him about to cum.

“Yes, hyungie. Ahhhh.” Jimin moaned as I added another finger, moving down to lick at his perineum. “Hyungie yes, right there.” He cried out as I pushed against his prostate. “Can I cum, please, can I cum.” He begged.

“Go ahead baby.” I said, allowing him to splatter his cum on the counter in front of him. “Such a messy boy.” I chuckled, making him whine in embarrassment. 

“Thank you hyungie.” He said, catching his breath. I grabbed some tissue and wiped him down. 

“I love you, Yoongi.” Jimin said, pecking my lips.

“I love you too, pretty boy.” I replied. “Come on, get dressed, they’re going to be looking for us soon.” He nodded and quickly got dressed, putting on some leather pants that clung tightly to his ass and thighs. “I think you just gave me another boner, pretty boy.”

“Oh really?” He smirked, turning around, his chest bare.

“Put your shirt on.” I laughed, making him giggle. It’s strange that you never realise how much you miss someone until you see them again.

Throughout the entire fansign, Jimin stuck by my side, sometimes holding my hand underneath the table or I would have my hand on his thigh. We took selfies together and made each other laugh. It made me realise just how much I missed being around them and also how different things were going to be now, and just how ready I was for it. 

The other members noticed this, and some had small smiles. But Taehyung and Namjoon still looked unsure. It was as if they didn’t trust me anymore, which is something I didn’t want.

Before long, the fansign was over and we were piling back into the minivan to take us back to the dorm. Jimin was tucked up next to me, his legs pulled up and curled to his side. He was scrolling through his weverse, replying to some comments from ARMY. He soon came across the selfie that I posted of me and Y/N, making him smile.

“She’s really pretty.” He said softly as the van pulled off and started driving. 

“She is, but she’s had a really horrible life.” I said, making him nod in understanding. “So just be careful with what you say about here. And don’t, whatever you do, bring up her ex.”

“Why?” Jimin asked, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Because he abused her a lot. She had run away, which is how I met her. She was going to sleep in the park.” I explained. “He just wasn’t a very nice person, and she was terrified of him. But that’s okay because she has us to protect her.”

“Is she an ARMY?” Jimin asked.

“Yes, she is.” I replied. “She was dancing to ‘Spring Day’ when I found her. She’s a dancer too.”

“Really?” Jimin sounded excited. “That’s so cool. We can do dances together and stuff.” 

“Yes, we can.” I said with a smile, wrapping my arm around him and holding him close. My phone started to ring, making him jump. It was my baby.

“Hey, baby. You okay?” I asked as I answered.

“Yeah, I was just looking at photos from the fansign today. Have you and Jimin made up?” She asked, making me smile knowingly.

“Yes, we have. Is it alright if he comes over? He really wants to meet you.” I said, making her gasp.

“Really?” I knew how insecure she was about meeting them as she thought they all hated her. 

“Yes.” I nodded. Jimin tried to grab the phone from me. “He wants to talk to you.” I said, making her give an okay.

“Hi!” He said excitedly into the phone. I could hear the murmur of her voice as she spoke back to him. He chuckled. “Yeah, it was fun. I got a lot of things from ARMY.” He paused as she spoke. “Really?” He laughed. “Of course. Oh, please order some of that. I’ll tell Yoongi.” I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He mouthed “She’s ordering food for us.” I nodded. “We are almost at the dorm, so see you in about fifteen, twenty minutes. Of course, I can’t wait. See you soon!” He handed the phone back to me.

“Jagi?” I said, seeing if she was still there.

“Yes, oppa.” She replied.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “Feeling any better?”

“Yes, actually. I’m really excited to properly meet Jimin. It sounds like he is really all for me being added to the relationship.” She said, sounding happy. “I’ll see you soon. I’ve ordered pizza for us and we can have a movie night.”

“Sounds good princess. I’ll see you in a bit.” I hung up the phone and turned to Jimin. “Excited to meet your new girlfriend?” I asked, making him nod, a big smile on his face.

“I can’t wait to give her cuddles and lots of kisses.” He said, settling back against my shoulder. “We’re going to watch a movie together tonight. Can I stay over, we have a day off tomorrow?” He looked at me giving me puppy eyes. “Please hyungie?”

“How can I ever say no to this face?” I asked, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together, making him giggle. I pushed his blond hair out of his face as the van pulled up outside of the dorm. “Do you need to grab anything?” I asked.

“Nope. I’ll just steal your clothes.” He said with a small smile. “Come on, come on, come on! Let’s go!” He took hold of my hand and pulled me off the minivan and started dragging me towards my apartment.

“Jiminie, where are you going?” Namjoon shouted after us.

“I’m going to stay at Yoongi hyung’s tonight.” Jimin replied. “If you have a problem with it, I really don’t care.” He turned to me, dragging me again. It was quite sweet seeing him so determined to meet my soulmate. He really did care. Especially since he sassed Joon like that. “Come on, let’s go! The pizza is probably already there!”

“Okay, Jimin, we’re going!” I said with a laugh, allowing him to lead me to my apartment. 

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Girl Like You [Dean x reader]

warning: angst, fluff

a/n: I was listening to "Girls like you" by Maroon 5 and felt like writing a good angsty/fluffy smol oneshot. Well, it's not very good but, here I wrote it so here it is xD

“Get a hold of yourself, Dean,” you murmured, turning away from him and folding your clothes. However, you barely paid attention to what you were doing.

Dean stumbled behind you a little. He was slightly drunk. Alcohol rarely affected him and it was the same case now except a bit of his speech slurred.

“I am fine, babe,” he muttered gruffly, taking off his boots and shirt.

Your head spun. How had your life become such a mess? You turned around to look at Dean.

His bare chest was covered in scars that were barely healing. You saw him flinch every time he moved, knowing that one of his ribs was injured. He refused to seek medical attention, how much ever you begged him to.

Dean’s hunting life had never bothered you. Until now. He came back home later than ever, bloody and battered. He seeked solace in you, you knew that but it hurt watching him like this. He was in pain, you could see that very well. And it hurt even more knowing that you couldn’t help him in anyway.

“Look at yourself, Dean,” you said, shoving the clothes aside and crossing your arms.

“What? I look amazing, right?” He joked but his eyes lacked mirth.

You scoffed at him. He had the audacity to mock you? You were fuming, to put it lightly. All this time, you let it slide. You waited patiently for him to realise what he was doing. But not anymore.

“You look barely alive, Dean!” you said, gesturing at his chest. Your chest felt tighter, as the anger bubbled in you. You wanted to scream at him, heck throw something but all that came out was a gutteral whimper.

Dean’s subdued green eyes bore into your own. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, silently. You wanted him to yell too but he was being quiet- too quiet and it frustrated the hell out of you.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?” You screamed, finally breaking. The bubbling anger burst out of your chest, cascading down your cheeks as furious tears. “HOW CAN YOU NOT CARE ABOUT YOURSELF, DEAN?” you yelled, pulling at hair. You were finding it difficult to speak, the words caught up in your throat. The fury you felt was suffocating you, like a hand clasping your throat.

“Jesus, Y/N. Would you calm down?” he said, his tone a little higher now. He moved closer to you and placed his hands gently on your arms.

You looked down, crying. It hurt so much to even see him like this. The man you were in love with and cared so much about, was a mere broken shell. And what was worse that he didn’t seem to care about it.

You shrugged his hands off and backed away. “If you can’t think about yourself.. Would you atleast think about me? About us?” You sobbed. You felt so small before him. He didn't scare you, no. You were only afraid of what he was becoming.

Dean looked up at you. His eyes were wide with shock. “What makes you think I don’t care Y/N?”

You brushed away a tear but another one took its place. “If you cared you wouldn’t be like this, Dean,” you whispered.

Dean looked aghast. He ran a hand over his face. “Everything that I’m doing..I’m doing it for us Y/N!” he said forcefully, like he didn’t quite understand what you were saying.

“Doing this for us? Us, Dean?! At what cost?” you yelled, turning away from him. You were trembling. How could he be so blind?

“You come home late, broken and bruised all over and act like it’s nothing! You think a bottle of whiskey can cure you. How can you care so little about yourself, Dean?” you questioned, your hands fisting on their own.

“How can you love me, when you can’t even love yourself?” you added, eyes shining with unshed tears.

Your words were bitter and accusatory.  Dean physically flinched at them. “You really think so?” he whispered. You felt his hand tug at the hem of your blouse and you turned around, in spite yourself, still weeping.

“I am so sorry I hurt you, baby,” he whispered, sounding a little broken and you couldn’t hold back anymore. You flung yourself at him and like always, in spite of everything, he was there- scarred chest or not- to hold you.

“But believe me when I say this, sweetheart,” he said, pulling you flush against him and hugging you tight. His voice cracked a little, becoming a mere rasp. You buried your face into his chest and hiccuped. “I love you. Whatever I do, I do it while keeping you in mind and maybe... I stopped looking after myself in my struggle to protect you.”

You looked up at him. There it was. What you wanted to hear him say, all this while. “I need you to stop doing that. Okay?” you said, placing your hands on either side of his neck. He immediately leaned in to your touch and closed his eyes. You could see that he was trying not to cry.

“I can't lose you Y/N,” he said, avoiding the question. “I love you too much and I need you. I need a girl like you, baby.”

“I'm not going anywhere, Dean. I just need you to take care of yourself better. To give a shit. Do it for me if you won't do it for you. Do it for Sam.”

Dean opened his eyes. A tiny speck of brightness had returned in those eyes. You, on the other hand, were still snivelling. Dean brushed the silent stream of tears from your cheeks.

“Please, stop crying. Shhhh,” he pleaded, hugging you and burying his face into your shoulder.

You tried to stifle your whimpering. You felt a lot less angrier now. All your anger, frustration had spilled out in the form of your tears. The long standing wall was broken.

“Tell me you'll try, Dean,” you said, looking at him with shining eyes.

He met your gaze and thought for a moment. There were times when he was an open book and there were other times where you couldn't ever guess what went on in that mind of his. This was one of those times.

“I will,” Dean said, placing his hands of your hips.

“I'm sorry I made you so upset,” he added.

“I'm not upset, Dean. I'm angry and I'm worried. For you. I love you so much it breaks me to see you like this. To watch you throw yourself away like you mean nothing. You might not mean much to yourself but you mean the world to me,” you said, breaking down again, the emotions overwhelming you.

“I am sorry,” he repeated, brushing his lips against your forehead. “I'll try to do better. Be better.”

“And I'll always be here to help you through it, baby,” you said, rubbing the length of his arm. “I can only help if you help yourself first.”

“God, what would I do without you?” He asked, pulling you into him again.

You resisted and pulled him into bed with you instead. You curled around his frame, spooning him.

He was bigger and larger than you were but in that moment, Dean Winchester felt small and fragile as he lay in your arms.

Come what may, you were going to be there for him. Protect him and care for him and let him know he was loved.

You couldn't leave him. He needed you as much as you needed him. You were his girl.

Your caring hands would stitch his wounds and your unwavering love would eventually heal his heart- teach him to love himself.

To love him was to fix him.

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OTHER BLOGS: Nope

WHY THE URL: I genuinely have no idea. I think I was inspired by the random generator thingy to put two random words together. I’m British, and I’ve always liked the word confetti, it’s cute.

I FOLLOW: Many, many people.

FOLLOWERS: 73 including a porn-bot or two that I haven’t blocked yet.

LUCKY NUMBER: 8

INSTRUMENTS: A teeny bit of guitar

WHAT ARE YOU WEARING: A dressing gown.

DREAM JOB: I just want to learn about and theorise about history all day and write all night.

LAST BOOK YOU READ: I’m mid-way through Six of Crows.

TOP THREE UNIVERSES: A Song of Ice and Fire universe, the Harry Potter universe and probably the Hunger Games universe (though they’re all pretty basic).

And I will tag (though don’t feel obliged as per usual) @veronicadent @ill-write-when-im-dead @focusdumbass @distantbird

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Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Infernal Devices Series - Cassandra Clare Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Will Herondale/Harry Potter Characters: Will Herondale, Harry Potter, Jem Carstairs, Charlotte Branwell Additional Tags: Angst, But with a fluffy end, Childhood Friends, Mentions of canon deaths, Charlotte just cares a lot

Recoup 

The knock came late at night, rousing Charlotte from the light daze she'd fallen into. She startled, looking around blearily for the large clock on the wall, and saw that it was quarter to two. The boys still weren't back, but this wasn't them. They'd have just walked in and perhaps tried to sneak past. The door sounded again, and Charlotte hurried to stand. Will and Jem may not be back but the rest of the Institute slept, and she would hate for them to wake up. It was storming heavily outside, and for a second Charlotte wanted to ignore the guest - an irrational fear of murderers and psychopaths alighting in her chest, but the moment was brief, and she creaked open the doors a little. "Hello?" she called. A hooded figure stepped forward into the light, revealing green eyes and pale skin, and Charlotte straightened. "Hullo," the boy replied, trying at a friendly smile, but he was shivering so hard it looked instead like he was holding back tears. "I- is this the Institution?" Charlotte nodded, automatically stepping back a little, and he smiled a little more gratefully but did not press forward into the space she'd given him. "I'm looking for a William Herondale," he said, and though his tone was soft and blasé Charlotte could see the nervous clenching of his fingers around the strap of his worn leather satchel. 

Something tight in her muscles relaxed little when he said the name. "Oh," she said. "Well you've certainly come to the correct place, except that he's unfortunately not here at the moment." "He's not?" The boys lips twisted a little in a strange way, but then he was smiling benignly at her again. "I'm sorry, do you... that is, do you know where I could find him?" "I have no clue what that boy gets up to," she laughed, "but he should be back any time now. It's certainly late enough." Her eyes softened as she took on his clearly soaked figure, and she stepped back to open the door wider. "Come in dear," she said. "You can wait inside just fine." His eyes widened, and with a grateful "thank you!" he stepped inside and lowered his hood. As he did, his face was cast into full light for the first time, and Charlotte had to take a moment to admire his beauty. It was a classical sort of beauty, the type that is simple but enchanting. His eyes were wide and bright green, and were perfectly framed by the heaviest, darkest lashes. Thick black curls sat atop his head in an impossible tangled mess, and Charlotte had to stifle the urge to run her fingers through the hair to neaten it. His skin was pale and smooth, but his cheeks were a healthy rose as the sudden warmth of the building manifested on his cold skin in the form of a blush. Full, pink lips were turned up at the corners in an open expression, and his smile was so pleasant and friendly Charlotte couldn't imagine him as anything but innocent, despite how utterly naive that sentiment was. She stared for an inappropriately long moment before realising herself, and gasped softly. "Sorry, I just-" she waved a little with her hands. "I- may I take your cloak?" "Oh!" the boy's eyes widened, and he hurried to remove the wet, black fabric from around his shoulders, revealing black trousers, a soft blue jumper, and black boots that came halfway up his shins. She took the cloak from him, noting the small, work-roughened hands and short, clean fingernails. As she reached forward to take a hold of the wet fabric, she couldn't help but notice the lack of black marks peeking from under his sleeves or collar. They could all be hidden, of course, but more than likely the boy simply didn't have any runes drawn into his skin. A mundane with the Sight, then? Someone in trouble? Perhaps even someone from Will's past, she thought, and regarded the stranger with new eyes. The boy, whilst being clearly very male and at least in his later teenage years - Will's peer then - was almost as short as she, who was short for even a woman, and awfully skinny to boot. She couldn't help a frown at this, but didn't let him see as she lead him to the parlour to sit down and rest his legs. It wasn't surprising to be an underfed child in London, but the way this boy held herself told Charlotte he came form a well to-do family, and that painted a slightly more sinister picture. Nevertheless, she told herself it was none of her business as she set about making tea for the guest. They all had their stories here, and if Charlotte knew anything it was that people would only talk when they were ready to. "I didn't catch your name," Charlotte hinted to the boy as she set the tea tray down in front of him. He looked up at her, smiling sheepishly. "I'm so sorry," he replied, clasping the edge of the table. "My name is Harry Potter. I'm... an old friend of Will's." "Aaah," she nodded as if she understood, though she did not. "He hasn't mentioned you before?" Though to be fair, he didn't mention much of anything. "I'm not really surprised," Harry replied, and looked so sad in that moment she wanted nothing more than to comfort him. "He's probably not the type to talk about home all that much, right?" "Right," she agreed, though something in her bristled at the implication that the Institute was not home. She shook the feeling off as foolish on her part, and extended her hand. "Charlotte Branwell," she introduced herself. "Myself and my husband run this place." "Pleased to meet you." Harry shook her hand just as they both heard the front door open, and Charlotte watched as Harry's eyes widened, trepidation and want dancing across his face. She stood, and immediately the furious whispers silenced at the sound of her chair moving back. "Will, Jem," she called. "Come in here please." There was a gusty sigh, and then two sets of footsteps approached. As they neared, Charlotte could hear Jem telling his parabatai that this was all his fault before the two boys stepped through the doorway. "Charlotte," the tall, silver-haired shadowhunter greeted her before Will moved past him to say something, only to be struck silent as Harry stood and turned to face him. "William," he said, and his voice had an oddly vulnerable tremble in it that made Charlotte want to look away. She couldn't help but feel as if she were intruding upon a highly private moment. "Harry?" Will's voice was less open as he stared at the boy, blue eyes wide in shock and surprise. "What on earth-" "Do you have any idea how long I-" Harry started, clutching at the fabric on his chest, but Will cut him off. "I walked away for a reason!" he interrupted, voice harsh. "I didn't tell you where I was going for a reason! I didn't want you to find me!" "And that was cruel of you," Harry told him, straightening his back. "You had no right-" "I am cruel Harry-" Will started, but this time broke off by the calming hand his parabatai placed on his shoulder. "Will," the boy said. Will looked up at the ceiling as if praying for patience. "Jem, this is Harry," he introduced, waving his hands in the guest's direction. "Harry, Jem. Now," he said, turning to both of the other shadowhunters in the room. "Please leave whilst I converse with my... friend." Harry flinched as if slapped at the venom in that tone, his mouth set in an unhappy line. He wouldn't meet Charlotte's eyes as she slowly left, eyeing Will in a nonverbal order to calm down. Jem walked out after her, but not without a disapproving look at Will's tone. Not that the young man seemed to care. When they'd both left, Will closed the door behind them and gave Harry a meaningful look, which prompted the boy to reveal a stick of wood that had been up his sleeve all along, which he waved in the direction of the door accompanied by a few Latin words muttered under his breath. "There," he said, glaring at Will. "Now they can't hear us." "Brilliant," he replied, his tone heavily sarcastic. "Now tell me what, in the name of the Angel, possessed you to come here." "Apart from that I'm finally able to?" Harry snarled, crossing his arms over his best as if he was cold. "I just graduated from Hogwarts, William. It took me a while to find you. I haven't stopped looking since you walked out." "Why-" Will broke off, running his hand over his face in frustration. "I left for a reason," he repeated, his voice hoarse. "I didn't want to be found." "I was worried!" Harry exclaimed, his eyes suspiciously shiny. "You just disappeared so suddenly, without a word. I had to find out from Cecily that you'd gone, and that Ella had died. From Cecily." "I-" the air seemed to whoosh out of Will then, and suddenly he just looked tired. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know you were close with her." "Not as close as I was with you," Harry replied, his voice soft. "And I lost the both of you in one fell swoop. Will, why would you leave me?" Will swallowed heavily, closing his eyes. His eyebrows were knitted, and his arms were tensed where they were crossed around his chest, enough so that the shapes of his biceps were apparent under the material of his black shirt. He wouldn't look Harry in the eyes as he shook his head, unfolding them and instead bracing them against a table behind him. "I left to keep you all safe," he whispered eventually. Harry stepped closer. "From what, William?" "I-" Will broke off, "I can't- don't call me William,” he growled. Harry raised an eyebrow, and he sighed, closing his eyes tight. “Why can't you just believe me?" "Will." Harry's voice was incredibly gentle as he neared until they were standing nearly toe-to-toe, and he rested a hand on Will's upper arm. "William, you were twelve." "So?" "So, opening that Pyxis and letting out that demon was not your fault. Your sister's death was not your fault. And-" "And?" Will's voice was strangely angry, but Harry never flinched, calm green eyes looking steadily into his own. "And you were twelve," he repeated. "You made a split second decision in a moment of fear, and you've held on to it. You've convinced yourself it's the only way, but its not." "You know nothing," Will whispered, but Harry's touch was so gentle and loving he couldn't find it in himself to pull away. He should. He was endangering Harry like this, letting him touch his cursed self, but he couldn't let Harry's face crumple in hurt as he knew it would. And he hated himself for his selfishness. Harry looked like he wanted to argue, but thought the better of it. Instead he nodded and stepped a little closer, and Will couldn't help but notice the large differences in their heights and body shape. Harry was covered in a loose, soft jumper, so he really couldn't be sure of how fit he was, but his shoulders, while strong, were still petite where Will had grown up and out. He was so much smaller than him, the difference between them even more pronounced than it had been when they were still both children, and though Will knew Harry was more than capable of taking care of himself, he still felt the urge to shield him from all hurts. Harry put a hand on his other arm, leaning in until their faces were barely an inch apart, and said, "you know I have nothing to fear." "And what is that supposed to mean?" Will asked, unable to keep his hands from holding on to Harry's waist. "I mean, I can protect myself from demons. I have the means." "So do the shadowhunters," Will whispered, and it sounded like an invitation. Harry smiled, just an upturn of his lips, and nodded. "But not as completely as me," he added. "I have nothing to fear." And then, moving his hand across Will's chest, he rested his palm over the shadowhunter's heart. "Not from being with you." And this was weakness, Will knew. If he took Harry back, who was to stop him from seeing his family again, from caring again, from letting Charlotte and Henry into his heart? But even as Will thought this he felt so tired that he just couldn't find it in himself to fight the fierce love that shone in Harry's eyes. Because Harry would not be turned away by gentle persuasion, and after everything Will could not find it in himself to resort to harsh words. Not again. "Harry,'' he said, not knowing what to say but remembering days spent up in the trees and nights spent in the same bed, of reading together and growing together and I love you when they should have been too young to understand, but did anyway. "I know," Harry replied, lips soft on Will's cheek, "I love you also." Will leaned their foreheads against each other's, touching their noses together - just the tips, and smiled like he hadn't smiled in what felt like forever. "I love you best."