[J.JK x R] The Prince with the Ugly Heart || Chpt.3
Jungkook x Reader - Fairy Tale AU
Chapter 3: A Day under Eight Months
Genre: Fluff/Slight angst
Length: 4.3k words
Next Chapter: Chpt.4 - Bitterness of the Past and Present
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“Taehyung, that’s not very nice!” you scolded with a frown, setting your usually well-behaved younger brother onto the floor. “Go and apologise.” you flashed Jungkook an apologetic smile before ducking your head down, timidity forcing you to shy away from his gaze and just missing the male’s silent, inward snicker at the little boy’s gentle scolding.
Without questioning his sister, as he knew in his heart that she was always right and always had good intentions, Taehyung bowed and apologised with his entire upper body becoming parallel to the floor. His tone was serious but his childish voice (like most boys his age had) made it hard to take him seriously; the words he uttered only added to the pettiness of his supposed ‘serious’ actions. “I am very sorry for calling you a troll mister who-isn’t-really-a-troll.” looking up at his sister, eyes gleaming, Taehyung flashed a dazzling, rectangular grin.”How was that noona?” he seemed proud of himself, which made you giggle softly, finding his actions rather amusing in spite of his pervious unintentional insult. Reaching forward, you gave him an affectionate pet atop his soft tuft of hair, almost turning the loving gesture into one that attempted to pat down and control his mass of messily tousled locks.
“Very good Taehyung.” for a moment, you thought the night would go by smoothly before realising that you still had to break the news to your babyish sibling. His reaction could go two different ways, each, to the extremities of a dominant emotion, which were at opposite ends of the sentiments spectrum - he could either really adore the idea, or really hate it. Your eyes flashed with a sign of worry at the latter, before you knelt down in order to lock gazes with your brother upon even levelling, “Taetae…”
“Yeah sissy?” he asked, blinking owlishly with a gentle tilt of his head - he’s always such a cutie. The two of you had momentarily left Jungkook out of the scene and allowed him to watch, his chest aching at the sight. He had no idea of the reasons behind such an implausible reaction. Why would his heart clench at the simple interaction, between unpretentious people?
Perhaps he was envious of such a loving, sibling relationship as he’s an only child…
It’s certainly a probability, however, the feeling is so alien to him that he isn’t able to draw a finely trimmed definition of it, leading him to eventually shrug off the feeling.
“This fine gentleman is called Jeong.” Jungkook’s now bristly brows furrowed in confusion. How on earth could she see him as a gentleman with looks he’s currently forced to portray? The thought was quickly brushed away, however, when the little, simple-minded boy snapped his head towards him and beamed a rectangular grin.
“That’s a cool name!” the older male chuckled inwardly but avoided his innocent eyes, afraid of seeing such a look of adoration turn into one of fright, much like those of the youngsters he had ultimately scared earlier that day. Why should he feel bad though? They deserved to be startled by the way they had treated him. Bitterness grew back into a heart that he had momentarily felt warming up, re-establishing the organ into it's stagnantly frigid form
“He’s going to be staying with us for a while.” you continued with soft evidence of hesitation. The surprising announcement shocked both males, this was certainly a turn of events and has succeeded in shocking them both into silence, providing you with the chance to explain yourself, “He hasn’t got a place to stay, and so, we must be kind people and share our home with him.” Jungkook couldn’t believe his ears, you couldn’t possibly believe that a child would allow for this to happen, especially after concluding that his appearance resembled a troll’s. The result of his looks alone made people scream, there’s no way-
“Sure he can! Appa and Eomma would’ve done the same wouldn’t they?” the two of you smiled at each other, Taehyung’s brighter than yours, whilst your own subtly expressed a sadder tone at the mention of your deceased parents. It wasn’t picked up by your younger sibling (thankfully) but it had been by Jungkook, which made his heart sink in on itself. Maybe you were forcing yourself to do this…yes, that’s obviously the reason.
“You don’t have to share your home with me.” Jungkook declared, abruptly standing, irritating the ears of everyone present as his chair shrieked at being harshly brushed against rough floorboards. His sudden loudness in vocals shocked Taehyung, who didn’t seem to mind the abnormal pattern of frequencies in his voice, it didn’t upset you either, you were just glad that your brother didn’t appear to mind.
“Oh…Is the spacing not to your liking? I’m afraid our home is rather small, isn’t it?” you uttered bashfully as Taehyung simply disagreed at your feet (“No it’s not, whoever said that it was? Their dummy heads with poo for brains…”). You were about to scold your brother, yet again, but was cut off by Jungkook.
“It’s not that..I just don’t want you to feel forced into doing this..who’d want to live with a monster in their house?” a frown weighed down the edges of your pink lips. The poor soul. He must've suffered through so much. Stepping forward, you parted your lips to comfort him with words and a gentle smile, if it weren’t for Taehyung butting in and running up to the male.
“You’re not a monster!” Taehyung explained with firmness in his eyes and voice, at that moment, you never could’ve been anymore proud of your brother, if it weren’t for the sentence he chose to subsequently state, “You’re a troll remember?”
A look of offence began to cross the male’s features as you spoke out, ready to rebuke the simple-minded boy.
"And trolls make the bestest friends because they’re not boring like the other kids.” sighing in disbelief and slight consolation, you weakly gave a chuckle of your brother’s weird antics. After 8 years of having him at your side, openly projecting a 4-demensional personality, you were never really able to familiarise yourself with someone of such a nature, but that made you love him even more; he filled your lonely days with fun company and contagious, innocent smiles. The grin he adorned slowly faded away, his little hands fisting at the moderately torn fabric of Jungkook’s loose-fitting trousers, "Please stay.“ Taehyung further begged with his expressive doe eyes, taking a moment before beginning to speak again. It was as if it had taken him a lot of effort to state his following statement, "I’m a big boy but I still need help protecting Noona!” The sweet utterance made your heart flutter and warmed Jungkook’s heart once more. Having a sibling like you really must be something, he’s never seen such genuine adoration communicated through a child, simply for the love they had towards an older (or even a younger) brother or sister. Silence stretched on for longer than Jungkook intended but it is was as if time slowed and paused around him. All emotions were raging within his chest as a heated debate took place in his mind: what should he do? Stay or leave? He’s too prideful to accept charity but this little boy needed him somehow..and..it-…it felt good to be needed. “Will you?!” the young-un pressed, fists tightening around the fabric he was clasping at desperately.
“Taehyung, we don’t have to force him.” you gently interrupted, stepping up and crouching down beside your toddler sibling. Carefully attempting to remove his clinched grip, you successful in the removal of one small hand but the other remained what they were clenching.
“B-But I n-n-n-need help to p-protect-” the desperation in his eyes was clear in the tears that surfaced. The hopelessness was overwhelming his small frame and surged past the boundaries of his limits in the form of salty tears. It wasn’t long before your brother was weeping in your arms - his hand still clenching at Jungkook’s torn pant leg. Tense minutes passed and your brother was put to sleep against your shoulder and chest, remarkably, his hand endured their clasp, this time, however, you were able to uncurl his fingers and rise up with him in your arms.
“I’m sorry about that…” your lips displayed a soft smile at the bewildered male, “he tends to get overwhelmed with emotions concerning his situations that surround his passions and prized possessions.” you chuckled airily, “and so he can be quite the handful. I still love him very dearly though.” there was a pause where the two of you looked opposite ways - you, towards the ceiling, Jungkook towards the floor. “Despite his mini tantrum just then, feel free to leave if you aren’t comfortable staying. but please do that tomorrow, I don’t want you wondering out in the dark, alone.” there was a strange glint in your eyes that brought curiosities but Jungkook bite his tongue; he has no right to tread over private, personal information so quickly.
“No..I’ll stay.” you stared deeply into each other’s eyes before you broke into a smile.
“Welcome to the family."
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"Yay! Jeong’s Staying!!!” Taehyung cheered, running about the small space of the dining area. It was breakfast time and as you and Jungkook were munching away, the energetic child was neglecting his food in order to express his happiness and hurrah in celebration. Jungkook was amused though he hid the fact well and keeping an eye on the boy from his peripheral.
“Yes now please sit down Tae, before you end up running into something and-” BANG! (“Owie!”) “..hurting yourself…” you sighed and moved from your place at the table. Scooping up the whining boy - who was clutching at his reddening forehead - from under his pits, you placed him atop a counter and got to work on his bruising brow. Jungkook stared on at the affectionate interaction, not knowing what to feel. What a peculiar but endearing pair of siblings. They seem to balance out each other’s lives with their differing personalities: the caring and responsible older sister, and the energetic and careless younger brother.
“I’m sorry noona…I was just really happy!” Taehyung looked over his sister’s shoulder to connect eyes with Jungkook, flashing him a brief but truthful grin before being covered up by his sister’s figure again.
“Sorry doesn’t help the fact that you now have a bruise on your forehead."
"It won’t happen again!” he tried to convince.
“You said that last time you little monster!” you playfully snapped.
“That’s because I didn’t mean it last time!” he whined, “I mean it now though."
"Stop making empty promises.”
“I’m not sissy!"
"Too much bruising to the forehead isn’t good for your brain, so you better intend what you just promised me!”
“Yeah! I pinkie promise!" they curled their littlest fingers around the other’s littlest finger, giggling and smiling.
‘How childish…’ Jungkook mentally mused, trying to deny his gradual development of fondness towards the two. To distract himself further, he thought back to his experience sleeping. It wasn’t as pleasant as his form-hugging mattress, silk sheets and multiple pillows back at the palace, because all he had was a somewhat deflated mattress to lay atop off with a singular, peculiarly stuffed cushion and a rough, woollen blanket that made him itch all over. The night wasn’t at all enjoyable and so he stayed awake for most of it, but that left him a lot of time to think over his situation.
His coronation will be held on the 23rd of March and it was currently the 24th of August.
He had exactly a day under eight months.
Was that a long time?…It seems a little short.
"Are you alright Jeong?” your soft voice broke him from his trance, attracting his gaze to meet yours. He didn’t utter a word and just looked at his half finished platter of 2 toasted bread slices, one topped with honey and the other with a scarce helping of partially melted, pale cheese.
“If you aren’t going to eat, I can eat your food for you!” Taehyung offered from beside him, eyeing his meal after having finished his own food. Jungkook, not having much of an appetite, made a move to comply to his request before you reached forward to stop him.
“Don’t listen to this little brat.” you lightly prodded, “He needs to learn how to share,” she stressed the verb as the little boy whined but stepped back, earning him a small smile of approval from his sister, “and he’s a good little boy so he’ll learn to do so in no time."
"That’s right!” Tae grinned up at Jungkook, “You need to eat Jeong; we’re going shopping!”
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Much like the previous day, the dirt streets were bustling with people but now, they knew about him and his ears unwillingly swallowed the brief parts of their gossip.
'It’s that monster again!'
'What on earth is he doing back here?’
'Stay close to me son…'
It was gradually becoming too much for him, with the urge to make up any excuse, just to convince you that he wasn’t physically fit to be on the outing, was sitting at the tip of his tongue. However, he soon came to realise that he was only noting the comments of strangers and not his familiars.
Drifting his gaze down, he caught sight of a large, rectangular grin Taehyung was adorning as he attempted to hold his calloused hand but was only successful in gaining purchase of his middle and index finger. It seemed that the little boy was gaining a lot of pleasure in showing him off to the other kids, who passed by with stiff expressions. Had Taehyung even comprehended the meaning behind their looks? Shaking his head, Jungkook allowed the most imperceptible bit of a smile tug at the corner of his cracked lips. Such a blissful moment was snatched away from him, however, as soon as the insulting voices hammered themselves onto his sensitive eardrums once more - much harder and louder than before.
'I bet you he’ll cause a ruckus again’
'Did you hear him yesterday in front of the castle gates? He’s calling himself the lost prince - Jeon Jungkook!’
'What a lunatic!'
“What one earth are they talking about?…” he heard you briefly utter in incredibility as a look of anger and confusion crossed your eyes. Your confusion only meant that you didn’t see him the way the village folk did and it was relieving. What a nice feeling it was, to have someone be at your side, usually it was his father that took upon that role and although Jungkook loved him dearly, his own self-regard selfishly robbed his father of any physical or verbal affection to connote his appreciation towards him. Guilt crept into his heart and made his chest expand before painfully caving in on itself. He couldn’t breath, his heart was turning cold and his mind was going blank through the oppressing emotions that decided to rudely invade his conscience.
“Why don’t the two of you rest up on that hill over there, I just have to get some bread before we can head on back home.” you pointed towards a grassy hill whilst offering a radiant smile.
“Alright! Come on Jeong! I’ll race you!” you giggled before urging the male to race your little brother.
“You better hurry, or else he’s going to rub it in your face that you lost to a little kid.” He went on his way but wasn’t very enthusiastic in his steps, pulling your lips into a deep frown. It must be because of all those audacious comments the villagers kept muttering under their breath. “He has ears, they know that…why are they being so disrespectful to him? Not even having the delicacy to lower their voices!” sighing loudly, you pushed your way through the mass of people, heading into the local bakery.
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The poor boy was panting his heart out, determined to reach the top before the elder male. He might have missed judged the steepness of the hill and now, here he was; out of breath and almost crawling up the gradient of the grassy slope.
“I-I’m gonna win.” he breathlessly announced in an effort to convince himself that the title of 'Victor' was truly his, alone, to claim. The top was just beyond his reach but did he have enough time to rest? Looking over his shoulder, Taehyung wandered about where his older friend disappeared to. As he dismissed the fact and returned his gaze back to the tip of the mound, he almost screamed at the sight of his troll-friend already over taking him. “H-Hey!"
"What was that about who winning?” the man’s voice cracked at his teasing tone.
“I-I’m going to win! S-so!” a war cry erupted from his chest as he bounded up the rest of the prominence’s unforgiving height.
“Sorry little bud…too late.” Jungkook sniggered, already resting atop the peak of the high ground, his moderately bulbous legs outstretched before him as the sun beat down on his spindly wisps of hair.
“Awww! Poop!” the younger boy cried in exasperation, defeat racking through his body. It was such a sudden invasion of mixed emotions that tears blurred his vision within seconds.
“Hey hey..” Jungkook gently tried to console, grimacing at the evident crack of his vocals but with him being unacquainted with such a situation, an awkward silence filled the air - he didn’t know what else to say. Of course, with no further consolation, the tears proceeded to overflow and gush down Taehyung’s little baby face. “I-I thought you were a big boy!” Jungkook retorted quickly. Somehow, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to tolerate the child’s sadness and tears if things progressed the way they were currently flowing. It was unbeknownst to him the reasons why but he knew that he had to do something - anything - to keep him from bawling.
“I-I am!” Taehyung sniffled feebly.
“But big boys don’t cry.” Jungkook stated firmly, letting whatever it was that was controlling his speech speak for him, “When faced with failure; after being pushed back down; when things all seem hopeless - big boys - they try harder. They get back up and get things done. The failure only makes them stronger, their mind and body becomes more durable and they find that because of that, they can achieve anything they set their mind to.” shocked at his wisdom, Jungkook took a moment to comprehend his own words, but, they weren’t truly his to begin with. They were the knowledgable words of his father. The king truly was a sagacious and tender-hearted ruler; Jungkook had no doubt about that, but he always felt that he would never be able to meet his father upon equal grounds, what had just occurred, however, could be the proof he needs to the one question he’s never stopped asking himself.
Will he ever deserve the throne that he will soon inherit?
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“Jin! I’m here!” you announced upon stepping in the warm climate of the bakery.
“Oh! (Y/N)! You’re just in time! I’ve just taken out the first batch of yours and little TaeTae’s favourite loaf!” you squealed and hugged the elder male.
"Oh, it’s no problem! Anything for my favourite floweriest and crafter!” he chuckled, ruffling your hair. The two of you had grown up together and had always been friends in spite of him being much older than you. You thought Taehyung would view Jin as an older brother, just like you always have, but instead, he calls him 'Samchon’ or 'Uncle Jin’. The humble baker never really did mind, but he was tease sometimes and would dramatically asked if he looked that old. However, because you were so close, the two of you discounted one another’s purchases from each other’s shop.
“Thanks Jin!” you gushed, settling several of the small, warm loaves to group in your self-woven basket before blanketing them in a clean towel - just to retain their heat and freshness for longer.
“No problem, but I’m curious, where’s the little man?” Jin had been looking around at your feet, trying to find Taehyung whilst you had your pick of his fresh batch. His slight disappointment was clear in the meeting of his brows and upsidedown-smile
“He’s hanging out with his new 'troll-friend’.” you giggled, quoting with your dainty fingers as the basket nestled its looped arm at the inner bend of your elbow.
“Troll-friend?..” he queered curiously as you hummed, “are you talking about the 'monster’ the folks have been gossiping about?” a frown instantly broke out over your previously warm expression.
“Why is everyone calling him that?” you huffed, “It isn’t true!” Jin shrugged his shoulders at your protest.
“Apparently, the ugliest creature alive was going around claiming that he was the lost prince and ordering everyone about, being a rude and ignorant fool. People think he has a problem up here.” Jin pressed a finger to his temple as a look of offence painted your face.
“How awful! And they call him a monster simply because of that? There must be some misunderstanding! He’s so…gentle."
"I have confidence in your judge of character (Y/N), but please be careful. I’ll be over tomorrow for a bouquet to decorate my bakery with so maybe I can meet this guy.” you nodded and flashed a frail smile.
“Thank you Jin."
"No problem. I’ll see you tomorrow. Be safe now!"
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On the way home, Jungkook kept his head down with Tae clinging onto his index and middle fingers once more, tearing at a small loaf of bread - he didn’t seem to mind that there was barely anything that added flavour, other than the seeds and nuts that was evident in the loaf's ingredients. He tried to keep his mood fairly up there by indulging in the innocence the young boy was emanating but comments were still carelessly made around him. Did they know he could hear them? But even if they did, would that stop them from insolently gossiping about him anyway?
'He’s so hideous!'
'At least it looks like he’s leaving the town.’
'Thank goodness, I don’t want my children crying.’
It was torture to Jungkook but it was also torture to you, especially when you took a moment to glance over at his sullen expression. The poor soul. Reaching out, you grasped his other hand and gave him a soft squeeze of assurance. This seemed to brighten his mood, but only slightly. His pitiful self worth was breaking him down all the while and his inquisitiveness towards your actions were daunting. What if he never met you? Where would he be if you hadn’t taken him in? He felt somewhat disgraced that he wasn’t able to take care of himself but also grateful. He was finally beginning to appreciate the things he used to take for granted.
Later on, when Taehyung had finished his lunch and announced that he was going to go play out in the open fields. He left an open invitation for Jungkook to take but the male made the excuse of being to exhausted. Instead of taking the invite of childish fun and games, Jungkook watched as you cleaned up the minor things, his mind brewing with questions.
"Don’t you want to get rid of me?” he uttered suddenly, a comment that came out of nowhere.
“Goodness,” you airily remarked out of surprise, “why on earth would I do that?"
"Everyone calls me a hideous monster."
"But you aren’t though.” his eyes stared in shock, under utter disbelief at your statement, “To me you aren’t, and TaeTae seems to believe that you’re a man capable of hanging the moon.” Jungkook raised a brow at your amusement towards the comment, “Don’t question it, he told me himself and when he says something like that, he truly means it.” the two of you chuckled, looking out the open window and taking in the peculiar movements of the young boy playing around in the field. He seemed to be trying to catch butterflies with a imaginary net.
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Since today was your day of from the shop, you and Taehyung went about your normal routine of playing about the house but this time, you had the pleasure of being accompanied by your new addition to the family. He was still rather silent but you knew that he was gradually opening up to the two of you and Taehyung was embracing him with arms and a welcome bigger than the ones he usually portrays. In fact, the two seemed closer than you and your brother were but, ignoring your covetousness, you were glad that Taehyung was freely able to express his true self around someone other than you and Jin. He’s been made so self-conscious about his personality due to the other children, who called him out on his strange behaviour, some even distanced themselves from him, if not, their parents would do so for them. You were also well aware of Taehyung’s want and need for an older brother.
“Hey Hey, Jeong-hyung! Look what I can do!” Taehyung called, attempting to lick his elbow, failing drastically. “No wait, I can do it! Just like you said - I will keep, keep, keep trying!” your brows furrowed in an amused but questioning look.
“What did you tell him?” you asked in a whisper, having leant over to utter into Jungkook’s ear. The male’s face was expressionless but there was a smile in his eyes.
“To never give up because that’s what it means to be a man when faced with failure.” smiling, you nodded. He’s the perfect elder brother figure for your little Taehyung.
'And that’s what I aim to do with this spell! I’ll prove you wrong, you evil witch!'
A/N: No, my dear, your eyes do not deceive you. I am actually updating this. I’m actually not being a little shit and uploading something new. Now, I originally said this is going to be the last part but guess what? Not happening yet. This is +5K words and I am not even halfway through to the ending. And since I have been very busy and have been going through so much shit that’s making writing difficult, I decided to go ahead and divide the part into two so that I can post faster.
I’ll stop talking now. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
They are standing in the same spot
where they once danced, in the center of his hallway, right between the small
living room and the dining table. It’s such a narrow space she remembers
worrying that they might end up stumbling over the neglected food sitting atop
the table. And she remembers her worries vanishing as they swayed together. She
remembers the heat of his touch through her clothing, the slight tremor of his
breath as it blew over the top of her head, the small movements of his fingers,
gently caressing. But most of all, she remembers the way her heart burst, the
way it wanted to escape its shackles, the way it fluttered and shook and wanted
to meet his. This odd space separating one half of his apartment from the other
was incapable of any harm in Caroline’s eyes at that time. But even it betrayed
Now, they stand rigid in it. Now her
heart races; drums against her chest uncomfortably instead. Now his shoulders
are stiff and his face is disinterested. She’s been through this before, knows
the dreadful feeling of watching someone’s figure retreating into a darkness
that will never return them back to her. It is a bitter one. Its taste is that
of a million disappointments and its pain is that of a burning knife slowly
entering once-untouched flesh.
But worst of all, is its haunting
permanence. A shadow of unforgiving mockery, it hangs over her head. Laughs
deviously whenever she looks at herself in the mirror, or pauses to take a
picture: Never good enough, never good enough.
Word count: 3,300+ Pairing: Steve Rogers & female!Reader Warnings: swearing, self-doubt Summary:Request by @cajunlizard:
“Maybe something where Steve meets the reader in an old fashioned club where she is a waitress and they hit it off there?“ A/N: A really sweet request (thank you, by the way, for my first request!), and I enjoyed writing this one-shot! Not really angst-free, but otherwise pure, sweet fluff. Enjoy!
Anonymous asked: Can I request your own version of Ian and Rachel’s wedding night and subsequent honeymoon?
I keep thinking I’ve already done a modern Ian and Rachel wedding, but I can’t find it. So we’ve got this one instead! I’ll continue/conclude their honeymoon in the next installment, but this part felt like a good end. Shout out to @everythingyouweretooafraidtoask for helping me brainstorm some fun things for young Ian. Hope y’all like it!
Description: Your boyfriend’s father is hurt and McGonagall wants you to come with because your twin, Harry, envisioned it happening.
Characters: Harry Potter, Y/N Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Sirius Black, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dubledore, Phineas Nigellus, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley (mentioned)
Pairing(s): Harry!twin x reader!twin, Fred Weasley x reader
Warnings: studying?, smut
Author’s Note: I liked this one but idk, let me know how I did! I’ve never written a Harry Potter fan fiction before.
You were supposed to be asleep, but you were up, but the light of a single candle, studying for Professor Snape’s coming test. You were terrible at Potions and this was your O.W.L’s year which made it more difficult. Plus, you were a Gryffindor, he was head of Slytherin.
You set your quill down and laid back into your pillows and closed your eyes for a few seconds. You were exhausted, but you needed to finish this. As you sat up, you heard a small whisper from outside your curtains of your bed.
“Y/N?” you recognized the panic of Ginny’s voice and peeped out of your little cocoon. She ran over to you with tears in her eyes.
“Dad’s been hurt,” she bit her lip slightly to stop herself from sobbing, “McGonagall wants you to come with. Something happened with Harry.” You get up and slip on your slippers and follow her down the stairs quickly, where you saw your boyfriend, Fred, his twin, and Professor McGonagall standing, waiting in the Common Room. You hurry the rest of the steps down and Fred reaches for your hand as you rush to his side.
“Professor Dumbledore will explain more to you all once we get to his office,” McGonagall said with worried tone in her voice. She turned around and walked out of the portrait hole in the wall and headed towards the Headmaster’s Office. You, Fred, George, and Ginny all followed in silence. After you were out of the Common Room Fred put his arm around you and held you close.
“Are you okay?” you whispered as you looked up at him, he smiled slightly.
“No babe, my father he’s…he’s been…and I don’t know how Harry knows, and he’s hurt and-” he began to ramble on when you put your arm around his waist.
“It’ll all be okay, I promise,” you ducked your head and cuddled into his chest slightly. You felt his breathing become more uneven as you approached Dumbledore’s Office entrance. You squeezed him tightly and moved away from him for PDA reasons.
“Harry – what’s going on?” Ginny was the first one to speak as you all filed into the Headmasters office, “Professor McGonagall says you saw Dad hurt –”
“Your father has been injured in the course of his work for the Order of the Phoenix,” Dumbledore answered kindly, “He’s been taken to the St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I am sending the 6 of you back to Sirius’s house; your mother will meet you there. The Floo Powder Network is being watched, you will go by Portkey.” He looked at the small kettle on his desk. You felt Fred reach for your hand again. As you glanced upwards, you noticed a tear fall from Fred’s cheek.
You held his hand tightly as you all gathered around the kettle and touched it. Dumbledore counted off and you felt the ground vanish beneath your feet. Fred wrapped his free arm around you and pulled you closer than you had been before. In a moments time you felt the ground back under your body. Fred still held you close as you all backed away from the kettle.
“What’s going on?” Sirius asked frantically, “Phineas Nigellus said Arthur’s been badly injured –”
“Ask Harry,” Fred said as you felt his breathing become uneven once again. You rubbed his back and watched for the next person to speak.
“Yeah, I want to hear this for myself,” George said confidently from the other side of his brother, obviously finding comfort standing there. Harry mumbled and stuttered his way through explaining with what happened. Everyone stood in silence after he was done. What could this mean? Why was Harry having visions of Voldemorts snake? You shook your head and turned to Fred, you were more worried about him anyways.
“Is Mum here?” Fred spoke again, turning towards Sirius.
“She probably doesn’t even know what’s happened yet. The important thing was to get you away before Umbridge could interfere. I expect Dumbledore’s letting Molly know now,” Sirius addressed the whole group. Ron was more pale than usual and looked sick to his stomach. Ginny was still crying slightly and Harry looked worried and exhausted.
“We’ve got to go to St. Mungos!” Ginny said urgently as she looked around for support from her brothers and you and Harry, “Could you lend us some cloaks or –”.
“Hang on, you can’t go tearing off to St. Mungos!” Sirius blocked the entrance door.
“‘Course we can go to St. Mungos if we want,” Fred said slightly angered as he pulled away from you, “He’s our dad!”
“And how are you going to explain how you knew Arthur was attacked before the hospital even let his wife know?”
“What does it matter?” George stepped forward and fronted Sirius.
“It matters because we don’t want to draw attention to the fact that Harry is having visions of things that are happening hundreds of miles away!” Sirius began to get angry, “Have you any idea what the Ministry would make of that?” Fred and George looked equally pissed off as you tried to calm Fred down.
“Fred there’s no point in getting angry, he’s got a point-” Sirius and Ginny had been talking while you were attempting to calm your Freddie down.
“We don’t care about your dumb Order!” Fred bellowed as he took Sirius by the collar. You pulled him off and stood in between them.
“It’s our dad dying we’re talking about here,” George added.
“Your father knew what he was getting into, and he won’t thank you for messing things up for the Order!” Sirius took a step towards the twins angrily, “This is how it is – this is why you’re not in the Order – you don’t understand – there are things worth dying for!”
Fred pushed you aside and got within inches of Sirius’s face and screamed, “Easy for you to say, stuck here! I don’t see you risking your neck!”
“That’s enough!” You interjected once again, “Sirius has his reasons for staying here. Fred, we can’t leave yet, not until your mother gets here. Now let’s get some drinks and wait.” Fred knew you were right as the others silently followed your request of waiting and walked into the small dining room area. Fred held you up in the right spaced hall.
“I’m sorry Y/N – I didn’t mean to get so angry and…”
“Shut up,” you laughed slightly, “I would have been angry as well if I was in your position.” His hands found your waist as he pulled you into his large warm body.
“I love you,” he whispered as his hands ran up your back and into your hair as he pulled your face up to his. He leaned in and kissed your nose and then down to your lips. You had had kisses before, but this was incredible. You closed your eyes and kissed him back. He pulled away and looked into your eyes.
“I love you more Freddie,” you whispered back. He giggled and kissed your forehead before dragging you into the dining room where he plopped down into a chair and you say next to him. Everyone was silent except for the occasional clinking of the glasses of Butterbeer being set back into the table. A few moments later a burst of flame above the table and illuminated the room. A scroll of parchment fell onto the table accompanied by a single Phoenix feather. Sirius lifted the parchment and began to read to whom it was addressed to.
“This isn’t Dumbledore’s hand writing, it must be from your mother – here.” He thrust the letter into George’s hands.
The parchment was ripped open and George read aloud, “Dad is still alive. I am setting out for St. Mungo’s now. Stay where you are. I will send news as soon as I can. Mum.”
“Still alive…but that makes it sound–” George’s voice cracked and he stopped talking. He needn’t finish the sentence.
“Y/N,” Fred’s quiet sad voice came from your right, “Come, dear.” He patted his lap and you smiled, accepting his offer. You got up and sat on his lap as a child would, feet hanging off the one side of the arm rest. Your head rested in the crook of his neck as you felt yourself slowly doze off into a dreamless sleep.
You jolted awake at the sound of the door being swung open. As Mrs. Weasley entered the kitchen you all stood up and looked at her expectantly, she smiled.
“He’s going to be alright,” she said in a tired weak voice. Fred sat back down with his hands covering his face. Ron downed his Butterbeer and Ginny and George ran over and hugged their mother. You hugged Fred as he stood back up with tears in his eyes.
“So breakfast for eight? Kreacher?” Sirius said joyfully as he sprang to life, “Kreacher!? KREACHER!” Sirius shook his head mumbling to Harry as they went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. You got up and stopped Harry before the door.
“Harry what’s going on?” you whispered to him, “Why did you have a vision?” He shrugged.
“I don’t know,” he sighed and looked up at your scar on your forehead, “But what I’m more wondering is why i saw it and you didn’t.”
“Maybe because I wasn’t sleeping Harry, I don’t know, but my scar has been hurting more often than not and its worrying me,” you knew Harry’s had hurt as well, you had often seen him fidgeting with his hair around his scar.
“Yeah me too,” he looked down, “It’ll all be okay. We’ll figure it out.” You hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before he walked back towards the kitchen area.
After everything was eaten Mrs. Weasley sent you all to bed to get some rest. You all gave her a warm hug one by one as you all passed her to go up the stairs.
“Y/N?” Fred said quietly as you climbed the stairs.
“Can I come sleep with you in your room? I don’t want to be alone right now,” he said, you could tell he was embarrassed to admit it. But you turned around and kissed him.
“Of course you can, but I guess the only thing I worry about is your mother.”
“She likes you, a lot. And she knows how much you mean to me, please…don’t worry about it,” he always knew how to say the right thing. You nodded and yawned as you turned around. As you did you tripped and Fred caught you as you fell backwards. You laughed and so did he. He picked you up bridal style and carried you the rest of the way up the flight of stairs.
You pointed to your room door and you opened it and he quickly walked to the bed where he sat you down. After he made sure you were okay, he went and closed the door. It was pitch black in the room and you heard him hit his foot on the bed post. You giggled as he cursed and got up onto the bed. The candle on the bedside table was suddenly lit but a small flame. You look at Fred and smile. He crawled over top of you and laid there, with his head tucked into your neck. You were wearing thin sweatpants and an old warn down shirt of Fred’s but you were sweating.
“Its much too warm in here for you to lay on me like that,” you panted as he moved his head and licked your neck once before moving down slowly and kissing his way back up your neck to your ear.
“Fred..” You whined. You hadn’t had a time or a place to do this since school has started. Between your O.W.L.’s and Umbridge you and Fred kept your distance.
His hands fell to your hips as he licked and sucked on your tender, ticklish neck. You leaned your head back and let out a quiet moan as one of his hand slipped inside your shorts. He massages your clit through your panties and you wiggled your hips around, trying to create more friction.
“These have got to go,” Fred mumbled as he pulled your shorts and panties off and set them on the floor next to the bed. He growled slightly as he slithered down your body. You slipped off your tank top and revealed your breasts. Fred reached out and squeezed and kneaded at your nipple.
“Omg,” you gasped as Fred’s tongue made connection with your pussy. He licked up and down, sucked on your clit, and squeezed your tit. His other hand eventually made its way to your entrance. One finger entered you, which made you squirm around.
“Freddie!” You moaned and ran your fingers through his soft ginger hair, “Freddie I’m gonna cum!” You felt his face curl into a smile as he added another finger and pumped faster. Within seconds you toppled over the edge in pleasure and let out a silent scream. Fred kept pleasuring you until your orgasm finished. He made one final lick before crawling up towards you with lust in his eyes. He kissed you roughly as you felt him pulling his pants down.
“I would ask for a blowjob but baby I can’t last. It’s been too long since we’ve had alone time,” he grunted as he struggled with his pj pants. You laughed a little and helped him. He grabbed your hands and held them above your head with one hand and the other he positioned his cock at your entrance. He looked down at you and thrust into you gently.
“Oh Fred…” you moaned loudly. He put his hand over your mouth.
“Shhhh, we don’t want to be heard,” he growled as he began to thrust harder and faster into you, “Merlin Y/N, you’re so tight.” You panted with him in sync as you brought his head down and kissed him.
“Y/N I’m not going to be able to last much longer,” he breathed heavily as he pulled away from your mouth. He reached down and began rubbing your clit with his strong hand.
“F-Freddie!!! I’m coming!” You whisper-cried. You felt your walls collapse around his throbbing cock. He thrust into you once more before you felt his warm cum shoot into you. He growled and bit your neck a little as you two finished your way through your orgasms.
“That was amazing Fred,” you shivered as he pulled out and laid next to you. He pulled you into him as he spooned you and then covered your naked bodies with a soft blanket.
“You’re amazing babe,” he whispered in your ear as his arm wrapped around your stomach. You smiled and drifted off to sleep.
Their first place together is a tiny apartment in San Fransisco when Annabeth graduates from Ivy League with a degree in architecture and Reyna decides that its time to retire from being Praetor and try being in the mortal world.
They’re both quite minimalist people so aside from a few photographs of themselves and their friends theres not much decor in the place. Their colour scheme is muted blues and beiges and reddish brown and it works really well.
The kitchen, living and dining space is all open plan and quite small but they don’t mind. There is a bathroom, tiny bedroom and master bedroom off this. They have gym equipment in the tiny bedroom, not much, just a few weights and a yoga mat. Annabeth really gets into yoga, it calms her down after a long stressful day at work and she works really long hours always trying to get that last bit done.
One day Annabeth wants a house big enough to have a library / office space so she can work from home easily and doesn’t have to go downtown to the company office everyday. She’d like to work freelance one day but until she builds her portfolio and gets her own office space thats not possible.
Reyna spends a bit of time going from job to job but eventually settles down being a personal trainer. She’s constantly making notes in her book about what each of her clients needs and what the next steps are, Annabeth thought she was bad for brining her work home with her but Reyna is worse once she gets going in her career. Annabeth sometimes has to pry the notebook away from her to get her to sit and eat with her.
Every morning they go for a run together before work and then sit in their kitchen and drink coffee before getting ready for work. These moments are the best moments in life to both of them.
Annabeth is the more domesticated of the two, she’s better at doing the washing, ironing and cooking, but she always forgets to dust. Reyna isn’t amazing at cooking but the few dishes she can make, she makes amazingly.
At first Annabeth was terrible at doing the washing, she was always putting the wrong colours in together but eventually she learned. Reyna still isn’t great at that so they buy colour catchers.
Annabeth doesn’t know how but Reyna can make a bed really quickly and easily. She has no trouble getting the sheet to stay on or the duvet to go in the cover and it amazes Annabeth because when she tries every time she goes to put another corner of the sheet on, another pops off again and the duvet always ends up rumpled and not inside the cover properly at all - she’s just a mess - so Reyna always makes the bed when its washing day.
Now they have their own space they don’t go out for date night as much. They like to put a tablecloth onto their little dining table and put lots of candles out and have a meal together, just them and to Reyna its the perfect way to spend a Saturday night.
When they finally get that big house they’ve been dreaming of it feels so empty. It’s got four bedrooms and an office and so Annabeth takes the office downstairs and fills it up with books and Reyna takes a bedroom upstairs and converts into an office for her when she brings her work him with her. Sometimes they sit together in Annabeth’s office but sometimes that means no work gets done.
They adopt two little girls after living in the house a while. It’s something they’ve been wanting to do ever since they moved in together but they both knew they needed a good foothold on their careers, and Reyna had needed to decide what to do.
Reyna cuts down her hours so Annabeth can continue working, she’d always wanted kids but didn’t want to sacrifice her career. She was so happy to be able to have both. Reyna is the one to take them and pick them up from school and she helps them with their homework and at the end of the day when Annabeth finishes work they all have dinner together and they are both so happy because they never really had families, or good ones anyway, and they’ve now got their own.
They still sit in the kitchen and drink coffee on a morning before school and work and neither of them never want that to end.
Summary - A
mysterious person who writes on your skin, an interesting co-worker who
is making his way into your heart. A man whose past you need to know
and a man who needs to understand your present. In a journey that takes
you beyond the boundaries of time, sanity and love, you are left torn
between choices to make and decisions to take.
And no. Not everything was about love. It was also about destiny.
“Come on in and make yourself comfortable, I’ll get you a towel.”
You held the door of your house open for Jungkook, who shivered a little and smiled at you gratefully. He walked in, sliding his bag off his shoulders on to your dining table, leaving a trail of water which dripped from his clothes all over the small space you called your living room. You quickly grabbed a towel and handed it to him so he could dry himself then walked into the kitchen to whip up something nice and hot for him so you could ease your guilt.
The time was 8 now and you were supposed to be at work 2 hours ago to go through the presentation one last time before you showed it to your client later in the evening. But somehow yesterday your phone accidentally landed up in the toilet bowl and that in turn lead to two things - One, you oversleeping, because you didn’t have an alarm to wake you up. And two, you not being able to receive any of the hundreds of calls Jungkook made. He had been so worried sick that he rushed on his bike to your house to check on you, getting thoroughly drenched in the pouring rain, banging on your front door finally waking you up. You took a minute to quickly throw a sweater over you and change out of your shorts into pants before he almost broke down the door.
Jungkook walked into the kitchen, rubbing the towel at the back of his head through his damp hair. The wet strands that were falling in his eyes were dripping with tiny droplets of water that were catching the sun’s light. Dripping onto his already wet white shirt, that was sticking to his body in a dangerously attractive way. You tore your eyes away from the alluring sight and returned to the stove making some hot chocolate for him.
“Substitute Guardian” (a Morgan Lives AU) Chapter 2
Author’s Note: Chapter is after the Read More, so as not to clutter folks’ dashboards.
A year ago, I wrote the first chapter of an AU fic about Morgan surviving the events of Turn Coat. Well, I know it’s been a long time in coming, but here is Chapter Two of that AU, the title of which has been settled on. I only hope you will find this entertaining, and that it might help some of you stave off the boredom of having to continue to wait for Jim to finish Peace Talks. Enjoy. ^_^
Part of a little something I have been working on lately; Three
apartments in a converted warehouse. They all have the same footprint,
but residents were able to arrange the room divison in the apartment
however they wanted.
Entry / kithcen&dining / living area
Sleeping / working area
I would loooooove this work space….
And lastly; The small bathroom “box”.
What do you think?
have finished the ground floor apartment as well (completely different
style from this one) however that apartment has a small garden plot,
which means I have to be in the mood to decorate a garden before I can
show it to you.