Pintobean-army - Bean

Potions

Summary: Magic is banned, to perform it is an act punishable by death, a law brought in by the queen. And yet, here you are, living in the same palace as her, defying that law by performing the magic she so hates. You don’t feel at risk of being found out, you are only a lowly healer, a nobody. But when the prince discovers you and can’t seem to leave you alone, you may not be as safe as you thought.

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genre: Prince Jimin, Healer reader, royal au, fluff, angst.

Word count: 23.6k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, anxious thoughts, worry and panic, a bit of angst, mentions of human trafficking, problem parents (it gets a tad nasty), medical things, cuts.

Authors Note: This story really took on a mind of its own. I love it, but I started it thinking it would be around 10k and then it just grew and grew into the monster you see today. I hope you enjoy this royal au!

The door bangs open and you scatter your work without a second thought. The piece of paper you were reading gets tucked into the pages of a book, the small glass jar you were working on is pushed aside as if it had nothing to do with anything, trying to blend it in with the other jars just like it along the wall. You weren’t exactly inconspicuous about it. The speed at which you moved, the way you shut the book and shoved everything away, it was obvious you were doing something you shouldn’t, you just hoped it was obvious what you were doing that was so wrong.

But while you take the few seconds to scatter you work the person behind you doesn’t say anything. Normally one of the girls would have been half way through their request while barging through the door. But while the door banged open, it had also banged shut, deep breaths sounding out in the quiet room as if the person had just run a marathon to get here.

Spinning, you turn to look at the new occupant of the room, and immediately freeze.

Even from the back, you can tell it’s the crown prince. Park Jimin. Even without all the almost literal flashing signs telling you it was him; without the navy, gold embroidered clothing, without the tall, slim, well-cut figure, without the regal grace that literally flows off him, you’d be able to tell it was him.

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like flowers we bloom

— in which a garden isn’t the only thing you’re building with Min Yoongi 

[ PAIRING ] :: yoongi x fem!reader

[ GENRE ] :: bad boy au + fluff

[ WORD COUNT ] :: 5k 

[ WARNINGS ] :: slow burn, some knowledge of flowers, yoongi is a meanie in the beginning </3 

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Yoongi can’t help but curl his lips into a snarl around the cigarette hanging between his teeth as watches Kim Taehyung produce a spray can from the insides of his backpack. “Again?” Yoongi crows, still leaning against the wall, hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Jesus Tae, have you forgotten what happened the last time you tried to pull this off?”

Taehyung merely smiles at this, shaking the spray can as he takes a few steps back from the wall, a hint of admiration upon the blank canvas—soon to be filled with the freedom of his expression. “What ever happened to learning from your mistakes, hyung?”

“I like to think you’re smarter than that when it comes to something like this,” Yoongi lets out before scoffing at his friend. “And out in public too for fucks sake.”

It’s true—Taehyung has always been a little too reckless for Yoongi’s taste, always electing to do something and worrying about the consequences later on. The latter would know this from experience, of course. Taehyung almost got them all arrested a few weeks back because of the very item Taehyung is showcasing in his hands. Under broad daylight.

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part one - profiles

~cursed~

[witch!taehyung x cursed!reader]

— in which you are a wedding florist plagued by ghosts, taehyung is a self-proclaimed witch, yoongi is a grim reaper who hates his job, and jin is your guardian angel just trying his best

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i’m your jerk

characters/pairings: Jungkook x OC!Rina (ft. the whole crew and Rina’s classmate)

genre: family and fluff

request: [@kookietsukkie​] rina’s graduation celebration!! idk man i just really need to see another emotional jungkook moment 🥲

[anon] a jealous JK please hehehehehhehehebbeheheheh

a/n: okay, i haven’t graduated college yet so i don’t know how this works LOL. assuming it’s like high school, you don’t get your diploma when you walk the stage (well at least from where i’m from), but let’s just pretend you do! okay? okay. also bestie, i’m sorry this wasn’t too emotional. i got caught up on making JK jealous o_o

also pt.2 i didn’t realize until after i finished this that the request was graduation CELEBRATION. i got too excited, so i hope this is okay😭

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Graduation day. The whole crew was here. 

After all the hard work, the things they’ve been through, and a lovely wedding, Rina’s finally graduating with a bachelor’s in business! 

Jungkook was especially proud of his wife.

He can say that now that they got married a few months ago. Jungkook couldn’t believe that she was graduating already. It felt like yesterday when Rina just got back to school. 

But we all know how that went, and they rather not think about how that played out.  

Any who, Jungkook was so so proud. He couldn’t stop telling everyone how hard she worked for this.  

“You know Rina juggled working at the bakery, taking care of me and Sian, planning the wedding, getting married, and everything in between while she studied??” Jungkook says, snapping pictures of his wife from where they sat. 

“She would study during breaks,” Sohyun pouts. “I’m so proud of her.”

“When Auntie Rin goes up, can we clap for her?” Soojin asks, watching everyone clap for their family members and friends. 

“Of course, you all have to yell as LOUD as you can when they call Auntie Rin’s name. Okay?” Jungkook tells them, before hiding back behind the camera to take more pictures. “We have to be louder than everyone else here.”

Rina was finally standing up, getting ready to be called up to the stage.

“Hwang Rina,” they call. Rina walks across the stage and the crowd goes feral. By crowd, I mean the group. 

“GO MOMMY!” Sian yells.

“THAT’S OUR AUNTIE RIN!!” The rest of the kids yell, whooing and clapping.

“THAT’S OUR GIRL!” Yuna yells.

“RINA RINA RINA,” the boys chant. Rina glances at the group, scrunching her nose at them as they were making her face turn a light shade of red.

“THAT’S MY WIFE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Safe to say no one beat their yelling. 

And no one beat Hoseok and Sarang’s baby boy’s crying. 

You’d think Somang would be used to loudness considering Hoseok’s his dad. 

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forest bride — myg

FOREST BRIDE | Min Yoongi | Oneshot | Requested by Anon

Original Request: hii i would like to request an arranged marriage au that turned out as a healthy relationship, unlike where oc came from y'know family full of mistreatment and favoritism. any member is fine! thank u! Plot: The business transaction of a marriage between two previous warring clans takes an unexpected turn. Pairing: Yoongi x OC (Name: Kiku) Genre: Historical Inspired | Arranged Marriage Rating: 18+ Word Count: 8.9k Warnings: emotionally distanced family dynamics, emotional abuse and bullying from family members, minor character death (mentioned), angst, explicit sexual content (unprotected, gentle). Author's Note: This was soo much fun to do! I hope you like reading it as much as I loved writing it! Thank you to the anon who requested this <3

Kiku was a quiet daughter amongst children of four in the Moon Clan. She was in the middle of the line of birth, often keeping to herself while her father doted on her brothers and her mother babied Hanaka, her sister. Kaito, the oldest son of their family, was the only person who ever paid attention Kiku.

He taught her how to play the Koto when they were younger. The soft plucking of strings were the only sounds she made in her household. Her mother, Keiko complimented the sound with the assumption that it was Hanaka. When Kaito explained that it was Kiku, their mother pointed the lack of precision at the ends of each verse.

Kiku felt safe and comforted under the wing of Kaito.

But fate had other plans.

Kaito grew sick after a hunting wound turned gangrenous and the winter only worsened his condition. When he passed, Kiku felt the searing and back-breaking weight of her family's scrutiny.

Suddenly she was no longer Kaito's companion. She was a mouth they didn't want to feed.

On the fresh cusp of spring, her parents unceremoniously announced her arrangement to marry the chief of the Onyx clan. Their rival.

"Kaito said they were dangerous," Kiku said as she knelt on the ground of their main living area. Her parents stared down at her while Hanaka and their younger brother Haruki sat on the cushioned mat.

"Kaito isn't here. Don't name him when we haven't finished mourning, stupid girl," Keiko spoke through gritted teeth.

"You will marry Chief Min Yoongi and give this family an important alliance," Daiki said with a finality to his tone.

The Onyx Clan was notorious for raiding other clans, enslaving their high-born families and treating any foreign spouses like dirt. Preventing them from causing any problems in the Moon Clan was to keep them at bay with something that they didn't think was a risk.

Keiko would never send Hanaka to a place like that. Perhaps Kiku was prepared specifically for this very alliance, forcing themselves not to love her so they could make a difficult decision. Perhaps that was just her own heart trying to find a glimpse of love in a place that had none for her since the beginning.

Kiku lowered her head in a solemn acceptance, her dress still black and her heart still raw from mourning the only family member who loved her. "I will do as you wish."

-

The wedding flourished during a misty, cold morning just at the skirts of dawn where purple kissed the edges of the mountains. Kiku wore a white dress of pretty silk, embroidered in both ivory and crimson thread as if the cloth bled. A white veil laid over her head giving the world around her more of a misty vision.

They held the wedding in the central border between the Moon and Onyx Clan. There was a gentle plain where it was decorated with flowers, divided with wood and a tea set prepared on a small wooden table. Her father walked her over to the table.

Kiku forced herself not to look at her groom just yet. Instead staring at the teapot in front of them, spouting a plume of steam with the faint hint of jasmine and honey in her nose. Tea ceremonies during weddings were a common tradition amongst both clans. Thankfully, it was a tea that Kiku enjoyed but the symbol of it dawned on her like a heavy weight on her back.

Sharing tea with a man outside her family was a sign that she was now connected to him. Bonded to him. A man that Kiku hadn't even looked at yet. So she gained some bravery within herself and stared up.

Min Yoongi wasn't a large man but he was taller than her. In this vulnerable state, he looked like a looming statue. It wasn't necessarily his stature but his presence that created weight. His black eyes pierced deeply into her as if peeling off layers of every protective sense she had of herself.

A deep scar ran down his eye, making it a little greyer than the left eye. His lips were pursed and a little pink while his pitch black hair was long to the nape. Short hair was often a sign of a deadly warrior. Someone who killed many without mercy and had little honour. At least that was what her parents told her.

The esteemed monk stepped to the front of the altar and began to recite ancient chants of a bonding ritual. Kiku tried to focus on the words but she couldn't stop keeping Yoongi's gaze. His eyes softened just then when she wasn't loosening her gaze either. As if he was waiting for her to look at him.

For a brief moment, Kiku noticed something gentle behind that demeanour. Or perhaps it was yet again her mind tricking her into feeling something positive when her world was turning upside down and she couldn't do anything about it. Yoongi glanced briefly over to the monk as they stepped to the table.

He waved his hands as he spoke his chants before gesturing to a young boy.

It was the father's duty to pour the tea. So Daiki poured it with a solemn face, almost bored. The waft of jasmine and honey coated her nose, giving her some comfort.

The groom shared his tea with the bride first. Yoongi's hands were veined heavily as if he were training in the dark hours of the morning before coming here. He reached out carefully, slow enough so Kiku didn't feel shocked. He pulled at the fabric and revealed her face, the cold morning breeze kissing her heated up skin.

Yoongi picked the tea cup, softly placing the brim of the cup to her lips.

Kiku kept her eyes on him right until she felt the warm honey touch of the tea on her tongue. She slowly pressed her lips together as he pulled the cup away. Just as Yoongi's cup clinked down, she picked up her own cup.

Yoongi lowered his head a little, making it easy to her to gently tip the cup. He took a sip, his throat bobbed up and down before she placed it back on the table.

The ceremony had been sealed. Even as Kiku foolishly tried to look back and say goodbye to her family, her mother was already fixing Hanaka's hair and her father continued speaking to Haruki. Niether of them gave any indication that they wished for a goodbye so Kiku turned back without a word.

Yoongi held her hand, just barely brushing at first to ensure Kiku would respond.

Kiku curled her fingers around his, allowing him to fully intertwine together before making way to the horses.

Yoongi clasped her waist, pushing her up to sit on the horse. Then he sat behind her, grabbing the reins as the scent of rain wafted in Kiku's nose.

The air turned wet to the touch and she noticed the darkened splotches on the tree bark of a soft drizzle slowly turning to gentle rain.

"Are you sure you don't want to speak to them?" Yoongi uttered his first question as her husband and Kiku wasn't sure how to respond or feel.

Kiku glanced briefly at her family, seeing Haruki rubbing his brow in boredom while her mother was still having a conversation with Hanaka, touching her chin. Still none of them tried to look her away. "It's alright."

Yoongi didn't order the horse to move for a few minutes before a small hum vibrated through his chest, tingling her back. "Very well," he said. He made a clicking noise and the horse began to gallop at a steady pace.

The forest that was considered Moon Clan's territory was an identical stream of teal leaved trees and small wildflowers, clustered amongst light brown mushrooms and wet lands. Kiku enjoyed walking through them purely because it was peace outside of her household.

However, Onyx Clan's territory harboured something so different that it almost felt magical. There were still those collections of teal leaved trees that wafted a sweet scent. Other than that, she saw patches of yellow and pink flowers, flat mushrooms that blushed at the edges and pretty deep green vines that wrapped around dark tree bark.

The sun began peeking a sharp light at the edge of the mountains, making the distant rivers look like melted gold.

The Onyx Clan itself was a beautiful village, with calmly sleeping cows and horses in their stables. Night food stalls open for business as families were out to eat chilli noodles and honeycomb candy. Moon Clan was so used to clean diets and fresh fish that the deep, spiced notes of the stalls overwhelmed Kiku, reminding her even more than she wasn't in her old household anymore.

People of the Onyx Clan gave way when they noticed Yoongi riding into the village. Their faces filled with smiles and excited whispers as they noticed her white dress. A little girl waved shyly at her.

Kiku hesitated but waved back with a faint smile.

As they arrived to the main cluster of houses for the high-born Min family, Kiku saw a group of people waiting for them.

Yoongi jumped off the house with a thud before gently holding onto Kiku again and helping her onto the ground as well. A small set of stairs led up to the cluster of houses.

When they reached, the older woman in centre gave a kind smile. By the way she was dressed in a beautiful silk kimono and the way Yoongi bowed low when seeing her, Kiku knew she was the matriarch of the family. Seeing so much kindness after her grief was something Kiku hadn't prepared herself to expect. So for a moment, she felt lost and unable to respond. She managed to give a wide enough smile.

"Bloody hell, Yoongi, you scared the shit out of her," a young woman from the side chuckled. Not in mockery but just jovial nature.

"Yun," the older woman reprimanded with a serious expression. "Manners." She turned back to Kiku with a smile. "Sorry, my dear, I understand you're in a new place. And our clans haven't had the best relationship but you are family now." She reached out and touched her hand.

Kiku could've been moved to tears at a warm mother's touch but she kept herself strong.

"My name is Hwayoung," she said. "These are my daughters Nari and Yun. I have a son named Yeong but he's away on a trip and will return tomorrow."

Kiku nodded. "It's lovely to meet you."

Hwayoung's flickered to Yoongi. "Let's have dinner and then you both can go rest."

After their dinner concluded and Kiku's belly was warm, they convened back to their bed chambers.

Kiku was given night dresses and also new clothes for the next few days. Especially since her family didn't give her any dress to take except for one.

For a while, the room was left empty with just Kiku watching the fire flicker before skimming through the books laid upon the mantle. It was mostly war and history stories along with some manuals on mastering the sword. Kiku wished she had some books on the Koto to play and fill her days that didn't have to do with having Yoongi's children. But she wasn't sure.

Hwayoung and Yoongi's sisters seemed nice enough but there was no way of telling whether it was a momentary ruse. After all, they couldn't be rude to her in front of everyone. Although a part of Kiku wanted to believe that their kind faces were genuine.

The door then clicked open. Yoongi walked through, wearing a relaxed black silk shirt and his hair tousled as if he had just taken a bath. He closed the door behind him, expression taken aback for a moment as if he hadn't expected someone in his bed chambers before softening.

"Do you have everything you need?" Yoongi asked.

"Yes, thank you." Kiku walked forward to him as he sat at the edge of the bed. She didn't say anything yet but Yoongi's throat bobbed up and down.

Stammering, he said. "We can just sleep."

Kiku blinked curiously. Of all the things she expected, this wasn't one of them. It was relieving that he was kind but to completely let her adjust to the new place was not on the list of expectation. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Yoongi said, keeping his eyes on her. "It's been a long day. We should both rest."

Kiku intertwined her fingers together and nodded, feeling a strange warmth in her chest. "Alright. Good night."

-

In the morning, Kiku awoke to an empty space in her bed. When one of the maidservants entered to serve her, she explained that Yoongi went out to train early in the morning just before breakfast to keep him awake.

Kiku hoped she didn't look scared to deter him into performing any marital duties. Perhaps throughout the day, she could try to comfort him. She knew what she was getting into.

After taking a warm bath with the maidservant being surprisingly gentle and kind, Kiku was called into breakfast by Hwayoung.

The Min family gathered under a gazebo structure made from black wood. It was round and the food laid out smelled like home in a place that hadn't been her home for a full day yet. Baked fish, soups, rice, fruits for sweetness. It was a spread for something that usually rushed in her family. Or at least Kiku would have to eat quickly.

Kiku sat down next to Yoongi while Yun and Nari continued on their conversation. Yoongi's brother, Yeong came in from his trip and he looked a softer compared to his older brother and smiled often. Usually making jokes with his mother.

Yoongi ate fish and seemed to prefer the soups over rice.

While the others were deep in their conversation, Kiku leaned in slightly. "How was training?" she asked.

Yoongi looked up, again a little shocked but quickly softened. "It was good."

"Yoongi gets quite sore after his training, Kiku," Yun said with a small smirk. "Maybe later in the afternoon, you should give him a massage. Lord knows he needs a good one."

Yoongi glared for a moment but Kiku found it endearing.

"Yun," Hwayoung reprimanded but with a playful air this time rather than the disciplinary one of last night. "Kiku should not be forced to do anything she doesn't want to."

Kiku stammered. "I'm alright with it. I used to give shoulder massages to my brother all the time."

Yoongi cleared his throat. "It's really alright." He nodded.

Kiku smiled politely, lowering her head.

"Perhaps Kiku should come spend the day with us since brother insists on being boring," Yun said.

"I am new here," Kiku said.

"A tour then," Nari said.

Hwayoung perked up. "You can take her down to the markets and get some silks or jewellery. There's lots of music playing there too."

Kiku blinked curiously. "Would there be any Koto players?"

"You like the Koto?" Hwayoung asked.

"My brother taught me how to play." Kiku's heart clenched at the mention of him again. It had been so lovely to be in a place like this. How nice would it have been if their family all spoke so easily to one another.

"That's sweet. How is your brother now?"

"He's passed away," Kiku said.

"I'm sorry, my dear." Hwayoung's eyes turned sad. Both of empathy for her but something else. "I lost my husband a while ago as well. I understand it can feel empty." The table turned quiet for a few moments to remember their father

"Thank you." Kiku's words were simple but Hwayoung didn't fully realise just how much comforting words directed at her. Like a warm, tight hug that she could cry into.

-

Kiku spent her time walking around with Yun and Nari as they explained all the ins and outs of the clan's main village. They had three smaller towns that used the same supplies and answered to Yoongi as Chief but this was the clan that Yoongi's ancestors had built and it was beautiful.

Nari took her to the bookshop and silk store. Kiku bought herself a pretty purple silk dress while also getting books on poetry that she used to enjoy listening to. A poetess would visit their clan when they were younger and Kaito would work in the shadow puppet shows to re-enact them.

It was one of the few things Kiku was allowed to watch with the family while helping Kaito work with the puppets.

Then they went to the food stalls. Kiku ate spicy dumpling noodles with mushrooms foraged from the forest. Apparently they helped with childbearing as the old woman stated, clearly knowing that it was going to be her who bears the next Chief. Kiku hadn't quite let that sink in but even when she did think about it, it wasn't a horrible thought.

Kiku, Yun and Nari then made their way to the training grounds once their bellies were full and their cheeks hurt from laughing. Kiku hadn't laughed or smiled like this since Kaito made jokes to cheer her up. While they did bicker, Yun and Nari seemed like they were close and loving to one another.

Kiku wondered if Hanaka and her would have ever been like that if their mother didn't get involved so much.

At the centre of the training grounds, Kiku saw Yoongi training with his younger brother Yeong. He spoke instructions for Yeong to follow, keeping one hand behind his back as if to hinder himself from making any strong moves. Yeong kept his hands tight on the hilt of the sword, swinging right against Yoongi's parries as the clang of steel whistled in the air.

Kiku found herself seeing the concentrated scrunch of his dark brows, sharp jawline a little clenched as he parried another attack. His black hair was tied back with chunks of it falling over the frame of his face. "He does this every morning."

Yun hummed. "You like what you see?"

Kiku cleared her throat. "It's nice he's teaching his brother."

"Yeong should focus on his studies too but he keeps running to brother for more training," Nari said. "Yoongi never refuses. He likes training for no reason."

"Ever since father died, brother trains constantly. There's no war but he always says there might be danger," Yun said. "Even with your alliance, he's still weary." Nari quickly nudged her arm and for the first time, Yun felt a little uncomfortable.

Kiku pursed her lips together. She wondered if Yoongi was suspicious that her father would run an attack on them regardless of their alliance. While Kiku was a small risk to lose in the family, her father still may break the deal. She had little trust in her father and wouldn't be surprised if he wishes to prove some kind of point.

As she shifted in and out of her thoughts, Kiku saw Yoongi turn to notice them watching. Notice her watching. Kiku tried to look down at the wrapped silk dress in her arms, hoping it wouldn't look too suspicious. Yoongi turned to tell Yeong to take a break before making his way over to Kiku.

"Looks like your husband wishes to speak to you." Yun smirked, returning to her demeanour as if nothing happened. She pushed Nari towards Yeong to speak to him instead.

Yoongi raised his brow as his sisters rushed away. Beads of sweat had formed on his hairline as he met Kiku's gaze. "They didn't bother you too much?"

Kiku was shocked by what sounded like a genuine question. "No. They were lovely. They showed me around the main town."

"I can see that," Yoongi said before giving his sword away to a servant. "Come with me."

Kiku nodded and followed him out of the training grounds.

They moved from the training grounds back into the cluster of houses where the Min family resided. Yoongi escorted her to their personal house and Kiku wondered whether Yoongi wanted to pursue their marital duties now that he was given time.

It was strange but Kiku's heart pounded not quite out of fear or worry. It was simply curiosity and perhaps even a little excitement. Everything Yoongi had done so far was give her comfort.

As they entered the main house, a beautiful polished Koto stood in the living area.

Kiku's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the Koto which had beautiful ivory finishes and a soft chair to sit on while playing. "Is this for me?" she asked in a low tone.

"You said you used to play Koto. I figured you'd like to play in your free time," Yoongi said. "Your parents didn't pack much for your trip." He shrugged.

Kiku's lips parted as she reached out and touched the Koto. Memories of playing with her brother and learning every note with him burst in her like sweetness. Tears formed a thin gloss on her eyes, as she took a deep breath.

"Is it alright?" Yoongi asked.

"It's perfect," Kiku said. She turned and smiled. "Thank you. You didn't need to do that."

"It was nothing," Yoongi said. "It's your home now too."

Kiku nodded as her heart swelled.

"Also if my mother starts giving you too many lessons, I can get you a secret room."

Kiku let out a small chuckle. "It's okay. I'd like a lesson."

Yoongi pressed his lips together, a hint of a soft smile forming on his features which only made Kiku's heart warm.

-

Kiku's time in the Onyx Clan was far more pleasant and loving than she ever expected. Before she even realised, four months had passed. Kiku spent days with Yun and Nari, had meals with Hwayoung and then spent a quiet night with Yoongi. It was still innocent between the two of them but she enjoyed those quiet moments sharing things about their day. Yoongi still didn't speak on any personal things and Kiku didn't want to pry on how he got the scar on his eye or about his father's death. But it was still nice.

Kiku nearly forgot that she had another life prior to these few months. It was only when her younger brother, Haruki came to visit the clan. Discomfort returned to her chest, aching and making her twitch. She barely spoke to Haruki and every time they had a conversation, it was malicious. Haruki found joy in insulting her and demanding her to do things as a way to mimic their father.

Kiku reminded herself that she wasn't in that place anymore. This was her home too. She wore her new purple silk dress and pinned her hair up while the servants prepared a tea set on the floor table.

Haruki entered the private house as escorted by the servants. A childish grimace on his face as always but his chest puffed to look like father.

Kiku kept sited at the table.

Haruki stood over her for a few moments as if waiting for her to stand. "You wouldn't bother to see your brother at the border."

"You've come at a busy hour," Kiku said. Truthfully, she wanted to be in the warm comfort of her home to breathe easy and hide her shaking fingers. "What did you need?"

Haruki scoffed and sat down, tapping the side of the teacup. "Father's dead."

Kiku had little love for her father but she still sit in a moment of silence, unable to know what do with the news. "What happened?"

"We need more supplies," Haruki said, ignoring her question.

It was courtesy anyway so she didn't ask again. "The Moon clan has spare granaries for those occasions."

"We have an alliance." Haruki eyed her up and down. "I'd expect you to tend to it since you're clearly not tending to any children."

"What happened to the granaries, Haruki?" Kiku asked, emphasising his name.

Haruki pursed her lips, keeping his eyes on her gaze and waiting for her to look down. When she didn't, Haruki's face twitched. "We'd been using it."

"For what?"

"That's none of your concern," Haruki said.

"So not emergencies then," Kiku said.

"You can't speak to me that way." Haruki chuckled bitterly.

"I'm the Lady of this territory and your older sister, I can speak to you in whatever tone is necessary." Kiku narrowed her gaze. "What happened?"

Haruki tightened his jaw like a stubborn child. "We'd been taking from it for the banquets. Father and mother celebrated a lot because you were gone."

"And after brother's death," Kiku said.

"Don't talk about brother."

"He was my brother too. More a brother than you ever were."

Poison laced in his voice. "Kaito spent time with you because he felt bad for you. You were this pathetic thing crouching around everywhere. The only time people said anything nice about you was in order to fuck you. Don't pretend you were someone special to him or Yoongi." Haruki gestured to the door. "He's not even willing to put a baby in you." He chuckled.

"I don't appreciate being spoken for, Chief Min," Yoongi's deep voice shook through the room.

Haruki turned his head, expression turning sour.

Yoongi walked into the house, shadows forming harsh lines on his face as something dark flashes across his expression. For a moment, he looked like the exact nightmarish image of what the Moon clan thought of the Min family. Even barefooted steps added a heavy echo in the air that it sent chills down her own spine despite the fact she knew this demeanour wasn't for her intimidation. "You can have your supplies at the border."

Haruki deflated as if letting out a sigh of relief. "I should've gone to you first then, Chief. It seems I expected too much of my silly sister." He gave a triumphant smile to her.

"Of course, she made the mistake of thinking you were far too competent." Yoongi intertwined his fingers together, veined and hardened from training.

Haruki's expression turned again, cheeks reddening. "Excuse me?"

"Don't worry, I won't make that mistake." The corner of his mouth quirked up. "Perhaps we'll have a charity basket at the border."

Haruki stood to his feet quickly, shaking and trembling like a little boy. "You go too far."

"Do I? Because it seems as if you've come here asking for more than the agreed alliance and proceeding to disrespect my wife," Yoongi said. "The way I see it, giving you a charity basket is more mercy than you deserve currently. I suggest you take it quietly."

Haruki had all the inflated confidence their parents bloated into him from childhood. If he was even the slightest bit stupider, he would speak and in a brief second of that stupidity, he almost did. But then he glared at Kiku. "You'd let him talk to your family like that?"

Anger spread through her chest. Now he wanted to be family, when it benefited him. "If only you were true family then perhaps not."

Haruki grimaced, giving a softer glare to Yoongi before turning on his heel and stomping out of the house.

Kiku let out a deep, shaky breath as her spine began to ache from the tension. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her calm again, taking the scent of wood and warmth in her comfortable home. She heard Yoongi moving until she heard his hum right at her ear.

"Quite the unpleasant family you have," Yoongi mused.

Kiku couldn't help but let out a small, saddened chuckle. "Kaito was the only good one."

Yoongi turned and sat down next to her, shoulders pressed.

The heaviness gave Kiku a wave of comfort like the way his breath hit the back of his neck when they slept.

"If he comes again, I'll ask the guards to delegate him to me or my mother," Yoongi said. "There's no need for you to speak to them if you don't want to."

"You won't be burdened by them?" Kiku asked, turning her head and finding his face incredibly close.

"No one should speak like that to you especially not in our own house." Yoongi waved his hand.

Kiku smiled as her heart burst into little butterflies, creating a lump in her throat. She leaned in and pressed a small kiss on his cheek.

Yoongi turned his head just as Kiku was pulling away, their noses brushed against each other. Dark eyes pierced into her, keeping her still in her position even though her body ached for how close they were. Yoongi kissed her lips, shyly at first to help her adjust to the action.

The tantalizing warmth that passed through Kiku pushed her to lean into the kiss, cupping his cheek. Yoongi's hands held onto her lower back pulling her close until she was pressed flush against his chest.

His lips were hot against hers, keeping his grip on her firm but so soft and gentle. Yoongi only broke the kiss for a moment as Kiku caught a deep breath before pressing her lips again. She gripped onto the fabric of his shirt until Yoongi pulled her enough for her to straddle him completely.

Yoongi held her face in his hand, pausing their kiss again to move his lips down to her neck and jawline. Every ache that she felt from her encounter with Haruki melted away at his touch. He pulled at the pins of her hair, letting it fall down the trail of her back. His fingers traced the length of her spine, making her shiver. Tongue grazed over the soft spot on her neck as her hips began to sway against his own.

Yoongi let out a small groan, lifting his head up. His chest heaved in desperation, gripping onto her hair and keeping their foreheads pressed together.

Kiku reached in again but Yoongi kept her in place.

"Are you sure?" Yoongi asked in a rasped voice that made her tremble.

Kiku nodded. "I'm sure." She reached in and kissed him again, deeper and pleading to ensure he knew this was what she wanted.

But a knock on the door startled them.

Yoongi let out a small, frustrated sigh. "What is it?" he asked.

Kiku got off his lap slowly with a clear of her throat, trying to fix her hair as the door opened to a servant.

"Sorry, sire. Your mother needs your audience for something." The servant kept their head bowed as if already knowing the position he could've caught them in.

Yoongi turned and gave Kiku a soft look.

Kiku gave a reassuring smile, patting his arm before he got to his feet and walked away. Leaving her heart pounding manically.

-

Another week passed since their kiss. Yoongi wasn't distant necessarily but it did feel like nothing changed. Kiku wondered perhaps he didn't enjoy it. He was the Chief and had many choices of his own. Kiku was an alliance marriage. Any affection that they developed may have just been a spur of the moment as they lived under the same roof. Despite all the explanations she's made in her head, it still twinged something in Kiku. With the kindness received from Yoongis family, she imagined that something would be wrong. She traded a kinder family for a husband that didn't quite enjoy her affection. She'd take it though.

This morning, the family sat around the table for breakfast. Yoongi gave her a glance here and there but it was still distant. Kiku tried to smile back but he immediately looked away.

"So Kiku has been immensely calm these past few days," Yun said, a smirk playing on her lips. "Ma says it's often a sign of...something on the way." Her eyes flickered down to gesture to her stomach.

Kiku's cheeks burned, stammering. "No, it's not that." She shook her head. "I had my bleeding." She couldn't quite hide the slight disappointment in her tone. Kiku never thought about children especially with the experiences she had with her own family. But something about the silence from Yoongi made grasp at unnecessary desires of children or anything to melt off the ice between them.

Yun hummed, pouting. "That's a shame, I wanted nieces and nephews." She poked at her food, the light breeze making strands of her dark hair dance.

"Don't pressure them," Nari said, her tone serious. "They need to be relaxed when they do it."

"Girls, quiet." Hwayoung narrowed her gaze, letting out a defeated sigh. "Don't listen to them." She smiled. "These things take time."

Yoongi stayed silent and Kiku herself couldn't find anything to say but give a reassuring smile. Even though she worried Yoongi won't come near her a second time.

-

Kiku played her Koto in the afternoon while Yoongi was out supervising the patrol. Usually it would take him till evening to come back. But today he came in early, stomping and breathing out with frustration. A strange sight from someone who was so calm. Raven black hair glistened from sweat, patches of dust latched onto his skin and his jaw terribly tightened as if it might make break his teeth.

Strangely enough, it was relieving to see some emotion in Yoongi after all the distance. Kiku stood from the Koto. "What's wrong?" She asked gently.

"Your damn brother," he seethed. "His men attacked one of my scouts." Yoongi poured water into a goblet and chugged it.

Kiku's heart dropped. "What?"

"Apparently they'd been disturbing the peace. But they didn't plan for me to come." His scar looked deeper and darker when he was angry. "Mother was weary about them for a while but I didn't think they'd stoop to petty little violence."

Kiku lowered her head, almost in shame. Even though she felt more connected to Yoongi's family, her name and identity was still attached to the people she grew up with. It was embarrassing seeing others witness the pettiness that she endured her whole life. The same pettiness that Kaito hated. "I'm sorry," she said.

Yoongi stilled for a moment, dark brows furrowed as he turned to Kiku. "Why're you apologizing?"

Kiku stammered. "It's my family. They're like this, our parents made you all seem like monsters and Haruki would do anything to make himself feel like father would be proud." She shook her head.

"Well, that's their mistake, not yours." Yoongi spoke under her breath but Kiku clung to every word and kept it close to her chest.

She reached out and touched his arm. "Is there anything I can do?"

Yoongi stared at her deeply and so long that Kiku felt like layers of her soul were being peeled. Then he broke the gaze and tried to walk back to their bedroom. "No, it's okay."

Kiku's stomach clenched as once again, the ice began to form. But this time she wasn't going relent quietly. "Yoongi, you don't have to protect my feelings. If this is too much of a burden to you then I can leave."

Yoongi stopped, looking over his shoulder to her. The expression on his face, harsh. "What?"

Kiku dug her nails into her palms to give herself some form of strength. "I can handle my family, I've lived with them my whole life. But...I don't want you to be married to someone you don't truly want."

Yoongi's throat bobbed up and down. "Is that what you think?"

"I don't know," she spoke honestly. "I just know that you became distant after what happened and I—I'm unsure."

Yoongi fully turned his body around, stepping closer. "If you're unsure, then you talk to me."

"I can't speak my wishes so easily." Kiku's voice lowered as he moved closer until she could catch wafts of the forest from him. "It's not something I'm used to."

Yoongi's expression softened. He rubbed in between his brows. "I'm a little too used to my family just saying what they think." He looked up to her. "I'm sorry. I should've checked on you."

Kiki's stomach felt warm. staying silent for a moment just to ensure what she heard was right. Then she spoke in a small voice. "It's okay."

Yoongi took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together turning her world into a burst of stars. "I will not make you go back to that place again." He muttered. "I want you here."

"You want me here?" She asked again, just to hear him say it so it could echo inside her whenever darker voices grew too loud.

"Right here. With me." Yoongi tightened his hold. "Will you do that?"

Kiku nodded, a burning behind her eyes. "I will, I promise." She smiled, touching his chest to make herself feel grounded again.

"We still need to deal with your stupid brother," Yoongi said. "He's quickly turning into a pest than an ally."

Kiku could spend years imagining Haruki as this invincible monster, similar to when they were children. But this was real now. Haruki wasn't Kaito. He was stupid and petty even when he tried to hurt her. There were a million ways to get rid of people like that. "I might have an idea."

-

As Kiku requested, Yoongi organized a meeting at the border between Onyx and Moon territory. A canopy was erected with a floor table where they all sat together. The edge of dawn painted the mountains and tree in a burnished gold and the scent of morning dew was the only comfort in Kiku's pool of anxiety.

She was prepared for this meeting and the decisions entailed but rarely had she spoken up to Haruki before. When Kiku tried, her mother or father would reprimand and punish her.

Even as Haruki walked to the canopy, she felt a prickle of being scolded in a few minutes. But she had push it down. She wasn't Haruki's sister here, she was a Lady of the Onyx Clan. The Chief's wife.

"This pompous meeting surely isn't about the little scuffle between scouts," Haruki said. "It's a bit of harmless fun."

Yoongi stayed silent.

"You brought your wife here too," Haruki looked Kiku up and down, making sure that he used a moniker disconnected to him.

"In regards to your previous demands, we're suggesting some changes in the alliance." Yoongi kept a calm tone even though Kiku saw the tightened grip of his hands.

Haruki chuckled. "If you don't want her anymore, just kick her out." He waved his hand. "One of your servants can have her."

Yoongi narrowed his gaze but kept his neutral expression. "As you commented on our child before, we had an idea on how to strength the bond between clans."

"And how is that?" he asked.

"Since you require our food supplies which we give to you out of kindness, we have a compromise," Yoongi said. "In exchange for our food, any child born from my wife will take the Chiefs title of the Moon clan."

Haruki's brows furrowed as his chest heaved. His glare turned to Kiku. "You put him up to this, didn't you, you bitch?"

"It was a joint decision," Kiku said, maintaining her calm demeanour. She was used to his insults. She wouldn't let it hurt her again.

"I won't agree to this, it's stupid." Haruki winced.

"Very well," Yoongi said. "Then I suggest you get your defences ready."

"What?"

"Your father must've told you how the Onyx Clan works." Yoongi began to muse and there was something... oddly satisfying about the tone. "My wolves haven't been out for a feed in a while."

"You'd attack your ally?" Haruki asked.

"Attacking my scout and disrespecting the Chiefs wife constitutes that you are breaking every rule in the alliance," Yoongi said and Haruki stayed quiet. "Giving you an alternate compromise is a mercy. I suggest you consider it. My soldiers won't care if you're a spoiled Chief who can't carry a sword properly."

Haruki grimaced, chin quivering in frustration. He looked over at Kiku, as if trying to get ready for another insult but he knew it was too late. Kiku was no longer the target to point insults at. One wrong move and Haruki loses his head along with the Moon Clan. This way they can keep their lives. Haruki was stupid but he was still too scared to die. "Fine. I accept your terms."

Yoongi hummed. "Thank you." He stood up and held onto Kiku's hand, helping her to her feet.

"What would've Kaito said about you turning your back on family?" Haruki asked, cutting into her in a place that ached like a thousand knives.

Kiku paused in place, gripping onto Yoongi's hand like her life depended on it as her heart panged in pain. Haruki knew nothing about what Kaito was like. It took her every strength and hope in her body not to throw scalding tea in his face for even insinuating that Kiku would do something to disappoint Kaito. Because Kaito wasn't like that. Kaito understood and listened. Haruki was a fool. Kiku straightened her posture, turned and looked Haruki straight in the eye. "Kaito wouldn't have caused a food shortage in the clan."

Haruki scoffed, pursing his lips together.

"Kaito did his duty, as I am. From where I'm looking, I'm not the one who made father die from disappointment." Kiku felt like a dam burst inside her as she let the words flow but seeing the Haruki's sour and pouty expression made it all worth it.

-

Kiku was able to breathe easy when they returned to their tent for the night. She walked over to her vanity and her maid immediately began taking pins out of her hair. She watched from the mirror as Yoongi unlatched his sword sheathe of his waist and began to pour himself a drink. The dark furrow of his brows prominent. Kiku raised a hand and smiled at the maid. "A moment, please."

The maid bowed and did as she asked, stepping out of the tent to give them privacy. Kiku took out the rest of the pins so her hair was fully open and relaxed. A dull throb formed on her scalp. She stood and made her way to Yoongi as he leaned forward on the table.

"He can be a lot to tolerate," Kiku said.

Yoongi took in a deep breath to calm himself down. "The way he talks to you, it's like you're complete strangers. Enemies, even."

Kiku swallowed the small lump in her throat. It was always normal to her, seeing the way family treated the one they didn't want with the exception of Kaito. But Yoongi valued family with his life. She could only imagine the kind of shock thrumming through him. "You have a good family. Some don't." She touched his arm. "But sometimes you find a better one."

Yoongi turned his head, his once sharp eyes now softened and sad. "If I've ever made you feel—"

"Not once." Kiku knew it like the breath she took. Yoongi and his family had been nothing but comforting and kind. She reached and pressed her forehead against his. It was almost involuntary but feeling him lean into it was the only answer she needed to keep still.

Yoongi turned his body slowly, letting their chest flush against one another before he leaned and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. His warm hand cupped her cheek softly like she was precious. He pulled away only to press kisses on her cheek and jawline, taking her into an embrace. He buried his face into the crook of her neck where the scent of jasmines wafted in his nose.

Kiku could fall asleep in this embrace. Her body and mind and every bruise in her heart soothed from the loving touch. She traced her fingers across the strands of his hair as if lulling the both of them to dreams. It was difficult to admit it in the past few months with the new changes and confusion. But today for the first time, she could surely say it.

Kiku felt loved.

-

The meeting had left Kiku and Yoongi tired for the evening. They rested their heads, nestled close as they tried to sleep. Tried was an effort Kiku persisted on as the hours went by. It wasn't quite a terrible night of troubling thoughts but an eagerness. She opened her eyes to see Yoongi with his eyes calmly closed, his lips a little puckered.

Kiku took a moment to watch him, reaching out a little to touch his cheek. He stirred slightly at her touch, but his eyes remained closed, his breathing steady and rhythmic. She pulled away with a defeated sigh, not wanting to wake him up. So she turned around and tried to drift off to sleep again.

It was only a few minutes later then she felt Yoongi shift, moving closer until his chest was pressed right against her back. His arm laid over her body, embracing her from behind. Kiku felt a wave of warmth and comfort wash over her as Yoongi tightened his hold.

"Can't sleep?" Yoongi asked.

Kiku hummed. "A little. It's okay, go back to sleep."

"I can be awake," Yoongis voice rasped as his face buried into the crook of her neck again. He began pressing kissing down the length of her shoulder. "Do you want me to be awake?"

Kiku smiled to herself, swaying her hips against him. "A little."

Yoongi chuckled lightly, the vibrations made her quiver in delight. He made Kiku lay on her back, climbing on top of her and sneaking between her legs. "Are you sure?" He whispered.

Kiku nodded. "I'm sure." She smiled against his lips before pressing a kiss on his bottom lip.

Yoongi kissed down the length of her neck, unravelling his night clothes and pushing up Kikus soft dress. He entered her gently, her snug walls hugging his tip before he kept pushing.

Kiku gripped onto his clothing as the sensation made her tremble under him. She swayed her hips with his movements, encouraging him to move faster. The ache was slight but the tingle of pleasure sent her into a slight dizziness. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

Yoongi brushed his fingers across her hairline, full of affection as he moved deeper inside her. He pressed sweet kisses at the corner of her lips.

Kiku smiled feverishly as the pleasure sent heat through her body, radiating like steam and intoxication.

Yoongi made sure he was slow, not just to be careful but to draw out this intimacy for as long as he could. The feeling of embrace brought back every slight desire he had in the past few months to hold or touch her. "Feel good?"

Kiku nodded, letting out a slight whimper as he continued to move at that tantalizing pace. "Good." She traced her thumb across his cheek. Strands of his hair falling over his face, curtaining over hers. Her core became slick with arousal, creating light squelch sounds as he thrusted into her with a new desperation.

His release clouded him, flooding him with an unbearable warmth until he grind himself into her. He muffled his moan against her neck.

Kiku felt his lower belly press on her sensitive spot, making her clench around him, pushing him further into his climax.

Yoongi lifted himself up, foreheads layered with sweat as they pressed against each other.

Kiku took his lips into a kiss, surging him to thrust into a steady pattern that made her lose breath. She gripped onto the side of his neck as moans broke through any form of whisper.

Yoongi quickened his pace following the pattern of her moans and the rolling of his own release. Then the sweet burst into a ricochet of pleasure and heat.

Kiku smiled, breathless as she relished in the warmth filling her. As Yoongi kept moving, he snuck his head in between her legs, targeting her sensitive spot and pushing her to the edge. Kiku's brows furrowed, aching to reach her own climax as she was full of him. Her breathing turned to quickened whimpers as she squirmed under his touch. Her back arched, head thrown back giving Yoongi the chance to kiss her neck and jawline.

Her climax bloomed, the heat of it shaking her limbs and forcing her legs to shut around him. Yoongi kissed her forehead, still rubbing on that spot until she twitched against it.

Kiku whimpered, pushing his hand away. A small laugh left his lips fuelling her with more delight. It was the most wonderful feeling she had to be embraced like this so warmly and the bliss of pleasure melting her body until she was meshed with the bed itself.

"You feel sleepier now?" Yoongi watched her with his own half-lidded, blissed eyes.

Kiku smiled as her breathing turned slow and calm. "Mhm." She traced her fingers down his cheek. "I think I've officially become your wife."

"Oh?" Yoongi's brow raised. "You weren't before?"

Kiku chuckled, slapping his chest playfully. "I mean we don't have anything to hide anymore."

Yoongi caged her in with his arms, making her feel safe and secure. "No, we don't."

Kiku blinked slowly, her finger moved gently to his scar. "Like this?"

Yoongi's expression softened into a mix of ruminating vulnerability and an old sadness that had been repeatedly reminisced. He lay down next to her, shoulders pressed flush. "My father and I go on small trips every now and then. He used to do it with every child, just to. . .talk, connect with nature and spend time." He waved his hand. "It was strange for Chiefs to do it but he said it was because he never got to speak to his own father. So, he wanted to make sure we weren't. . .without one." He let out a long breath.

"He sounds like a good father," Kiku said.

"He was." Yoongi's dark eyes melted and glossed from emotion. "One day though, bandits were prowling in the place my father and I camped. They attacked us. I got this from one of the bandits." He pointed to the scar. "Before my father told me to run while he fended them off. I called my mother and some guards to help but we were too late."

Kiku shifted and rubbed his chest. "Is that why you train so much?"

Yoongi nodded. "I want to make sure Yeong and the girls know how to defend themselves or others should the need arise." He took a deep breath, playing with Kiku's hair. "But I had a good family. We took care of each other, just like we'll take care of you."

Kiku smiled, resting her chin on his chest. "I'll take care of you all too. I still owe you a massage."

"You gave me a pretty good one a minute ago." Yoongi smirked.

Kiku chuckled. "A proper massage."

-

Kiku and Yoongi returned to the main houses early in the morning as the soft gold of dawn painted the forest. Hwayoung had lunch prepared with the rest of the family to welcome them home. Fresh steamed fish with tofu, rice porridge and some fresh fruits newly picked from the farms. Kiku ate happily, her appetite had grown in the months she was with this family but it made her all the more energetic and vibrant along with her excitement from the past night's events.

Something the family noticed more than Kiku realised.

Yun, in particular, stared the two of them a little too closely with a smirk. "So how was the trip, brother?" She asked in a sing-song voice.

Yoongi's eyes flickered up as he paused mid-bite. "As most political talks go with a spoiled brat of a Chief. He gave into the deal quickly," he spoke in a slightly formal tone.

Kiku quietly sipped on the last drops of her tea before he gently poured her another cup. She gave him a shy smile.

"I haven't heard much about the prospects of the Chiefs of the Moon clan but the younger son is usually unprepared," Hwayoung said thankfully to distract from what Yun actually wanted to ask.

Yeong stammered just as he took a bite of his food, looking at Hwayoung with a pout. "What'd I do?"

Hwayoung raised her hand. "I mean, generally. Not you."

Yoongi let out a small chuckle under his breath. "She means you."

Yeong sighed, pointing at him with his chopsticks. "I've beaten you in sword training before, I'll do it again."

"Did you do anything else in the trip?" Yun asked, with a wide grin, leaning forward in excitement. "You were both alone for the night. And Kiku's been. . .glowing."

Kiku's cheeks burned, clearing her throat. "I—I don't—"

"You need to stop obsessing over your brother's marriage, sweetheart, it's getting strange." Hwayoung patted the back of Yun's hand.

"It's only because you don't let me get married." Yun leaned back on her chair, folding her arms over her chest.

"Mother's protecting the men of the clan," Nari said, raising a brow.

Yun slapped Nari's arm as Yeong snorted.

"See how they bully me?" Yun asked Kiku.

Kiku chuckled, biting down her bottom lip and glancing at Yoongi. Often when she had terrible encounters with Haruki, she would get scolded by her family and live with the suffocating feeling of frustration in her chest.

Today was the first time, Kiku could cling to the happy moments and forget about Haruki or any of this harsh words. Her family threw her to the Onyx clan like a bait at the end of a fishing line but in their hatred for her, Kiku found love for her own. 

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beauty [georgenotfound]

pairing: georgenotfound x f!reader

pronouns: she/her

synopsis: you, a simple student from beauxbatons, are selected to represent your school and spend a year at hogwarts for the duration of the triwizard tournament. you simply happen to meet someone who makes it all the more interesting.

wc: 8.2k

a/n: six months of hiatus later, this is an idea i've wanted to do for awhile. truthfully feeling a bit rusty in the writing department so apologies if it's not my best :)

tw: n/a

beauxbatons academy of magic; the epitome of beauty, grace, and elegance. they prided themselves on reflecting nothing less than such.

many disregarded the magical abilities of a witch or wizard graduating from the school, claiming their focus lay elsewhere. they believed etiquette classes and dancing lessons were an absolute waste and that your time spent away at the academy could be better spent delving into the more magic-based classes.

you disagreed. from the moment you’d arrived, there was a certain beauty to the school those wizards would never experience. the balance of poise and punctuation you were taught was a phenomenal tool many lacked, and would forever lack. you never questioned your school’s curriculum, not even once. beauxbatons would forever be your home away from home.

the sun had barely peaked over the high points of the campus castle when you’d begun your venture to the dining hall in the early hours of the morning. you bid good morning to those you passed, a smile dawning on your features. you sat in your regular seat, greeting your tablemates before the hall fell silent and your attention was brought to the headmistress.

madame maxime’s heels clicked against the pristine white tiles of the dining hall as she made her way to the podium, smiling coyly at her students. “good morning, students!” she greeted, her smile growing as the sea of faces before her reciprocated the greeting.

“today is a historical moment for our school. this year, beauxbatons academy of magic has been selected as one of the three schools to compete in the triwizard tournament, a dangerous series of tasks in which one student will prosper and be deemed the triwizard champion! this is an excellent opportunity for our school, and a group of you will be selected to travel to hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry alongside myself to represent our school.” she announced, earning a collective gasp from the student body.

as someone who spent a large portion of their free-time in the grand library your school had to offer, you’d read all about the notoriously deadly triwizard tournament. a cold chill ran down your spine as you recalled the treacherous events of the past tournaments.

despite the anxiety coursing through your veins, you couldn’t help your curiosity. though you’d never want to participate in the event itself, you had to admit, it was an opportunity of a lifetime. the tournament hadn’t run in over two centuries due to its sheer danger, and it wasn’t likely that you’d have this opportunity again. besides, visiting another school was practically unheard of, and you wanted to experience that yourself.

“anyone interested in participating in the triwizard tournament should come to me in the coming days, as we will be busy in our preparation for the journey to scotland, i expect only those who wish to represent our school well will come forward.” she announced, and you frowned slightly as the students began their applause. you joined in half-heartedly, sighing to yourself. you could only dream of being in attendance.

for the remainder of the evening following the announcement of the triwizard tournament, there wasn’t a nook or cranny you could find to escape the excited whispers about the competition. if you’d thought your school was notorious for gossip before, you were certainly mistaken. everyone seemed to argue about who would be the better champion had it been an inter-school event, though no one seemed all that phased by the impending death risk looming over their heads.

the next few days passed the same as usual, you travelled to your lessons, scribbling notes and working diligently, and spending your evenings studying in the library. nothing out of the ordinary, besides the incessant chatter about hogwarts and what the tournament had in store. it wasn’t that you disliked the topic, more that it made you bitter knowing you weren’t going to witness it at all.

after a long week, you were ready to curl up in bed with a book and relax. however, just as you were leaving your last class, your professor called you over as your classmates filed out of the room. nervously, you made your way over, smiling hopefully. “yes, professor?” you asked, quietly.

“the headmistress has requested to see you, y/n. you’d best head there now.” she waved you off, and you felt the colour drain from your face as you nodded wordlessly, thanking her under your breath as you quickly made your way to her office. you wracked your brain for any reason you may have been summoned, but ultimately came up with nothing. you didn’t have to think too long, as before you knew it, you were stood in front of the large, white doors.

you raised a shaky fist, knocking once, twice. you heard shuffling around, before the door in front of you opened, glancing over to see madame maxime with her wand out, flicking it gently to close the door behind you. “ah, y/n! thank you for coming! please, have a seat.” she gestured in front of her desk, and you smiled nervously as you dropped into a small curtsy before doing so, ensuring your posture was nothing short of perfection as you settled into the seat.

“as you know, y/n, our school has been selected for the triwizard tournament, and we are looking for top candidates to represent our school.” she began, and you nodded, hesitantly, silently urging her to continue. “yes, yes. you are one of the brightest witches in your year, y/n. without a doubt, you are an ideal candidate to represent our school, and i’d like for you to join us.”

never once in all your years at the school had you slipped in your manners, but at her proposal, you froze. “me?” you managed, “but i am not even seventeen, i won’t be able to compete in the tournament.”

“i am aware of that, however, you have exceeded in all of your classes during your academic years. your grades are exquisite, and you’ve even taken up assisting some of the younger students in their classes, without any prompting to do so, simply out of the kindness in your heart. we may only have one champion representing our school, but we expect all of the candidates we bring to hold the utmost poise and demonstrate the strengths of our school. it is entirely your decision, of course, but if you’d like to accompany us on the journey, you are more than welcome.” she explained, and you wanted to burst into tears. you fought it however, opting for a bright smile instead.

“i’d be honoured to accompany you, madame. thank you for this opportunity.” you beamed, and she nodded, composed as ever. you swore you could see the ends of her lips tugged upwards slightly, though she’d never admit it if they were.

“of course, y/n. i do hope you haven’t unpacked all of your belongings for the term just yet, as we leave in two days time.” with that, she dismissed you, and you curtsied once more before excusing yourself. you quickly made your way back to your dorm, eager to pack and to write to your parents about the wonderful news.

the following days passed in a blur. you had managed to pack all your things quickly due to magic, and before you knew it, you were placing your trunks in the carriage and climbing inside with the other girls from your school. despite popular belief, most students at your school were very kind, and didn’t care about social hierarchies. you listened to them launch into the kinds of things they would spend the winnings on and the glory of being the ultimate champion, mesmerized by their words.

as you silently listened to the conversation, your gaze travelled out the window of the airborne carriage, dancing across the beautiful shimmering lakes and seemingly endless green fields you passed over. the view from the sky was truly breathtaking, and you soaked in every minute as best you could.

a long journey later, the infamous hogwarts castle could be seen on the horizon and you could hardly contain the excitement coursing through your veins. finally, you joined in on the excited whispers of your companions, eager to land and explore your new surroundings. you watched the abraxans slowly made their descent, and you cringed as they only narrowly missed a few heads. you thanked merlin the carriage was enchanted for a smooth ride, as you were sure had it not been, you would not have enjoyed the trip nearly as much.

you and the other representatives from your school lined up single file and were ushered inside by the staff, preparing you for your grand entrance. your gaze wandered curiously to the boys standing behind you, assuming they were the competitors of durmstrang. your attention was snapped back by your headmistress guiding you in front of the grand doors of the dining hall. you could vaguely hear the voice of the hogwarts’ headmaster, introducing your arrival.

you plastered on a charming smile as the doors opened, gracefully moving in time with your classmates as you’d been taught. you could hear the faint whispers and gasps of adoration as you made your way down the aisle, and the cheers when the enchanted butterflies were released. it was your favourite aspect of the routine. as you all reached the end, you all gracefully bowed, earning an abundance of cheers and hollers.

you moved off to the side, watching with raised brows as the boys you observed earlier entered, the numerous staffs they carried banging loudly against the wooden flooring and nearly making you jump out of your skin. a shudder ran through you at the power they exuded, mentally noting to keep your distance.

professor dumbledore, as they called him, made a few more announcements, before dismissing all students for the night. you happily made your way back to the carriage, exhausted by the day’s travel and eager to see what tomorrow would bring.

the next morning, you were all given the option of where to sit, and you all agreed on sitting at the table wearing blue ties. there was really no particular reason why, other than the fact that they seemed to be the most calm of the bunch. you all sat at the end of the large table, speaking quietly amongst yourselves.

you felt a presence sitting on your other side, but you hardly paid any mind, knowing the table was likely crowded with your occupancy. deep into a conversation about the tournament, you missed the boy next to you clumsily knocking over his glass and squeaked in surprise when a cold liquid landed on your skirt.

spinning in your seat, you turned to give the boy a piece of mind when you froze in a moment of shock. next to you sat the prettiest boy you were sure you’d ever seen. with deep brown eyes and beautiful brown locks that beautifully complimented his pale skin, you were mesmerized.

sure, there were tons of conventionally attractive men at beauxbatons, many of which you’d found to be cute at one point or another, but none could even start to compare to the boy in front of you.

“oh my- i’m so sorry.” he stumbled, panic visible in his wide eyes. a notable pink tint dusted over his cheeks, quickly pulling out his wand and muttering a spell under his breath. the damp patch began to disappear, and he offered you an embarrassed smile when it completely dried.

“it’s quite alright.” you spoke softly, offering him a kind smile. he relaxed, his shoulders slouching in relief when his eyes met your own and saw the sincerity behind them. you giggled, unable to help yourself at his adorable reaction.

he flushed, looking at you shyly. “what are you laughing at?” he asked, hesitantly. you shook your head, composing yourself.

“nevermind, don’t fret over it. my name is y/n.” you introduced, offering him your hand. he stared at it for a moment, before awkwardly grabbing and shaking it. you’d expected him to kiss the top of your hand, but you supposed the customs here were slightly different than those at your school, so you masked your shock with a small nod, retracting your hand.

he cleared his throat, running a hand through his messy locks. “uh, i’m george.” he muttered, and your first thought was that the name suited him well.

“it’s lovely to meet you, george.” you spoke gently, noting his still-embarrassed expression. you paused, offering him a cheeky grin. “even if that meant having a drink spilled on my lap.”

your teasing tone seemed to take him off guard, laughing at his dumbfounded expression. a tap on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts, noticing everyone from your school was leaving for the day. you stood, following them without another word. feeling his eyes trailing behind you, you turned, shooting him a wink before you disappeared into the crowd of students.

when the time for dinner came, you couldn’t help the smile on your face when you caught sight of the beautiful boy. “good evening, george.” you greeted, showing off your brilliant smile. “may i sit?” he looked a bit surprised, but nodded nonetheless, gesturing for you to sit. you lowered yourself onto the bench, smiling. “how was your day?”

“it was good,” he mumbled, a tinge of uncertainty visible in his eyes. you tilted your head in confusion, frowning slightly.

“is everything alright?” you asked worriedly, and upon seeing his quizzical expression, you sighed. “you’re looking at me strangely.” you explained, and he mumbled an apology, sheepishly.

“sorry, i guess i’m just surprised you’re speaking to me.” he admitted, and you frowned.

“why would i not want to speak with you?” you questioned, and he shrugged shyly, not really having an answer.

“the first interaction we had was me spilling water all over your skirt.” he stated blatantly, and you blinked as you processed his words, bursting into laughter.

“maybe so. but you’ve piqued my interest.” you spoke nonchalantly, as if your heart wasn’t pounding at an alarming speed. you swore you’d never seen anything cuter than george with his cheeks turned a bright shade of pink.

your conversation was interrupted as the food appeared on the table, and you happily began to fill your plate. george copied your actions, silently. “so, care to explain the different uniforms?” you asked, and george raised a brow at you, when you gestured towards his tie. his eyes lit up in realization, and he swallowed the food in his mouth before answering.

you hung onto every word he spoke, thoroughly interested in the concept of hogwarts’ houses. beauxbaton had their own house system, but it was nothing like the one used here. your houses were primarily for sleeping arrangements, but the way george spoke of it, how they had classes with their houses and competed for a house cup, seemed to make for a very divided system. it was fascinating.

“so you have four different quidditch teams at the school?” you questioned, and george nodded.

“each house has its own proper team. we play each other throughout the school year, so there’s almost always an upcoming match to keep everyone excited.” he stated, pausing. “well, with the exception of this year, i suppose. all quidditch was cancelled due to the tournament.”

“i’m sorry, that must be quite disappointing, seeing as you had no warning prior to your arrival at school” you hummed, and george shrugged, taking a bite.

“it’s really not that bad. i could use the time to focus on my studies, anyways.” he shrugged, taking a bite. “the tournament provides a good amount of entertainment, as well.”

you agreed, reaching for another serving when a loud boom echoed through the great hall, making you jump in your seat. glancing around, you watched as the durmstrang and fellow beauxbatons students searched for the sound, though none of the hogwarts students seemed fazed. feeling a tap on your shoulder, you turned to george, who wordlessly pointed upwards.

following his finger, you gasped as you saw the imagery of a lightning storm forming above, suddenly realizing the boom sounded an awful lot like a clap of thunder. your mouth formed a small ‘o’ in amazement, watching the clouds dance around one another.

“enchanted ceiling.” george explained, and you nodded, too stunned to speak.

“this school is full of surprises, i will say that.” you muttered, finally pulling your gaze from the magnificent image above. “i’m eager to see what else lies in this castle.”

george turned to you then, hesitating before sighing. “if you ever want someone to show you around, i wouldn’t mind.” he mumbled, and you’d barely heard him, turning to him in surprise. “of course, there’s no pressure.” he added, sheepishly.

“really? you’d do that?” you asked, a hopeful sparkle glimmering in your eyes. george chuckled, shaking his head.

“i wouldn’t mind. not at all” he smiled softly, and you had to refrain from throwing your arms around the boy.

“that sounds wonderful, george! when were you free?” you beamed, deflating slightly as he stood from his seat. as quick as your disappointment came however, it was quick to be replaced as he offered you a hand.

“how about now?” he smiled, and you brightened, placing your hand in his and allowing him to pull you to your feet. rather than letting go of your hand, he kept it tightly clasped in his as he pulled you into the sea of students leaving the dining hall. you felt heat rise to your cheeks, but said nothing.

“was there anywhere you wanted to go in particular?” he asked, tugging you aside and out of the crowd as he awaited your response. you paused, pondering momentarily before shrugging.

“show me your favourite place.” you replied, softly. george’s expression changed slightly, taken aback by your answer. he turned away, slightly embarrassed as he thought about where to take you. he nodded to himself as he settled on a place in mind, leading you up the grand staircase.

you walked along the corridors, hand still in george’s own as you absorbed everything you could on your journey. you were surprised to learn hogwarts was decorated thoroughly, with magical portraits lining every wall. george had explained to you that certain portraits acted as doors to rooms scattered around the castle, like the common rooms.

finally, he came to a stop. you would’ve kept walking, had you not been holding his hand. you turned to him curiously, glancing around and seeing no indication of your whereabouts. “what is this place?” you asked, curiously.

“this is the library. um, you told me to show you my favourite place. this is it.” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. a wave of emotions passed through you, and in the spur of the moment, you threw your arms around george. you were quick to release him, barely processing your actions and giving him no time to do so either.

“this is brilliant, george!” you gushed, all but dragging him to the large doors. you instantly fell silent as you stepped foot into the rustic sanctuary, your gaze hungrily exploring the new area in sheer wonder.

the hogwarts library was a stark contrast to the polished white and gold accented walls the beauxbatons library had to offer, but this was much warmer and welcoming.

“it’s wonderful.” you breathed, fully enamoured by the sight in front of you. george heaved a sigh of relief, gesturing for you to follow him. he opted to spend the evening showing you around the various sections, even recommending some of his favourite books the library had to offer.

the coming weeks passed in a blur. the champions were announced, and the school was live with chatter about the upcoming tasks. you could feel the tension growing with each passing day, everyone eager to see the champions in action, and eager to see their schools represented.

after that day in the library, you and george had made a routine for yourselves. after dinner each day, he’d show you around the castle.

some evenings the pair of you could be found in the library, others were spent in the astronomy tower (which he’d told you was another favourite of his), and then there were the instances where you two would simply wander the corridors until your feet hurt, exploring.

george was very quickly becoming your favourite part of hogwarts.

the day of the first task had arrived much quicker after that. classes had been completely cleared for the day, and you proceeded to breakfast as usual. you had to admit, though you anxiously awaited the task, terrified of what it could be, you were just as excited as everyone else.

“good morning, george.” you greeted, lowering yourself onto the bench next to him. he offered you a kind smile, muttering a small good morning in return. breakfast flew by, the chatter of the task loud in the air, and before you knew it, a large crowd began making their way out of the hall, presumably to find good seats for the task.

“george!” a voice called, drawing both of your attentions away from one another. two boys made their way over, and you glanced them up and down.

one was shorter with brown hair, a shade much lighter than georges, and soft green eyes. the other, taller boy had dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes. you noted their different ties, the first having a tie made of red and gold and the latter having one of green and silver, very different from george’s own blue tie.

“dream. sapnap.” george greeted, reaching out a hand to fist-bump his friends. you moved your lips into a small ‘o’ shape, recognizing the names from george’s many stories.

the taller one shot you a curious glance, his eyes shamelessly looking you up and down, sizing you up. you wanted to shrink under his gaze, but you held your prime posture and offered him a smile instead. he returned the smile, relaxing. “who’s this george?

“y/n.” you introduced, shaking his hand. he offered you a bright smile, before the shorter one offered you a hand to shake as well. you settled back in your seat, tensing at the next words to leave the tall blonde’s lips.

“is this the girl you’re always talking about and that you keep ditching our plans to see?” he teased, earning a smack on the arm from george in retaliation, while you felt the heat creeping up your cheeks, shooting george a quizzical look.

“shut up, dream!” george groaned. he not only talked about you, but he’d cancelled plans for you too? he hadn’t told you that, though the more you thought about it, it made sense. you had spent almost every night together since your arrival, and suddenly, you felt a tinge of guilt.

“can you two stop being idiots? we told karl we’d meet him at the edge of the forbidden forest so we could watch the task together. remember?” sapnap huffed, then turned to you with a smirk. “you’re welcome to join us y/n! the more the merrier!” he invited, causing george to choke on his pumpkin juice.

“that’s a brilliant idea, sapnap. it’ll give us an opportunity to get to know you!” dream exclaimed, and you hesitated, glancing at george. the tips of his ears and cheeks had tinted a bright pink, and you couldn’t help the small smile gracing your lips.

“i wouldn’t want to intrude.” you shook your head softly, “it seems i’ve stolen him away far too much recently.” you spoke softly. dream and sapnap shook their heads, brushing you off and insisting you come. meanwhile, george had a deep frown present on his face.

“you’ve stolen me away? please, it’s more like you saved me. these two are unbearable sometimes.” george groaned, and you giggled at dream and sapnap’s noises of complaint.

sapnap opened his mouth to retaliate, at the same time dream looked at his watch. his eyes flew wide open, grabbing sapnap by the arm, already beginning to walk away. “there’s no pressure, of course, y/n. but if you want to, we’d love to have you watch the task with us. george, we’re already late to meet karl so we’re going to go, but we’ll save you both a seat!” he called, before hurriedly dragging a whining sapnap away from the pair of you.

silence followed, and george shifted, catching your attention. “you know, i really do mean it.” he started, sincerely. “i spend time with you because i want to. dream and sapnap have no idea what they’re talking about.“

you flashed a charming smile, reaching out and placing your hand on top of his. “thank you, george.” you whispered, and he reddened under your genuine gaze.

“we’d better get going, or we’re going to miss the task.” george stood, and you opened your mouth to hesitate, but he simply wasn’t having it. “you’re sitting with us, and that’s final.” he announced, pausing. “unless, of course, you don’t want to.” he added, sheepishly.

“i’d love to sit with you, george. your friends seem lovely.”

the first task had been extremely intense, starting the tournament off strong. though exciting as you expected, the task was just as anxiety-inducing, knowing something could go wrong at any given moment and someone could get seriously hurt. you definitely enjoyed the show, but you were relieved knowing there was a decent time period between the first and second tasks.

along with this break came the most exciting event of the tournament (at least in your opinion), the ceremonial yule ball. you’d read all about the glorious dance, excitedly writing to your mother and asking her to start searching for a dress for the occasion the moment you’d found out you were going to hogwarts.

at that time, you’d expected you’d be attending the event alone, seeing as most of the girls you’d come with could find dates within minutes if they tried. sure, it may not be as fun going alone, but you would have found a way to make it worthwhile. now, things had changed, and you had a certain someone in mind that you hoped was going to ask you.

as the date grew nearer, however, george still had shown no intention of asking you at all, and you were beginning to lose hope. you were so sure he had reciprocated the feelings you harbored for him, but now you were beginning to doubt that certainty. perhaps you’d read too much into your time with george, catching feelings while he saw you as nothing more than a friend.

not knowing what to do, you somehow found yourself outside of dream’s class, due to be let out any minute now. after formally meeting while watching the first task, you’d become quite close with george’s friends. you got along best with dream in particular, and you knew you could trust him. besides, no one knew george like he did.

dream stepped out, his distinct wheeze echoing through the halls. his eyes caught yours, and he bid his housemates goodbye before making his way over to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder. “hey, y/n!” he greeted, joyfully.

“hey, dream.” you mumbled, forcing a smile. immediately, he sensed something was wrong, releasing you with a small frown.

“are you alright? do you want me to help you find george?” he asked softly, and you shook your head, worrying him further.

“no, i’m okay.” you smiled reassuringly, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. “actually, i was looking for you.” you stumbled, and he tilted his head in confusion, gesturing for you to continue. “it’s about george. the yule ball is coming up, as you know, and...” you trailed off, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. dream breathed a sigh of relief.

“oh, that’s all this is about? merlin, y/n, you had me worried for a second there!” dream exclaimed, dramatically throwing a hand over his heart. you shrugged sheepishly, causing him to shake his head with a huff. “does this have anything to do with you being his date to the yule ball?” he asked. you chewed anxiously on your lip, nodding.

“it’s just, he seemed interested, but he hasn’t even tried to ask! i don’t know if he’s even considered it. maybe he has, and maybe he’s decided he would rather not attend with me.” you sighed, fighting the stinging of tears threatening to spill. dream pulled you into a tight embrace.

“trust me, y/n. i don’t think he’d ever even think about going with anyone else.” dream replied, quietly. you pulled back, searching for any sign of dishonesty in his eyes, finding nothing. a small, hopeful smile tugged at your lips, thanking him and heading back to the carriage for the night.

once you were out of sight, dream frowned, heading directly for the library in search of his clueless best friend.

he found george exactly where he’d expected to, furiously writing on a scrap of parchment at his usual table. dream sauntered over, slamming his hands against the wood of the table. george jumped, eyes shooting daggers at his friend as he just barely managed to catch the ink threatening to spill and ruin his essay.

“i hate you.” george muttered, glancing around to ensure madam pince was nowhere to be seen. he failed to notice dream’s expression of pure disappointment.

“you haven’t asked y/n to be your date to the ball yet? why not?” dream demanded, and george froze, dropping the quill gripped tightly in his palm in shock.

“be quiet, would you?!” george shushed, frantically looking for a sign of the librarian, ready to be kicked out at any given moment.

“answer me. why haven’t you asked?” dream repeated quietly, ensuring george caught sight of the exaggerated eye roll he performed.

“i don’t know.” george sheepishly mumbled. his eyes were trained on the parchment in front of him, unable to look his best friend in the eye.

dream groaned, running a frustrated hand through his messy hair. “you better get on it, george. she’s waiting for you.” he muttered, and george’s attention peaked, his brown orbs shooting up to meet dream’s green ones.

“what? how do you know?” george questioned, forgetting momentarily of their whereabouts. a harsh shushing came from his right, and he jumped once more, smiling guiltily at pince as he sunk further into his seat under her piercing gaze.

“i’m not blind, george. just ask already, she won’t say no. but she also won’t wait forever, and you can’t ask her to.” dream rolled his eyes, and before george could argue further, he swept out of the room, leaving the brunette alone with his thoughts and an unfinished essay.

when george had asked you to meet at his ‘second favourite spot’ after a long day of classes, you didn’t think anything of it. you walked up the astronomy tower steps, and smiled at the figure standing on the balcony overlooking the hogwarts grounds. you slowly walked over, tapping his shoulder gently “hi.” you mumbled, and he spun around, smiling down at you brightly.

“hi.” he repeated, stepping aside so you could stand next to him. you did so, leaning on the balcony as you fixated on the glorious landscape, just as beautiful as the first time he’d brought you up here. you stood in silence for a few short minutes, before you turned your head to see george already looking at you with an unidentifiable expression.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, tone teasing, causing george to redden.

“there’s something i’ve been meaning to ask you.” he mumbled, reaching for the back of his neck. your heart picked up speed, swallowing as you tried not to get your hopes up.

“you can ask me anything, george. you know that.” you smiled kindly, and george took a deep breath.

“i was wondering if you’d like to maybe go to the yule ball with me.” he rushed, “and i’m not much of a dancer, but i’m willing to try, for you.” he quickly added, fumbling over his words. you blinked, taking a moment to process his words before you smiled brightly.

you threw your arms around his neck, embracing him. “of course, george. i’d love to go to the ball with you.” you muttered, and george heaved a sigh of relief, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

pulling away slightly, both of you were smiling like idiots. a crazy idea came to mind, and you grinned. “what?” george questioned, tilting his head in confusion.

“you’ve shown me so much. now let me show you how to dance.” you offered, and george was visibly hesitant. “i’ve taken lessons since i was six years old, george. i help teach the first years at my school. i’ll take it slow, promise.” you spoke softly, and he sighed, nodding.

you gently grabbed his hands, placing one on your waist and clasping the other in your hand. step by step, you taught him the moves, and though he clumsily stumbled around and the pair of you looked ridiculous, you’d had more fun than you had in a long time.

it became your new routine, leading up to the ball. every evening, if you weren’t studying, you were up in the astronomy tower, practicing. george was determined to not make a fool of himself at the ball. “dream will never let me live it down.” he claimed, though you weren’t entirely convinced of his reasoning.

still, you didn’t need an excuse. you adored practicing with him, more than you cared to admit. you had a feeling you would forever treasure those late nights spent dancing the night away in the astronomy tower.

finally came the day of the yule ball, and you were simply a wreck. the beauxbatons carriage had never seen such chaos, usually prim and proper. however, the excitement and nerves of the ball were in the air, and it seemed everyone was frantically running around trying to find things and prepare for the night ahead. yourself included.

your mother had sent you a gorgeous dress, along with a matching tie george could wear with his dress robes you’d given to him earlier that week. you didn’t plan on seeing him until the night’s festivities, the hecticness all too familiar from the many balls you’d attended at your own school. madame maxime had made arrangements to have meals delivered to the carriage for the occasion, and you were grateful you didn’t have to leave until you were fully dressed.

hours of preparation and excitement later, the group of you (with the exception of fleur, who had left early to meet with the other champions) made your way to the great hall. it was the only place in hogwarts you trusted yourself to find on your own, having been so many times. you were grateful they chose to host the event somewhere so easily accessible.

you watched as students branched off from their friends in search for their dates, opting to do the same. you scanned the outside area for a familiar face, frowning when you were unsuccessful. it was well possible they’d already headed into the great hall, you figured.

“distraught already? the night hasn’t even begun.” a familiar voice teased, and you spun around, startled. you shot dream a playful glare, rolling your eyes.

“oh really? just when i thought i’d head back to my chambers for the night.” you pouted, and dream chuckled, flicking his gaze up and down your styled figure.

“you clean up nice.” he pointed out, smirking. “i hope you know george will absolutely lose it when he sees you.”

you scoffed, waving him off. “shut up, dream. and for the record, you don’t look too bad yourself.” you smiled, and he nodded in thanks, his gaze travelling past you as his smile grew.

“alright, that’s my cue. i’ll see you later, y/n.” he waved, and before you could question him, someone cleared their throat behind you. you spun, your dress flaring slightly as you met the gaze of the familiar brown eyes you’ve come to adore.

“i- wow.” george breathed, speechless. “you look.. amazing. i mean, you always look amazing, of course, but you just-” he sputtered, and you placed a comforting hand on his arm, smiling gratefully.

“thank you, george. you look quite amazing yourself.” you teased, offering your arm to him. “shall we head in?” you asked, and he nodded, slipping his arm through your own before leading you into the hall.

you gasped as your gaze fell upon the great hall. you hardly recognized the room. frost lined every wall, creating unique designs as far as the eye could see. a faint flurry of cold flakes fell gently from the enchanted ceiling, creating the perfect element of a peaceful winter’s night. the flames lining the hall had been coloured blue, and it all tied together beautifully with the large christmas trees situated at the end of the hall.

george gently tugged you in the direction of your friends, greeting them all with kind smiles and compliments. the sound of the doors opening caught your attention, and you all cheered as the champions and their dates entered the hall with pride. they began the traditional first dance, and you sighed dreamily as you watched them gracefully sway across the floor.

after a round of applause, a second slow song was started, and various couples began to pile onto the dance floor, joining the champions. “may i have this dance?” george asked, startling you. you laughed quietly at yourself, placing your hand in his outstretched one.

“i would love to.” you answered, allowing him to lead you to the dance floor. without instruction, george placed his hands as you’d taught him, and you mimicked his actions. you moved to lead but george shook his head, stopping you.

“allow me.” he mumbled, and you paused, glancing over his determined features. you relaxed in his grip, nodding for him to proceed. you knew how hard he’d practiced for this. he started slow, as if testing the waters, before he grew more comfortable and sped up, meeting the pace of the lively room around him.

with his lip pulled tightly in his teeth, a look of concentration etched on his pale face, you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be here with him. “what?” he mumbled, clearly amused by your sudden giddiness.

“nothing.” you brushed it off, a noise of surprise escaping you as he suddenly lifted you in the air, in time with the other couples in the room. you weren’t sure where the sudden confidence came from, but you weren’t complaining.

“mhm.” he hummed, a look of disbelief in his eyes. you chuckled, allowing him to spin you out and back into his arms.

“would you believe me if i said i was thinking about how magnificent you are?” you asked, catching him off guard. he nearly stumbled, but quickly caught himself and narrowly missed stepping on your foot.

“you can’t just say things like that while i’m trying not to step on your feet.” he rolled his eyes, and you burst into giggles, prompting george to as well. as your laughter died down, the song came to an end, a slower one taking its place.

your movements slowed, george readjusting his position and pulling you tighter against him. you danced silently, his eyes gazing deeply into your own. you saw nothing but adoration in his eyes, and it made your heart flutter.

this wasn’t your first time dancing with a boy you liked. far from it. countless balls and formals hosted by your school meant that you’d been exposed to several situations in which you’d been asked to dance. you’d felt special every time, flattered that out of all the girls in the room, they’d choose you.

this was different.

in all of hogwarts, out of all of the visiting and prior attending students, george chose you. out of hundreds of choices, he had eyes for you, and only you. he made you feel special in a way no other boy could. his skin against yours sent shockwaves through your body, electric to the touch.

and you loved every second of it.

you weren’t sure how long you danced with george, each song bleeding into the next and blending together. you watched couples leave and join in around you continuously, but you never broke apart. you two were entranced in each other, completely oblivious to the world around you. however, you were merely human, and the exhaustion was catching up to you.

as the last song came to a close, you slowly pulled back from george. stepping out of his grip, you dropped into a curtsy. you glanced up to meet george’s confused eyes, flashing him a cheeky grin. “thank you for the dance, good sir. it was a pleasure.” you attempted a terrible british accent. you both giggled, slightly delirious from the adrenaline high.

to your surprise, george dropped into a bow, grabbing your hand and placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “trust me, m’lady. the pleasure was all mine.” he said smoothly, his smirk never faltering. though his intentions were playful, you couldn’t help but swoon at his words.

the number of bodies in the room mixed with the way george was making you feel had you fanning your face, attempting to cool down. “do you want to go get some air?” he offered, and you nodded, lacing your hand in his as he pulled you out of the ballroom.

he brought you out to the nearest courtyard, and you gratefully soaked in the cool breeze. the low howl of the wind was a nice contrast to the lively chatter of the great hall, grateful for the moment of peace.

“how has your night been so far?” george’s soft voice cut through the silent night, and you flashed him a smile.

“brilliant, thanks to you.” you responded, truthfully. george reddened at your words, smiling bashfully.

“i’m really glad to hear that.” he mumbled, eyes peering up at the starry sky. when his gaze trailed back down, you were already looking at him.

“and how has yours been?” you prompted, taking a step closer to him with a sultry smile. he gulped at your sudden proximity, but made no move to put any distance between the two of you.

“far better than i could’ve ever imagined.” he whispered. you were close enough now that you could feel his warm breath fanning against your face as he spoke, your eyes flickering to sneak a peek at his lips.

reaching out his hand, he gently tucked away a stray strand of hair blowing tirelessly in the wind out of your face. his eyes trailed over the soft curves of your face, and you leaned into his hand slightly as he moved it to cup your cheek.

a moment of silence passed, with the two of you simply drinking in each other’s features. “can i kiss you?” he mumbled, and you nodded eagerly, meeting him halfway as he leaned forward. your lips barely brushed against each other, the touch feather-light.

you relished in the feeling of his lips against yours, slowly adding more pressure to the kiss as your confidence grew. you moved your hands to rest against george’s chest as his moved to your hips, tugging you closer and kissing you deeper.

it wasn’t perfect, far from it, but it was so indescribably george, and that was more than enough. all the pent up feelings and unspoken words were poured out into your searing kiss, filled with passion and longing.

pulling away for air, you leaned your forehead against his own, smiling like an idiot. “i’ve waited so long to do that.” george admitted, and you nodded, agreeing.

“so have i.” you joked, and he grinned, running a thumb along your cheekbone in a gentle caress.

“i suppose we should probably get back before the others start worrying, right?” he whispered, and you grinned mischievously.

“i think they can wait a little longer.” you mumbled, pulling him to meet your lips once more.

you returned to the hall, hand in hand as you easily found dream and sapnap standing off to the side of the room, chatting with their dates. dream was the first to spot the pair of you, greeting you eagerly. he raised a brow at your entwined hands and giddy expressions, eyeing you curiously.

“good makeout session?” dream teased, causing sapnap to fake a gag. you and george exchanged a knowing look, causing dream’s face to drop into one of shock. “wait, actually?”

you shrugged, leaning into your date happily. “ugh, you two are so gross.” sapnap groaned, earning a smack to his arm from dream. “ouch! what? they are!” he whined, and the slytherin rolled his eyes. the two girls they were with giggled at his childish response.

“well i think they’re adorable.” sapnap’s date cooed, and sapnap feigned a look of hurt, gasping dramatically.

“what about me! i’m adorable!” he pouted, and she burst into laughter, causing his lips to quirk up into a proud grin. you smiled at the sight, turning your attention back to george, who was invested in small talk with dream.

the group of you chatted for a while, before you recognized the opening of one of your favourite songs. you excitedly tugged on george’s sleeve, flashing your best pleading eyes. he chuckled, excusing the two of you as he guided you back to the dance floor. dream and sapnap followed his lead, inviting their dates to dance alongside you.

hours later, the ball had dwindled to a noticeably smaller crowd, as most of the younger students had left for their common rooms for the night. you and george had taken a break to acquire some refreshments, seated at one of the many tables littering the hall.

“i don’t know how much more dancing i can handle.” you groaned, glaring at the heels you wore. they complimented your dress beautifully, but after dancing in them for several hours, you were beginning to loathe the pair of shoes.

“do you want me to walk you back to the carriage?” he offered, though you didn’t miss the flash of disappointment in his expression he desperately tried to mask.

“i don’t want this night to end yet.” you admitted, and he smiled, offering you a hand.

“then let’s go somewhere.” he said excitedly, pulling you from your seat. you both bid your friends goodnight before you allowed him to lead you out of the ballroom. you didn’t question him, simply trusting him to take you wherever his heart desired.

you soon found yourself at the bottom of the astronomy tower, beginning your ascent up the familiar steps. you both wordlessly headed to the balcony, lowering yourselves into a sitting position as you fell into a comfortable silence. you let your head fall on his shoulder, feeling him tense under you momentarily, quickly relaxing and resting his head against yours.

a cold breeze brushed past, sending a shiver coursing through your body. george must’ve noticed as he was quick to remove his robe and tug it over your shoulders. “you don’t have to-” you started, but he was quick to cut you off.

“i know. just let me.” he mumbled, and your breath hitched as you noticed his loosened tie and crinkled dress shirt. the wind gently blew his hair, causing a few strands to dance wildly in the breeze.  at that moment, george looked ethereal.

“you really do look beautiful tonight.” he spoke softly. your eyes met, and it was then you realized that as you had been admiring him, he had been doing the same to you. you smiled, moving forward and capturing his lips in another kiss.

pulling away, you leaned back into george’s side. he happily placed his arm around you, holding you tight as you both gazed up at the stars.

“hey george?” you asked, quietly. he hummed, alerting you that he was listening as he carded a hand through your hair. “what’s going to happen when i go back home?”

george’s breath hitched, pulling away to look at you with a sad expression. “i don’t know.” he answered honestly, and you frowned.

“you’ll write?” you asked hopefully.

“of course.” he replied, without hesitation. “i’d rather not think about it, though. let’s just enjoy the time we have together, yeah?” he prompted. you nodded, curling back into his side and sighing in content.

“yeah, okay.” you mumbled, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. your eyes began to feel heavy, and with the comforting weight of his arm around you and the warmth of his body against yours, you were quickly eased into a light slumber.

you didn’t know what the future held for you and george, but you each only had one more year of school before you graduated. for him, you were willing to wait. a year wasn’t awful, and you’d keep in contact throughout the year. honestly, you’d wait decades if he asked, if it meant the two of you would be together in the end. luckily for you, that wasn’t the case.

however, george was right, of course. there was no sense dwelling on the dreaded day until it arrived. so for now, you’d make the most of your time left at hogwarts, with the boy you’d come to love.

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Inevitable (Series Masterlist) | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader (ft. ot6)

Genre/Tags: exes au, parents au, baseball player!JK; angst, fluff, smut (18+)

Series Warnings: foul language, alcohol consumption, minor character death, talks of insecurities, explicit sexual content (oral sex, fingering, making out, straddling, unprotected/protected penetrative sex but be safe please! specific warnings will be written on applicable chapters)

Series Word count: ~89.8k

Summary: You convinced Jungkook to break up years ago so he could pursue his lifelong baseball dream. Now he’s back home, staring at you, and the little boy next to you who looks unmistakably like him.

A/N: I love exes aus, and (athlete) dad Jungkook does things to me and after months of this little family living in my head, I finally got to put them into writing. So I hope you enjoy knowing them as much as I loved writing them 🥰 Also, my knowledge on baseball (and the MLB and the KBO) is quite shallow so for wrong terms and stuff… please ignore!

Prologue (wc: 2.2k)

Chapter 01 (wc: 6.9k)

Chapter 02 (wc: 7.2k)

Chapter 03 (wc: 7.7k)

Chapter 04 (wc: 9.9k)

Chapter 05 (wc: 7.5k)

Chapter 06 (wc: 7.7k)

Chapter 07 (wc: 6.6k)

Chapter 08 (wc: 14.7k)

Epilogue (final) (wc: 6.3k) 

Only Love: An Inevitable Epilogue (wc: 13k) || End

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