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The Most Beautiful Moments in Life, Ch.1
The Most Beautiful Moments in Life…Are Together
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Suga: so we go to the same school?
RapMonster: Looks like it.
Suga: did you wanna meet up?
RapMonster: you sure you want to drop your cool-factor by hanging with an underclassman?
Suga: ..im usually alone, but sometimes i have some friends
Suga: youve met one on here
Suga: jhope
RapMonster: Ah, yeah.  I have a friend or two as well.  They don't have cool names or anything, but one of them is obsessed with the letter ‘V.’
Suga: thats weird
RapMonster: Hey, he's one of my closest friends.
Suga: sorry
Suga: i didnt mean to offend you
RapMonster: It’s cool.
Suga: …
Suga: so then are we good to meet up?
RapMonster: Sure.
RapMonster: I’ll bring my friends and you bring yours - we can guess who each other are, since two of you know me.
Suga: fine
Suga: meet me under the tree in the corner of the patio at lunch
RapMonster: That sounds like you're issuing a challenge.
Suga: don't fight me
Suga:
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Rin Okumura x Reader - Jealousy Ch. 21
        "Even in the beginning, there were dark forces. With their presence in this world, God required an army, and so He made one.
        "They were all beautiful, and yet terrifying.  They had two forms though, so that they would not scare God's favorite children, the humans, when they went to protect them from evil. 
        "God called these gorgeous creatures 'angels' and when not on Earth, they were allowed to show their true form.  No human has ever witnessed an angel's true form, not without dying, so we know nothing of what they look like.    The tricky part about angels is that they look exactly like humans when walking among us. They don't want to upset God by showing their true form and killing us all.
        "At least, that's how it used to be. A few rules were written over time, and now
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Literature
Lelouch vi Britannia x Reader - Birthday
Fem Reader
**I made the executive decision to place this in an Alternative Universe where Geass don't exist and Lulu is a normal prince**
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        You were excited. Tonight was finally the night you would meet your fiance. It was hard, waiting for these last few month to pass by, but you were going to meet him, your fiance at your birthday party.
        Well, you father was very insistent on calling it your 'coming of age ball' instead, but you thought it was easier your way.
        You took a deep breath, staring at yourself in the mirror.  You really did look grown-up, with your hair all pulled back from your face and pinned so delicately.  Your face was made up by your mother's servants so that it wasn't too light or too heavy, and it complimented your bone structure so well.
        You really were speechles
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Keith x Reader - Violet (Soulmate!AU)
*Soulmate!AU where you can't see the color of your soulmate's eyes until your eyes meet*
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        "What the hell does purple look like?!"  Everyone looked up at you.  You were at your cousin's wedding reception, and everyone was talking about what a pretty purple the bridesmaid's dresses were.  You had thought that, for some reason, they were all in gray, which was really weird for a wedding, but your cousin always had been excentric.
        "Oh,you were gone from school when they explained it, weren't you?"  You mom realized that she had taken you to some funeral when they talked to the students about soulmates.
        "Explained what?"  You were a bit agitated, as you had heard of the color purple before, when you were younger and were learning colors in the first place, but you never understood why you needed a name for another shade
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Literature
Maybe This Time - Chapter 6
        I wasn't sure what to make of the relationship between Karma and myself anymore.  It was a muddy mess, mostly because I was craving love that night in the kitchen. 
        I had kissed him. 
        And he hadn't kissed back. 
        I was sure it was just the shock of a middle school boy, so broken on the floor that he couldn't move lest he shatter any more, kissing him, but I shouldn't have expected anything.  It was more chaste than anything, a thank-you between close friends (though if it was anyone else, I know Karma would be the one to state 'no homo'). 
        It had hurt me at the time to see him so shocked, especially since I was delusional from the emotional pain and took his silent freak-out for disgust. 
    
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Rin Okumura x Reader - Jealousy Ch. 20
        "Why, of course I knew. I could tell from her aura alone that she was dishonored by Him." Mephisto was behind his desk, drinking tea. His hat was sitting beside him so his ridiculous cowlick was fully exposed. He took a sip from his cream and pink colored tea-cup. "Why do you ask? Did she say something?"
        Yukio and Bon were standing before the demon in a respectful manner. "No," Yukio began. "But one of the students saw her back. This could be a potential disaster if word got out that we were harboring one of her kind here, especially if it was a student who ratted." The boy didn't doubt that your secret would he kept, he just wanted something to threaten Mephisto with.
        "Ah, but how do you know that she's an offense?" Mephisto leaned forward and set his cup down. His fingers interlocked to form a steeple.
      
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Literature
The Pen is Mightier than the Sword Pt.3
        "You were sent by my dad? Right." Even if I knew he was crazy, I couldn't help but glance at the pen in my hand. Maybe Dad was the one who was listening?
        "I'm serious. He appeared in my frontroom - completely destroying my mom's favorite rug, by the way, and claimed that his 'beloved [y/n]' was in danger. He said that my pegasus was on the roof waiting to take me to her, and, lo and behold, he was actually right."
        "Okay, so why you?" I capped my pen and shoved it in my messenger bag, looking around to see if there was anywhere for Scott to shadow-travel to.
        "I have been asking myself the same question for a while now."  He pulled out a cheap pen's lid and touched it to the tip of his sword, shrinking it to the size and shape of a 99¢ ballpoint pen.  Cute.  I went over to t
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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword Pt.2
        In hindsight, my method of killing monsters isn't very effective.  I mean, it requires writing, and when running for my life, there are not a lot of things to write on.  This usually means that I have golden ink all over my arm, and let me tell you, it has never been easy to remove.  Especially since it's more like paint than like ink. 
        Regardless, with the cyclops chasing after me, I had to keep making sharp turns so that he didn't catch up as I tried to write myself home.  That sounded funny. 
        Whatever I write with the golden ink will become reality.  That was a huge responsibility to give a thirteen year old girl, and I learned that the hard way.  There was a reason I was kicked out of my home.  Well, two reasons.  One of them was because I didn't want to harm my mother in any way at all, esp
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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword Pt.1
        You'd think I'd be used to being hunted down by crazed, cannibal giants, or scary, snake-legged ladies, but I've been more wrong before.  Take that time in third grade.  I thought that Suzie was a nice girl, but it turned out she just wanted my Oreos.  Or in fifth grade, when I thought that Evan had a crush on me, and it turned out that he just wanted my homework answers.  And again, three years ago, when I thought that maybe, eigth grade would be a piece of cake?  It turned out that I was famous online for my fanfiction, but I was also famous in real life, and mythical monsters that were supposed to be stories turned up during a pep rally and tried to kill me. 
        That had really bummed out my school spirit.  The only thing that kept me going for the last three years was the fact that there were people cheering me on. 
     
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Shiro x Reader - Closer
        The night wasn’t going exactly the way you thought it would, considering you were at a party. Not exactly your idea of a great time, but the music was good and the ocean breeze felt nice compared to the early June heat. Your friends looked to be having the time of their lives, though, so you stayed. You might not have met the love of your life otherwise.
        You were a ways away from the bonfire and surrounding drunks, far enough that you wouldn't be hit by sand when someone stumbled by you, but close enough to hear the punk music blasting from someone’s Bluetooth speakers. You were sitting on the ground in a pair of shorts and a tank-top, holding your red solo cup half-filled with a cheap-tasting local brew.
        Then, when you thought that you'd had enough of being a wallflower, a man came from the group and sat to the right of you. He was
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Pidge x Reader - Forbidden
(If you have a problem with the strictly romantic relationship between a fourteen year old and and eighteen year old, this is not the story for you. Also, female reader.)
        You knew you really shouldn’t have done it, but you had fallen for your boyfriend’s younger sister regardless. Of course, Matt and you were only ‘dating’ so that your parents wouldn’t get on either of you for being gay. You didn’t think that it would be too hard since the two of you hung out 24/7 anyway, but when you met Katie, you knew it would be.
        The young girl was twelve, and you were sixteen when you met, but your heart didn’t care, and Katie acted so much older than her years. She was perfection. Her snark and sass was enough to rival your own and she was way smarter than you were. You had never been one to excessively praise, but you really wanted to raise little Katie on a p
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Lance x Reader - Tutoring
        You couldn't think of a single way to convince Lance to pay attention. 
        The two of you were studying for a huge chemistry test coming up, but your boyfriend wouldn't keep his eyes or hands or words to himself.  On more than one occasion, you had to slap his hands away from your thighs.  Eventually, you moved to the other side of the table, but that didn't stop him from spouting countless terrible pick-up lines. 
        "Hey, are you made of copper and tellurium?  'Cuz you're CuTe~"  You groaned.  He's told that one twice already.
        "C'mon, I tell a chemistry joke, but you had no reaction."  He couldn't stay serious and started laughing.
        "Lance, focus, please."
        "I am. 
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Literature
Rin Okumura x Reader - Jealousy Ch. 19
        Bon was shocked.  "What do you mean, branded?"  He knew you, and respected you even, so to find this out made him concerned.  You made him suspicious, but that didn't mean he wasn't friends with you.
        Izumo rolled her eyes.  "I mean, like they were burned into her skin.  they're healed, so it happened a while ago, but they take up most of her back.  You can't see them with her school uniform, obviously, so I don't think she wants anyone to know."  She crossed her arms.  Bon sat down and put his head in his hands.  
        "Are we going to confront her about this?"  
        "Why would we?"  Izumo already said the bit about not wanting anyone to know about the wings.  You hadn't been worried when you stripped in front of her and Shiemi though, s
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Literature
Shiro x Reader - Lost
“Love is like a razor blade
Double edge and double pain” - 'The Nature of Love' by Ministry
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        She was gone
        As they dragged me away, she’s all I could think about.
        I had told her I would come back to her. These strange purple beings were making a liar out of me yet - I won’t see her again, not by how roughly they were gripping my arms. I looked up, panicked. “Where are you taking me?” I only got hit.
        When I came to, I was in a cell with Matt, but Dr. Holt was nowhere to be seen. I sat up, gasping for air. I glanced around, trying to get ahold of my bearings. Matt was already awake, curled into a ball, sitting in the corner farthest from the cell door. Everything was shades of pink and purple and black, and when I looked down, I was no longer in my bri
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Shiro x Reader - Patience
                You honestly hated getting hit on all the time - if only your boyfriend was with you, but he was away for work.
                Shiro was, actually, half a world away, so while he was off training for a mission to space that wouldn’t happen for another couple of months, you were in a small coffee shop, manning the only cappuccino machine within two miles of the high school. Those boys always said they had a girlfriend when their friends are in earshot, but when it's just them ordering, they say their name is your number or they order you as their drink.
                You even tried wearing a fake engagement ring to ward off their advances, but if anything they only tried harder, thinking that you were some prize to be won.
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Matt Holt x Reader - Sweet
I actually describe the reader in a more feminine way in this one, as opposed to my usual non-binary.
        “Get back here, Holt!”  You were chasing your boyfriend down the hallway of your apartment, but he used his slight height advantage to hold you necklace above your head as you reached for it.  “That’s not fair!”  He had spent the night, and your morning was like a fairy tail, waking up to a squinty-eyed Matt and nose kisses.  He’d stay over once in awhile, but the two of you would only cuddle, falling asleep wrapped in one another under two blankets because your apartment was usually freezing.  
        When you got up to get dressed, you had put on a shirt and panties before Matt swiped your necklace and took off out the door to engage in a one man game of keep-away.  The necklace was a silver crescent moon with the words “I lo
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You closed your eyes and sighed. You did not need this today.
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Valentine's Day - Raffle [CLOSED]
Happy Valentine's Day, dudes!
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I want to say a huge thank you to everyone who take part in this raffle, i didn't even expected to see so many people actually, you just make me happy fjjhddhsjdds
And you can't just imagine, I'm so thankful for all your words, i read them all and it's so kind jsdk your different opinions are important and interesting,
they allowed me to look from the other side on what i want to see in what im doing and understand better which way i should keep, this helped a lot
and make me feel so much better and more confident that things I'm doing is not in vain uhhhh -cries-


Congratulations to the winner!

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RAFFLE IS NOW CLOSED! 
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~Flash Back to Ten Minutes Previous~
"[Name], please refrain from snooping through that closet," Uta pointed to a door sandwiched between two other doors. He stared down at you and raised his eyebrows, as if saying 'Do you understand?'
"Okay, yeah, got it. No discovering the prize behind door number two," you nodded and walked across the room to his desk. Huffing as your bum hit the chair, you looked at him, "I promise I won't go through that closet," you raised your hands in surrender before sending a sweet smile. He stared at you for another few seconds before nodding and stepping up to you.
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He kissed you lovingly before
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I need one desperately, and I'm going to post this on all of my sites because nobody every responds to my journals, and I really, really need someone to tell me if I made any simple grammar errors, or if the story makes sense. 

I need help!!
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The Most Beautiful Moments in Life…Are Together

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Suga: so we go to the same school?

RapMonster: Looks like it.

Suga: did you wanna meet up?

RapMonster: you sure you want to drop your cool-factor by hanging with an underclassman?

Suga: ..im usually alone, but sometimes i have some friends

Suga: youve met one on here

Suga: jhope

RapMonster: Ah, yeah.  I have a friend or two as well.  They don't have cool names or anything, but one of them is obsessed with the letter ‘V.’

Suga: thats weird

RapMonster: Hey, he's one of my closest friends.

Suga: sorry

Suga: i didnt mean to offend you

RapMonster: It’s cool.

Suga: …

Suga: so then are we good to meet up?

RapMonster: Sure.

RapMonster: I’ll bring my friends and you bring yours - we can guess who each other are, since two of you know me.

Suga: fine

Suga: meet me under the tree in the corner of the patio at lunch

RapMonster: That sounds like you're issuing a challenge.

Suga: don't fight me

Suga: i wont fight back

RapMonster: See you tomorrow, Suga.

-[RapMonster] has logged off-

Yoongi sat back, having been leaning forward to squint at the screen of his laptop.  He was going to meet his best friend finally.  The two of them had been friends for the better part of a year now.  It was found out that he and RapMonster attended the same school, and that Yoongi was two years older - he was a senior and RapMonster was a sophomore.

There was a knock on the frame of Yoogi's door.  He looked up and saw his brother, who he thought was away for college.  He must have been on break.

“Are you seriously on your laptop in the dark again?”  Yoongi rolled his eyes.  

“I wasn't aware that I wasn't allowed to.”  His brother chuckled.

“C’mon you dork.  Dinner’s ready.”  Yoongi set his laptop aside and crawled to the edge of his bed and heaved himself onto his feet.  

“What's for dinner?” Yoongi asked.

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Yoongi waited with Seokjin and Hoseok beneath the tree.  Seokjin was a senior, like Yoongi, and was a few months older, while Hoseok was a junior, and about a year younger.

Seokjin and Yoongi had met in their sophomore year when they had both submitted something to their school’s magazine, and got into trouble.  Seokjin submission had been a somewhat suggestive photograph, and even though nothing was showing, it was implied that the subject was naked, and that wasn't school-appropriate.  Yoongi thought it was a nice picture, in grayscale.  Yoongi’s submission had been the lyrics to a rap that he had written by himself (disguised as a poem) and the school thought it too violent for a fifteen year old boy.  Yoongi and Seokjin had bonded over the mutual hatred they had for ‘the system.’

Yoongi had met Hoseok through Seokjin.  The two of them were acquainted at a cafe one morning.  Seokjin was sitting near the window, taking pictures, as he liked to do, of what he called ‘everyday human interactions.’  Hoseok had come in for a black coffee on his way to dance practice one Saturday.  Seokjin saw the way that Hoseok held himself - with confidence and grace - and knew that Hoseok was his new muse.  Seokjin wanted to photograph the dancer when he was dancing when he was catching his breath after exerting all the energy he could spare, when he was standing still and ordering coffee.  Hoseok found that ridiculous, that anyone would want to take pictures of him, but during the year that he had known Yoongi and Seokjin, he had gotten used to the click of a camera whenever he did something pretty to Seokjin’s artist eyes.

It also helped that Hoseok liked to dabble in writing raps like Yoongi.  The two of them became friends quickly when Seokjin had introduced them, and soon, Yoongi had shown him a website where one could get helpful advice and feedback when one didn’t know where to go next in a piece of writing, be it a song or an essay, and there was even a category for fanfiction.  The song section was where Yoongi had met Rap Monster (a pretty cocky name, he’d have thought, if the guy’s lyrics weren’t so beautiful, and powerful.  He wrote them too fast for his fingers to keep up sometimes, and the typos got really bad sometimes.)

The two, Yoongi and Rap Monster, were never brave enough to exchange names, so the rapper on the other side of the computer screen remained anonymous.  For some reason though, even if they won’t say their names, they’ll show their faces.

“Party at three o’clock.  That’s some bright hair.”  Hoseok was referring to who he’d learn to be Jimin.

“Is one of you RapMonster?”  Seokjin asked, even though he was the one that didn’t know him.

“Yup.  Two of you Suga and J-Hope?”  Taehyung often gave off an unapproachable vibe, since his eyes were usually so intense, and his voice very deep.  Namjoon, the sixteen-year-old boy behind the username ‘RapMonster’ was also often mistaken as intimidating, so he and Taehyung had flocked to one another during lunch on the first day of school, Jimin hot on Taehyung’s tail.  Those boys both fourteen and freshman (well, Taehyung was fourteen, Jimin was three months older and had just turned fifteen two weeks prior.  He had invited Namjoon and Taehyung to his party and they drank Capri Suns and played Just Dance until one in the morning) met on the first day of school as in English, and again in History.  They had been fast friends as well, and Taehyung almost looked like a bodyguard for Jimin, who had a much smaller stature than both Tae and Namjoon on either side of him.

Jimin waved to Hoseok, knowing him from the dance studio they both frequented - along with a seventh grader that Jimin was trying to convince to go to their high school.

Hoseok waved back with a brief, knowing smile.  Yoongi  eyed the two of them for a moment, before turning to Seokjin.  “Which one do you think it is?”

Seokjin hummed.  “Hmm.  Tall, dark and handsome number one, number two, or the crayon in the center?”  Yoongi smirked.

Simultaneously, the younger group also guessing among themselves, who the two rappers were.  “J-Hope is the dork I was waving to,” Jimin said.

“Are you sure?”  Namjoon wasn’t doubting Jimin, just being sure.  There wasn’t a penalty for guessing wrong or a prize for guessing wrong, but Namjoon just really didn’t want to lose.  Jimin nodded.

“Describe Suga again?”  Taehyung had his concentration face on again - something that Seokjin found himself wanting to photograph, even more than Hoseok.

“He’s powerful, and never typed more than he had to.  His humor is a little dry, but still a bit funny.  “Namjoon though for a moment.  “He’s very understanding, and knows every line to at least eighteen Kanye West songs - I quizzed him.”  Jimin held up his hand to pause him.

“Hold up, does that mean that you know every line to at least eighteen Kanye West songs?”  Namjoon had paused.

“That’s not the point, Jimin.”  

“So, what do you think, Hoseok?”  Seokjin turned to his friend, asking his opinion on the matter.

“It’s not the red one in the middle - I think it’s the dangerous one on the left.

“The one with the dark brown hair?”  Hoseok nodded.  The two looked ot Yoongi for his final opinion.  He watched the three younger boys arguing about Kanye West as he thought.

“No, I’m not going to start rapping Kanye West right now, it’ll be a dead give-away.”

“Well, I don’t know any Kanye.”  Jimin passed the torch to Taehyung, who hadn’t said anything in awhile.

“I mean, I know some, but you both know that I’m no rapper.”  He put his hands up in surrender.

“Man,” Jimin said.  “I don’t know which of us is in the harder situation, us or them.”  In fact, they were both in the situation of having to guess between two people.

“I have an idea!”  Jimin’s eyes lit up as he called five people’s attentions to him.  “Why don’t we introduce ourselves?  We’re guessing usernames, so there’s no harm in that, right?”  He ended with shrugged shoulders and high eyebrows.  Everyone nodded in agreement.  “Okay, I’ll start.  I’m Park Jimin!”  His excitement was infectious, not only to Taehyung, but to Seokjin and Hoseok as well, who all but ran each other over to go next.

“Kim Taehyung!”

“Kim Seokjin!”

“Jung Hoseok!”

Yoongi and Namjoon locked eyes and they just knew.  Their silence was enough to say who they were to the other - best friends, meeting in real life for the first time.  Namjoon introduced himself first.

“Hey, Suga.  I’m Kim Namjoon.”  He held his hand out to Yoongi.

“RapMonster, it’s nice to finally meet you in person.  My name is Min Yoongi.”  Seokjin and Hoseok has essentially deflated when they heard this - they were having fun guessing who the mysterious ‘RapMonster’ was.  Taehyung and Jimin were unaffected, and proceeded to dump their bags on the ground next to the table outside.

“Thank God this area is shaded,” Jimin said as he sat next to Hoseok and across Taehyung, who sat next to Seokjin.

“For now.  It’s autumn,” Seokjin said.  “The leaves will fall, but it’s cold out here in the winter.”  He was studying Taehyung’s profile out of the corner of his eye as he said this.  On the other side of the table (and on the other side of Hoseok), Yoongi rolled his eyes.  He knew that look.  Seokjin considered everyone as a subject before he accepted them - he had a phase where he wanted his camera always trained on Yoongi as well.

Namjoon sat next to Yongi, filling one side of the table and leaving two empty spots across from the best friends, only one of which would be eventually filled.

- - - - - - -

Seokin was crushing.

Hard.

On a freshman.

It was like an unwritten rule, somewhere in the high school rulebook, that a senior should never, ever, fall for a freshman - especially since he was eighteen now, and the freshmen was actually turning fifteen in three days.

Was it still considered illegal since they were both in school together?  Probably.  And if he asked anyone in the friend group, said freshman would inevitably find out, and that was actually the last thing that Seokjin needed right now.  

But he had been so kind to Seokjin, listening to his every direction when he had finally agreed to a photoshoot.  It had taken some convincing on Seokjin’s end though.

“Oh, I like to take photos, and so I’ve done shoots for some of the others,” he assured Taehyung.  And he did have stacks of photos at home, of Yoongi and Hoseok. Seokjin had printed them all with a special photo printer that his mother had given to him for his birthday two years ago, that way he could keep plenty of space on his digital - although he did love his pink polaroid as well.

Taehyung had been a perfect model, so beautiful and so compliant, so open to possibility.  They had taken the photos at an old faded playground, the equipment sun-damaged and no longer colored in bright primary hues.  The wood ships were a full beige, dirty and worn from years of wear-and-tear, years of parents running to their crying children, of those same children running because they were so excited to go to the park and play with their friends.  These chips had probably seen those children grow up - they had certainly watched over Seokjin as he grew into the young man that he was now.

Taehyung stood out from the surroundings perfectly - a dark leather jacket that fit him perfectly was laid over a black and white graphic t-shirt, paired with black vans and maroon jeans.  

“Here, take this,” Seokjin said, handing his black, wide brimmed hat to Taehyung.  The younger boy gave him an incredulous look, like he had never seen anyone so excited to take pictures before.

“Why do you want to take pictures of me though?”  Taehyung was looking down at the hat in his hands.

“Uh, Taehyung?”  Seokjin called his friend’s attention, but Taehyung didn't look up.  Well, his eyes did, but he didn't move his head.  His pout was killing Seokjin.  “I like to take pictures of everyone.  Did Hoseok tell you how I met him?”  Taehyung shook his head, eyes still trained on his hyung.  “I like to go to crowed areas and take photos of people.  I met him at a cafe when he want one day while I was there, and he is one of the few people that I want to be able to take pictures of forever.”

“Who are the other few?”  Taehyung looked up now, and Seokjin took a step closer.

“Yoongi, Jimin, Namjoon, myself.”  Taehyung chuckled when Seokjin pretended to flip his hair over his shoulder. “And you.  I want to take pictures of you, Taehyung.”  He shook his head.  “You're one of the best looking people that I've seen, Taehyung.  The camera will love your face as much as I do.”  Seokjin’s face told Taehyung that he was completely serious.

“Alright,” Tae said as he looked Seokjin straight in the eyes.  “Where do you want me to go?”

Seokjin was falling so hard.

Two months after the shoot, there was a contest held by a popular magazine, and Seokjin had entered his favorite picture of the Taehyung shoot.

“Ah, Taehyung?”  Seokjin came last to the lunch table, as usual.  Ever since the two groups had merged in October, they had laid claim to the table outside, and they always sat there, unless it was raining before lunch had started.  Then, they'd migrate inside to the senior dining hall where they could all get in because of Yoongi and Seokjin.

The freshman looked up at Seokjin.  “Yes?”  That look of innocence drove Seokjin mad.

“Don't be mad, alright?”  Seokjin set down his backpack, and sat across from Taehyung.  Hoseok was the only one he had told about the submission, so he knew what this was about - he also knew that the results had come this morning.  Seokjin must have already opened his email.

“Um, okay?”  Taehyung raised an eyebrow and Seokjin wanted his camera.

“Remember the photo shoot?”  Taehyung nodded.  “Well, I submitted one of the pictures to a contest, and, uh.  Well, you won, Tae.”  Jimin slapped Taehyung on the back in celebration, and Namjoon clapped politely.  Yoongi kept eating, and Hoseok set the record straight.

“I hope that you mean the both of you won together, hyung?”  Seokjin flushed.  Nobody had ever complimented his shots before, and he really always gave all of the crust to the subjects.  He didn't consider himself part of the equation - it had always been the subject and the camera.

“So, what exactly did you win, Seokjin-hyung?”  Namjoon asked between bites.

“Oh.   I won an internship for the magazine, as well as a bit of prize money. I'm going to be a photojournalist.”  Everyone got silent.  It was like they had all, simultaneously remembered that Seokjin (and Yoongi for that matter) were going to graduate in a few months.  

Yoongi spoke up.  “I got one at one of the local radio stations.”  Namjoon looked shocked.

“Really?  That's amazing!”  He looked like a puppy, showing the excitement that Yoongi hadn't.  He also looked like he wanted to give him a hug, but he knew that Yoongi didn't like human contact in any way, shape, or form.  Hoseok didn't respect his boundaries as much, and proceeded to throw his arm around his hyung’s shoulders.

“Whoa!  Nice one, man!”  His enthusiasm and smile transferred to Yoongi, like only Hoseok could do.

“Yeah.  I sent them one of my raps, and they liked it,” Yoongi began.  The others payed attention, because storytime  with Yoongi was a rare occurrence.  “So I go in every Thursday, and I get to mess around with the equipment for two hours.  Sometimes, I get to play my own stuff.”  Really, the only way for anyone to get Yoongi to talk was by bringing up his music.  His parents don't approve, but it's all he wanted in life - to be recognized as an artist, to be worthy of praise, to make his parents proud.

“Man, that's awesome,” Namjoon said.  “I'm proud of you.”  Jimin nodded.  

“Yeah!  We're all so proud and excited for you, hyung!”  He turned to Seokjin.  “You too, Jin-hyung!”  He got up from his usual seat beside Hoseok and hugged the newly-nicknamed oldest member of their friend group.

And then lunch when on as normal.  Seokjin spouted a multitude of puns (some good, some bad.  They were judged by the number of laughs or groans) and Namjoon shared random facts, with the help of Taehyung, until the three of them got hit by grapes that the other three had thrown.

“Hey, I have this chemistry joke that you all need to hear...it's sodium funny.”  There was silence for all of two seconds before Jin started laughing at his own joke, almost to the point of tears, like usual.

“Hey, hey.”  The group looked to him as he struggled to not burst out laughing again.  “What did the blanket say as it fell off of the bed?”  

Jimin, like usual, answered.  “What?”

“Oh, sheet.”  He laughed so hard that some of the other students that are outside have him looks.  Namjoon and Jimin laughed too, while Hoseok smiled and Taehyung suppressed his giggles.

They had fun at lunch.

But the seniors proceeded to graduate that year (Jin always teased Yoongi, asking how he scraped together enough credits with how often he skipped) and the next school year was a bit more dull without them.  Sometimes, one of Namjoon’s friends in Hoseok’s grade would come sit with them, but he also had a friend group that Namjoon would sit with.  He also was on the site that Namjoon met Yoongi on.  

The year after that, Jimin was practically bouncing in his seat on the bus to school.  Hoseok, who said that he wasn't going to college, rode with him on his way to work at a cafe. He knew why Jimin was excited, but he did nothing to earn Namjoon and Taehyung of their friend’s condition.

At lunch on the first day, Taehyung looked around expectantly, having already claimed the group’s usually table, even though it only consisted of Namjoon, a senior, and him and Jimin who were both juniors.

“Hey.  Where mochi?”  He looked up to to see Namjoon bedside him.  The older boy sat across from Tae.

“I dunno.  Maybe he already got into trouble?”

“Hmm.  Maybe.”  Taehyung looked back at the entrance of the courtyard where they sat.  “Wait, there he is.  Does he have a freshman with him?”

“How did Jimin already make friends with a freshman?”  Taehyung then realized that he was no longer the maknae if this newcomer joined their group.  

“Tae, Namjoon-hyung, this is my friend Jeongguk.  He goes to the same dance studio as Hoseok-hyung and I.”  The boy looked so nervous.  He was about Jimin’s height and had black, almost purple hair.

“Uh, hello.  I'm Jeon Jeongguk.  Jimin-hyung likes to call my Kookie, so I guess you can too.”  He bowed respectfully.

“Hey, Jeongguk.  I'm Kim Taehyung.”  He stood from the table and reached over it to give little Kookie a handshake, which was returned eagerly.  “I'm a junior.”  He was really happy that he was no longer the youngest.  Jin and Yoongi always sent him on errands.

“I'm Kim Namjoon.  Senior.  Pleasure to meet you, finally.  Hoseok and Jimin like to talk about you.  A lot.”  Jeongguk looked at Jimin, scared.

“Only good things, I swear.  We'd never say anything bad about you, Jeonggukkie~”

Namjoon had a feeling that Jimin would often flirt with Jeongguk.  The frightened freshman nodded, and hesitated before sitting, not knowing which upperclassman to sit by, Namjoon or Taehyung.  Jimin chose for him when he went around the table and sat by Taehyung.  Jeongguk was made to sit by Namjoon.

They both made fun of Hoseok the whole lunch period, but they both could tell that the other respected the ray of sunshine that was Jung Hoseok.

On the weekends, everyone in the original group would meet up, and this weekend, it was Taehyung’s choice of place to meet up.  They started rotating every week after Jimin took them to the arcade three weeks in a row when they started this the year prior.  Tae chose the skatepark pretty often.  Even though Seokjin hated the skatepark, and the idea of his crush in danger made a knot in his stomach, he loved these weekend meetups.  After he graduated, he continued his photojournalism career, and he was good at it.  His favorite part of the weekend meetups was that he could take more pictures of all of his friends, as well as Tae.

Yoongi’s internship had also gone well, but while he was writing more music, he was technically unemployed, gaining his income from YouTube videos.  He was slowly gaining popularity and sometimes, he’d feature Namjoon or Hoseok in a song, and they had some fans as well.  They were always asking for another collab.

Hoseok, like mentioned earlier, was working at a cafe and was hoping to audition for a dance competition as soon as he saw one that fit him.  One that was he was sure that he could win.  Jimin was trying this best to encourage his friend, and always brought him flyers on the Saturdays that the three dancers all met up at their mutual studio.

At the skatepark on Sunday, Jimin brought Jeongguk to meet the other three friends.  Taehyung and Jimin went immediately to challenge one another to the cooler tricks, and left Jeongguk with two strangers and two friends.

“Hello.”  Seokjin waved to the young oy half-hiding behind Namjoon.  “You must be Jimin and Hosoek’s friend.  I’m the oldest, Kim Seokjin.  Just call me Jin, please.  It’s easier.”  

Jeongguk nodded, and Yoongi muttered his name as an introduction.  There was some odd feeling he got from looking at the freshman, so he was going to stay back until he figured out what it was.  Jeongguk bowed deeply again to his two new older friends, intimidated by them both.  Seokjin was very obviously older, and almost subconsciously commanded respect.  Yoongi did too, but not so much in a physical war.  His controlled expressions and quiet nature put Jeongguk on edge.

After introductions were made, Namjoon pulled out a notebook from his bag and sat off to the side.  Hoseok and Jin both started talking about another candid photo shoot, and Jimin and Taehyung were still having a trick battle - Taehyung now with a few bruises from falling.  Jeongguk approached Namjoon.

“Hyung.”  Namjoon held up a finger, letting Jeongguk know that he'd be finished soon.  When he drilled his pencil, he looked up.

“Yeah.  What do you need?”  He had set down his pencil on the notebook that was resting on his long, folded legs.  It was almost hard to believe that he'd be turning eighteen in a few weeks.

“Why aren't you skating like the others?”  Jeongguk sat beside Namjoon, facing him.  Namjoon chuckled, his eyes closed, and shook his head.  

“Seokjin said I wasn't allowed to skate, that I was ‘too much a danger to not only myself, but to everyone else as well.’  I didn't sprain my wrist on purpose, I was just catching my fall.”  Jeongguk had heard about this from Hoseok and Jimin - something about one of their friends being so clumsy that he had chartered the nickname ‘God of Destruction.’

Jeongguk didn't know that he'd get to potentially see the god in action.  “Oh,” he said.  “Then what are you doing instead?”  Namjoon shifted his notebook so that Jeongguk could look at the lyrics he was writing.  “Wow!  Do you know what you want to call it yet?”  Namjoon shrugged.

“I’m thinking ‘No More Dream,’ but maybe not.  I still haven't decided.  I was going to ask Yoongi where he thought before I put it on SoundCloud.  He's kind of a musical genius.”  Jeongguk thought back to lunch on Friday, when Namjoon was complaining about his hard advanced classes.

“But hyung, you're so smart.  You could make it big in the world - especially with scores like yours!”  Over the summer, Namjoon had gotten test scores back for some pretty important exams, and he had told the lunch group about them.  Even if he wasn't likely to take those tests, Jeongguk knew that they were extremely impressive.  If Jeongguk was half as intelligent as Namjoon, he'd be set for life too.

Namjoon shook his head.  “Not with my outlook and beliefs.  I'd much rather write, and if Yoongi’s turned off YouTube notifications are anything to go by, maybe it's okay that I feel like this.”  He gestured to his spiral notebook.  

“Hey!”  Hoseok called out to Namjoon and Jeongguk.  They looked up at him.  “You guys should watch this.”  He proceeded to land almost any trick that Jimin and Taehyung could think of.  Then Jeongguk called one out, and the juniors nodded and egged Hoseok on.  

Seokjin, who had been quietly snapping pictures, put a stop to that quickly.  

“No.  Even I know that trick, and I also happen to know the chance of success for that trick, and I don't happen to feel like taking you to the ER when you land on your arm wrong or hit you head.”

Hoseok groaned, as well as Jimin and Taehyung.  Jeongguk simply grinned, happy that his trick was so hard that momma Jin wouldn't let Hobi perform it.  Namjoon chuckled and Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“Yo!  I'm hungry.  Let's go get-” Jimin began.

“Were not getting pizza again,” Namjoon said, exasperated.  Jimin had suggested pizza every other week for the last two months.  Jimin and Taehyung were both disappointed.

“How about burgers?”  Jeongguk was nervous, speaking out to a group older than him, still, but Seokjin and Yoongi nodded.  “We haven't had that in a while.  Which place?”  Yoongi poured when Jin asked another question.  He wanted to go back inside and sit down on a chair, not the ground.

Jimin and Hoseok started listing ideas before Yoongi chose one at random.  “It's decided.  Let's go.”  Since Jin had known him for so long, he recognized the pleasing look in his eyes.

“Yeah, alright.  That sounds great.  Does everyone have everything?”  Everyone looked around, and the three skaters all made sure they had their boards before they all took off.  “And no riding them while we walk.  We don't want to run anyone over.”  Jimin pouted and Jeongguk resisted the urge to laugh.  He was going to like it in the group.

A little over a month later, Seokjin texted Jeongguk, asking where they should all meet up tomorrow.

MommaJin: Hey Kookie~

MommaJin: Where are we going to spend tomorrow?

Jeon-kookie: What do you mean?

MommaJin: Tomorrow is Sunday, and it’s your turn to pick where we all hang out.

Jeon-kookie: Are you sure?  I just met you guys.

MommaJin:  Absolutely sure.  You’ve been hanging out with ous for a week and a half.

MommaJin: Plus, Yoongi won’t stop talking about you - I think he wants to see you again, because he’s under the impression that I know everything about you.

Jeon-kookie: Oh.  Well, I know a place.  I can take you all there tomorrow.  Meet up at the skatepark.

MommaJin: Alright.  I’ll let the rest know.  See you tomorrow, Kookie~

Jeon-kookie: Yeah.  Tomorrow.

That week, Jeongguk showed the group the place he went when he was feeling alone.

“So, where are we going?”  Jimin called from the end of the single file line of boys on the sidewalk.  It was surprisingly crowded on the streets, but they soon left the city behind.  When Jeongguk led them to an old building on the edge of town, loud complaints turned to silent curiosities.  None of the older boys had been here before, but Kookie obviously had.  He knew exactly where in the overgrowth in the back his path started.

The group walked along in almost silence - only breathing and the crunching of leaves beneath their shoes said that they were there at all.  

“Is this legal?”  Taehyung broke the comfortable silence.

“I don’t know.  But come on.”  Jeongguk gestured them forward.  “We’re almost there.”

They all continued for another couple of minutes, until the maknae in the lead stopped walking.  Namjoon nearly ran into Yoongi, and Hoseok did run into Taehyung.

“A little warning next time?”  Jin was kind in his suggestion.

“Yeah,” Jeongguk dismissed the comment in the moment but remembered it for later.  “Alright.  Are you all ready?”  Jeongguk had been nervous around the group on very many occasions, but not so bad as he was now.  Everyone nodded.  Jeongguk pushed through the last line of foliage into a clearing.  Well, it seemed like a clearing, but that’s not quite what it was.

It was a large, old, drained, abandoned pool.
The Most Beautiful Moments in Life, Ch.1
It's begun.

Chapter ones fluffy, when theory all meet and stuff, but chapter two is when it starts to spiral, and yes, this is based off of the HYYH series.  


Did anyone spot a wild Jackson and GOT7?
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        "Even in the beginning, there were dark forces. With their presence in this world, God required an army, and so He made one.

        "They were all beautiful, and yet terrifying.  They had two forms though, so that they would not scare God's favorite children, the humans, when they went to protect them from evil. 

        "God called these gorgeous creatures 'angels' and when not on Earth, they were allowed to show their true form.  No human has ever witnessed an angel's true form, not without dying, so we know nothing of what they look like.    The tricky part about angels is that they look exactly like humans when walking among us. They don't want to upset God by showing their true form and killing us all.

        "At least, that's how it used to be. A few rules were written over time, and now an angel has to posses a human, or 'vessel' to exist in Assiah, and not only that, they require that human's express permission.

        "The thing with The Fallen though, is that they're essentially demons after God expels them from his army, but they still require the consent. At least, that's most commonly accepted. There are rumors that, because they are banished to Gehenna they don't require the permission. 

        "To be cast out of God's army, one must do something so terrible, not even He can forgive them, and God can forgive a lot of things.  He never holds a grudge, because that's childish.  Like me, apparently.

        "But there has never been proof for any of this to be true, so the fact that we may know not only an angel, but a fallen one, is scary.  The Fallen are untouchable, shunned by their brothers and sisters, and shunned by the humans who worship God.  We are in a dangerous web right now, because we lost that Fallen One, and the exorcist council will be outraged if they found out, so we must find that angel.

        "If we don't, we'll all be locked up and questioned, and if any of us god something about her, the council will know.  They will find everything out, because they have access to powerful creators that can pull any information from a subject, willing or not. 

        "Unlike angels, humans are unkind.  We are lucky that God loves us so, and that he told the angels to protect us, because if He hadn't, we would not have lasted long as a species.  Angels are powerful, and even more so after falling, because they no longer have the limitations of God stopping them from running rampant. 

        "The only reason none of you have heard this before, is because it's all strictly classified.  I'm not even supposed to know this, but Mephisto kindly shared this information so that you would know what you were going up against when you undoubtably get sent to find that Fallen One, and I don't want any of you being killed.

        "Because Fallen Ones are so dangerous, it's easy to find them when their angry.  Well, it's easy for other angels to find them, and there are certain ones that God especially loved, and He will not blink an eye if any one of them kill their fallen brother or sister.  They were already dead to Him as soon as they committed whatever heinous crime that they did. 

        "And these angels will also get away with killing a human or two if they get in the way of the Fallen One. 

        "I want you all to go to Mephisto and receive an angel tome.  Those books are not supposed to be in your hands, so be careful with them, and study them.  I want each of you to find a way to stop an angel, repel an angel, track an angel, trap an angel, and if necessary, even kill one. 

        "Remember, we are God's favorites.  He won't object to you doing that, if it was in self defense, so don't think of them as any different from demons.  Except for you Rin, you cannot harm a single feather, because you are not fully human. 

        "All right, are you all clear on your assignments?  Because you have a week.  I want you all to spend as much time as you can, because it's crucial to find [y/n], and bring her back.  Am I clear?  Go."
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**I made the executive decision to place this in an Alternative Universe where Geass don't exist and Lulu is a normal prince**
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        You were excited. Tonight was finally the night you would meet your fiance. It was hard, waiting for these last few month to pass by, but you were going to meet him, your fiance at your birthday party.

        Well, you father was very insistent on calling it your 'coming of age ball' instead, but you thought it was easier your way.

        You took a deep breath, staring at yourself in the mirror.  You really did look grown-up, with your hair all pulled back from your face and pinned so delicately.  Your face was made up by your mother's servants so that it wasn't too light or too heavy, and it complimented your bone structure so well.

        You really were speechless at what a gorgeous woman you looked like.  You didn't think that you looked like yourself at all, mostly because you enjoyed the plain-clothes and pants that came with sitting inside, behind a desk, with your nose in a good book.  You wouldn't tell anyone, but you were actually writing one of your own.

        At least, you were trying to.  You weren't so sure about the male lead.  He seemed so empty, but that may be because your father made sure that everyone who interacted with you was female so that there was no chance that you'd fall in love and sneak away to live out your lives together and ruin all of your father's plans, as he knew exactly which suitor he wanted you to chose.

        Well, that's not exactly what he told you, but that's what you got from it.  You did have an amazing, and sometimes too wild imagination.  It helped (or hurt?) that you read so much.  You fed your mind all that you could.

        A door opened behind you and you looked into the mirror to see your mother walk in with two maids.  One of them was pulling a rack with three dresses on it.  They came to a stop not far behind you.

        "Happy Birthday, my dear."  Your mother hugged you, her eyes watering when she pulled away.  "My baby is growing up!"  You rolled your eyes.  "I can't believe that your eighteen already.  It seems like just yesterday I was showing you the library and teaching you to read."  She smiled wistfully.

        You kissed both of her cheeks.  "I'm still yours for a little longer, mother.  You won't be losing me too soon."  She shook her head.

        "Anyway, pick out one of these dresses, [y/n].  All three are made especially for you."  Your eyes wandered to the three garments.  One was pink, one was teal, and one was red.  You knew which one your father had picked out, and which one your mother chose as well.  They wanted to change your mind from the one that you had picked out about a year ago, but the teal dress was just as attractive now as it had been then. 

        Your mother shook her head when you reached out to stroke the smooth, silky material of the aqua-colored dress, but there was a smile on her face regardless.  It was a bit of a process to get dressed, like usual, even with the help of your mother's servants.  You apologized for the hassle and thanked them for helping you.  You turned to the mirror when you were fully in the dress, and you really didn't look like yourself.  You sighed.  You didn't know if you were ready to meet the boy you would marry.

        "Oh, honey, you look beautiful," your mother looked to proud to see you in your dress, even if it wasn't the pink one she picked out.  There were nearly tears in her eyes, so you ran to hug her, nearly tripping over the long length of the dress.  You wanted to be in her arms again, as if you were a child, and this would probably be one of the last times you did so.  Also, you didn't want to cry on such a happy day, and had to hide your face from hers.

        A knock came at the door, your father looming in the frame.  "It's time to introduce you.  Come along now, you two."  You had been uneasy around your father when he had told you that you would chose your fate tonight, since he knew you wanted to marry for love rather than for power or money or anything.  But you were an only child, and that meant your life wasn't yours, it was your parent's.  Well, more specifically, your father's.

        When you entered the large ballroom, decorated to your tastes more than your father's, your chest filled with happiness.  This was really happening.  You were so excited.  There were cheers when you entered the room, everyone wanting to dance with you if they could.  All of the suitors wanted a chance to charm you. 

        You smiled like your mother had taught you, and dived into the sea of greedy men. 

        All around you was color and noise, everyone calling your name and chatting aimlessly, all the people swathed in various, bright colors.  It was gorgeous, in a way that it was loud and special, and it felt like only you were privy to this world.

        You felt eyes on you from every angle as you mingled, so you grabbed a glass of champagne to maybe take the edge off of that uneasy feeling that you had.

        Then there was a feeling that was softer.  Someone was watching you with interest rather than want, and you turned to look at whose gaze was on you.  There was a man who looked more like a boy and his eyes were a perfect shade of violet.  You gasped.  The look he was giving you was more endearing than any of the others.  It was more friendly, and it was exactly what you wanted right now.  You made you way over to the boy with the shoulder-length brown hair, hoping for a friend in him.

        "Hello, Ms. [L/n].  how are you this evening?"  He was respectful, and his manners reminded you of the higher-class nobles. 

        "I am well," you said with a ghost of a smile.  "And you, Mr..?"

        "Lamperouge.  Call me Lelouch Lamperouge.  And I am also well.  So, what brings you over to a stranger like me?"  You tried to keep a straight face.

        "Well, Mr. Lamperouge,  I am surrounded by strangers as it is, and it looked to me that you weren't here to try and advance your social status."  You nodded, smirking at his shocked reactions.  He probably wasn't expecting that response.

        "Oh.  Well, in that case, then, I have two things to ask of you."  You nodded.  "One, I would like you to call me Lelouch."  You nodded again, openly smiling now.  "And, I would like you to dance with me."  His face mirrored yours, though his grin was much more reserved.

        "Alright Lelouch, then call me [y/n], and we have a deal."  He agreed and held out his arms so that he could escort you to the dance floor, where a few couples were already waltzing to the twinkling music playing in the background of the party.  You would have thought that a ball would have been all dancing, but it was mostly socializing.

        A new song started just as you and Lelouch reached the center of the room.  The two of you bowed to one another, and began your dance.  The boy was slim, and that was easy to adjust to when you placed your hand on his shoulder, since he was slightly above average height.  His long arms rested easily with one hand on your waist.  When your right hand met his left, you were shocked.  It was as if electricity had passed between you and Lelouch.  You giggled.

        You and Lelouch talked and laughed and danced all night.  Near the end of the night, your father called you to the side. 

        "I see you've taken a liking to a certain someone.  What's his name?"  You father was all business. 

        "Lelouch Lamperouge."  His eyebrows furrowed in thought. 

        "I don't recognize the name.  Are you sure?"  You nodded.

        "Let me go get him. I'm sure he'd be happy to meet you."  Your father nodded, and you went back to your new friend.  "Hey, Lelouch, my father wants to speak to you."  He looked up in surprise.

        "Oh.  Alright then."  Lelouch followed you (not that he had much choice, you had grabbed his wrist).  You pulled Lelouch through the crowd and smiled when you presented him to your father.  Your father gasped, and Lelouch reached forward to grab his shoulder.

        "Don't make a scene, I'm not supposed to be here."  He was whispering to your father loud enough for you to hear him, but you were confused.

        "Wait, why aren't you supposed to be here?"  You tilted your head.

        Lelouch turned to you.  "Lamperouge isn't my real last name," he was torn, undecided on if he should tell you or not.  "I'm the crown prince, Lelouch vi Britannia."  Your eyebrows shot up so fast and so high, the air force might have wanted to shoot them down for being in restricted air space.  "Don't bow!!  It'll give me away, and I'm actually supposed to be picking out a bride since I turn twenty in a few months."  The coincidence hurt.

        "So, can we keep dancing then?"  You asked both of the males in front of you, since you were lower in status than both of them.  You father nodded eagerly, and Lelouch smiled kindly. 

        "Of course."

        So the two of you kept dancing, smiles wide on your faces, as the music kept playing, and the night wore on into early morning.
I need one desperately, and I'm going to post this on all of my sites because nobody every responds to my journals, and I really, really need someone to tell me if I made any simple grammar errors, or if the story makes sense. 

I need help!!
  • Listening to: Rap Monster
  • Watching: My uncle play Persona 5.
  • Drinking: Mountain Dew Voltage
*Soulmate!AU where you can't see the color of your soulmate's eyes until your eyes meet*
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        "What the hell does purple look like?!"  Everyone looked up at you.  You were at your cousin's wedding reception, and everyone was talking about what a pretty purple the bridesmaid's dresses were.  You had thought that, for some reason, they were all in gray, which was really weird for a wedding, but your cousin always had been excentric.

        "Oh,you were gone from school when they explained it, weren't you?"  You mom realized that she had taken you to some funeral when they talked to the students about soulmates.

        "Explained what?"  You were a bit agitated, as you had heard of the color purple before, when you were younger and were learning colors in the first place, but you never understood why you needed a name for another shade of gray.  You learned eventually that it was it's own color, but you hid the fact that you couldn't see it. 

        Until the wedding, that is. 

        Your mother took you, her twelve year old child, off to the bathroom and stopped just outside of the doors.

        "[y/n], you know we have soulmates, correct?"  You nodded.  "Well, the color you can't see is the color of your soulmate.  It is rather strange that you can't see purple though."  Instantly, you thought that you were a fluke - damaged goods.  Who has purple eyes?

        You nodded.  "Okay."  You didn't really mean that though.  When they say 'ignorance is bliss,' they mean it.  You felt terrible, insecure after finding out that's how soulmates met.

        Five years later, you were walking down the street with your headphones in, on your way back to your summer job, since you had left for lunch.  You hummed lightly, but was shocked when a boy came up behind you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

        He was wearing a hat over his shaggy black hair.  His head was down and he spoke out of the side of his mouth.

        "Act like we're dating - I'm being followed."  You wrapper your arm around his waist and tucked you earbud in his ear.  You had always wondered if things like this happened in real life.  Apparently they do.

        The boy scoffed at the song coming through your headphones.  "What?"  He shook his head, but continued on.  "What?  It's a good song.  At least, I like it."  The boy had a really slim waist, you couldn't help but notice.  And you liked his arm around you.

        "So where are you headed?"  He asked finally.

        "Back to work," you said.

        "Oh, no, we can't go there.  I know a better place."  When you were supposed to cross the street, he turned you so that the both of you took a left instead, crossing the intersection and leaving in the opposite direction of your work.

        You shook your head.  "This better be worth something."

        After the two of you walked for about five minutes in silence (save for your music playing) the boy stopped.  You were in front of an ice cream shop.  He removed your earbud from his ear and took his arm back.  You suddenly felt cold, despite the summer heat, but the stranger took your hand to keep up the illusion of affection.

        "Hey, Shiro, I've got your flash drive."  The man behind the counter looked up.  You couldn't help but giggle when you saw him.

        The man was tall, buff, covered in scars, and wearing a pink apron.  He nodded towards you after acknowledging your kidnapper.  "Who's your friend?"

        "Oh, this is - Shit."  The boy looked at you, going to ask your name, but he met your eyes.  You had never seen that color before.  This boy was your soulmate, which meant his eyes were what people called 'purple.'  You gasped.

        The boy was your soulmate!

        A darker-skinned, skinny boy danced over. "What's wrong, Keith, cat got your tongue?"

        You and the boy - Keith - stared at one another.  The dancing boy looked confused, like Keith hadn't reached his taunt the way he wanted him to.  He also gasped when he heard Keith say "So that's [e/c].  It's beautiful."  You found yourself blushing.

        "Hey, Shiro?"  The dancing boy called out.  "We may have a little bit of a problem."  Shiro looked up from the sundae that he was making.  "I think Keith kidnapped some person and they turned out to be his soulmate." 

        "Really?"  Shiro looked between the two of you.  "Oh.  I know that look.  Congratulations you two!"  He finished the treat he was making and rung up the pre-teen girl and her little brother.  There was light applause for you and Keith, despite the Latino boy saying something about you being kidnapped.  "I'll make you two a chocolate shake, on the house." 

        Keith shook out of his daze.  "Hey, no, I didn't kidnap them.  I take offense to that."  He crossed his arms and gave a look to the other boy.

        "Um, so why did you need me to come with you?"  From the way that conversation was flowing, it looked like you were aiding in some espionage activity. 

        "Oh," Keith said.  "There really wasn't a reason, a friend of ours wanted me to pick up some random person off the street.  Pidge said we needed some variety in our lives."  The brown-haired boy went over to you.

        "And to think our resident mullet-head would have picked up his soulmate?  I'm Lance by the way.  And you are?"  Keith pushed him away.

        "Hey.  She's just been claimed, lay off of her."  You blushed.  It was still weird to have met your soulmate, especially since he had essentially swept you off the street.  You'd have to make some calls, to you job to make sure they knew it was an emergency, and you had to skip work, and to your mother, to apologize for the incident when you were younger. 

        Honestly, you were glad that you had made the fuss.  It was so worth it, purple being the most beautiful color in the whole world.

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Happy birthday, dear! All the best!!!
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Happy Birthday!
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thanks for the watch! :love:
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That thanks is funny with a winking Dean saying it 😂
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Thank you so much for watching! :heart:
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Thanks for the Fav and watch!
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Melynie Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
No problem! Your stories are ones I'd like to read more of in the future.
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awww thanks I am planing to write more soon
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Melynie Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Sweet!
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Thank you very much for the watch!
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