#if it's already off the shelf maybe ill just have to read it...

[lostandbackagain]

[edupunkn00b]

Hey hey Edu! I am having a day™️today and I have been thinking about why it is so hard for me to reread "What Might Have Been", but not "The Uses of Adversity"

Buckle up, there are spoilers for anyone who somehow has not read those masterpieces already

So, I think, I figured out my difficulty with WMHB is that at the core, I can barely cope with how much Remus spirals in that fic. The way he loses his grasp on himself more and more, the way his mind offers him another reality to deal with the how his life is getting out of order just- it did blindside me. Not because it's unrealistic or because you wrote it badly.

I think it just took me so off-guard after reading Happily Ever After where Remus, may have struggled but ended up helping Logan so often. Like, there is this underlying strength in his character that I adored. This hope and playfulness that never seized to show up.

And then he falls apart. It all falls apart and shatters. And I know that people do that. I know that characters do that and that it creates so much more interesting stories.

Later in different tidbits you show us how Remus was, versions of Remus and how he self-destructed before. You showed us better versions of himself, where he gets help earlier, chooses different paths, is able to choose different paths.

So it makes sense that he spirals, gets worse than ever before.

It just hurts so much because to me, it felt like he had it already. It felt like he was out of the woods. It felt like he had gotten better and was stronger than this. But the problem is that healing isn't linear. Sometimes you don't heal at all. Sometimes you just deal with the chipped state you're in.

And I think that was the thing that hurt. That Remus wasn't broken, but chipped. He seemed fine. He seemed to be doing well, to adjust, to grow. But he wasn't really broken, he was just chipped. He is chipped. And that is not something to be fixed but to be dealt with. And it's exhausting and tiresome if you don't know how to do it or have lost the motivation to do it.

But in TUoA we have Logan. And this version of Logan, who has suffered so much and is hurt and fearful and so very much in pain is less painful for me to see than WMHB Remus could ever be. Because that Logan has been broken. That Logan has been irreparably changed and will never be the same again.

And yet. And yet he gets the chance to become someone new. He gets the chance to be put back together in a new way. He gets to have Roman by his side, who looks at his broken pieces with love and care and is with him anyway.

And I think that hit less hard than what happened with Remus and feels more hopeful to me even though I understand that there is much more to come for Logan in that universe. But maybe, he'll be spared to have his son admitted to a mental hospital. Maybe he'll he spared to see his love fall apart because of something he couldn't have.

Maybe at least this portion of his life ends up being gentler than what WMHB would have given him.

Yeah.

I am very normal about your fics.

Kudos.

First of all, all the hugs in the world for you, Eir <3. You are beautiful inside and out and I hope you know that your stories touch me in so many of the same ways you're describing. (Most especially Life on Crow Avenue and Words Are Hard.) <3

I first read your note last night and had to sit with it because you're right, at the core of Remus' journey in What Might Have Been is the terrible truth that mental illness doesn't just go away. It can be managed to varying levels but it won't ever simply 'heal' like a cold or a broken leg. It's always there with us.

That was a difficult lesson for me to learn and one I'm probably still learning. I knew it intellectually but there have been times when life decided I needed to really learn it.

So many of us are those chipped cups, sitting on a shelf or serving some purpose. Just like those chipped cups, some of us break more easily than someone who has never been cracked and we do require extra care.

When I wrote Happily Ever After, I intended it to be a fairy tale. A fantasy, my fantasy, of what my life could have been like had I had friends like Janus and Roman in my life during my darkest times. Of how much stronger and better I could be if I'd had the support they gave him over the years.

I structured it like a fairy tale, took every chapter title from the first line of famous books. Logan started the story sad but unbroken, still surrounded by love and support. He ended the story discovering what I discovered about my self, ended the story with love for him and promising futures for his children. It was my dream fairy tale ending.

And it was completely unrealistic.

After sitting with the story for bit, I wanted to see how that might have actually happened, what a real ending to Logan's story might have been like, because if I could make Logan's fairy tale ending more realistic, I could make it realistic for me, too. That if in the more realistic version when Remus couldn't just bounce back again this time, if in even that version, he and Logan (and Janus and Roman and all of them) could still find a happy ending, I knew I could, too.

The Uses of Adversity is the same tale but backwards. What could possibly lead Logan to a happy ending when he started without Janus as a friend? The first part of TUoA, It Could Always Be Worse was very dark and was nearly even darker. I wasn't sure how it would end until I got to the last chapter. The original tags included an "author chose not to use Archive warnings" tag because that story nearly ended very differently.

Strangely, The Uses of Adversity, as straightforward as Logan and Roman's love story was, was much harder to write than WMHB or any of the other tales.

I hope that for every person who can't ever go back to WMHB, there's a person who reads it and can see that happy endings aren't just for fairy tales. That we can go through it all and still find a way to happiness in the end. That, chipped and broken and spiraling, there's always another chance for us to pick ourselves up or to allow ourselves be picked up, and keep on going toward a place of warmth and joy.

No matter what we've been through, it's never too late to build joyful connections with other people. It's never too late for a happy ending.

[nanawritesit]

Taeyeon Scenario: Meeting up after breaking up and getting back together

Anonymous said: “hiii! just saw you write for snsd and i wanted to request something with taeyeon, cause i think there's no much recent content to read of her. i was thinking maybe something with angst but a fluff ending, maybe they are in love but they're on a difficult moment as individuals so they decide on giving up on each other, but in the end they find each other when already healed and everything is beautiful and wholesome”

a/n: oh i totally agree, we need waaayyy more taeyeon content! i feel like it’s definitely gone down in popularity :( but i guess i gotta write it myself 😤 i love this prompt too, angst is actually one of my favorite genres bc i’m mentally ill. i hope you like it 💗💗💗

TW: light cursing, angst but it ends cutely

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It was around ten o’clock at night, and you were roaming the city streets exhausted and hungry. You couldn’t be more happy that you finally had your dream job, but you’d be lying if you said the hours weren’t killing you. Still, you were strong and weren’t going to give up anytime soon, you thought to yourself. Finally, you caught a glimpse of your favorite convenience store. It had the best instant ramen and beer, perfect for a late night dinner for one.

You entered the shop, waving to the cashier who knew you as a regular. You headed straight to the aisle with the ramen, but stopped in your tracks as you saw the shelf. It was completely empty!

“Damnit…” you cursed under your breath, shoving your hands in the pockets of your coat. “Guess I’ll have to find something else to eat for dinner.”

“You still haven’t given up on that ramen, huh?” a familiar voice said behind you. You immediately flipped around to see who it was, and your breath hitched in your throat. It was Taeyeon, your ex girlfriend.

She let out a tiny giggle at the look on your face. She couldn’t blame you though. You guys hadn’t seen each other in person since you broke up a few months ago.

Kim Taeyeon was the one that got away. She was your dream girl, and everything about her was perfect. Everything except the timing of your relationship. You both had commitments to your jobs that you felt you had to honor above all else, and it created such a huge distance between you. One day you woke up and felt like strangers, and came to the mutual decision that the two of you weren’t working out. It didn’t make it hurt any less, you were still madly in love with her. You’d had flings since the break up, but no one could ever measure up to her.

“Tae!” you exclaimed finally, shaking your head in disbelief. You reached out to give her a quick hug, which she gladly accepted. You were still on good terms and texted each other from time to time, so it wasn’t too awkward to share the small embrace. “Oh my gosh, how have you been? You look great by the way.”

She giggled, flipping her dark locks over her shoulder. She really did look pretty in her white blouse and two toned jeans. She looked good in everything, but you always loved when she wore simpler clothing because it let her true beauty shine through.

“I’ve been doing well! This last album was actually my best selling one yet, the fans all really liked it.” she blushed.

“I know I did. It was a great album, you should be very proud of that award you got.” you told her.

She smiled and dropped her jaw open dramatically. “You mean you watched the awards show? And you listened to the album too?”

“Well of course! I was there for half the writing process! I had to see it to fruition!” you exclaimed, putting your hands on your hips.

She laughed loudly, and you felt something break inside of you. You realized you missed hearing that noise. You actually missed almost everything about her.

“Well how about you? You were almost done with training when we…” she stopped, trailing off awkwardly from not knowing how to end the sentence.

You gave her a grin and decided to help her out. “When we broke up? Yeah I um… well, I got the job.”

Her mouth dropped open again, this time in genuine surprise. “Oh my gosh Y/N are you serious? That’s amazing, I’m so proud of you! Congratulations!” She leaned in and gave you another hug, this one far warmer and tighter than the last. You squinted your eyes at the feeling of her holding you again, not wanting to indulge in it too much.

You pulled back, clearing your throat awkwardly. “Well, I should get going. I have to figure out what I’m eating for dinner.”

“Hey, I was actually here for the same reason. Would you like to get dinner together? It’d be a nice chance to catch up…” she asked, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She was looking at you with such a hopeful flint in her eyes, and when you saw her lips curl up in that adorable half smile, you were helpless.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

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Now it was around midnight, and you were both at an outdoor food eating fried chicken and drinking beer, which you got from the convenience store two hours ago. It was one of your favorite places to go on dates on the middle of your hectic schedules back when you were together, so you decided to visit it for nostalgia’s sake.

It was so easy to fall back into that same old rhythm with Taeyeon. She was so easy to talk to, so familiar. You knew so much about each other already that things were just so comfortable. There wasn’t any testing of waters or pressure of relationships, it was just enjoyable. You hadn’t even realized that you’d been sitting and talking for so long until you noticed the food stall packing up.

“Oh man, I guess we better get going before they kick us out.” Taeyeon chuckled, pushing in her chair.

You nodded, grabbing your jacket from off the table. “We should. Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

“Oh you don’t have to do that!” she reassured you, waving her hand. Maybe it was the beer, but you could’ve sworn you saw a pink blush creeping up her cheeks at the thought.

“It’s okay, I know how much you hate walking alone at night.” you told her. “Besides, I live just a few streets down, we’d be walking the same way anyway.”

She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before following behind you. “Okay, if you insist.” and smiled.

On the way home, a cold breeze hit you, and you both immediately shuddered. As if on instinct, you untied your jacket from around your waist and t it over her shoulders.

“Y/N…” she chuckled, tucking herself further into it. “You’re making this difficult for me.”

“Making what difficult?” you asked stupidly, shoving your fists in the pockets of your sweatpants.

She rolled her eyes and laughed once more before looking over at you. “Trying to pretend like I’m not still in love with you.”

You expected yourself to give more of a reaction, but for some reason, you just kept on walking, staring at the ground. You couldn’t think of anything to say, so you didn’t say anything. Taeyeon stopped in her tracks, and you turned around to face her.

“What’s wrong?” you asked with a poker face.

“Please tell me you’re not over me.” she demanded, arms clutching her sides desperately. “Please tell me I’m not the only one who still wants us to be together?”

You stood there in shock for a moment, letting your lips part slightly. “Taeyeon, I didn’t know you still wanted to be with me. I thought we were done for good.”

“I thought so too...” she began, tightening her grip on her jacket, looking anywhere but your eyes. “But… I can’t stop thinking about you. I know we’re both committed to our careers, and I know I can’t trust myself around you, and I know things didn’t work out before but…. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you!” she confessed, stepping forward a bit as she finally met your gaze.

You sighed, brushing your hair out of your face. “Taeyeon…. how can you do this…”

“Do what? Love you? It’s the easiest thing in the world.”

“No, I mean how can you just show up out of the blue after I’ve spent months trying to forget about you, telling myself that I did what was best for both of us by ending things, lying to myself about how much I missed you, and get me all confused by telling me you still love me?” you snapped, getting frustrated at the well of feelings that had been tipping over inside you. You didn’t mean to raise your voice, but it kind of got away from you in the heat of the moment.

“Are you saying you don’t still love me?” she asked softly after a moment of silence, tears prickling at the surface of her brown eyes.

You scoffed with a frustrated laugh, putting your head in your hands. “Oh my gosh Taeyeon, of course I still love you! I never stopped! You’ve literally been the only thing on my mind at every moment of everyday!”

“Then why can’t we be together?” she pleaded, taking a step forward challengingly.

“Because it didn’t work, Taeyeon.” you declared, finally letting a few angry tears fall. “We’re both too busy and couldn’t give one another the relationship we deserved.”

“What we deserve is each other!” she cried out, practically sobbing now. No matter how mad she made you, you would always hate seeing he cry. “I was never happier than when I was with you! I thought succeeding at my job would make me happier but it doesn’t. It all means nothing if I don’t have you to share it with!”

You looked at each other desperately as both of your tears fell to the pavement, and at that moment you finally understood each other. Right now, sharing this gaze, was the most intimate moment you had ever shared. At last, you knew how one another felt.

You took a few short, quick strides over to her, then yanked her into an embrace. You held onto her so tightly, as if she would disappear at any given moment. You buried your head into her neck, letting the last of your tears fall before pulling back to look at her.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” you confessed, wiping one of her remaining tears away with your thumb.

She laughed through the tears, then put her arms up behind your neck. “I promise, we’ll make it work this time. I’ll take time off work to spend it with you.”

“Same here.” you agreed, nodding your head with a smile. “I lost you once, and I’m not gonna lose you again.”

She looked at you with such unbridled adoration, glassy eyes shining even brighter than the moon above you, and before you knew it, your faces were just centimeters apart. You closed the gap slowly, pressing your lips to hers softly. God, you missed this so much. You would never, ever grow tired of kissing her. The two of you just seemed to mold together so well.

She pulled back to breathe, forehead still pressed against yours. “Come on, let’s get to my place. I think we have lots to talk about.”

[bonesandthebees]

i did not mean to do it, but i was passing time in the library, just waiting for my sign language lesson (theyre going great btw, im really enjoying it) not planning to borrow anything, ive got plenty of unread books at home, but as i was leaving i passed the just returned section and there, i noticed it, a huge orange book (would be hard to miss honestly) and before i knew it i was checking out with it

im going on a school trip to england tomorrow (by bus so, a few days on the ride, well be stopping in amsterdam for a day so id love any tips btw, i plan to check your old trip asks) and i figured im gonna need something to read anyway and its so long ill definitely only only need this one book with me and it was even the english version which is the one i wanted to read so it was perfect

and thats how i ended up with a bag much heavier and the priority of the orange tree on my shelf rn

all i saw so far were maps (YES! PLURAL! THATS SO FUCKING COOL) and some glossaries or something and im really excited to get into it

oh I'm so glad you're enjoying your sign language classes!! it's such a fun language to learn right??

oh my god a school trip to england and you're stopping in amsterdam on the way?? god that sounds so fun. and you have priory now aaaa that's gonna be such a good book to read while you travel (although it's so heavy it's incredibly inconvenient to travel with)

ok ok amsterdam tips hm. well first off watch out for bikes. I don't know how common bike riding is in your country so maybe you already know this, but in america you never really have to worry about looking out for bicyclists when you're crossing the street you just focus on cars. in amsterdam you WILL get hit by a bicyclist if you're not careful so make sure to watch out. this was a lesson I had to learn quickly as an american.

I definitely recommend finding a cute cafe or something in amsterdam. not a coffee shop since that term means something very different in amsterdam (although if you want to go to a coffee shop live your best life) but theres some very good actual coffee and snacks you can find in cafes. I still daydream about this cheese and tomato croissant sandwich I had in an amsterdam cafe it was so good

anyway I hope you enjoy priory!! honestly I'm kind of laughing at how many of you I've convinced to read it. I'm reading the prequel right now and literally losing my mind at how good it is. the worldbuilding for this series is just so immersive and vibrant and I really hope you fall in love with it like I did. and yes the maps are SO fucking cool. one of my favorite details is how you have maps at both the beginning of priory and the beginning of a day of fallen night (the prequel) but since adofn takes place several hundred years before priory the maps look similar but different and you find out what changed the maps over the course of the story and it's just so interesting

let me know what you think!! and I hope you have an amazing trip <33

[frankenfran]

it's so hard to accurately pin down what makes a story work and what doesn't. sometimes you'll be reading something and think "this just isn't it" but when you try to think of specific reasons it's a little hard. it's not that i couldn't list things i don't like about it if i tried but it almost feels like something more than just taste. i try to avoid being too... abstract when i talk about these things but really the only way i can think to get the feeling across is by saying it lacks a certain spark. it feels empty, for lack of better words.

anyway this is all to say i read the first volume of maid war chronicle. it was on sale at book off and i was admittedly fooled by the title and bought it without looking up anything about it. i don't necessarily regret having it taking up space on my ever expanding manga shelf but i do feel a little bit underwhelmed if that weren't already obvious.

as i said above i could easily get into all the various things i didn't care about but i think nothing else could get the feeling across more than saying there's a map of the fictional world it takes place in at the very front and even that manages to feel lame and uninspired. maybe im being unfair and it gets better as it goes on but im not sure ill ever find out considering it didn't exactly make a great impression. maybe if i somehow end up finding a used copy of volume 2. im not particularly looking though.

[martianbugsbunny]

Who Makes You See Color (A CaptainCroc Soulmates AU Fic): Chapter 12

*slides into the room gently* heeeey. You all are about to be ensconced in the sadness portion of the fic, you know, “darkest before dawn” and all that whatnot. You’ve been forewarned, so settle your brains for some suffering (mostly Rumple’s) and read on! Tags: @wastingstarsss

It really wasn’t fair.

Maybe this was Gold’s punishment for the dark things he had done. The cosmos had finally caught up to him, and for once the price of magic was settled heavily on his shoulders.

It was his curse. Yes, Regina had been the one to cast it, but it was Rumple’s. And the special, personal curse hidden away in it, just for Gold, was being mere feet away from Roger, wearing Killian’s lucky ring on his own hand, and not being able to do anything about it.

Roger hadn’t said a word about another date, though it had been several weeks—probably because Gold looked consistently awful. He hardly slept, and the tiredness showed on his face.

“Here.” Roger set a mug of tea down on the counter, next to Gold’s ledger. “Maybe the caffeine will perk you up.” He smiled and went back to work polishing a sword.

Rumplestiltskin would never be satisfied without Killian. He kept chasing new dreams; power, Bae, love…and they all slipped from his fingers. There was something in him that ached, that felt like it drew in other people’s happiness and drowned it out, and when he was Mr. Gold it wasn’t there…or at least he hadn’t known it was there. Gold had been satisfied with his life, and Roger wasn’t a part of it. Why couldn’t Rumple have just quieted those thoughts and been pleased with what he had?

“Gold, are you alright?” Roger asked. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but you just sort of...drifted off. Perhaps you’d better go home.”

Gold waved his hand weakly, unable to form a verbal response. A sudden exhaustion had crept into his bones and he was trembling. Roger stared at him, concerned. “Really, mate, it’s home or the hospital, you’re scaring me.”

Gold swallowed and forced himself to put together coherent words. “I’ve a—a cot in the back,” he said. “I’ll just go lie down…for a moment.”

He nearly fell on his way to the cot, thankfully when he was already beyond Roger’s eyeshot. It felt like he had been hollowed out inside, and there was little to keep him from caving in.

Ah. So that’s it. I can’t be satisfied because I am empty.

He laid down for what felt like minutes; didn’t even remember closing his eyes, but somehow the light outside dimmed, and a clock sitting on a low shelf chimed four. Roger came into the backroom, every bit of body language telling Gold that he was nervous.

“Are you feeling better, love?” he asked. He seemed subdued, himself. Gold hated to think that might be his fault.

“I’ve been tired lately,” he said, not bothering to sit up. His suit was wrinkled. He would have to iron it later. “I don’t sleep well, and I feel ill. Not hospital ill,” he added, remembering Roger’s earlier worry. “It’s...hard to explain.”

“Would you like me to drive you home?” Roger asked. He’d moved several steps closer. “Maybe get you some soup from Granny’s?”

“I’ll take you up on the driving.” Gold eased himself off the cot, leaning heavily on his cane. “Perhaps we’d better call off work tomorrow. I don’t think I would get much done.”

Roger nodded. He curled one arm around the small of Gold’s back as they walked, and Gold relaxed into the touch. His resolve was weakening along with his body.

At home, he laid his suit carefully out on the back of a chair and put on his favorite blue robe. Without Roger right there to remind him of his pain, he was able to sit up on a couch decently, but the exhaustion remained, and for once, he actually slept through the night.

[kithtaehyung]

so its one in the morning here in brazil, and i finally just read "you're next" and... yeah. so that's what wamrth feel like? cuz i feel so, so, so... hugged? there's this portuguese word im thinking of, and its acolhimento, but i just couldn't think of a way to translate it properly, so i figured id describe it to you.

saturday i felt happy. i was bubbly, giggling the whole day remembering the show, the documentaries that i was able to see completely and overall just really happy i got to spend a whole morning with bts. of course, i had to go to work soon after, but fuck it, i was so calm.

then monday came and yeah, we know how we all felt.

today, i came to your blog, and saw the post that you said you have plans to post 3tan9 around this week so i decided to make time to read the drabble before. i come across a bunch of things im used to from you: good writing, amazing control and crescendo of tension and expectation, taehyung being the best possible friend, funny and realistic dialogue, that even without the text i could just hear and know who's speaking. but then there's something else here. there's the teasing that leads to nothing but domesticity, the natural banter that leads to two people enjoying and sharing their foods in a public place, so comfortable with each other that dialogue, the exchange, is the mere company. not that it didn’t happen before, but for it to be at fall, in public and them acting so harmoniously... idk, it reminded me of the chapter they go for a walk and he kisses her in the swing, but here's just so much more intimate, so much more comfortable and maybe its cuz of the moment but idk??????

thing is, it just made me feel like there's always this place where, regardless of where bts is, we can always find them and connect with them. and idk, just to picture the reader and yoongi sitting down together in silence, eating like they're in some long term relationship brought such comfort to my chest, a reassurance that 3 tangerines will always be here, and so will our stories that they help us tell, and the inspiration they spark in us, how their message goes beyong themselves and idk 😭

urgh IM SO CHEESY, im really really sorry, i know i drag this stuff way too much, but your writing provokes me to such degree you have no idea??? id love for 3tan to be a physical book so i could put it up my shelf

enough.

just wanna add that your smut is always super sexy and jimin and taehyung make me wanna scream into my pillow all the time???!!

also, love to picture jimin and yoongi's interaction before jimin left to leave them be lol

again, ill eventually learn to be concise 😭 hope you’re doing well!!

just realized i forgot my train of thought, so point is: i felt acolhida, in the sense that this drabble hugged me and let me breath, made me smile and tighten my chest in a good way. and i feel like i can revisit it at any time and find that comfortable again and again. that's acolhimento thanks for coming to my long ass ted talk

LUAAAA oh my gosh here i am finally responding to stuff that you sent in months ago :'))) i can't fall this far behind on feedback again my goodness, i am so so sorry!

so its one in the morning here in brazil, and i finally just read "you're next" and... yeah. so that's what wamrth feel like? cuz i feel so, so, so... hugged? there's this portuguese word im thinking of, and its acolhimento, but i just couldn't think of a way to translate it properly, so i figured id describe it to you.

already off to an emotional start!! i'm glad you got that feeling from these drabbles.. they gave me that same feeling, and i'm happy that i now have the word to describe it<3 thank you so much for that! these were meant to be lighthearted, feel good pieces so i'm glad they turned out that way.

saturday i felt happy. i was bubbly, giggling the whole day remembering the show, the documentaries that i was able to see completely and overall just really happy i got to spend a whole morning with bts. of course, i had to go to work soon after, but fuck it, i was so calm. then monday came and yeah, we know how we all felt.

ah, yes. i do remember that this was around the time we were all feeling calm before the big storm. :(

today, i came to your blog, and saw the post that you said you have plans to post 3tan9 around this week so i decided to make time to read the drabble before. i come across a bunch of things im used to from you: good writing, amazing control and crescendo of tension and expectation, taehyung being the best possible friend, funny and realistic dialogue, that even without the text i could just hear and know who's speaking.

first, this all put a smile on my face. if you're used to all of that, that means consistency and all of those are things i strive for! especially the writing and dialogue comments. wow, thank you again :'))

but then there's something else here. there's the teasing that leads to nothing but domesticity, the natural banter that leads to two people enjoying and sharing their foods in a public place, so comfortable with each other that dialogue, the exchange, is the mere company. not that it didn’t happen before, but for it to be at fall, in public and them acting so harmoniously... idk, it reminded me of the chapter they go for a walk and he kisses her in the swing, but here's just so much more intimate, so much more comfortable and maybe its cuz of the moment but idk??????

oh my gosh, sidewalk talk!! one of the chapters that will stay with me just from the atmosphere alone.. i think that one and fireworks have their own feeling that i dunno if i can truly replicate. it's the nostalgia, the suspension of time, everything that makes those chapters separate from the rest. idk. but yeah.

it's definitely intimate without trying to be! like they're just hanging out in public. but that's what makes this special. it's far from what they've been given and used to<3

thing is, it just made me feel like there's always this place where, regardless of where bts is, we can always find them and connect with them. and idk, just to picture the reader and yoongi sitting down together in silence, eating like they're in some long term relationship brought such comfort to my chest, a reassurance that 3 tangerines will always be here, and so will our stories that they help us tell, and the inspiration they spark in us, how their message goes beyong themselves and idk 😭

okay now i'm just emotional because you're putting bts and 3tan in the same type of commentary and i'm just SDFKSD i'm tearing up?? like what an honor to even be compared to them. in any capacity. because bangtan is my comfort place and people, so for something i'm writing to be the same to someone else? that's a responsibility i will always be aware of and will hold close.

and you're right. 3tan will always be here. yoongi, reader, the friends, and even me through asks like these and responses to lovely reviews that y'all send in. we'll be here even when things are said and done. at least, that's exactly what i plan on.

urgh IM SO CHEESY, im really really sorry, i know i drag this stuff way too much, but your writing provokes me to such degree you have no idea??? id love for 3tan to be a physical book so i could put it up my shelf

i love it all, lua. trust me, even if you think it's cheesy i adore it endlessly, and no need to apologize for sending stuff like this at all. i think i will look into making 3tan a physical book, along with all the extras that i can possibly add!

just wanna add that your smut is always super sexy and jimin and taehyung make me wanna scream into my pillow all the time???!! also, love to picture jimin and yoongi's interaction before jimin left to leave them be lol

YAAAY glad you liked the smut despite it being short! and vmin.. god i love them. so, so much lol. yoongi's and jimin's interaction before he left? ahhh, it was definitely a short convo lmfao

again, ill eventually learn to be concise 😭 hope you’re doing well!!

I LOVE NOT CONCISE THINGS LOLOL i promise!! thank you so much again for everything you say. it makes my days brighter, for sure. i'm doing well and i hope the same for you!

[apexart-journal]

Mvelo Mahlangu in NYC, Day 20

Today, the only activity I had was a tour of the Lincoln Centre. Feeling a lot more rejuvenated and well rested, I made my way to the subway at union square. I was a little bit nervous about jumping the turnstile again but this time, there would most likely be a few NYPD officials. I started thinking of what I could tell them, and realised I left the envelope I was given by the Metro official to report and send back damaged cards. I settled on trying to swipe my card over and over, jumping over and then telling the officer what happened. But this time, when I took my card out and swiped, it actually started working again! Definitely saved me money, time and jumping. Its quite sunny today but still a bit cold. I made my way back to familiar views of the Lincoln Centre. I was still 15 minutes early so I placed around before calling Donald. Upon calling Donald, he told me that he had spoken to Nia the night before about postponing the tour as the guide fell ill. I was a bit surprised as I had somehow completely missed the text from Nia, telling me that she was moving the activity to a different day. I thanked Donald, apologised and stopped by a street Vendor for some tea and a croissant. On the corner of Lincoln and Columbus street were a couple of benches in the middle of the road. I decided to sit there and have my tea and croissant while soaking up the warmth of the sun. I sat there for about an hour, realising that it was the first time I felt so still in NYC. The roads themselves were quite still as it was a public holiday. Nia had mentioned that I could maybe try doing some things that I haven’t done before within today. But I realised I needed to just be still and indoors. So I made my way back to Union Square, exited from a different entrance just to see where it would lead me and as I walked out, I saw that I was right by the market! The market I kept missing. There were many products being sold like breads, lavender oils, maple syrup and an array of vegetables. As I rounded the corner I saw that there was a huge book store called, Barnes & Noble. I went right in, and felt at home seeing books I’ve read, or have been wanting to get. It’s quite a huge book store with 4 floors, so I stayed for about an hour before returning back to the apartment. I spent the rest of my day cooking, journaling, finishing off my series, planning my last week in NYC, and looking through the apartment shelf for a diary that Casey said I should read, with notes and messages from previous fellows. 

I can’t believe I'm already leaving soon. Where did all the time go? How am I having my exit lunch tomorrow already?! As I’ve grown older,, I feel as though time has started collapsing in on itself an its just moving by  faster and faster. Months feel like days nowadays. 

[chantsdemarins]

❄️Frost Secrets from the Other Son

Chapter 2-Loki, Meet Lillian

Summary:

When a Midgardian journalist comes to Asgard to record the royal history for humans, her illicit affair with Loki threatens to unravel Odin’s family and reveal his true parentage...

Literary smut ahead, haha

Chapter 2 Loki, Meet Lillian

Loki knew that he had already been talking and essentially flirting with many people at the solstice ball this evening; he arrived late, fresh from some other engagement off-world; he wasn’t entirely sure what was what since his return. He didn’t read memos or talk to any of the guilds who would have informed him of the importance of the evening solstice event. He knew bits and pieces of a human entourage of journalists arriving, but he assumed they would be much like the last humans who came by on official business, heady and boring.

He didn’t like this new arrangement; it was much more satisfying to roam Midgard and find the interesting humans when there were some, of course, which wasn’t all that often. Maybe every 200 years. But Loki had his sympathies, they had known about humans since the dawn of creation, and these lowly Midgardians just found out they weren’t alone…So he felt a bit guilty, and this woman before him was clearly just a human and out of her element.

He had noticed her though, her presence brought enough interest for him to conjure a way to meet her. This woman was delightfully curvy, the dress she was wearing was clearly ill sized, but this was to his liking. She was smart, he could tell, and he wondered what her role must be, maybe she was a messenger or sorts for the other human biographer?

The truth was, Loki didn’t always like himself, and he especially didn’t always like being the tortured eternal bachelor playboy. Maybe he would just be a tour guide tonight. Simple enough, no drama. He imagined himself much like the guarded palace he lived in.

He turned to Lillian and closed the heavy doors behind them. The thud brought Lillian’s attention to the fact that they were now alone in a massive dark library with only a few candles lit here and there, probably for a practical precaution against setting the whole room on fire, but the atmosphere it created was slightly romantic.

Loki, ever vigilant in his attempt at being professional, was walking through the aisles talking and talking about the origins of some of the collection, his large hands gently gliding past the many books. He took one off the shelf and brought it to Lillian. Holding the book to the candlelight, he showed her pictures that resembled the illuminated manuscripts she had once seen from the 14th century. More proof of Asgard’s status as horribly outdated.

Although she watched as Loki’s delicate fingertips luxuriously traced the book's spine as he placed it back on the shelf. Lillian sighed audibly. Was he seducing her with the Asgardian equivalent of encyclopedias?

Growing agitated with his pace, Lillian spoke, “Are you truly planning on giving me the complete tour of the royal library tonight?”

“I am already, aren’t I?” Loki said, spinning around with a wide grin.

“Too late.”

Lillian steadied herself. He was obviously playing this very cool. A little too cool for her Ohio, midwestern self, actually. Whether it was the trippy mead or just her own needs shaking her into a kind of space-drunk hybrid sobriety, she suddenly was unequivocal that she was a grown-ass woman. Indeed going further with this death metal-esque guy would be the kind of sabotage that might ruin this massive opportunity she had been given. She was also free to sleep with whoever she wanted. There was no moral chastity belt on Midgardian women on Asgard. Or was there? Did she possibly miss a briefing? At any rate, the debate inside her head had ended. She made her choice. It was now or never.

Loki was stalking near the nine realms sections, narrating his investigation of finding just the right book about Svartalfheim when he heard Lillian call to him.

“Hey, alien man, you’re talking a lot over there, and I’m over here wondering why you are still over there,” she was a little shaky in her delivery, but obviously she was now giving the man some kind of clue to her state of mind.

“Oh, I see.”

With a remarkably quick change of decorum, in a manner of seconds, Loki was over feigning to be a gentleman. He had made a gallant effort. He closed the Svartalfheim book with a loud clap, and with a fast swoop, he pinned Lillian against the nearest shelf.

A few of the ancient texts came crashing on the floor, barely missing them. Loki was very much “space drunk”, and it was the solstice, he was admittedly intrigued by this woman.

Loki placed his lips on hers tightly. She could feel the heat of his body, she could also feel more of him than she could see earlier.

“Oh god!” Lillian laughed.

“That’s me for certain!” Loki laughed equally.

“That’s you?”

Lillian thought he could be slightly overly confident at this point…

Loki cut her thinking short when he suddenly ruched up her dress until he could find her underwear. This was really happening. She still was hanging on to her professional principles enough to consider stopping him until he pushed aside her panties until he could place two long fingers inside her.

She flinched, and her mind went blank. It had been a while. Too long.

Loki seemed to understand just how long it had been as he felt how tight she was; his mind raced to how tight she would feel with his cock inside her. His mind was buzzing with pleasure. He thought Lillian smelled like Midgard. Like peaches or some other stone fruit, he recalled from his travels there.

“Do you want me to magic my clothes off, or do you want me to take them off myself? You seem like a visual person. I don’t want to rob you of the chance to watch a god strip in front of you.”

Lillian, of course, had the luck and lack of morality to be about to have sex with an Asgardian and one who seemed to think he was a god with magic. She wasn’t quite sure he was telling the truth about anything, so she offered,

“You can save your magic for when you are fucking me.”

Loki laughed at her defiance.

“Well, I don’t need magic for that; I am well equipped naturally to please. I’ve had 1,000 years to practice.”

Again, Lillian did not believe that about him.

He unfastened the front of his leather outfit, which seemed rather complicated and official. Lillian wondered if this man was a courier or messenger for the courts, obviously, something to do with talking.

He took off his shirt, and Lillian was stunned.

His body was unlike any man on Earth she had ever been with. At this point, the propranolol she had taken to calm her nerves was waning, and her heart started to beat with the current circumstances. Lillian felt she could see every possible muscle under his pale white skin.

His eyes were a delicate blue; they kept her attention the most, oddly. They offset the striking contrast with Loki’s black hair, which grazed his shoulders in spiraling curls.

When he kicked his leather pants off, he was completely naked. Apparently, on Asgard, men don’t wear underwear. Or maybe it was just this guy.

His cock was massive, just as it had felt when he was pinning her against the bookshelf, but more intimidating now that he was in his statuesque glory.

Instead of giving in to the fear and arousal she was being overwhelmed with, Lillian chose to again say something snarky.

“You know, bragging about your ability before you actually demonstrate it can harm your ability to impress someone….”

Loki heard her, but he also noticed her staring at him with a fierce, unwavering, deeply appreciative glare.

“You can say that, but you like what you see, don’t you?”

He knew Lillian’s heart was racing. He felt how wet she was; his fingers lingered inside her.

“I do like what I see, very much.”

Lillian had no choice but, to be honest once again. Suddenly things seemed like they were taking way too long once again. Much longer, Lillian might change her mind entirely and recoup her professionalism and purpose for this crazy trip.

She spoke up and stepped away slightly.

“Don’t you think we better hurry? I am supposed to be out there still meeting people, and I wouldn’t want to get caught either.”

Loki was indeed very drunk, so she was correct, he better hurry.

“Come here.” he motioned to her.

Loki held her close in his arms, kissing her neck, kissing where the straps of her dress met her warm skin. He gently pushed the material off her shoulders and tugged the rest of her dress until it fell to the wood floor, making a nice pile next to the books. She was now in her Midgardian bra and underwear. She wondered how often he’d seen that?

He picked Lillian up quickly with a surprise; since she wasn’t a tiny thing, this guy definitely worked out. Placing her delicately on the couch, he laid on top of her and pushed her panties aside once again with his long fingers, but this time, he lined his beautiful masterpiece of a cock against her.

“Aren’t you, I mean, do you want me to take off my bra and…,” Lillian shyly wondered aloud as she felt how smooth and hard he was, just almost making his way inside her.

“Nah.”

“No time.”

And with that, Loki lowered his face to Lillian’s neck and pushed himself gently inside her. She gasped. With fury, he found her clit and began moving his fingers around it as he pounded her core. Lillian felt like she was losing consciousness; her thoughts were fleeting; maybe she was too faded to be having sex with the first Asgardian man who gave her some attention…

“Ouch,” Lillian yelped as Loki picked her up by her ass to find a better angle to ram his cock into her.

“Oh…Oh, sorry, am I hurting you, my beauty?”

“You are just a little bigger than I’m used to and honestly, it’s uh, it’s uh…been awhile,” she panted.

“I can tell. Fuuuck. Fuuck.” Loki shouted just as Lillian started yelling in his ear. Usually, that kind of strong reaction would have been incredibly annoying, but Loki immediately loved it.

He felt appreciated and seen.

Lillian was fighting for logic as he pounded her deeper, “Hey, wait, she panted; I’m not on any Earth birth control. Are you on Asgardian birth control?” she queried; who knows if there was even such a thing.

He tried to reply with a few quick breaths, “Oh, don’t worry, Asgardian and Midgardian rarely ever conceive.” He couldn’t hold out any longer; he took a deep breath and came hard inside Lillian.

The intense feeling spurred her orgasm immediately following his; they both gasped for air and were barely able to find any. After several minutes Loki was still breathing heavily, but he found the energy to take his right hand away from behind Lillian’s head and place it on her stomach. This action spurred Lillian from her orgasm coma; with her eyes widening, she saw a faint green light emanating from his fingers. She jumped back from him instinctively.

“What the HELL are you doing?”

Loki spoke, “I know you don’t understand entirely, but I have magic, and I am using it to ensure the insane sex we just had doesn’t produce any illegitimate offspring. It’s to help you feel assured.”

“But you said Midgardian and Asgardian people can’t produce offspring.”

Loki shrugged, “Is caution ever a bad thing with a perfect stranger you just fucked?”

Lillian picked up his hand, pulling it towards her. Inspecting it, “Just checking for LCD lights or something weird like that.”

“I assure you, lady, it was my magic.”

“Well, I agree with what you said earlier; you don’t need it where it matters most.”

Lillian was laughing now, thinking about this gorgeous naked man in front of her, who had just fucked her better than any Earthman had even come close, and he was very inebriated to boot.

“Thank you, you better haste and put your dress back on; I sense the party goers stirring. It’s probably time for dancing, and they will look for me at least.”

“Why would “they” be looking for you?” Lillian said as she pulled her dress over her hips after finding it lying on a copy of “Asgardian herbal treatments for Visitors.”

“Oh, you know. People notice when I’m not around.” Loki said, winking again and maybe trying to cast a line Lillian’s way to see if she’d miss him or if there would be a round two later in the kitchen.

Just as they both looked marginally presentable, and Loki released the magic he had placed on the door lock, Thor burst into the library with his usual exuberance.

“Ah, brother, there you are. And I see you are with the journalist. We’ve been looking for her. Loki, have you two met officially yet?”

Loki and Lillian looked at the floor, to the ceiling, and then back to Thor with equally blank faces.

“Brother?” Lillian finally said aloud.

“Perhaps not then.” Thor laughed and bowed, his leather attire making stretching noises as he bent over.

“Loki, meet Lillian,”

Thor gestured with his long muscular arm toward Lillian. Thor continued, seemingly not noticing their facial expressions, “This is Lillian Devine; she’s here from Midgard to stay with our family. She’s writing a book about us for the Earth people, so we um, are more understandable to them, or something like that.”

“You're writing a book about us?” Loki said coyly.

Why had he thought the journalist was a man? Humored at what had just transpired both in his head and between their bodies, he passed his gaze on to Lillian, waiting for her to somehow help them both out.

“I am appointed by some very official people, I guess, and well, here we are.”

“Here we are.” Loki echoed into space.

He then sharply turned to Thor walking him back towards the library door, “Brother, thank you so much for the lovely introduction. Would you mind getting our guest some more of our special Asgardian punch? I think it might be just what the lady needs on this balmy night. She was just telling me how much she liked it.”

“Balmy? It’s getting chilly outside, brother. Are you feeling okay?” Thor looked over to Lillian, plastering a fake smile across her face with impeccable speed.

Ever the gentleman, Thor walked back to Lillian, “Lady, do you want something more to drink or is my brother speaking out of turn?”

“Oh Thor, sure, thank you. That would be so kind of you.”

“Alright then, I will be back shortly….”

Awkwardly Thor left both Lillian and Loki staring at one another.

“Oh, dear.” Loki finally spoke.

Lillian followed, “I guess I should have asked your name before we had sex?”

“I should have told you my name and who I was. This is my fault. I’m obnoxious and drunk. Would you believe it had been a while since I’ve done anything as crazy as meeting someone at our royal events and fully shagging them during it?”

Lillian wanted to believe Loki, but she wasn’t certain of anything. She had seen the ladies he had been talking to earlier, and she had succumbed to his swagger…

“Maybe?” Lillian finally shrugged while using one of the many library mirrors to check her still slightly messed up hair.

Loki stepped towards her, “I assure you, I am not lying. Much like yourself, It has been quite a while since anyone and especially a while since a human.”

Lillian wondered how to handle this and how to process one of the best orgasms of her life without jumping back into his arms and taking his clothes off once again while being the official royal journalist and having to write about this man!

Loki was also thinking about this new connection he had just made.

“We will be seeing one another quite a bit while you are writing this book, so we better find a way to keep this, us, um you know keep our relationship professional,” Loki offered.

“True enough Prince Loki, I’ll be looking into many closets and sweeping under the stairs, as they say; that’s going to be hard work. We shouldn’t complicate it by, um, continuing anything between us.”

“Oh! I didn’t mean stop seeing one another; we just have to keep it hidden.”

He said with yet another wink. This must be his thing, Lillian thought.

“Oh,” Lillian said, stepping closer to Loki and grabbing him by his leather collar.

“In that case,” she looked over her shoulder quickly to make sure no one was around, and Thor hadn’t yet arrived back with more of the famed Asgardian mead.

She then turned Loki’s head towards hers and kissed him deeply. She spun around and left the open door, leaving Loki speechless for once.

“Wait, what about more punch?” He called to Lillian.

But she was gone, heading back to the ball with a smile bigger than Ohio across her face.

On to Chapter 3

[myfanfictome]

Your Drunk! Kakashi x drunk Reader

Pairing: Kakashi x reader

SUGGESTIVE FLUFFINESS- if thats even-

Warning: a little suggestiveness and a small smooch 8) oh and the reader gets drunk.

You decide to join in on a celebration of a recent victory at a bar, with a good amount of people. most of them were Sensei’s like Kakashi or just close friends You didn’t know why you came, you didn’t want to decline the invitation. but it wasn’t really your scene

you were relieved that Kakashi came, one of the few people you knew at the party. you and Kakashi knew each other for some time and were close friends with each other.

you were about to get up to walk towards Kakashi but he gets occupied by Gai, “KAKASHI!! I CHALLENGE YOU TO DO SHOTS WITH ME, WHOEVER DRINKS THE MOST WINS!!” Gai says with determination

“Haha, sorry Gai I don’t don’t feel up to drinking that much right now, maybe another time,” Kakashi says in his usual calm demeanor reverting his attention back to his book

“KAKASHI don’t tell me you won’t accept my challenge!! ARE YOU INTIMIDATED THAT I MIGHT DRINK MORE THAN YOU!? HAHa!” Kakashi sighs “Oh yes..I am sooo afraid..” he says in his most monotone voice, eyes still stuck to his book

“Was that sarcASMM? I WILL CHALLENGE YOU AGAIN LATER KAKASHI! BE READY!!!!” Gai spins around and sees you “HAHAHA! Y/N! I challenge you to do SHOTS with me”

“shots?.. .like alcohol?” you say with hesitation

“don’t tell me you’ve never drank before!” Asuma chimes in

At this point, Kakashi has everted attention away from his book to observe the situation

“um no, I don’t think I’ve ever drank before” you say in your normal tone “is that strange or something?”

and then suddenly your on a stool with a line of shots in front of you and a bunch of tipsy people chanting “DRINK DRINK! DRINK DRINKK!!!”

you have never had alcohol before, though if this is the time to have some, it would sure be memorable. ‘why the heck not’ you think, ‘It wouldn’t hurt anything let's do it

you suddenly chug on one of the shot cups “BELGHHH that's DISGUSTING!!” you shout after ingesting the beverage

Everyone keeps chanting to drink so you chug another one to please them your cheeks start to flush a red tint “BlEGhh! ok OK, that's the laft none Im'n Drinkingg!”

the whole bar starts laughing as you look around confused “Whast evryone laughing ambout??” Even Kakashi gets a good chuckle at the situation

you fumble around talking and laughing hysterically, jeez who knew alcohol made you this social.. at this point, Kakashi is basically babysitting you for the whole party, you know preventing you from face planting numerous times.

its been at least an hour at this point, and few people have already left You were growing tired and Kakashi noticed you yawned at least ten times in the last two minutes

“Hey Y/n, You think you're ready to go? You sound tired” Kakashi asked “mmm, okay! as long as your with me..tehee,” you said giggly towards the end

Kakashi takes no notice of the flirty tone of your voice and escorts you out of the bar and you two start walking towards your home...

there's somewhat of an awkward silence walking to your home before you speak

“Kakashi ᶦ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ⁻⁻.:” you say, too quiet and slurred for him to understand. He leans in closer to hear what you said, “hm?” he says wanting you to repeat.

“I want to,” you say as you pull his mask down and suddenly kiss him, catching him off guard, the kiss lasts longer than it probably should’ve,

 Kakashi finally snapping out of it and pulling away and quickly pulling his mask back up

“kiss you..” you say breathily after you two break apart

he’s utterly shocked to his core, staring at you in disbelief you stare back at him with a half-lidded drunken smile

he finally starts speaking..barely speaking in words stuttering. he finally finds composure and looks back at you with his closed eye smile, blushing like crazy under his mask.

“That's sweet y/n, but your drunk. you're not in the right state of min-“

“Did youu not llikke it?” you cut him off drunkenly, looking at him with sad eyes

He doesn’t know what to say he starts looking off to the side, he looks like he’s deep in thought

“We have to get you home, it's getting late.” he states before you can speak and starts walking away swiftly getting ahead by a fair amount

you follow, trying to catch up. “wait but didnnt say if yoou liked-“ 

“we’re almost a few blocks away” he quickly cuts you off

he’s walking REALLY fast you have to start jogging to catch up almost face planting you start to mutter “But you-“

“and we’re here.” he cuts you off once again Wow, you're already at your front door? jeez, that was quick...

you were panting and getting dizzy, almost falling in the process of going up the steps to your door. Kakashi behind you holding his hands out ready to catch you if you fell.

when you got up to your front door you look back at Kakashi, already starting to walk away

“waittt” you tug his sleeve stopping him in his tracks he turns around looking at you cautiously

“Can you stay Kakashi? I don’t feel very good” you slurred towards the end looking at him with doe eyes

He walks closer to you putting the back of his hand on your forehead “hm, you are hot” He states

( Hehe, thanks Kakashi (8,I am hot ) 

he starts contemplating before replying “fine I'll stay, only to make sure your okay” 

“Yayy!!” you say happily

He walks in and gets your shower ready for you. he walks to the kitchen and reads his Icha Icha as you shower

15 minutes later

“I'm done!” you yell from your bedroom “Okay! come out and ill make some soup”

And so you did

he was squatting looking for a pot in the bottom shelf before standing up and locking eyes with BOOM

you, y/n in a SHEET a white thin SHEET

“Y/N!” he almost yells “PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!” “Kakashi~ what's wrong?” you say innocently

He starts frantically nudging you back into your bedroom while covering his eyes

he closes the door behind you, turns around, and starts trying to comprehend what he just saw, he is FLUSTERED. blushing from ear to ear...

when he finishes recovering for a minute he knocks asking if you're dressed “Yeah I am!” you say

He opens up the door “NO YOUR NOT!!” 

“But you said to put something on, I did~!” you say while your obviously in your BRA and PANTIES sitting on the bed

He has his hand over his mouth staring over his shoulder in shock trying to gain his composure, he is so glad you can’t see him blushing underneath his mask right now.

he takes a breath “I'm going to get you some water okay? put something over yourself please”

you nod in reply

He walks out and closes the door behind him he gets the glass of water, still in his headspace

he opens the door and comes to your bedside placing the water on your nightstand.

he tucks you in very gently, 

like this man should be a part-time mother or babysitter…Oh wait, he kinda already is for Naruto and Sasuke

he saw that your eyes were closed and he started to leave before he could walk away he feels his arm being tugged he looked back at you

“Kakashi~ please stay with me,” you say sleepily

“Sorry, I have to go” he replies

he feels himself being pulled towards you

you are really close to him now, you start nibbling and kissing his neck, it felt a little weird for you since he had his mask on

“Y/n, your drunk” he states a bit flustered trying to move your hands away

“No I’m not~~” you say sounding obviously drunk

you start to get frustrated at his mask

“mmph..stupid mask” you mutter starting to take off his mask inching it off his face, your other hand settling on his neck

he could smell the alcohol on your breath now

Right before you could take the mask off his face, he firmly moved you away from him... He looks serious now

“Y/n, If I want to continue to be a respectable man I can’t let you do this, it's hard to control myself when you're so close to me. you don’t know what your doing"

you look up at him a bit intimidated

He softens his tone “I'm going to go now alright? get some sleep”

He tucks you back in and gets up to leave

“I'm sorry Kakashi,” you say quietly before he walks out

He looks back at you before leaving out of the window “It's okay y/n” he gives you his sweet signature smile

you smile back and roll back over to sleep

then he finally takes his leave

____________________

“hey Kakashi, I do anything weird when I was drunk last night?”

“hahaha nahhhhh nothing at all nope hhaah.....”

HOPE YOU LIKE THIS FIC 8)

[persimmonsimmer]

In Meda’s experience, books had a funny way of piling up faster than she could ever read them. Between tending to her garden, taking care of the other Panorama residents, and running her little shop, she had precious few free hours for reading. And yet whenever a new medical tome, journal, or herbology guide crossed her path, she had to have it.

Many of the traders who visited Panorama knew this well, and went out of their way to source new books for her--and then to charge her premium prices for them. But what was she to do? Let these books, full of their old lost knowledge, slip through her fingers? Any one of them could be life-changing for the residents of Panorama: perhaps one of them might help her understand at last the nature of Anna’s illness, or provide a better means of warding off infection, or explain a more conclusive way to test for a particular illness. So she paid what the traders asked (not without some grumbling) and her collection grew.

Today, with the twins at school, she finally had time to look over some of her newer acquisitions. She pulled one down and leafed through. It was soon apparent that this book, dense with descriptions of high-tech medical devices and testing protocols, wouldn’t be of any use to her, at least for the time being. Maybe someday. For now, she placed it back on the shelf and selected the next--a slightly slimmer volume on herbal remedies.

Her eyes skimmed the pages quickly. Natural remedy books were of more practical use to her, but she had read so many of them by now that it was rare to find anything new. A sore throat, a light fever, a sniffle--she already knew how to treat all of these.

This volume had a more extensive section on pregnancy than most, which Meda lingered over. A couple of herbal tinctures meant to counteract fatigue and morning sickness were interesting. She would make a note to do more research.

She skimmed the next paragraphs. Then did a double take. Reread. Her mouth dropped open as she absorbed what she’d read.

Now this. She read it again. The method was quite clear, but questions sprang to mind. Dosage? Side effects? Efficacy? It would require more research, but still--this could be life changing.

She remembered something vague, something she’d come across in a different book a while ago but not understood at the time. Setting this one down carefully, she returned to the shelf to look for the other book.

“Leaves are all raked. Till the next gust of wind knocks more of them down, at least,” Jeremy said, entering just as Meda was pulling down the book she’d been seeking. One look at her intense and preoccupied expression told him she wasn’t interested in hearing about leaves at the moment. “Discovering something good?” he asked. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Meda nodded, only half hearing. There was so much researching to be done. She couldn’t wait.

[high-functioning-lokipath]

All About Eavesdropping - Loki x Reader - Words: 1,835

“You want us to what?” You yelled. 

“I need you and Elsa here to go to Greenland for about a month,” Tony said. You stared at him from across his worktable in his lab. 

“Why in Valhalla would we need to do that, Stark?” Loki retorted. “And don’t call me Elsa.” Tony had called the two of you in there right after breakfast saying that he had a very important job for you. This, however, did not seem to be all that special.

“For purely scientific purposes, of course,” He replied, mouthful of blueberries.

“And those would be?” You sighed, facedesking. 

“The new winter stealth suits I designed. I need them tested in the field. I’ve run as many lab tests as possible but,” Tony shrugged. “Field tests are absolutely necessary. Everything you’ll need is either in these boxes or in the house in Greenland. If you want to take any other personal stuff you’ll want to grab it before you leave.”

“And you think we’re the best for the job?” You asked.

“He’s already a popsicle so if it gets too cold he can deal with it and you can heal yourself or him anyway,” Tony said like it was the most logical thing in the world. Loki tensed at his words but didn’t say anything about it.

“Fine,” Loki grunted. He grabbed the box Tony had marked for him and headed for the doors. 

“You leave at 6! Don’t be late!” 

“I wouldn’t dare disappoint you, Stark,” Loki sassed before finally stalking out. 

“Have fun!” Tony grinned at you, wiggling his eyebrows. 

“First of all, perv. Second of all, ain’t gonna happen!” You replied. “Why are you doing this? This whole thing is a direct attack on a part of him he doesn’t like to address!” 

“Well I figured he has to grow up one day and deal with it. We all have inner demons to fight. I figured I’d help him.”

“A bit not good there, Sherlock.” Tony snorted in laughter and shook his head. 

“Would you rather I send him with Steve?” Your eyes widened comically.

“Nope!” You exclaimed, popping the p. “I think we’ll do just fine.” You grabbed your box and headed out as well.   

By 6 o'clock, the two of you were flying out on one of Tony's jets. "So, what do you think of the new suits?" You asked Loki, trying to make some conversation.

"They are no match for true Asgardian leather and would be greatly improved by at least a cape," He replied sounding rather bored. 

"Oh," You said. "How exactly are we to be testing the suits again? I forget what Tony said."

"He said nothing, darling. It was all in his infernal little packet." You blushed lightly at the pet name and nodded. 

"Alright, well, I guess I'm just going to," You paused, unsure of what to do. It was obvious Loki was not interested in conversation but there wasn't much to do on the jet. "I'm just going to sit over there," You said, getting up quickly and moving to the other side of the jet. The rest of the flight was quiet, Loki only speaking up to alert you that you were about to land. 

"Surely the man of iron could not possibly want us to stay here," Loki said, getting out and seeing the small house.

"Maybe it's bigger on the inside," You said hopefully. Gathering your few things, you both headed in. "Oh this is so much worse," You groaned. The large main room consisted of the dining and living rooms and the kitchen. However, it was very sparsely decorated. You could see a stack of groceries in the kitchen along with a note. Loki wandered off to explore the bathroom and bedrooms, you assumed, while you read the note. 

"Find anything of interest?" Loki called out, surprising you.

"Just that Tony said if we didn't like the food or somehow ran out there's a grocery store about 10 miles away."

"And just how does he expect us to go there?" Loki yelled, getting increasingly frustrated. 

"The note says our transportation is out back." You walked down the small hallway to the back door and looked outside. Stifling a laugh you called out, "Hey, Loki! I think your ex is here!"

"My who?" Loki replied, very confused. "I have no 'exes', as you call them, on Midgard." You smirked and moved aside so Loki could look. When he saw what was in the backyard, a strange look crossed over his face. "Run," He said in a dangerously calm voice. 

"I beg your pardon?" You replied.

"Run if you don't want to lose your phone," He smirked back. You laughed but you did take off running. He chased you back out to the main room but you ran out the front door. "Don't think you can escape me!" He called out. 

"Wanna bet?" You called back, running to the backyard. You quickly jumped on one of the two horses you had seen and took off. 

"Oh, you'll regret saying that, my dear," Loki grinned, getting on the other horse and taking off after you. 

The next few days continued in a similar pattern. There wasn't much to do so you and Loki would often spend your time exploring the woods behind the house or riding the horses or just talking. Loki had warmed up to you quite a bit, pun intended, and you were quite happy. Of course, you recorded the events of each day in your diary. Well, it was less of a diary and more of a collection of special moments you wanted to remember and sketches you'd made. You had just finished writing today's events when you heard a loud clatter and Loki call you from the kitchen.

"Y/N!" He said. "Can you come here please?" You quickly put your notebook in the nightstand drawer and hurried out to the kitchen.

"What in the world happened, Loki?" You exclaimed, holding back a laugh. Loki was laying on the floor, covered in a mixture of flour and eggs it seemed, with various cups and bowls around him. 

"I was attempting to reach a mixing bowl on the top shelf when I slipped on an egg and pulled the shelf down," He admitted.

"You're telling the truth!" You gasped, openly chuckling at the situation now.

"Of course, love! I couldn't lie to you." You blushed brightly, as he often made you do with those pet names. 

"Uh, well," You stuttered. "Why don't you go wash up and I'll finish," You paused, glancing around. "Whatever you were making."

"I was attempting to make breakfast," He grinned. "But I think I should make myself clean instead, hm?" 

"Yes, you should," You smirked. "Wouldn't want anyone thinking you were greying early."

"You-" He exclaimed, standing quickly. For a moment you thought he was truly angry, but his eyes sparkled with mischief. He reached onto the counter and threw a handful of flour at you before running off to the bathroom. You laughed, dusted yourself off, and got to work on breakfast.

About an hour later, he came back out and sat across you at the counter. "Your breakfast, my prince," You smiled, presenting him his plate. He smiled and you ate in silence for a time. 

"I've been reading a lot lately," He commented. 

"Mhm," You replied, mouthful of syrupy pancakes. 

"The last book I read had some rather interesting sketches in it too."

"Really?" You asked, truly interested. "I love art. Can you show it to me?" You took a large gulp of milk as he replied.

"My dear," He said, setting down his fork. "I read your diary." You coughed, almost choking on your ill-timed drink. 

"You what?" You screeched. "How dare you invade my privacy like that and-"

"Don't you care to know what I thought?" He interrupted.

"Why? So you can laugh at me, oh Mr. High-and-" He cut you off by leaning over the counter and kissing you earnestly. "Oh, that's nice," You said once you pulled away. 

"Just nice?" He smirked. "I guess I'll have to work on that." He kissed you once more before you pulled away, cheeks flushed and eyes wide.

"I just remembered something!" You gasped. 

"What's wrong?" You quickly pulled out the pamphlet Tony had made you about the suit testing. You then gestured to a paragraph under a subheading of RECORDING ANY AND ALL TEST RESULTS

ALL TEST RESULTS MUST BE RECORDED BY THE TESTERS USING THE STEPS LISTED. TO ENSURE NOTHING IS MISSED, HOWEVER, THE HOUSE WILL ALSO BE UNDER 24/7 SURVEILLANCE TO TRACK ANY UNRECORDED RESULTS.

OUTSIDE - AUDIO/VIDEO

INSIDE - AUDIO ONLY

Loki grinned and leaned into you, lips brushing against your ear. He whispered something and you giggled. "Loki!" You gasped. "We can’t do that here!"

"Oh, yes," He purred. "We can do it anywhere we want if we're creative enough." 

"But outside is so much more exciting," You grinned. "So," you paused, struggling to find the right word. "Freeing!"

"Please do not do anything outdoors where I can see!" You heard a loud voice yell. You both quickly realized it was coming from the monitoring system.

"Steve? Is that you?" You called back with a chuckle. 

"Yeah, Tony insisted I take a turn on guard duty," He grumbled. "Look, I'm sorry I interrupted," He paused awkwardly. "Whatever you were doing but could you please not do it outside? Outside has cameras." Loki laughed loudly and you did too. 

"We really didn't mean to prank you, Cap. I thought Tony was on the other end of that mic."

"I however have no objections to how this turned out," Loki added. You whacked him arm lightly and shook your head. "Truthfully, though, we were only speaking of testing another aspect of the suit. I whispered to Y/N my idea and-"

"I get it," Cap replied quickly. You couldn't see him but you could tell he was embarrassed. "I'll make you two a deal. Behave yourselves, finish the tests, and get home early and I'll help you prank Tony here in the tower. Ok?"

"You have yourself a deal, Captain," Loki grinned. 

"Alright. I'm going to take a nap now. Don't do anything stupid."

"Oh we won't," Loki smirked, wrapping his arms around you and planting light kisses on your neck.

"Loki!" You squealed.

"Do you want to prank Tony or not?" Steve yelled. "I can't see you but I can hear you! And that didn't sound like suit testing. Get to work! If you do as you're supposed to, you'll be done in a week."

"Yes, sir," You both grumbled. Loki, ever the mischief maker, wasn't about to let up. He grabbed a towel and twirled it, smacking your backside with it as you walked away. 

"What was that for?" You asked.

"Loki, did you just-"

"For purely scientific purposes, I assure you," He replied. Steve groaned in frustration.

"This is gonna be a long week."

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[thatoneteadrinker666]

Hi, hello, it's been a while I'm sorry,, anyway I've returned might be working on a small something for the exterminator au because it grants me serotonin haha, but on a scale of one to extremely how agressive do you think Wilbur would get if Tommy (or just any human-) got close to Niki/her cage.

The image of Wilbur showing food agression but ONLY over Niki is very funny to me sksksk since as we know Niki has a one of a kind taste to Wilbur and he won't even eat her himself.

I think Tommy going over to Wilburs and Wilbur going to do something telling him "hey don't leave this room, okay?" and Tommy ignoring him (because of course he would) and then Tommy coming across Niki and Wilbur comes across Tommy and thinks he's going to eat her (seeing as he believes Tommy is addicted to borrowers too-) and then maybe Wilbur gives Tommy some borrowers (like maybe he keeps a cage of them for little snacks, I think it was mentioned earlier or was that more of a one off thing because he found a large colony?) And he's very firm (and maybe a bit scary) about telling Tommy very seriously he's NOT allowed to touch Niki.

And Tommy who isn't actually addicted to borrowers is like "uhh- okay?" Then makes a silent mission to somehow save Niki before it's too late 😭 (but ofc Wilburs not going to easily give up Niki-)

I was going to say maybe Wilbur gave Tommy Philza and Techno before remembering Well- they already met their fate 😔🙏 R.I.P

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On a scale of not aggressive to aggressive when it comes to people going near Niki, Wilbur would be EXTREMELY aggressive. Because that’s HIS food and he caught it!

ya know,,, that little idea gave me motivation for a snippet. Just a little one :)

uhh vore under the cut (tho this is also a vore au so idk why someone would read this if they didn’t like that ahahahahaha)

Anyway

Tommy wasn’t sure what he expected Wilbur’s house to look like. Maybe full of traps and equipment and death? But instead, as he followed his friend through the door, he saw that it looked… normal. Despite what Tommy knew Wilbur did for a living, it wasn’t the doom and gloom he expected. Just a nice house.

“I’ll go get some drinks and snacks. You stay here, in the living room.” Wilbur instructed, pointing at the couch before striding off somewhere else inside the house, humming.

Tommy blinked. While that definitely was an order, he didn’t feel like staying there. It was boring. Wilbur got to see his whole house all the time. It was only fair for Tommy to see his. So he began his wandering, quietly.

There was a guest room, a couple bathrooms, and the kitchen. The other rooms were boring, and Wilbur had vanished somewhere else in the house, so he’d check out the kitchen. Growing boy needed his food.

Tommy entered the kitchen and paused. There was a small, hamster looking cage thing. He didn’t remember Wil having any pets. The boy scooted around the island and peered inside.

“Oh…fuck…” It was a borrower. A small, frightened looking borrower hiding in shavings and weeping. Tommy reached for the cage, preparing to scoop them out and hide them in a pocket.

Like a flash, Wilbur appeared and leapt across the room, shoving Tommy aside, hissing and baring his teeth. He snatched up the cage and held it close to his chest. “This one is mine! Don’t touch it!”

Tommy stumbled, yelping. He stared with horror at his friend. It was like Wilbur had changed. Gone from a proper human to… something else. Something hungry and dangerous and fierce. “B-big man?”

“You can’t have this one. This one is off limits. She’s mine.” Wilbur snarled, peering into the cage before putting it on a high shelf.

Oh. Oh no. Wilbur thought that he- that he wanted to eat the borrower. Tommy held his stomach, feeling ill suddenly. That’s right. Wilbur thought he’d actually eaten those two borrowers a while back. He must think that Tommy was like him now. Tommy did not want to be like him. Not anymore.

Tommy snuck a glance up at the tall shelf. Wilbur was keeping that borrower alive for some reason. Something dastardly. He couldn’t think of a reason why, but he doubted they had much longer to live. He decided that soon, somehow, he’d get that poor borrower away from Wil.

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just a very small snippet that came to mind and I had to write it down :)

But yes, while Wilbur will share his other borrowers with Tommy, Niki is his. The one of a kind taste, the delicious fear scent, that’s all HIS. His only. Tommy would have a big job ahead of him if he ever wanted to try saving Niki from Wil. Wilbur won’t give her up without a fight, that’s for sure :)

haha yes they are very much not coming back. Here in the angst zone we love killing off characters :)

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Ah I just read like 5 of your head cannons they're amazing! Could you write about the M9 reacting to a fighter s/o using magic for the fist time, and the s/o explaining that they haven't used it cause it scares them?

Thank you so much ☺️! It turned out a bit longer than I intended but more content is good right? I tried to get some variety in the types of magic users to kudos to anyone who figures out the (sub)classes. Thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy this one 😘

Caleb:

Caleb, observant as he is caught on the fact you had more knowledge of the arcane than you let people believe. You knew things someone not schooled in some kind of magic wouldn’t have the faintest clue about. It may have left him a bit suspicious of you in the beginning but over time he saw no malicious intent or a connection to the people he’d rather distance himself from.

The first time Caleb noticed you cast a spell, you spoke the familiar words combined with the motions to deflect a hit from an enemy mid battle that otherwise might have been the death of you. You thought no one had noticed but Caleb had, and he recognised the shield spell you used. He saw you flinch the moment you cast it and fear in your eyes as if you were waiting for an aftermath. It never came but you were on edge for the next few hours.

Approaching you after noticing you were still on edge, nervously fidgeting with a coin in your hand to get rid of the more obvious jitters, you denied all claims. If Caleb is good at anything it’s providing a verbal slap in the face through reality check and calling out your bullshit. He wouldn’t press for answers because your past is your past and he had no right to demand it if you were not willingly offering it.

It took you some time but you came clean. You told him how your relationship with practical magics is destructive and hurts people. Because of that you vowed to distance yourself from magic altogether but sometimes you slip and hope no one notices and no ill effects follow you casting any spell. Caleb understands, better than anyone perhaps. He admires your restraint and capability of stepping away from the thing that causes you so much pain; something he never could.

If you’re able to and with your consent Caleb would help you work through your fears, only for your own wellbeing because one thing is undeniable; your magic is part of you and if you never learn to live with it, that it is part of you, you might never be able to accept it. What happens when you’re unable to fear the magic? Will you instead turn to fear yourself like he had himself for so long? No, if he can spare you a fate like that he’d do anything.

Beau:

You never hid the fact you were schooled in the arcane. It just never clicked you are actually a very capable spellcaster especially donned in battle worn armour and your tastes for sharp edged pointy things, and a ‘will cut a bitch’ attitude whenever someone comes for you or those close to you.

Perhaps a little ashamed to admit the first time Beau actually saw you cast a spell it was a simple mage hand cantrip. You couldn’t reach a book on a high shelf at the Archive and you thought it disrespectful to physically climb the bookcases to get it. Beau may or may not have been watching you, more like admiring your muscle. Nothing better than a strong, gorgeous ripped bookworm. Mouth agape you caught Beau staring. You had to snap her out of it. Beau had a million questions, maybe half of them flirty. You answered her questions best you could, even the flirty ones but when it got to where you learned magic you sort of just shut down so she dropped the subject. Beau knows how to read the room no matter how much she might want to press for answers. She’ll refrain. For now.

This doesn’t mean Beau drops the subject entirely for all future reference though. She’d leave hooks for you in case you’d be in a more talkative mood and grow frustrated when you ignored or brushed off the so-many-eth attempt to get you to spill some beans. One day she sat you down, giving you one more chance to tell her what’s going on. If you wanted to tell her, you could. If not, she’d never ask again or try to get you to talk about it.

That’s when you broke down, explaining all the terrible memories of your ‘studies’. You were the only child in a long line of powerful mages to barely be able to cast a cantrip growing up. You were a disappointment and disgrace to your family. Rigorous hours practicing and studying from dawn til dusk without breaks. Not being allowed to go outside and play with friends until you got this one thing right. Nevermind the fact that your family let it be known you were a disappointment.

You’d been working hard already to break the circle but couldn’t prevent the bad memories haunting you every time you felt like you had to cast a spell. No matter how far you ran, whenever you reached for the components, spoke the words or performed the somatics, you were hit with a sense of incompetence. Beau’s not unfamiliar to the need of living up to the expectations of family. She’d be there for you if you wanted to take up magic on your own terms or distance yourself from magic entirely.

Fjord:

Didn’t have a single clue you were magically inclined. But to be fair you never gave anyone a reason to believe you were. You were born with magic and you had seen what developing those abilities had done to others like you. You like yourself the way you are and would very much prefer not to fall into the servitude of some evil entity in the hunger for more power.

You’d seen Fjord spiral into the clutches of his patron and saw him struggle to get away from the leviathan. Ritualistically you tapped into the power bestowed upon you to search for a way to break the pact between warlock and patron. Of course it was doable and your powers could show you the way but you needed to get stronger first…

Fjord grew worried. You’d begun talking to yourself, spending nights awake and an odd sense of paranoia had grasped you. A storm hit once and you had nowhere to shelter. The little voice in your head came back. You could stop that storm. All it would take is a little tiny taste. When you agreed you had no control over yourself. Hand held up to the sky, eyes white and skin ashen, a bright light emitted and the clouds disappeared. Needless to say this did not go unnoticed by anyone.

Obligatory endless questions. Obligatory none answered. You retreated within your shell choosing to ignore your surroundings and feeling the nagging in the back of your head. Fjord heard you speaking to yourself at night. Asking the skies if it was worth it. Worth what? You heard him and just because the voice in the back of your head told you not to, you told Fjord everything; how you had been trying to find a way to keep Uk’otoa at bay, how to break his connection with his patron and give him freedom and what would happen to you if you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching for more after completing that goal.

Fjord refuses to let you sacrifice yourself for his freedom. He’d rather have you fighting the evils of the world at his side than end up fighting you in an attempt to save yourself from what you might become. The two of you would work together to repress the inkling for more power and keep your powers at bay and under control. While you might want to see it differently, for the good of everything you’d stay far away from any magical forces seeking to awaken the power you were born with.

Veth:

Veth made it clear she would not understand why anyone would pass on the opportunity to learn or develop magical abilities should they be available to them. She literally spoke those words and you just nodded along changing the subject. You’d rather not lie but is this lie by omission?

It was an emergency. A fight had gone south and you were losing quickly. Clerics on their last legs, a wizard down being dragged away by the monk and Veth running in arrows blazing and screaming to protect her friends. You had to get out and none of you were quick enough at this point to all get out. So you did what you had to do. A quick expeditious retreat resulted in conveniently released magic missiles at your enemies, grabbing the halfling who got out some last shots you misty stepped your way to safety. You shouted to the others you were safe immediately knowing to keep your mouth shut for the next minute. Bless the gods the surges weren’t that bad this time.

Safely returned Veth commented on what you did. Did you take those scrolls? Did you buy that misty step enchanted item after all? Those were the only logical explanations right? Yes but they weren’t true. So you told Veth the truth. No scrolls or enchanted items were involved. Why didn’t you tell anyone you could do that?! It would have been so helpful in the past! Look how many buttons you could have helped her get!

You calmly explained her you could cast spells and were actually quite good at it one point your magic is dangerous, and the surges uncontrollable the state you’re at. While this time the reward by far exceeded the risks in this situation, you’d rather prevent killing those around you in a blaze of glory if you can. Wild magic surges are no joke and you’re so afraid of hurting the people you care about you’d rather step away from magic completely than live with the knowledge you could be the end of your friends and family.

Veth still has a hard time understanding your reasoning being prone to risky behaviour herself but accepts your views and respects your decisions. While you may not practice magic you still know it and after some persuasion, the woman gets you to teach her a thing or two. Of course all used for the good of mankind of course…. She just failed to specify who’s.

Jester:

You’re a special one. The Traveler told her so after all! He just didn’t tell her in what way specifically but you are special! That Traveler of hers may know a bit more than you’re comfortable with so you’ve been wary of the green cloak should he see the need to reveal your secrets. Luckily he cares about Jester and revealing your secrets would hurt you and you being hurt makes Jester upset so you can take comfort in the Traveler’s attachment to the tiefling.

Pixies came to haunt you in the night. They were meant to send you a message. Someone wanted you to stop running and accept your fate. Pissed off as you were you fought them off but when some tried to get away and your bow out of reach you were forced to release the bursts of bright green energy. Regret hit followed by fear. What if your patron could find you now? What if they came to get you or tried to hurt your friends to get you to cooperate? You will never be a puppet again and if a cantrip screwed this up for you….

“Oh. My. Gosh. Why did you never tell me you could do magic?” Jester exclaimed waking up Fjord just to tell him your eldritch blasts looked so much cooler than his. Guess the cat’s out of the bag… You had to prevent Jester from waking up the others to tell them you’d just gotten even cooler than you already were.

Successfully sending the others back to sleep you took Jester aside. Your hands still shaking, you asked her to talk to her god and ask him if he knew someone might be looking for you and getting close. The Traveler obliged but he wanted to hear the story behind your predicament. You told Jester everything ignoring the green hooded figure. How a being from another realm tricked you into an agreement. From then on you became a warlock.

You didn’t like being a warlock and you being stuck in such a binding deal lead to a very abusive relation between you and your patron so you did everything in your power to get away from them. Luckily crossing the planes is a lot more difficult and limits their capabilities quite a bit. Jester promised she’d protect you and of course the Traveler can be your new god so he’ll protect you too. Both you and the Traveler might not have been in full agreement with this statement. Jester understands you wanting to be far away and never see your patron again. She’s seen her mom get rid of the people getting a little too close for comfort or too attached and possessive so she knows how to deal with them.

Caduceus:

From the beginning you knew you couldn’t hide anything from Caduceus no matter how hard you tried. This lead you to just never specify anything. If he picked up on thing and asked about them then you’d answer, if not, you weren’t just going to say anything. Not even to explain yourself. Let him draw his own conclusions.

You may once have been a devout follower of your god, the one who bestowed upon you the powers you’d need to uphold their tenets but you veered from that path. Not everything is as black and white as some people claim it to be. You learned the hard way afraid of repeating your mistakes you’d only revert to your old habits in the most dire situations.

Caduceus had gone down. Jester was too far away and you were the only one able to get to him in time but you were out of healing potions. A quick lay on hands later and Caduceus was back on his feet albeit a bit confused about how you had managed to get him back to the land of the living. Talk later, he told you after seeing you mortified of what you had just done through the relief of seeing Caduceus alive.

Talk later you did. You couldn’t run away from your problems. Caduceus wouldn’t let you. You told him how you had done terrible things, hurt people because your god willed it so. You thought you were doing the right thing until you were faced with the truth and consequences. That’s when you stepped away from your life as a paladin; a vessel for your god.

You kept the sword but refused to use the magic; proof of your ability to hurt people who were worthy of redemption. Over many months Caduceus would help you see that your magic is nothing to be afraid of as long as you wield it with a good conscious and to protect instead of seek vengeance. There’s a fine line between being righteous and being just. The Wildmother taught him as much. Maybe she could through him, show you the same?

Yasha:

Whenever someone played a happy tune or began singing you’d retreat and block out your surroundings or find anything you could to distract you from the sound. Yasha just thought music’s not for everyone and maybe these songs and melodies just were’t your style. However when you asked her to please stop humming a tune while you had watch together she became a bit suspicious.

Spending some downtime at a tavern, deep in your cups Yasha was being bothered by a rather persistent asshole. On the verge of a fight breaking out you stepped in front of the barbarian and in a singsong voice told the asshole to kindly piss off and find company elsewhere with someone actually interested. The act alone made your stomach churn so you ran off.

You didn’t like controlling people. It didn’t even take a rhyme or proper verse. All it took was some booze and a melody in your head. This couldn’t happen again. Yasha had come after you to check on you and when you told her to stop, she stopped, frozen in place unable to move. You immediately dropped the accidental spell you cast putting distance between you and Yasha.

Yasha assured her it was fine and with your permission approached. A hug from the gentle goth was all it took for you to turn into a sobbing mess. When the sobs calmed down you told Yasha how you were cursed with your voice. Song and rhymes, tunes and melodies constantly plagued you afraid you’d go along with them and people got hurt because you couldn’t control your voice.

For the longest time you were uncomfortable using your voice but with your permission Yasha would help you practice. She can take a hit if you lose control badly but this fear is no good for you. She’ll play sweet serenades, some prettier than others as she too needs practice, the both of you can practice together learning and relearning the things you grew to love together.

Mollymauk:

Mollymauk doesn’t care about your shit. Everyone hides something and as long as those secrets aren’t a danger to those around you it’s all fine. Though he can’t deny being a bit curious when you snuck off to burn a suspicious stack of paper…. lighting the flame without tinder, flint and steel, or anything.

The next few weeks involved Molly trying to get you to use magic again, asking you to do small tasks much easier to complete with magic than they would be manually. You didn’t budge. Somehow he couldn’t get you to do anything. You’d complete the task the hard way each and every time. He began to wonder if he might have imagined the whole thing.

He spent the whole night tossing and turning until he decided to give up on sleep and just face you with the question to be done with it. You were gone, the light of a fire a bit away from the rest of the group. He found you watching the flames, tears in your eyes and devoid of all emotion. He’d seen Caleb in a similar state before. That’s when it hit him. This was pain, fear and trauma and you’re disassociating to get through this.

Sitting down next to you he’d place a hand on your shoulder, when you don’t stop him he’d wrap it around your shoulder letting you know he’s here for you when you need him. His views don’t change. Everyone is entitled to their secrets and keeping their lives to themselves. If you want to talk, he’s here but he’d accept your silence too despite his curiosity. Luckily for his curiosity, you told him everything. The torments of the past and the family you lost, the pain you’ve caused countless others and how you’re trying to pay your penance and make right your wrongs.

You’re glad to have Molly at your side be that to cheer you up or listen to you. He’s there whenever you need him and will take no for an answer when you don’t want to talk about something. He won’t ask for further details but will do anything to show you you’re on the right path and leaving a place better than you found it when you can’t see it.

[p4lparker]

I’ll Save You

It was scary. After everything we'd been through; Crazy Peter Hale, Hunters and a Kanima. This was by far the worst threat we'd faced.

Virgin sacrifices.

For who knows what purpose, but still at four sacrifices, we were beginning to worry. I'd try to go through the school day- learning as normal, but all of my focus laid with a blurred face of a mutilated teenager. The next victim. Scott was worried, we had no idea who was behind this, and anyone could be next. Well not just anyone, only people who hadn't done the do just yet. I'd been keeping my eyes and ears peeled for any sign of a clue or something to help us protect people, but I had nothing. Stiles was working over drive, writing on his crime board and furiously trying to figure out a pattern or a way to put an end to it all. But no dice, and I could tell he was becoming increasingly upset by that. We were in his room. I watched as he wrote something on his board then wiped it off moments later, I watched as he tapped his pen against his teeth. I watched as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration, he tugged at the ends and groaned from the lack of inspiration and partially the pain I'm guessing. I stayed studying him from my position on the bed.

"Hey, we'll work it out- don't worry.." I said to him, trying to soothe his obviously frayed nerves. As he turned d to face me; I took my chance to really look at him. His face was pale, his skin looking as if he were ill, the bags under his eyes looked as if they had bags. I could see the stubble decorating the bottom half of his face, him being so focused on trying to keep people alive- shaving had slipped his mind. I saw the rumpled clothes covering his body, as if he'd just grabbed them from the floor, I saw the twinkle that was usually in his chocolatey gaze- was missing. All in all, Stiles Stilinski was a mess.

 "Yeah, we'll figure it out Y/N. But how many others have to die. Be sacrifices before we do. It might be someone we know next time... One of our friends! And we can’t do shit, cause we're a bunch of scared kids who are in over our heads. We can't protect anyone, especially not ourselves!" Was the snapped answer I received. I just stayed frozen in my place. My eyes wide and head angled back slightly in shock. I bit my lip, before I looked away from him. Not wanting him to see how hurt his words and tone of voice had made me feel. It was kind of lame, to be so upset by frustrated words; but Stiles had never, ever spoken to me like that. And it was a shock to the system to say the least. I looked down at the book in my lap, my fingers brushing against the page absent minded manner- trying to distract myself.

"You're right. I guess we should stop bothering then yeah? Let whatever it is take kids and murder them for no reason.. Other than them being virgins. Cause we're useless and can't win right?" I hissed, as an anger bubbled up inside me. Stiles had never spoken to me like that, and I wasn't going to let him start now. I let my eyes lift to watch as his shoulders tensed. “Maybe we should just throw all of this away and turn our backs on everything huh?” I stated, my voice getting stronger with each word- the anger fuelling me. As I shoved all of the books covering Stiles’ bed and my legs onto the floor. I stood up and stared at him-trying to prove a point before yanking up my bag and jacket. I flung open the door and stormed out. With each step I felt anger surging me further out of the house- it burned fiercely and forced me into my car, I drove myself home and settled in for the night. Slamming open the door, giving it the same treatment to close it. I stomped to my room- flinging clothes off as I went. Yanking on sleep clothes and throwing myself into bed for the night. I drifted off eventually, but it was into a fitful nights sleep.

The next morning I woke up in a similar mood to the one I went to bed in. I could still feel the rage simmering underneath my skin. Going through the motions of getting ready for the day; I soon arrived at school and was able to ignore Stiles in person, instead of just avoiding his messages and calls. Every chance I got, I avoided him. Not wanting to be near him until I calmed down. At the end of the day, he approached me cautiously; head bowed sheepishly, hands fidgeting with each other and his bottom lip pulled between his teeth. And it made my heart stutter at how he presented himself. His body language screamed that he was asking for forgiveness, and I thought I’d let him stew a little longer for my own selfish enjoyment before granting the reconciliation I’d already planned to give him. I looked at him from the corner of my eye and with my books and bag; waltzed from the building and to the parking lot. I smiled to myself as I rest against Stiles’ jeep and waited for him to make an appearance. I watched as he walked to the car, head still bowed and fingers still fidgeting- but now with the keys, he hadn’t noticed me yet.

“Stilinski!” I called, watching as his body jerked in surprise. His arms flying out to ward off an oncoming attacker; not that it would do much good. His head swinging up at a pace that obviously gave him a crick in his neck from the way he gripped it. His gaze was wide and worried until he spotted me leaning against the hood of the car. I smiled slightly and moved forwards until I could wrap my arms around him- the sadness on his face made me wish I could squeeze it from his body, once his own arms squeezed me back. I finally sighed and pulled back from him. Nodding my head to the car stood beside us, Stiles smiled slightly and let us both in. He drove us slowly to his house, and parked in the driveway before he led us both into the house. We dumped our bags by the end of his bed, when we finally made it to his room.

 "Hey nerd, I forgive you. I get it. This whole sitch is messed up. And maybe you're right, maybe we can't help people or save them or protect them. But we can try!" I murmured as I noticed his hunched body. I ruffled his already messy hair as I walked past him on my way to throw myself at his computer. I let my fingers dance over the keys- I tried to delve into why virgins would be sacrificed. But at every turn I was stonewalled. Most of the websites or 'research' was made by hacks who were probably still in their Goth phase. It had been the same thing for the last hour. Either Stiles or I groaning in frustration, as we each hit another dead end in the research. We were getting nowhere and it was beginning to make me lose hope and my mind. I looked over to see Stiles slumped, his head hanging off the side of the bed and the book he was reading was lying on top of his head. He was defeated as his tired eyes looked up at me.

 "Any luck?" He all but sighed out, gesturing to the computer behind me. I shook my head and he growled tugging at his hair. I stood from his desk chair and flopped onto the bed landing on him. He let out an 'Ooof' as I landed on his back. I giggled lightly before rolling off him and landing beside him with a bounce. He turned his face to look at my own. His eyes still looked sad, his whole demeanour was that of a stranger- and it was beginning to drive me crazier than the failed researching.

 "Alright Stilinski. You're moping is making me want to punch you.. Spill." I stated poking his cheek with my finger, it following all of the freckles and moles that were scattered about his skin. He frowned before glaring at my prodding appendage.

"Gee, I don't think punching me will help. It would probably make me feel worse, I mean then I'd be in physical pain and I may even get a black eye or something, and that would just make my mood worse. Cause then I'd have to explain how I got beat up by you to everyone.. And that is just embarrassing..." Stiles began to ramble, his words flowing out of his mouth quickly, so quickly they made me dizzy. I cut him off before my head could explode by pressing my hand over his mouth and stopping his words escaping. His eyes were wide as I felt my own narrow. One of his eye lids dropped into a wink, which made me narrow my eyes further wondering what he had planned. Until I felt something wet settle into the palm of my hand and make a trail up it. I realised with a grimace, that it was his tongue. He'd licked my hand. He'd licked my hand like a 5th grader.

 "Ewww! You licked me!" I called out, whipping my hand from his face in disgust. Stiles just smirked sticking his tongue out at me in victory. I glared at him before talking him from the bed all together. We rolled until we landed in a heap on the floor. As we tumbled, he’d miraculously managed to twist and turn until he was situated underneath me- it was impressive, and he let out another huff of air as it was forced from his body by my weight landing on him. I stared at him from above and smiled brightly at his slightly pained grimace- before shoving myself off of him and pulling him up after me.

“How about we watch a movie.. Forget about the research that is taking us nowhere for now and just relax. It looks like you need it..” I suggested pointing to the Tv in the room. I’d already decided what we’d watch, all I needed was for him to agree and to actually relax for a while; maybe then he’s tell me what was bugging him so much. He just stared at me and nodded, a faint smile painting his lips. I pushed all of the books onto the floor and from his comfy bed; much like I had done the night before, but this time I was slightly more gentle about it. I grinned and gestured for him to leave the room- meaning he was to make the popcorn whilst I set up in the bedroom. I watched as he walked from the room,  he was muttering under his breath as he went. I smiled and set to making the bed comfy, I scanned the wrack of DVD’s on his walls grinning as the exact one I was looking for was in a prized position in the centre. Pulling it from the shelf and placing it delicately in the side of his TV- I let it play through until it got to the menu and selected the play movie section. I waited until he trundled back up the stairs and plonked himself down on the bed next to me. I heard a gasp and turned my head to face him, his face was covered in a broad grin- his eyes were lit up and sparkling, his teeth were showing and his dimples looked deeper than ever. Just looking at the happiness on his face was contagious, I couldn’t help but grin back at him.  We both settled in for the movie, not long into it I noticed Stiles wasn’t as into it as he usually would be. And my mind drifted back to worrying for him. I gently gripped his hand between both of my own, squeezing softly.

“What’s wrong Robin?” I whispered softly, still squeezing his hand. He turned to look at me, but this time a grin wasn’t covering his face. A frown was; a deep frown that furrowed his eyebrows, one that  made his chocolatey gaze appear muddy, one that made my heart ache slightly.

“I’m scared Y/N.” Was all he whispered back, I nodded and wrapped my arms around his shoulders- pulling him towards me and into a slightly awkward hug. I could hear him sigh softly, as his head rested on my shoulder. I wondered how I could make thing better for him, and my mind was coming up empty; his cool breath was causing goose-bumps to raise on the exposed skin. Biting my lip to ensure he couldn’t tell of the change in my body, I could feel the shivers wanting to wrack my body. Ignoring the feeling, and deciding to pull him closer to me- slipping one leg over his hips, one leg on each side of his hips. I let my arm circle around his shoulders, running my fingers through his growing hair- as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kept his head resting against my collarbone. “I’m terrified I’m next..” he whispered so lowly, I struggled to hear his words. I pulled back slightly, causing him to lift his head and look me directly in the eyes; his caramel gaze was solemn, and I thought I could see unshed tears shining within the depths.

“Scott wouldn’t let that happen. And neither would I…” I stated firmly, looking him in the eyes- I could feel the determined expression on my face. I watched as he shook his head, obviously not believing my words. I frowned, I would save him. I wouldn’t let anything happen to this beautiful boy I was wrapped around. An idea burst through my mind, and before I could comprehend my actions. His face was turned to the side, avoiding me- I moved my face in line with his own. Gently letting my lips press against his own softly; I could feel the uncertainty in his pouted lips, his head turning to face me once more. I pulled back slowly, looking to his frowned face to see his reaction. It was apparent after a couple minutes of silence and Stiles sitting completely still- which was a feat in itself, that he wasn’t going to make a move to either stop this or push it onwards. Taking in a deep breath, and settling my shaken resolve- I pressed forwards again. My lips pushed against his own, the fusion of our lips just as gentle as before. We kissed gently for what felt like eternity; neither of us pushing it, wanting to stay in that moment for as long as possible- lips moving with each other delicately. Our lips parted for seconds- allowing for breath, but they soon met again. It was like were both addicted to one another’s lips; his were plump and smooth, as they danced with my own. Stiles left a lingering kiss on my mouth, pulling back just slightly.

“What’re you doing Y/N?” He whispered, his plush lips brushing against my own with every word he spoke- sending my mind fuzzy with the sensation, I tried to concentrate on what he’d said; but my mind was spinning quickly and slowly all at once.

“I’m kissing you.” I stated simply, before pushing my lips that last millimetre to meet his own. I wasn’t sure what he made of my response, but he didn’t stop kissing me. His hold on my waist was tight, his large hands squeezing gently, holding me to him as if he was worried I’d disappear. Shifting myself in his lap to get more comfortable, my centre coming into contact with his own. A whiny moan escaped our lips, I wasn’t sure who it came from- but it seemed like the sound had flicked some kind of switch in my brain. Gasping as his lips left my own, grazing over my chin and down to the skin of my neck. He pressed a kiss on the column- as if testing out some scientific theory, pulling back to see my reaction. I could feel my eyes were closed, and my mouth was open in a silent moan. He surged forwards and let his lips trace kisses down the delicate skin- leading towards my collarbone. When he made contact with the skin there, I let out the moan that was desperately clawing at my vocal chords to be released. He chuckled against my skin, before pressing one last kiss to it- his lips searching for my own. Finding their home against them, and pulling me into a passionate kiss. His tongue poking out to tickle against my bottom lip, I giggled at the feeling and let him in. Letting him map out my mouth, his tongue touching and tasting- dancing with my own. My fingers tangled themselves in his soft hair, pressing him more firmly against me.

His dexterous fingers traced over my sides, before settling on my hips- he pushed me down further onto him. Unconsciously pushing my hips back and forth on him, giving us both a delicious friction that had me wanting more; but I remembered this was for him. But as things progressed, I realised I needed this too. I needed to feel him and see him come undone- passion and lust shining on his face as euphoria washed over him. Pulling my fingers from his hair, settling them on his shoulders- feeling the soft material of his checked shirt beneath my excited fingers; I pushed the material to fall from his broad shoulders, revealing the white cotton t-shirt beneath. I pulled back from the kiss and stared into his eyes, tugging gently on his over shirt until it reached his wrists; he promptly let go of my hips, allowing me to pull it from his hands, letting my fingers wander to the hem of his t-shirt- I gently tugged it up. Stiles got the message, and aided me in pulling it up his lean torso; with each centimetre of skin that was revealed, I could see the smooth skin, taut and lean over the visible muscles- which jumped when my fingers made contact. Stiles tried to reach up and connect our lips again, but I denied him in favour of just staring at him. His pale skin, unmarked and tempting. His lean frame, tucking in towards his waist but broadening at his shoulders, his biceps bunched slightly as they gripped at my own t-shirt. His veiny forearms; which had stared in many of my day dreams, leading down to his nimble fingers. I could see a faint blush lighting his speckled cheeks, when I turned my glance to his face. Hi bottom lip was being wet by his tongue as it poked out of his mouth. I could feel his fingers delving under the fabric of my top, discovering the skin of my stomach. He tugged slightly at the material, and I lifted my arms above my head; allowing him to remove the top and drop it next to our bodies. His fingers traced over the skin softly, so softly it tickled and caused a giggle to bubble from my lips. He smiled at the reaction, before pressing his fingertips more firmly into the skin- he tickled me quicker, causing our joined laughter to ring out and drown the sounds from the tv playing in the background.

I pushed my lips to his, distracting his fingers from their task. They still rest against my waist and hips, but had ceased their movements; as his lips took over the movements. One of his hands runs up my body and lands on my neck- his thumb bracing my jaw as our lips move in synchronicity. I let my fingers trail over his torso; feeling the soft, smooth skin, tracing them further down until they rest against the buckle of his belt. I slipped the leather through the metal and let it fall open, before gently wiggling the button of his jeans through the hole- dragging the zip down it’s track. Stroking over the band of his boxers delicately- it was then that he gasped and pulled back from my lips; his caramel eyes dark with lust, holding a look of uncertainty as he stared from his open trousers and my eager hand- to my face.  

“What’re you doing?” He repeated, his voice cracking. I looked at his face; his eyebrows were furrowed as they tried to comprehend what was happening.

“I’m going to make you feel good..” I muttered against his lips, before pushing gently on his chest. Forcing him to lie on the bed he was sat on- I lifted myself from his slightly and heard a disappointed groan erupt from him. I looked up at his face, before dropping my lips to the skin I was desperate to touch. Kissing over his neck, biting at it and sucking a mark into his skin- proving he was mine. Before trailing lower, grazing over his chest- licking at the lines of his body. Gradually dipping over the definition on his stomach, licking lower until it traced over the waistband of his boxers. I placed my fingers in the front pockets of his jeans and tugged them down; them getting stuck on his hips, and thighs, and finally his knees. I struggled to pull them from his body for laughing so hard- his chuckles joined my own as he raised his hips and manoeuvred his legs around to help me. Once I had the material in my hands, I huffed out a breath before throwing the fabric away as if it offended me. Stiles was leaning up on his elbows and watching as I tossed the jeans away from me- sticking my tongue out as they went sailing across the room. I turned to face him again; and gasped at the sight of him, sat there and waiting for me to join him once more. I moved back over to him, straddling him once more and connecting our lips. He was more confident now, and let his own tongue play with mine quickly, I rest my weight on one hand before allowing my other to feel over his heated skin. Finally coming to a stop at the bulge in his boxers, pressing against it lightly- only to feel his jolt up to meet it more fully. I squeezed him through the thin fabric, trying to get used to the size of him with my hand. A needy whine bubbled from his throat, that made my hand take hold of him through the material and pump him gently. A strangled sound came from him, as wetness leaked onto the fabric and my hand slightly- a wetness pooled in my own underwear at the desperate sounds he was making.

Palming him with one hand, and letting the other pull at the waistband of his boxers- tugging them down and letting him spring free. His cock resting on his stomach heavily- drops of pre-come leaking from the pink tip, the colour almost matching the dusting on his cheeks. I cast my eyes back up his body- seeing his almost black eyes focused solely on me; watching me marvel at him and his nakedness. Not being able to hold back any longer- my tongue licked up the underside of him- tracing along the prominent vein, feeling every ridge before licking over the head. All I could hear was growling and groaning from above me; my eyes rolled up to watch him. His eyes were screwed shut tightly, his bottom lip was being bitten by his teeth and his arm was thrown over his forehead- fist clenched in mid-air, his other was fisting the sheets. I opened my lips, holding him at the base and slipped him inside.

“Oooh..” Stiles whined out. I let him get used to the feeling of being wrapped in my mouth, I gently sucked the head- and was rewarded with more pre-come leaking out onto my waiting tongue. I slowly slipped my lips further over him, taking more of him into my waiting mouth. Bobbing up and down his heavy cock slowly, the parts of him I couldn’t fit into my greedy mouth, I massaged with my hand. My pace quickened just slightly, moving over him at a steady rate. Tasting him more and more as he leaked, I flickered my eyes back up his body as my mouth moved up and down him. His hands were flapping in the air- almost awkwardly, and his eyes were wide staring down at me in wonder, his mouth was dropped open as noises continued to fall from his pouted lips. Growls, groans, moans and whines. All eliciting my own moans as I continued my work, I pulled from him slowly with a pop. Grabbing onto his hand- with the one of mine that wasn’t rubbing over him- and tangling his delicious fingers with my hair, securing it there before moving my lips back over him; his answering whine was needy and made me push myself further down on him before coming back up at a quicker pace. I could feel him thrusting into my mouth, trying to match pace- but he was struggling his lips stuttering when the pleasure got to much- our rhythm didn’t match, but from the desperate calls coming from him I wasn’t sure he minded entirely. His hips jolted more quickly, forcing himself further into my mouth; my throat gagging on him slightly, swallowing the tip of him- I let him thrust into my mouth until finally he filled my mouth with a loud shout. Swallowing his taste down, I moved up his cock gently- knowing he’d be sensitive until he left my lips softly.

I stared down at him; his chest heaving, stomach muscles twitching rapidly as he panted in and out. I watched his face, still scrunched in pleasure and slick with sweat, then I let my eyes drop lower to look at his still erect cock. I felt my eyes widen, a smile tugging at my lips to see him so eager and ready; resting hard and heavy against his lower stomach. I stood from my knees, Stiles opened his eyes and watched; as I reached behind me, flicking the clasp of my bra open, I slid one strap down one shoulder- then the other and let the fabric cage fall from my chest. I watched as Stiles sat up fully; his hungry eyes wandering all over the newly expose flesh, devouring the sight before him. Moving my hands to the fastening on my jeans and popping the button, forcing the zip down its track. And pushing the jeans over my hips and bottom; bending at the hips and tracing them down my legs- all the while not taking my eyes from Stiles’ awe-struck face. I was stood before him in some owl printed underwear; but I wasn’t embarrassed, I had never felt more sexy- than that moment with his desperate eyes tracing over my near bare body. Slipping my thumbs in the elasticated waistband and tugging them from my body- I stood before the Stillinski boy completely naked. His eyes were still wide and dark, and he raised his hands for me. I intertwined our fingers as he pulled me over him- legs either side of his waiting body. Pressing his eager lips against my own and beginning another bout of endless kissing; soft and gentle, yet hard and passionate all at the same time, it was confusing and addictive. I let my fingers find his weighty member again, stroking him up and down- moving him between our bodies. He was poised in front of my folds, I raised myself up; preparing to plunge him deep within me, completely lost in the moment. Stiles ripped his lips from me, panting and staring at me surprised.

“What’re you doing Y/N?” He repeated for the third time, hands squeezing at my hips and halting my movements.

“I’m protecting you..” I mumbled, pressing a kiss to his pouted lips. Pulling away from him slightly, I stood from the bed and stumbled over to his bedside table; my trembling hands searched for the protection we needed- the protection I had almost forgotten in the rush of Stiles Stilinski. I stared down into the open drawer; desperate eyes searching in an almost panic. Before calming with my racing heart and laboured breathing as they spotted; and untouched and unopened package, extra large and waiting. Furiously ripping into the box and digging one out; I tore the foil packaging open before stumbling back to Stiles who was waiting on the bed. I pushed back on his chest again, sliding one of my legs over his hips and kneeling above him. I watched as he breathed out a shaky breath, my fingers finding his already leaking cock once more. Pulling the latex from the foil, I rolled it down him almost impatiently. Once he was covered and we were safe, I positioned him between us once more. Rubbing the head of him between my folds and gathering the wetness that was dripping down my thighs and onto his lap. His eyes were wide, and one of his fingers rubbed through the moisture that had leaked from my centre curiously. I held my position, his cock almost pressing into me- as he raised that hand to his face. He rubbed his thumb and fingertip together, as if testing the consistency of the liquid. I giggled slightly and his eyes widened to the point I was worried they’d pop from his face.

“Is this from you? Are you..w-wet?!” He asked amazed, as he watched me grin and nod my head. Before my brain could keep up with his movements; his fingers were pushing his cock out of the way and delving into my folds themselves. They played with the moisture gathered, smoothing it all around my core. Making me moan loudly and embarrassingly. His face was full of wonder as he continued to feel around within me, his fingers coming into contact with the sensitive bud within. The tip of his finger tickled at it inquisitively, rubbing experimentally in circles. I groaned and ground my hips onto his hand eagerly. The sounds of lightsabers colliding in the back ground was drowned out by the sound of his laughter.

“You’re really wet.. Wow.” He mumbled almost to himself, I laughed to, moaning towards the end of it as his fingers picked up their pace. It took all I had to grip onto his wrist and stop his movements; when all I wanted was to sub myself against him until I could feel myself quiver from the pleasure. I breathed out shakily, before pushing his hand away from my centre- I let my other hand pick up his heavy cock once more- positioning him at my entrance. Before surging down on him slowly. A strangled whine came from the beautiful, blissful boy beneath me. My mouth dropped open in a silent moan; a wide ‘O’ shape as he bottomed out within me. I held still, moments pacing as I could feel him pulse inside me; trying to get used to the feeling. I let him settle, before lifting up from him slightly- pushing myself down onto him slowly. Moving at a pace to allow us both the most pleasure, and to allow him to become accommodated with being within someone. Grinding my hips slowly in circles, his hands grasped at my neck- one cupping my jaw and the other pulling on the back of it. Forcing my lips to his in a desperate kiss, and manipulating my body so I was flush against him. Stomach to stomach. Chest to chest. Lips against lips. Kissing furiously as my hips rode him at a leisurely pace. One of his hands slipped from my neck, sliding down my body and squeezing at my naked ass- palming at the fleshy cheek; before sliding back up my body and giving my breast the same treatment. It was then I was forced to move quicker on him, forcing my hips to canter forwards and backwards; pushing us both closer towards the edge.

As our pace increased, our kiss broke. His mouth was wide open and he was groaning uncontrollably, I knew it wouldn’t take too much longer until he would be spent. I pushed my body up, hands resting against his heaving chest; before I pushed my hips as quickly as I could, whines slipping from my mouth to match his. Stiles, lifted his hips and thrust into me.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Four times.

Before his hips stuttered and he called out loudly, his cock pulsing within me- and he was filling the condom. I continued to ride him through it, trying to prolong that feeling of ecstasy for him. Once he’d finished, his hands gripped at my hips and ceased their slow grinding. He was breathing quickly, his breath fanning against my sweaty skin- cooling it instantly, before heating it up again as his fingers caressed over it. We laid in silence for a few moments, neither of us moving- apart from Stiles connecting out hands and intertwining our fingers mid-air.

“Oh my God!” He murmured out. I smiled down at him, his face was red and covered in sweat; but I didn’t mind, it made him more beautiful to me, I’d just seen him experience euphoria, and it was all because of me. “Oh Jesus.. Th-that was amazing..” He laughed, a grin beaming from his tired face, I just nodded and squeezed his hands. “Wait.. You didn’t y’know.. finish?” Stiles stated, his face morphing from a gorgeous grin to a frown- that almost hurt my heart. I smiled gently and shook my head at him. Stiles’ face was set in a scowl, and he pushed his lips against my own- kissing me heatedly, making my pulse rise quickly. I was too wrapped up in the feeling of his lips almost bruising my own; to notice that he’d let one of my hands drop. And his fingers were working themselves between us. I didn’t know what was happening until I felt his fingers press and circle at the neglected bud with my still slicked folds, I was still wet- and getting wetter by the second as his fingers played with my core. He was experimenting mostly; seeing what would happen if he moved in a certain, figuring out which movement of his fingers would make me moan the loudest. Soon enough under his attentions, I was grinding myself into his hand- he was rubbing me to my end quickly and efficiently. Soon enough my hips were jerking quickly against his hand; quivering as I came. I whined as I felt the shocks running through my body. I breathed heavily into Stile’s neck, coming down from my high- he ran a hand through my sweaty and knotty hair,. “That’s better..” Stiles whispered, before dropping a kiss to my head.  He held my hands again, supporting my weight on his elbows and helped me to roll from his body in shaky knees. When I was situated, he sat up on the bed, with his legs falling over the side. He pulled the filled condom from himself and disposed of it in the bin by his desk.

He picked up his marvel printed boxers and tugged them on, before grabbing onto his red plaid shirt I’d discarded earlier. When he came back to the bed, he helped me to pull the shirt onto my tired but satisfied body, before tugging me back to him. Wrapping his arms around me and snuggling me close to his body- pulling the covers over both of us as we cuddled in silence.

“Thank you.” He whispered against my lips, we settled again. Smiling against his chest- listening to his heart beat which was beginning to slow to a normal pace now.

“I told you I’d save you.” I whispered as I watched him doze into a peaceful sleep, following not too long after him. Cuddled close to his body, with his mouth pressed against my hair. Stiles was safe, and that was all I could ask for.

[hxseok-honee]

atlas heart || part 25

a/n : so sorry it took so long getting this update out !! i had a disgusting amount of work to do and i really was not doing anything else for a few days -- i really hope you like it!! pls lmk what you think about things now that jimin (and we) know everything! its gonna get,,,, i wanna say messy but messys not even enough to cover how messy its gonna get

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Jimin can’t remember the last time he’d closed his eyes for more than a few minutes. Time goes by so fast these days that he’s partially convinced he’s been falling asleep and not realizing it. The hours between class and dinner every day are spent in the library, his headphones shoved into his ears haphazardly while he tunnel visions onto what’s been in the back of his mind since the beginning of the year.

Those spare hours had turned into days and days into weeks -- weekends where he doesn’t even glance at his phone, unaware of the growing concern of his friends. It’s almost May now, the chill of early spring having melted away around him without him realizing. His schoolwork stopped being a priority ages ago, and he knows his grades are really taking the hit for it. He vaguely remembers Namjoon confronting him one night some time ago -- a week? Two weeks ago? -- but he can’t for the life of him recall the contents of that conversation. Something about hating to play the ‘prefect card’, but having no choice. He doesn’t even know if he’s still on the quidditch team. It doesn’t matter -- nothing matters when seeing everything with the perspective he’s got now.

Practically buried in scrolls and books, Jimin could care less about the time and the fact that he’s very obviously breaking curfew right now -- the library’s been empty for hours now, and the light outside the window has well past faded into pitch black darkness. He had to hide from Pince around 10pm, barely managing to catch the click of the librarian’s heels through the music blasting in his headphones to keep him concentrated -- it’s a miracle that she hadn't caught him, really. He’d never be able to focus properly back in his room, not when he’s this close to putting the pieces together.

It’s there, right there, everything scattered in his brain. He knows it’s sitting right in front of him, he can feel himself trying to hyperfocus on anything that can blatantly tell him what he needs to know. Flipping through the pages of a book with one hand and shuffling through scrolls with his other, he glances down at a scrap of paper with his own handwriting, chicken-scratch on a ripped up piece of parchment for him to refer back to every few minutes. There, in black ink, the words ‘vampire’ and ‘veela’ are written and then, later, crossed out. There’s one below it -- ‘maledictus’ -- that remains uncrossed and haunts his every thought.

For the better half of the week, he’d spent his nights scouring the bookshelves for any text he could find on blood malediction -- there isn’t much to show for his efforts. Too rare a condition to have any extensive research done, he could barely manage to put together a few measly scrolls and one book with less than a full chapter on the subject. Sighing heavily, Jimin leans back in his chair, rubbing at his temples while he reconsiders the information for what feels like the hundredth time.

It fits the fact that she has a blood condition… but it’s not right. There’s no mention of a potion or even of regularly experiencing sickness. Y/n is in the Hospital Wing like once a month. There wouldn’t be anything Pomfrey or Hoseok could do to help her if she was a maledictus…

He considers that maybe those things are part of blood malediction and that there just isn’t enough documentation for him to verify it. But there’s something nagging at him, telling him this isn’t right. He thinks back over everything he knows, trying to pull up the major details that could help him finally get some sleep. Ignoring the fact that he very well could doze off, even with his loud ass music, he lets his eyes close so he can think. It takes a few minutes, but eventually he’s sitting up in his seat, eyes wide as he recalls something said to him almost months ago, forgotten amidst everything else on his mind.

“What’s the deal with your roommate, Tae?”

“Who, Stephen?”

“No, not fuckin’ Stephen -- Jungkook!”

“Well, how the hell was I supposed to know?”

“Because Stephen doesn’t look at me like I’m the bane of his existence.”

“Yeah… I don’t know what you did to make Jeon Jungkook hate you, but it must have be serious--”

“Just tell me what you know about him, Tae.”

“I mean… nothing crazy, really -- an only child, comes from old money. Probably as old as the Malfoys or the Potters. His family’s the purest of purebloods. And always Gryffindors, just like the Malfoys are always Slytherins. It’s kind of nuts, having a family history like that.”

Jimin stumbles out of his chair, already making his way down the aisles of bookshelves, almost crazed with concentration.

Purest of purebloods -- there’s not a single pureblood family that isn’t documented in a registry… registry… regis-- aha!

Turning down an aisle designated for family registries dating back centuries, he scans the shelves at a lightening speed, finally coming to a halt in front of a tome titled Gryffindor Legacies. Hauling it from the shelf, he doesn’t even bother returning to his table, taking a seat right there on the floor.

Flipping straight to the back to search for the family name, he locates it easily and heads to appropriate page. Searching the family tree down generations, it takes him several pages of flipping through Jungkook’s ancestors’ lives to finally get to his parents. They’re the most recent entry -- new editions of the book are printed with each new generation, the original, handwritten copy belonging to the respective families. It’s an inefficient system for sure, but Jimin’s not exactly complaining when he’s the one benefiting directly.

Scanning the page, from the birth of his mother -- Jeon Eunha -- to her school days, from her marriage to his father all the way to Jungkook’s birth. Jimin expects the next part to follow the same structure of his mother’s story, recounting his childhood, but it diverges from that almost immediately with some extra lines that he almost feels don’t exist in the original copy at the Jeon family residence.

Not long after the birth of their first and only child, they were met with circumstances leading to the adoption and care of another, the recently orphaned infant girl, Y/n Y/l/n. In her days at Hogwarts, young Eunha had become friends with a female Ravenclaw student, who had a noticeably sickly pallor about her at all times. She was to become her closest lifelong friend. The same night in which Y/l/n was to give birth to her first child, she and her husband met an untimely fate in the form of a violent animal attack in the backyard of their own home. The Jeon family were the first to arrive at the premises, deciding immediately to take in the infant child and raise her alongside their own son. Not much else is known about the girl, only that she and the Jeon heir were to become inseparable.

Jimin stares down at the page, unblinking. There’s a lot of information to process, but the things that stand out most to him are the fact that Y/n’s mother was also apparently afflicted with the same illness as Y/n, and --

‘Violent animal attack’? I knew the car accident thing was bullshit, but… did her mom not even die in childbirth? Why would she not tell me… there’s nothing suspicious about an animal atta--

Almost like his brain has started to short-circuit after the long nights and lack of sleep, Jimin’s thoughts are gone instantly, replaced by the mental image of a book sitting not a even a few aisles away, on a table littered with all of the information he’d ever needed in the first place. He’s completely incapable of registering anything around him as he races back to his table, his mind flipping incomprehensibly between the information in front of him and all of the pieces of his memories, details that make too much sense in this moment to match anything but this one conclusion.

Most Muggles, however, will die from the extent of their injuries… all known instances of Muggle attacks have been portrayed in the media as ‘animal attacks’ so as to preserve the secrecy of the wizarding world…

Given the extent of the available research and data, collected almost entirely from male subjects afflicted with lycanthropy, not much is known about the hereditary components related to a female werewolf. Therefore, it is unknown if a pregnant female werewolf's transformations would affect the ability to carry the pregnancy to term…

Without any humans nearby to attack, or other animals to occupy it, the werewolf will attack itself out of frustration…

“My mom died in childbirth and my dad… just a… just a freak accident you know, no one’s fault or anything…”

Because werewolves only pose a danger to humans, companionship with animals whilst transformed has been known to make the experience more bearable as the werewolf has no-one to harm and will be less willing to harm themselves…

“You want to talk about forbidden, Jeon? Let’s talk about your illegal animagus status-”

The way one must imbibe it is very unique among potions, in that a goblet full of wolfsbane potion must be taken each day for a week preceding the full moon…

“…you know how long it takes me to make a full set of vials for you. I barely have enough to make it last 3 days…”

The monthly transformation of a werewolf is extremely painful if untreated and is usually preceded and succeeded by a few days of pallor and ill health…

“He was lowkey carrying her down the stairs… she looked kinda sick actually…”

Throwing scrolls behind him without care as he searches for the one with the final detail, he pulls his phone out when he finds it -- a book listing all of the recorded moon cycles for over a century. Jamming his thumb down on the icon that’ll take him to his search engine and typing with blind panic, he finds himself yanking out his headphones by the cord with one sharp tug when the answer flashes back at it him on the screen, and he realizes that almost all of the pieces are in place.

The quidditch match against Slytherin -- it was the night before a full moon.

“No, no… no, no, no, this can’t be right. This isn’t happening, this can’t be right, she can’t be--” Jimin remembers the text he’d sent to her almost 8 hours ago, sitting unanswered, and he moves without thinking. Slamming his hands down on either side of the moon cycle record, he flips frantically to the cycle for this current month, April of 1978. What he sees there has his heart dropping out of his chest.

“Next week? It’s next week? But that means she’d have to be feeling the effects of it this wee--” He’s cut off by the feeling of his phone buzzing in his pocket, and he reaches for it almost desperately. It’s Y/n, finally responding to his concerned texts with nothing more than a single line. His blood turns to ice when he reads it.

I’m fine, just feeling under the weather.

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When Jimin bursts through the door of Dumbledore’s office just past 3am, the headmaster’s already seated at his desk, evidently waiting for him. He’s donning a light blue robe with a matching sleeping cap perched delicately on his head, suggesting to Jimin that he’d somehow woken up knowing he was soon to greet a guest. All of the panic invading Jimin’s body is masked just slightly by guilt, only now realizing how late it is and how intrusive he must seem in this moment.

“Mister Park, you certainly are out quite a bit past curfew, no?” Jimin stands in the doorway cradling all of the scrolls and books he’d been hoarding the last few weeks -- he can’t very well have left a huge pile of evidence back in the library. It would have taken no time at all for someone to look through it and see there were connections everywhere to lycanthropy, even if he himself had been blind to it for so long.

“... Park? Mister Park?” Jimin jumps, lifting his tired eyes to meet Dumbledore’s concerned ones. The man continues once he’s got Jimin’s attention. “Surely, you must need something from me, or you wouldn’t appear so…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. He doesn’t need to. Jimin’s aware of the state he’s in -- the dark rings under his eyes, his ruffled clothes and hair, the way he’s holding his books like he needs to protect them with his life. He looks unhinged. He feels unhinged.

Realizing he has absolutely no idea how to approach the subject of a potential werewolf at Hogwarts with the school’s very headmaster, Jimin decides to start by moving toward the chair in front of Dumbledore’s desk.

Maybe I just need to sit down and take a deep breath. That should help--

He doesn’t even make it two steps before one of the many books he’s holding crashes to the floor between them, falling open to the page he’d stuck a pencil in to save his spot. The moon cycle for April of 1978 stares back up at him, and when he flicks his gaze up to peer at Dumbledore, he sees the headmaster’s expression has hardened with caution.

“Professor--”

“Have a seat, Mister Park.” Jimin’s heart lodges in his throat at Dumbledore’s tone, never having heard such a sharp edge to the kind man’s voice. He moves to the chair, setting the obnoxious amount of research haphazardly in his lap. His eyes will only go so far as the top of Dumbledore’s desk, unable to bring himself to meet the man’s eyes.

“Sir, I… need to ask you something.” When he isn’t granted a response, he swallows hard, pushing forward. “If there were to be a student at Hogwarts with a… peculiarity of sorts… how would you go about dealing with that?”

“How would I deal with what, Mister Park?”

“That student.”

“I’m not quite sure I know what you mean.” Jimin lifts his eyes then, confused, but he’s met with a deliberately ignorant smile.

“Sir?” Dumbledore’s smile, albeit strained, only widens.

“I think you may be suffering from a lack of sleep, Mister Park. There are no students at Hogwarts with any peculiarities, as you call it.” Jimin stares suspiciously up at him, knowing Dumbledore can tell that Jimin doesn’t for a second believe that claim. Breaking eye contact, he glances down at his lap, trying to figure out how to keep this conversation going. Trying to figure out why he’s even here.

Jimin looks down at himself and the pile of incriminating evidence, cursing his idiocy when he realizes just how bad this situation must look. A student out of bed way past curfew, barging into the headmaster’s office holding weeks of research and making outrageous claims about a potentially dangerous student. And he’s a Ravenclaw no less.

Shit. He probably thought I was some nosy little fucker trying to expose her and get her expelled.

Knowing that he’s risking a lot by being straightforward, he takes a single deep breath and meets Dumbledore’s eyes, his own filled with determination.

“Sir, I know about Y/n Y/l/n, and I know you do, too. I need to know how to take care of her. I need to know how to help her. I need you to tell me what to do because, to be honest with you, I’m freaking out.” The way Dumbledore’s examining him as he speaks tells Jimin that he’s right, but more importantly, it tells Jimin that Dumbledore hadn’t been expecting him to want to help.

“That is a very serious accusation you’re making, Mister Park, especially in this political climate. Very serious.” Jimin doesn’t waver when he responds.

“I know, sir. That’s why you’re the only one I’ve made it to. Because I need your help. Because I know you can help.” Dumbledore narrows his eyes, peering at Jimin over the tops of his half-moon spectacles.

“Have you considered the fact that just you knowing this information at all has placed Miss Y/l/n in more danger than she’s already in?” As soon as the words leave Dumbledore’s mouth, Jimin’s heart is stopping in his chest. All the times that Hoseok and Jungkook had told him to mind his business come rushing back, and he feels himself becoming sick to his stomach. Of course it’s more dangerous for her now that he knows -- he’d been too selfish to even think it through, too nosy for his own good. He had done all this to try to understand her, to try to be a better friend who can help when she needs it, but it’s all bullshit. Everything he thought he had done for her sake had actually been for his. For him and his stupid curiosity.

Lifting his head as a thought comes to mind, Jimin doesn’t even think twice before speaking.

“Can you erase my memories?” The headmaster’s eyebrows fly to his hairline, his expression becoming amused as Jimin continues rambling. “Can’t you obliviate me or something? Wouldn’t that be the best way for me to help her? Wait… but do you have to erase everything I know about her -- will I still know her? Can you make sure I still know her? I really like her! I don’t like Hoseok or Jungkook very much -- they kind of scare me -- but I like her! I don’t want to forget her, but also if me knowing that she’s a werewolf is only going to cause her more trouble, then I really think you should make me forget--” Dumbledore lifts his hand calmly, effectively silencing a frantic Jimin.

“Have you always had such a one-track mind, Mister Park?” Jimin smiles weakly, offering a half-joking response.

“It’s my only redeeming Ravenclaw quality…” Dumbledore chuckles before scratching at his forehead with a heavy sigh.

“Unfortunately -- and I do truly mean that -- I cannot erase a student’s memories. So, you and I will need to continue this difficult conversation.” Jimin considers the man’s words, knowing that it really would be better for everyone if he had his mind wiped clean and hating that he’d unknowingly put Y/n even more in harm’s way. He looks up when Dumbledore sighs again.

“Mister Park, you do understand that you are strictly forbidden from informing anyone else of this situation, yes?” When Jimin nods immediately, opening his mouth to assure the man that he wouldn’t say a word, Dumbledore only shakes his head. “No, Mister Park, I’m not sure you really understand. This situation is infinitely more complicated than you could ever imagine, so it is absolutely imperative that you keep this information to yourself.” Jimin blinks, unsure what’s meant by ‘infinitely more complicated’, but he nods again.

“I’ve put her in enough danger just by being here, Sir -- I’m not breathing a word of this to anyone.” Dumbledore examines him a moment longer, essentially staring into Jimin’s soul to gauge his trustworthiness. Eventually he nods, leaning back in his chair.

“What advice would you like me to give you, Mister Park?” Jimin stays silent, thinking hard about any way that he can make Y/n’s life easier, especially after all the trouble he’s caused up to now. His mind flashes back to the conversation he’d overheard in the library. He opens his mouth slowly, choosing his words with care.

“Sir… how does a student that isn’t even taking Potions know how to brew the wolfsbane potion? Isn’t it nearly impossible?” Jimin sees Dumbledore’s eyes flicker with recognition, and the headmaster responds cautiously.

“…If that student isn’t taking any kind of Potions course at all, they’d need to already be an expert from having dedicated all their studies to the art of potionmaking. They would also need an immense amount of private mentoring, even if they are taking Potions. We do not teach the wolfsbane potion in the curriculum. As I’m sure you can imagine, it wouldn’t fare well in these times…” Jimin squints, putting the pieces together quickly in his mind.

“And where would a student like that find this kind of… private mentoring?” The headmaster hums at Jimin’s question, peering down at him with knowing eyes.

“Well, Mister Park, if you wish to receive mentoring on much… safer forms of potionmaking, I’m sure Professor Slughorn would be happy to help you. However, if you are asking me about Mister Jung Hoseok of Slytherin House, and if you are wondering just how he became capable of caring for Miss Y/l/n at the young age of 13, well… you’re looking at his mentor.”

--

When Jimin leaves Dumbledore’s office almost an hour later, he feels like his head is going to explode. The nights of sleeplessness seem to also have come rushing back to him at once, and he’s not sure if he’s going to collapse first from the exhaustion or from the weight of everything he knows now. For a moment, he considers that maybe he really should ask someone to erase his memories -- Jungkook or Hoseok, perhaps.

Yeah, I’m sure they’d absolutely love to do me that favor.

Dragging his feet as he trudges down the corridor in the direction of Ravenclaw tower, Jimin stops short at a window when movement down by the Black Lake catches his eye. Almost as if thinking about them has caused them to materialize before him, Jimin watches the silhouette of Jung Hoseok stroll casually down by the shoreline, followed not long after by Jeon Jungkook racing toward him, a body perched precariously on his back. It’s not hard to see that Y/n’s clinging weakly to him as he runs, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as he keeps his hands hooked under her knees. Jimin can see that she’s got a gown on from the Hospital Wing, and it’s obvious that Jungkook and Hoseok have snuck her out from under Madam Pomfrey’s stern supervision.

They head for the Forbidden Forest, Y/n reaching back for Hoseok when Jungkook passes him. She beckons him forward, and Jimin watches as the three of them disappear together into the trees. He sighs deeply when he can no longer see them, muttering to himself under his breath as he makes his way to his room, overcome with extreme guilt at the entire situation.

“You’ve really gone and done it now, you fucking idiot.”