#“If there's a chance in the next life you should come visit my library.” WHAT IF I PERISHED ON THE SPOT?!

[a-compass-without-a-needle]

This is what happened after 3.1 isn't it?

[xstraea]

okay wtf why are they so DOOMED someone kill me

"but... if there's a chance in the next life, you should come visit my library" WHAT WHAT WHATTTT THIS IS LITERALLY "in another life, i'd enjoy just doing laundry and taxes with you" ALL OVER AGAINNN

[darlenicy]

Light Rock Driven AU

I only wanted to reply shortly to ren's @redfountainpostin 's question under her post:

which was about my previous tags:

but it turned out longer than I thought:

So, in the Light Rock au, Darcy stays there when Darkar shows up because a) she has endured enough instability and sees the time at Light Rock as a chance to start new. Part of her simply wants a normal life. Power is nice, but she just cannot live as an ostracized. And b) because she doesn't trust Darkar? She's a bookworm she might have already read about the legends of the Shadow Phoenix. There is no fucking way she'd go with such a shady guy. It hurts leaving her sisters, but as I said before. She can't life like this forever. She regrets so much. She regrets using Riven as her pawn. She regrets that she couldn't get enough. She regrets that so many people had to die because of their mad plan. She has nightmares of the old times. She hates how the excellent student she was has turned into a criminal because of an idée fixe.

So long story short. She stays and Icy and Stormy leave with Darkar. Icy is pissed that Darcy wants to through "everything away". Stormy is fkn sad, that her bestie leaves them. She gets very emotional later on and cries later when Icy isn't around. But this au is not about them. It's about Darcy and Riven. So what happens next?

No, Darcy doesn't warn anyone. In fact all the guardians of Light Rock saw Darkar in his phoenix form. It's reported straight away. (So Faragonda knows again and DOESN'T TELL THE WINX LIKE SHE ALWAYS DOES). She simply stays. Of course she gets interrogated but it turns out that she really doesn't know anything. The fact that she stayed makes the gurardians and monks more favourable towards Darcy. But they also make sure that she gets no informations from outside Light Rock. They make sure that she can't read her sisters under any circumstances to support her redemption. It's hard for her and her mental health suffers a lot. When it gets worse and worse, she is invited by the nuns (yes they live there too, I decided that) to visit the big library of the monastery. Darcy is a bookworm and she is also an excellent researcher. So she helps the nuns researching important texts and historic documents. She loves doing something she is really good at. In fact she is brilliant not only in researching but also in interpreting. This gains her the respect and fondness of the nuns who actively support her. These activities helps her a lot and also firm her decision to stay there. That is also when she decides to cut of her hair. She wants to become a new person and leave the old Darcy behind. So in the end she wears a short bob and becomes a novitiate of the monastery.

This process took about a year. And then suddenly one day she meets Riven again. He doesn't know shit and just came there to visit the library, because it contains important ancient old scrips about a material art he wants to research.

The scene is like this: He comes into the library and Darcy is there too. On a ladder to reach some books of the higher shelves. She looks at the books as she hears footprints. Not the silent ones from the nuns and novitiates. Firm steps. And then he hears his voice, asking her where he can find the books XYZ and ZYX. He only sees her back and doesn't recognize her. She also wears a light veil. She recognizes his voice immediately and oh the overthinking is back: It's Riven. What is he doing here? Why did he come here the moment I am here? What will he do if he recognizes me? How will he react? Will he be mad? Will he be embarrassed? Does he hate me? He should hate me after all I have done. So she stiffens and says: The XYZ books are over there in the other part of the library.

Riven: "Wait, I know you."

Darcy, whispering: "I doubt it."

Riven: "I'm sorry, I don't want to be rude to a novitiate... But your voice..."

Darcy: "You know my old self, Riven." And turns around.

Riven gasps. He gasps because he didn't expect to see Darcy here. Because he didn't expect Darcy with her beautiful hair cut short. Darcy with a veil.

Darcy, embarassed, brushing a brand of her now short hair behind her ear: "The books you are looking for are over there." She points in the opposite direction and wants to pass by. But she stops. He is reaching for her hand at the same time.

Riven: "Sorry... I just didn't expect you here like..."

Darcy: "Like this?"

Riven: "I mean surrounded by books is totally your thing but..."

Darcy: "I know. It's okay. We can just pretend that we never met. You go research your things..and leave again."

Riven: "Darcy - "

Darcy: "But before you go, please." She faces him, her eyes blurry. "They don't tell me anything from outside. What did happen to Icy and Stormy? Are they... alive?"

Rivens, stiffens too. Firstly because he knows where they are. The Omega dimension. Bad news and secondly…because she didn’t ask about him. But in the end what could he tell her about himself? Hey, I’m dating Musa now. It’s hard because I can’t forget me and you did so much shit to me that I can barely heal…. So he just says: “After Darkar was defeated they were sent to Omega Dimension.”

Darcy steps back, her eyes widened in shock. “Omega dimension…”

Riven: “Darcy, I’m sorry but they’re probably –“

Darcy: “No it’s okay.” She brushes a tear from her cheek. “That time is over for me anyway.” They are not my business anymore and still… they were my sisters. She rushes to the door. “Farewell.” She doesn’t want he to see her crying.. again. Darcy hates being weak. And yet Riven was one of the few persons she showed weakness towards. The other two were freezing to death in Omega right now.

Riven, yelling: “Wait.”

Darcy stops at the door but doesn’t turn around.

Riven: “Are you here often?”

Darcy, shrugs: “Every day.”

Riven: “Then we’ll meet again.” A spark of a smile on his face.

Darcy doesn’t know how to deal with it and leaves, trying not to burst into tears. Once she reaches her cell, she breaks together crying. Over the missed chance she had with Riven and the possible death of her sisters. The sisters she had given everything up for. Even Riven.

When Riven returns to Red Fountain after their first meeting he is pale and serious so Brandon jokes: “Did you see a ghost.” And Riven replies. “I did.” And then he tells them about their encounter. And the boys are: Don’t you dare see her again. But he can’t help it and returns to Light Rock from time to time…more and more regularly. They will meet more often. And each time they get closer again. But by bit.

Maybe after I finish “Our abyss” this will come next! <3

[ladydimitrescuspet]

Make Me Feel Better Ch. 5

ao3 link! long time no update, am I right?? a nice, sad little snack because I couldn't sleep. there's a bad dream that happens, but other than that, enjoy! don't mind the grammatical errors :)

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“I gave you that picture for a reason,” Daniela said.

You frowned. “Can we not talk about it right now?” You asked, completely over Daniela and Mother Miranda.

Daniela rolled her eyes. “Fine by me. Just check the back of the picture,” She said before disappearing.

You stared at the picture on your dresser, disgusted by what it was showing you. You had wanted to toss the whole frame in the trash, but you didn’t want to upset anybody with your disdain for the evil crow lady. You sighed as you picked up, turning it over so you can examine the back as per Daniela’s suggestion. You stared at the writing on the back.

Darling Y/N,

Did you really think that you could fully escape me? It’s a shame that I’m going to have to kill you once I get my hands on you, really, it is. You would’ve made for an absolutely splendid vessel for my experiment, but I simply refuse to give you the cadou lest you take your newly acquired abilities and use them against me. No, no, I simply won’t have that happening. Now, make sure our dearest Alcina never sees this or I’ll make your death as painful as possible. Always remember that I have eyes and ears everywhere.

Yours in life and in death,

Mother Miranda

You grimaced as you finished reading the note Mother Miranda had left on the back of her picture. You were torn telling Alcina about it or listening and not telling her about it. You held the photo in your hand for a moment before putting it back in the frame. Even if you didn’t let Alcina know about it, she wouldn’t let anything happen to you, right? Granted she did leave you in the dungeon for two weeks, but only because it was the best way to keep you safe. Or so she said.

You made your way to the library a few moments later, finding Daniela already in there. And she was writing what you assumed to be her letter to you.

She looked up at you as walked over to the table. “Took you long enough,” She mumbled.

You frowned at her words. “She’s going to kill me,”

Daniela stared at you before humming. “I’m well aware of that,” She replied.

“What? How could you po-“ She cut you off.

“I read what she wrote,” She said. “Her threats don’t really sound threatening when they’re written, but she also mentioned it while I was with her. Hence why she wrote it down, so I could relay the message,”

You sat down in the seat next to her. “Does your mother know?” You asked.

Daniela tilted her head to the side like a confused puppy. “Know what?” She replied with a question of her own.

“About the…. note?” You tried again with your question.

“Oh. No, she doesn’t,” She answered. “I doubt she’d do anything, even if she could. On the bright side, there’s a good chance Mother Miranda was just being dramatic,” Daniela added before going back to her writing her letter.

You sighed before starting on your own letter. It was almost an hour later before the both of you turned to watch the library door as it squeaked open. You weren’t the least bit surprised to see that it was Alcina coming in to check on the progress the two of you had made.

“I hate to interrupt your…. bonding time,” That was one way to describe it, you guessed. “But I need to speak to Y/N. Alone.” Alcina said giving Daniela a look that told her to get out.

“Good luck,” Daniela muttered to you before she left the room.

You raised an eyebrow at Alcina. “What did you need to speak to me about?” You asked.

“I need to go away for business for a few days after Mother Miranda’s visit,” Alcina said. “I’m afraid you’re not allowed to travel with me; however, I can ask Heisenberg or even Donna to stay here for the time being, if you would like,” She offered.

You nodded your head. “I don’t see why I should get a say in who steps foot into your castle,” You replied as you looked at the paper in front of you.

“Darling, of course you get in a say in a decision like this when it’s in regards to your safety. I want you to feel comfortable as this as much your home as it is mine,” Alcina said. “Is something the matter?” She asked.

You shook your head. “No, everything is fine,” You lied as you tried not to think about what Miranda said.

Alcina kneeled down next to you, turning your chair to face her. “Y/N, I know you’re lying, tell me what’s the matter,”

You couldn’t help yourself as you attached your arm her neck, sobbing into her. “There was a note on the back of the photo and she said she was going to kill me when she got her hands on me,” You choked out. “I don’t wanna die, Al, I don’t wanna die,”

Alcina rubbed your back as she processed what you just told her. “You’re not going to die, I promise,”

“But I am! She told me not to tell you or she’d make my death as painful as possible,” You said. “She said she has eyes and ears everywhere. I’m so scared, Alcina,” You lifted your head from her neck.

Alcina brought her thumbs up to your face to wipe away your tears. “I can’t tell you that you have nothing to be scared of, Y/N, but one thing I can tell you is that Miranda will not lay a finger on you inside of my castle,” Alcina said. “The rules of my castle apply to her as much as they do anyone else who steps a foot in here. Do you understand me?”

You nodded your head. “But sh-“

Alcina pressed her thumb to your lips. “She will not harm you in any way, shape, or form.” She replied in a firm tone. “Now, when she visits, you will stay in your room with one of my daughters and you will not, under any circumstances, leave that room until she is gone. If you need something, they will get it for you. And if you need me, you only need to say my name and I’ll be right there. Is that clear?”

You nodded your head. “Yes, Alcina,” You sniffled.

Alcina gave you a small smile. “Pasărea mea curajoasă, thank you for telling me,” She pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I have a bit more paperwork to get through, but I know you’ve had a long day and I’m sure you’re ready for a proper night’s sleep, yes?”

“In your room,” You replied.

Alcina hummed as she picked you up. “Yes, iubirea mea, in my room,” Alcina said. You hadn’t even made it back to her room before you were out like a light. She watched you sleep peacefully for a moment, before leaving the room to return to her study. Almost as if you felt your security blanket being taken away from you did your dreams take a turn.

You found yourself in the middle of the woods. It was night time and the night was foggy. You crept slowly in the woods, careful not to make a sound as you tried to find your way out.

“Oh, Y/N, where are you?” Miranda’s voiced called out. You looked around you, your heartbeat starting to race. “I promise not to hurt you, Y/N, I only want to keep you safe,” Lies. You didn’t believe her.

“Alcina,” You called out her name, barely audible, hoping that she’d hear you.

“You poor dear, Alcina can’t help you out here,” Miranda laughed. She sounded so close to you that when your turned around you ran into a tree. “Don’t hurt yourself on my account, dear,” Miranda taunted.

You rubbed your head as you sat on the cold ground. You wished it would open up and swallow you, at least then you’d be away from Miranda.

You jumped as you felt something touch your shoulder. “Don’t be scared, Y/N, I’m here to help, remember?” Miranda said into your ear.

You scrambled off the ground as quickly as you could, running off as your head throbbed a bit. “Alcina!” You called out again, this time a bit louder.

“Alcina! Alcina’s gone, Y/N, she left you. She left you to fiend all for yourself,” Miranda said. You shook your head as you ran, tears falling down your cheek. “You can run all you want, but you’ll never escape me,”

You tripped over a root sticking out of the ground, falling flat on your face. Your head had been inches away from hitting a rock. You tried to stand up, but you felt something pressed down on your back, pushing you further into the ground.

“Why don’t you just give up, Y/N?” Miranda asked. “It’s getting exhausting chasing you around,”

“No,” You choked out. “Please,”

Miranda rolled her eyes as she removed her foot and used it to roll you onto your back. You made an attempt to get up, but she pushed you back down, her hand coming up around your throat.

“You’re really annoying, do you know that? I can see why Alcina left you out here,” Miranda said as she squeezed your throat a little tighter. Your hands cane up to her wrist to try to ease the pressure. “If you would stop fighting me then this would be a lot easier, Y/N,”

You scratched at her arm as you felt yourself getting lightheaded and more tears falling down your face. “Please, stop, please,” You said as best as you could.

Miranda sighed, but let your throat go. “Fine,” You laid there on the ground as you calmed yourself down. “Are you done yet? I really would like to get this over with,”

You didn’t say anything. You closed your eyes and thought about how this was your end. Miranda stared at you with a frown, but shook her head, this just made it all the more easier. She pulled out a dagger and plunged it into your chest.

You sat straight up, letting out a loud scream as if you could actually feel Miranda’s dagger. You couldn’t tell if your face was wet from the tears or the sweat. It didn’t matter as you ran to the bathroom, puking into the toilet.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Alcina said as she stepped into the bedroom. She didn’t see you on the bed so she made her way to the bathroom. “Iubirea mea, are you in here?”

You let out a sob as you leaned against the toilet and Alcina gathered you into her arms as you sobbed into her for the second time.

“Was it a dream about her?” Alcina asked, you nodded your head. “Do you wish to talk about it?” She asked as she rocked you back and forth. You shook your head. Alcina hummed in acknowledgement. She let you cry for a few minutes before speaking again. “I need you to take deep breaths for me and try to calm down, dearest,”

You tried your best to stop your tears, but they just kept falling. You only felt yourself stopping when Alcina starting humming and lightly singing Moon River to you. Your face ached as you leaned into Alcina and listened to her. When she was sure that you were in a calmer state, she spoke.

“Are you alright, my love?” Alcina asked. You shook your head in response, not trusting your voice. “I won’t ask you what has you so upset yet, but I would like to know when you’re ready to tell me,” She said softly, kissing your temple.

Alcina helped you get cleaned up before she brought you back to the bed, sliding in after you were settled. You clung to her as she wrapped her arms around you tightly. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long before you drifted off to sleep again. She hoped that a happier dream awaited you rather than what had plagued your precious mind earlier in the night. If only she knew what it was about.

[dalchiid]

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 34

A story of obsession, fear, and lust. You're a maid whose Masters forbid you in meeting their guests for the night but your luck runs dry when you run into them and catch the attention of Lord Hoseok himself. He's smitten from the beginning and thus, your fate has been decided.

Pairing: Yandere Vampire Hoseok x Fem/AFAB Reader

Word Count: 7,532

Warnings: 18+, Yandere, Obsession, Possessive, Angst, Fear, Blood, Biting, Dub-Con, Eventual smut

Will add or remove warnings based on what's in each chapter.

I do not condone the behavior being exhibited in my work. This is solely for entertainment purposes and I hope if any of you are ever in a situation like this that you have the chance and ability to run away from it. Take care out there.

DO NOT copy, edit, or repost my work anywhere.

Chapter 34 Warnings: Yandere, Possessive, Obsession, Mentions of Necrophilia, Slight Angst

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You're bored. Plain and simple. It's been two days since you've stayed locked up in Hoseok's room. He keeps you company but you're bored. You miss the library, you miss the garden, you miss being free. Or whatever constitutes as free being in your position and all that. No one has come to visit you aside from Namjoon and Yoongi two days ago when they wanted to make sure you were okay. Now you text them to try and keep in touch.

Right you texted Yoongi.

You were hesitant at first but you wanted some advice on how to push the negative things aside so you can freely live your life. He knew you were talking about the incident with Jimin and how you wanted to be free from it. He was honest and told you it's hard. When your trust in someone is destroyed there's only so much you can do. He also talked about his issue with Jiyoo and how he tries to push on because if you don't you'll never be able to live your life and he was right.

Jimin is living his life without a care of what he did to you. You're sure he's upset though because Namjoon told you that Seokjin and Yoongi told him that as punishment he's not allowed to bring his girls to the house. Not for a long while at least. He would need to find some place else where he could get away with it. Outside of that he's living life while you hide away and that wasn't fair.

You thanked Yoongi for the talk. He loves Jimin because he's his brother but he doesn't excuse his antics which you appreciate. Now you're sat on Hoseok's bed looking at the TV while pursing your lips. You're deep in thought. You think it's about time you set foot outside of here.

Turning towards Hoseok you give him a look to which he gives you one back where he's questioning you. His brows raise slightly and it's then you choose to speak.

"I want to leave the room."

Hoseok's brows raise higher. "You want to leave?"

You nod your head. "I think it's about time I do." You shift a little and look down at your phone. "I talked with Yoongi and he's convinced me that I should. Jimin gets to walk around while I stay locked up. It's not fair and I don't want my life to be ruled by his fuck up. My fuck up."

Hoseok stays silent as you speak to him. He just watches you and waits until you're done talking for him to do so.

"First of all it's not your fuck up. You're innocent in this. Second, if that's what you want then okay. We can leave the room whenever you want."

You look down at your phone as you think. You feel like you're not a brave person and can easily pull back on this but Yoongi's words inspires you to at least try. If not for you then who? Hoseok? No. You have to do this for yourself otherwise when the time comes for you to leave you'll never be able to because you're too busy hiding away from someone that isn't worth your time.

You've made a decision and look back up at Hoseok. "Can we um... can we go now?"

Hoseok sits up off of the headboard. "Now?" He nods a little. "Okay. We can do now."

You mimic him and nod. "Okay."

"Let's get changed then. Maybe we can go out too. Get something to eat and watch a movie. How does that sound?"

Not being locked up sounds good so you nod again.

"Then let's get ready and we'll check online to see what movies are out."

Sounds like a plan to you. You just don't want to be locked up anymore. Even if that means bumping into Jimin for a brief moment.

The two of you change clothes quickly. He dresses you up in the green and black lace dress he bought you the other day with flats and he mirrors your colors with his own clothes - a green satin, short sleeved, dress shirt and black jeans with his sneakers. When you realize he wants to match with you it makes you uncomfortable. You know he's doing it to show off that you're a couple, but you know if you say anything negative about it it's going to bother him and in turn he'll say and do something that'll bother you so you stay quiet.

His hand finds the back of your neck where he squeezes it softly. "Ready?"

You take in a deep breath and release it into a sigh. You're taking a moment to calm yourself from any nerves that fill your stomach before you nod. It's more to yourself but Hoseok takes it as a good enough answer. He releases his hold on you and has you trail along behind him out of the bedroom.

Hoseok walks ahead of you as he scrolls through his phone. Meanwhile your eyes are checking your surroundings as if Jimin will pop out to scare you. You wish your senses were as heightened as Hoseok's right now because he stops for a moment to look at you and asks if you're okay.

"We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

You shake your head. "I want to do this. I can't hide forever."

His hand comes up to squeeze your arm in comfort before he slides it down to hold onto your hand.

Looking back down at his phone he extends it towards you so you can see.

"These are what's available in theaters. Anything that catches your attention?"

You grab his phone and slide through the options until you come up with one. When you show it to him he smiles.

"Then we'll watch this one."

To be honest you weren't paying much attention to what movie you chose but you figure it'll be fine. You were just more concerned with who was roaming the halls. The usual help were around but not any of Hoseok's brothers. It brings you some relief knowing Jimin wasn't around and your captor can clearly tell this because he wraps an arm around your shoulders and brings you close.

"I don't think Jimin is home. He's probably off shopping somewhere," he says.

"Or sulking."

Hoseok hums questioningly.

"Namjoon said Seokjin and Yoongi issued a punishment for him. He's not allowed to bring... his girls to the house."

"I see."

The two of you make your way downstairs and it takes Hoseok a minute before he answers.

"Then yeah he's probably sulking somewhere. I'm sure Jungkook doesn't mind this change of events. He did always hate it when Jimin brought them over."

You grimace at the image of Jimin carrying dead women to the house. Did he bring them in body bags or what? You have no idea.

You bite your bottom lip as a question dances on the tip of your tongue. "Doesn't it bother you?"

"Me?" Hoseok questions before shrugging. "Not really. Not anymore at least."

You stare at him in disbelief.

"What? Don't give me that look."

"You just said not anymore at least."

Hoseok shrugs as he grabs his car keys. "It's not my business."

"Hoseok."

He stops walking when you do.

Hoseok sighs when he sees how adamant you're being in wanting to have this conversation. He sucks his teeth and looks off uncomfortably.

"Look Y/N I have no control over his life. Do I like that he goes around picking up dead girls to bring home? No. No I don't, but he's been doing this for decades. I don't know what started his interest in it or how he manages to convince the mortician to let him bring home the girls. I just know that this is who Jimin is and there's not much I can do about it other than to complain because his room stinks and it's seeping into the hall."

Your brows furrow as you look down at your feet. Why do you feel so thoroughly chastised? Your concerns are valid. At least you think so.

Hoseok places his hands on your arms and squeezes gently.

"I'm not upset with you I just... I don't like talking about Jimin's odd interests. Honestly, it does make me feel uncomfortable but he's a grown vampire who can do as he pleases. As long as it doesn't impact us negatively then it's fine."

You bite your bottom lip in silent thought.

It still didn't feel right to you but it's not like you have a say in the matter. What does your opinion on the situation mean to any of the brothers? Nothing. Would Jimin care if someone important said something? You guess not because you're sure the others have said something. He just doesn't care.

You look at Hoseok in discomfort. "Do... do your parents know?"

Hoseok slips his hand around your own and pulls you along with him to the garage.

"No actually. They don't." And that's all he says on that before he changes the conversation. "Do you want to eat before or after the movie?"

It gives you the slightest bit of whiplash but you know that means he's done talking about Jimin.

"Before," you say.

You'll stop bothering him about his brother. Maybe that's a discussion you'll have with Namjoon if he's willing. You're just so concerned about the morality of it all. Then again when it comes to morals it's not like Hoseok has any after what he's done to you. Everyone in this family seems to be lacking them to some extent because why else would they tolerate each other so much despite it all? You like Namjoon and Yoongi but they let their love for their brothers blind them. You'd like to think they're capable of holding their siblings accountable when need be though.

On the ride out Hoseok doesn't say anything more and leaves you with your thoughts. He only mentions the restaurant you both are going to is really good and you come to see it's a diner with decorations that make it seem like it's an old-fashioned one. It's mostly occupied by older folk and families with young children. As per usual, Hoseok's presence garners attention and the people try to act as if they haven't noticed his presence, but they sure as hell acknowledge yours and whisper amongst themselves about it.

Hoseok is making things hard for you because the day that you run away you'll be left with limited options. If everyone knows who you are where can you escape to?

The waiter that attends you both leads you off towards a more private area and you're thankful for that. The less eyes that see you the better.

He says he'll give you a minute to choose your orders after getting your drinks and you're left with Hoseok who smiles at you almost dreamily. You hate it when he looks at you like that.

"You look beautiful," he says.

You look down at your menu with a purse to your lips. You can't bring yourself to say anything back. It's almost always better that you don't anyway lest you start an argument with him.

The waiter is quick to come back once you and Hoseok have made your decisions and you order something simple. Something that'll help prevent your stomach from growling in the middle of the movie yet light enough where you won't feel nauseous from being overstuffed. It doesn't stop Hoseok from offering his food because according to him he enjoys seeing you eat.

"It makes me happy to know you're well fed."

You grunt and it makes him giggle.

"Am I really that amusing to you?" The question doesn't come out harsh. You're genuinely curious but with the goofy way he stares at you you wish it would have come off rude. "What?"

He shakes his head softly. "If you could see yourself from my perspective you wouldn't be so surprised at why I find you so fun and beautiful."

You tongue your cheek before looking down at your food.

What are you supposed to do with that? Maybe once upon a time that would have made you blush but now you're left to stew in your discomfort over it. When you bring a forkful of your pasta up to your lips you have to swallow deeply to get it down.

Hoseok stares at you for a moment more before he resumes eating with a smile.

"After the movie is there somewhere else you'd like to go?"

You think on it before shaking your head. "No not really."

Hoseok hums before swallowing. "I just figured you might want to be somewhere away from Jimin."

Your eyes shift to the side with your appetite slowly diminishing. You grab your napkin to wipe your lips and clear your throat in the chatty diner.

"As much as I would like to avoid him I can't always do that. I don't want him thinking he won over me or something."

Your captor raises his brows before nodding his head.

"You sound like Yoongi," he chuckles. "But you're right."

You were picking your words based off of the exchange you had with Yoongi so it makes sense why Hoseok would say that. It's one of the many words passed between you two and if there's one thing Yoongi is good at it's how comfortable he makes you feel. How despite it all - how sure of yourself you are with the right kind of push. No babying and no roughness behind his words of what you could say is wisdom. No secret intentions either and so you take what Yoongi gives to heart.

It's with that thought are you able to finish your food in its entirety. Hoseok doesn't fall behind himself and when it's time to pay for the food the two of you walk up to the cashier slash receptionist where you're greeted by an older woman. She smiles at you both and gives Hoseok a knowing look.

"Did you two enjoy yourselves?"

You and Hoseok nod as the latter hands over his black card.

She rings you both up and as she waits for the receipt to print out she sends that weird look over to Hoseok again.

"You guys make a very cute couple," she says.

Your eyes widen in shock but Hoseok just chuckles before giving her his thanks.

"Your babies will look adorable."

You are stock still before this woman. You're speechless and wish you would have spoken up on the truth before Hoseok happily took in the compliment on your behalf.

Now you also wonder if she knows Hoseok is one of seven Lords that rule over this land. If she does she doesn't show it. She's just so enamored with the idea that you and Hoseok are something more. The matching outfits you wore didn't help.

Hoseok looks the least bit perturbed as he signs the receipt. With one last look the woman's way, she bids you farewell just as Hoseok slips his wallet back into his pocket and grabs your hand.

"Feeling stuffed," he asks cheerily.

Before you can open the car door he does and lets you in. It makes you huff in annoyance but you say nothing on it. He grabs the seatbelt and reaches over to strap you in. After it makes the click sound he leans back to look at you with a smile. It's then you realize he's waiting for an answer.

You give a small nod. "Yeah."

"That's good." Before he can close the door he says one more thing. "If you want we can buy some snacks and something to drink at the theater. Just in case."

He doesn't give you a chance to answer because the door shuts in your face before he heads over to his side of the car.

Heading to the movies is a little far. It takes a couple of minutes more than it did getting to the strip mall. You wonder what the theater is like. You try not to have any grand expectations to avoid being disappointed once you get there but you can't help but wonder. The few times you've seen what it's like inside due to movies and TV shows you've watched gives you somewhat of an idea but you know actually experiencing it will be different. You're sure it must look completely different to the one Hoseok and his brothers have at home.

Once you get there your eyes widen a fraction in awe of the building as Hoseok parks. People are in and out of the building and you note there's a lot of cars around so you imagine it might be a little packed inside. You don't know how to feel about that but it mustn't be that bad.

"You ready?"

Hoseok breaks you from your trance and when you look at him his heart shaped smile makes an appearance.

"Come on," he says. "You'll love the way it looks inside."

And for once you believe in him without question so despite trying to keep your expectations low they rise up within you and you can easily say that Hoseok is right because when you enter the building you're left awestruck.

There are two lines on either side of you that leads to cashiers. They handle the people that come to them and further in a big stand where others help with food and drinks. The place here is massive and along the walls are posters of movies that are either already out or used as promotion for upcoming ones. You also hear the sound of what you assume to be games being played in the background and you're curious to see them.

Hoseok takes you into one of the lines with your hand held in his. Some people stare and you don't know if it's because they recognize your captor of if it's because of something else. The way that some of the women and even young girls stare as if they want him for themselves. There is one man though who stares at you as if you're trash. As if you being together with Hoseok is an abomination in his eyes. If they all only knew how and why you got here and that their Lord isn't who they think he is.

"Can I help the next person?"

You're brought from your inner thoughts and into the present when you and Hoseok are called for. You're met with a teenager who greets you with a smile and warm words as he asks what you're interested in seeing.

Hoseok pulls out his card. "Two for Breaking," he says.

When the receipt is given you also receive a ticket for each of you. You stare at the piece of paper and read the words staring back at you. You don't know why but you feel a little cheery. Not because you're happy to be here with Hoseok but because you're getting to experience something new. It's a bit fun if you think about it.

After receiving the tickets you head towards the stand in the middle of the room and look at the menu that's hanging up above. From snacks to candy to soft drinks and slushies. It's all presented to you and before Hoseok can ask you what you want you've already made your decision.

"I want the cherry slush."

"That's it," he asks.

You nod your head and he smiles. He's quick to order - him choosing a slush himself. When you're done you peek to this side as much as you can to see where the noise from the games are coming from.

"You know," Hoseok starts. "The movie doesn't start until thirty minutes. We can check out the arcade."

"Arcade?"

Hoseok grabs your hand that isn't occupied with your slushie and leads you off to the sounds of games being played.

Behind the big stand is exactly what Hoseok said - it's an arcade. You're left in awe at what you see. From zombie shooters to motorcycles and car races. There are versus systems where you can play against a friend. Even DDR which you're only familiar with it because of some of the video game content you've seen online. Hoseok has to tug on you to get you moving again. You didn't even realize you had stopped.

"Anything that catches your eye?"

You look around you and watch as other people and children play. Almost every thing is being used except for the car ones. You walk up to it and look back at Hoseok who is smiling.

"We can do that one. Just give me a minute."

You stand by the machine and watch as Hoseok goes up to a dispenser. He uses some cash he has on himself and inserts it into the machine and waits until coins are dispensed. You try to see what else he's doing from the angle you're standing at but before anything else he comes back with the coins in hand.

"Here," he says. "We use this to play."

He hands you a few of the coins and encourages you to put them into the slot. As soon as the first coin is registered a loud sound effect comes from the machine and it makes you jump. You look back at Hoseok where he nods his head for you to continue. Though you did notice the way he laughs behind his drink but say nothing on it.

Once all four coins are in Hoseok walks over to place his into the neighboring machine before pocketing the rest.

"We can play against each other," he says as he mounts the car.

You mimic him and sit in the seat and cycle through all the options given to you.

"Do you know how to drive a stick shift?"

Looking at him you raise your brow a little. "I don't know how to drive period."

Hoseok smiles. "I'll go easy on you then."

You frown at him before looking back at the screen.

You weren't expecting to win but Hoseok's comment lit a fire within you that makes you feel competitive. Your nostrils flare as you tongue your cheek Even if you don't win you're going to do your best. Anything to get that stupid look off of Hoseok's face.

Everyone is lined up at the start with engines revving. In a subtle manner you look over to Hoseok and watch as he pumps his foot on the right peddle. You do the same and it's like your car comes to life. The vibration from the sound makes the machine floor tremble beneath your feet. As soon as the game begins you watch from the corner of your eye and see how he moves the gear and the way he holds down the pedal on his far left only to let it go when he shifts gear. You don't understand the reason behind it but it does help in aiding you to mimic Hoseok's moves.

You spin the wheel to get you to turn around corners and even though you're not in first place you're right next to Hoseok who tries to swerve around you so that he can move up on the rank.

There are three laps in total you have to make it around. You're fast but not fast enough since you're driving the fake car in a way that isn't helpful for you, but you're able to hold your own. Hoseok does pass you at some point. Even more so when he suddenly flies forward in a neck breaking speed. Your head snaps toward him in both disbelief and confusion. As if sensing your eyes on him Hoseok looks at you then laughs.

"The blue button," he says.

You look back at your dash and see a blue button that says 'Turbo' on it. Without hesitation you press the button and watch as you shoot forward just as fast as he did; passing everyone around you until you reach fourth place.

The race ends with Hoseok in first and you look at him with a brow raised.

"I thought you were going to go easy on me," you can't help but say.

You're not mad. Far from it actually.

Hoseok laughs and stands up to place a kiss onto the top of your head.

"Sorry about that," he says though you know he's not actually sorry. "You did great though. For someone who's never driven a car before."

You stand up from your seat in the need to want to switch the conversation.

"What time is it?" You would check yourself but you left your phone back at home.

Hoseok looks down at his phone and claims the movie will start in about ten minutes.

"We can head in now and just wait it out."

You shrug your shoulders in response but follow after him anyway to the man standing by taking the tickets.

You didn't notice how chilly the theater really is. Especially in the actual room itself but it's not something that's affecting you negatively. It feels like a nice contrast to the blistering heat outside. It doesn't stop the goosebumps from running up and down your arms though.

Once the two of you are seated Hoseok tries to engage in conversation with you but your mind is focused on the comfy recliner you're lying in. It's almost reminiscent of the one back at Hoseok's. When you kick your feet up you're able to lie down more and look over to Hoseok who has an amused expression.

"Comfy?"

Your cheeks flush with heat as you look away.

He goes to sit back himself after taking a sip of his drink that sits in the cup holder.

"So tell me," he starts. "This is your first time to the movies?"

You grunt before answering. "There's a lot of things that are a first for me."

You don't have to be looking at him directly to know he has a frown on his face.

"I know you said you enjoyed working but at the expense of living? It makes me happy to know I found you when I did. Not only because I fell in love with you but because you needed a break. You needed to be freed."

You sigh deeply.

You really don't want to have this conversation with him. You're not a victim that needed saving. Things only became hectic for you when he came into the picture. Yeah your other two Masters didn't like you but it was never made apparent until after Hoseok made his appearance known to you.

"I don't want to talk about this," you say. Your words were barely above a whisper but you know he hears you just fine.

Hoseok's hand goes to grab yours where he kisses your knuckles gently.

"We don't have to then. Just know I love being your first for everything you're unfamiliar with. Always will be."

You wish the movie would start already. The room is being filled with so many others and by the time they are seated chatter fills the room as everyone patiently awaits for the movie to begin.

Hoseok takes a second to take out his phone to put it on vibrate so it won't ring and he tells you to do the same until you remind him that you didn't bring yours. You had no place to put it and you surely didn't want Hoseok to hang onto it.

"I've gotten you so many clothes but no accessories." He hums to himself. "We'll have to check them out and see what bags you'd like among other things."

Having a purse of some sort would be nice. You didn't think much on it especially seeing as he was the one who went out of his way to buy you these outfits. You showed a limited amount of interest when it came to shopping.

After a moment the lights above dim and the volume from the movie previews blast through the speakers. You take a sip of your drink before placing it back and watching whatever is on the big screen. Movies to look forward to and when the actual movie starts you're already in deep. It's an interesting watch that lasts for almost two hours.

You have to admit that you enjoyed yourself so that when Hoseok asks if you liked it you nod. He's clearly happy to know about that and so he smiles.

Both of you follow after the people leaving the room. You still have some of your slushie so you carry it with you unlike Hoseok who finished his. When you exit out of the theater you're welcomed back into the heat. There's a breeze that passes by but it's a hot one despite it being a little late into the day. The edges of your dress sways along with it as do the strands of your hair that you tuck behind your ears. The sight makes Hoseok smile as he goes to slip a stray strand of hair back behind your ear again to join the rest.

"Is there any other place you'd like to go before we head back home?"

Your answer is almost immediate. You shake your head no. "I can't hide forever."

Hoseok's smile lessens into a more softer one. "Okay. Whatever works best for you works for me too."

And that's how you find yourselves in the car on the way back home. Not a lot of people are on the streets and it makes leaving feel a little less anxiety driven. Enough with the thoughts that someone will come drive up behind you and start a fight. Enough of something eerie watching you from the distance and enough so that you can rest your eyes.

You're not tired. Not the slightest but your eyes just feel a little dry and you do your best to moisten them with each rest of your lids.

Something is playing on the radio. The volume is low so you can't make out what's being sung but it's calming.

Hoseok's hand reaches out for your own and holds it - both hands resting comfortably on your lap. The trees rhat surround you block the dimming light of the sun. Hoseok has to drive with his lights on to be able to see the street better and your head barely rocks against the seat from how smooth the drive is.

You slowly blink again to moisten your eyes again but there's a sudden jerk to the car that startles you. You can hear the way the tires screech as the car comes to a sudden stop and your eyes flip open to see a woman in the middle of the street. Her hands are up high in surrender and her eyes are wide open. She looks terrified and she's saying something but you can't tell from within the car.

"Stay in here, okay?"

Your head snaps at Hoseok. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to check on her. Just stay here."

Your heart beat begins to accelerate faster than it already was. You don't want to be left alone but the woman is clearly distressed.

You grip your seat belt with both hands just as Hoseok opens his door to step out. He walks over to the woman with his hands raised to not alarm her. She visibly trembles and says something more. She lets Hoseok approach her and takes his hand although hesitantly.

He tells her something to which she looks over her shoulder in the direction of trees she must have come out from.

Hoseok looks back at his car before saying something to the woman. She follows his line of sight and shakes her head but Hoseok seems to reassure her that things will be fine because he begins to lead her towards you and helps her into the back passenger seat.

You turn in your seat to look at her and she looks worse from up close. You see stains on her shirt. You can't tell if it's from dirt or blood. She's only wearing a white tank top and underwear and she's shaking like a leaf. Her arms come up to wrap around her as she looks down at her knees that are cut up. She must have fell while running but the question is running from what?

"Hey," you say albeit nervously.

She jumps a little as Hoseok makes his way back to his own seat. For a second, she makes eye contact with you. Her bottom lip trembles like she wants to cry. She's clearly stressed out and you wish you could help her.

Once Hoseok is seated he gives you a quick look before driving off.

"We're taking her to the hospital."

You look at Hoseok then back at the woman who tries to make herself look as small as possible.

Unsure of what to say you bite your lip before settling with an "It's going to be okay."

You don't know what is wrong with the woman. She clearly doesn't look okay and you don't know why. You just know that she needs help so you turn back in your seat and wait in silence until you reach the hospital.

When you get there all three of you leave the car but not without Hoseok pulling out a blanket from his trunk to wrap around the woman. She's grateful for it and you give her a sorry smile that she can't see.

As she is about to step forward she stops with a wince.

"Are you okay," you ask hurriedly.

She lifts up one foot to stare a the sole and grimaces at the sight of blood that seeps from a small but definitely deep wound.

It must have been from the running, you think. She must have cut herself somewhere along the way.

Without hesitation Hoseok swoops her up in his arms bridal style and carries her off into the emergency room. You trail behind him into the hospital where he pleads out loud for some help.

Everyone looks up at him.

"I need help and I need the police," he goes on to say. "This is urgent."

One of the women sitting at the desk tries to understand the situation.

"What's going on here, sir?"

Hoseok walks off towards them in a hurried manner.

"I found her in the street. She's injured. We need the police because she escaped from someone who was holding her hostage."

Your blood runs cold.

There's a flurry of movements that surges forward around you while you stay rooted to the spot. Your breathing picks up as well as your heart rate.

She did what? She ran away? From someone holding her hostage?

You tremble as a cold wave of ice runs over you.

You can barely hear over your thoughts that cloud your mind as everyone goes out of their way to help the woman. She's sat down on a wheelchair and taken by a nurse - away from you and Hoseok. When asked how Hoseok and you know about her he reiterates how you three came to know each other. For precautionary reasons the nurse says you can't come back with her because for all they know she's like this because of you and Hoseok. They want to limit outsiders as they wait for the cops to make an appearance.

When she's taken away you don't feel any relief. In actuality you feel anxious. The world doesn't revolve around you. Of course it doesn't but knowing there are others in your same position out there... It makes you feel just a little bit crazy.

You look around you as those waiting to be seen call up people to tell them of what just happened with the woman that was just brought in. The hospital wanted to limit the amount of outsiders that will come in in search for her. Gods only know what will happen once the media finds out.

You swallow but your throat feels dry.

Was this... You start to think deeply. Was this your chance to run away? You look up at Hoseok who is staring back at you. It's like he can tell what's going on in your mind because he looks like he's about to panic.

"Y/N," he says with a warning tone.

Your eyes shift side to side - looking around you in nervousness.

If this was your chance then fuck the money. Fuck the clothes. You can leave now. Couldn't you?

There's a sudden tingle in your head. It starts off small until something switches off inside of you. Your eyes grow heavy as does your expression. You have no control over it and it's with a little bit of clarity that remains inside of you do you realize Hoseok is controlling your mind.

He wraps an arm around you to keep you steady.

"Let's go home now," he says.

Without the need to fight within you you step out with him into the Summer air. You step one foot after the other towards the car where he lets you both in and drives off.

As you draw closer to home the feeling of the fog over your head begins to wane. Hoseok begins to retract his claws on you leaving you feeling more in control of your body. Once you have full control of yourself you look at Hoseok in disbelief.

"Why would you do that," you ask angrily.

Hoseok tongues his cheek as he continues to drive. He says nothing and it frustrates you even more.

"Hoseok," you start. "Hoseok why did you do that?"

He makes a right turn before pulling up to your prison.

"Hoseok!"

"Because I know what you were thinking," he yells.

Your chest heaves up and down just like his. You're both heated right now. It makes you want to scream.

"You don't know shit," you say.

You both pull up into the garage where he snickers.

"I don't have to be a mind reader to know what you were planning, Y/N. Now stop. Don't test me."

You bring your hands up to your face where you cry into them.

Though he was right it hurt. Not because you care about him distrusting you but because you were so close to leaving until he stopped you. Even though you hesitated. Why did you hesitate? You had a chance to run away and you blew it. You had your chance and you fucked it all up.

Your cries grow louder like a wounded child. Your heart aches and for a brief moment you wish you weren't alive. You're so overwhelmed with negative emotions that when Hoseok goes to hug you you lean into his touch. Your mind and heart seeks comfort but it's from the wrong person.

He rubs your back gently before kissing the top of your head.

"Let it out," he says. "Let it all out."

You cry and cry until there's nothing left but a husk. You feel empty inside and you know he knows that. He probably prefers you that way. That way you won't plan on escaping again.

After another minute he steps out of the car and helps you out with a steady grip on your hand. You leave the garage knowing you won't be able to escape today. It hurts but you'll try your best to remain optimistic.

As you round the corner near the stairs you hear a light chuckle. You look up to see Jimin hanging by the railing for the stairs. Your heart skips a beat and the life you lost back there comes to life in his presence.

You try to hide behind Hoseok who refuses to let go of your hand and he lets you after being spotted by his brother.

"Why the long face?" Jimin asks though you know he's not really interested to know. He just wants to mess with you.

"Jimin knock it off." Hoseok sounds tired.

His brother makes his way down the stairs and sets his sights on you. He smiles despite glaring and it leave you with a bad feeling. Your body is pressed against Hoseok's back who of which is visibly growing stiffer the closer his brother gets.

"Stop." Hoseok warns

Jimin scoffs but comes to a stop a few feet away from you two. His arms are crossed as he cocks his hip out. His demeanor shows that he's calm and composed but his facial expression says otherwise.

"What do you want?" Hoseok asks.

You can tell from the tone of his voice that he's getting annoyed.

There's a slight twitch to Jimin's eye. "You know," he says. "Because of your little pet I've been punished."

Hoseok clenches his teeth and works his jaw. "It's not Y/N's fault why you're an asshole."

Jimin let's out a loud boisterous laugh though it's out of irritation that he does he do it. "I guess I am an asshole but it doesn't change the fact that I'm pissed and your girlfriend is the reason why. Maybe if you didn't hold her up in high regards I wouldn't have bothered touching her with a ten foot pole."

"Do you hear yourself right now?" Hoseok sounds incredulous. "You're the one that fucked up and touched what doesn't belong to you. And guess what Jimin? Actions come with consequences. Learn from them."

Jimin's nostrils flare before giving a wry smile. "Touched what doesn't belong to me?" He laughs. "Do you ever say something similar to Namjoon?"

For the second time today you feel your blood run cold. Your breathing picks up and so does your heart beat.

Jimin doesn't know about you and Namjoon, right? Wouldn't Namjoon be aware of another person's presence the way he has been with Hoseok? There was absolutely no way Jimin would know... Right?

"What are you on about?"

Jimin uncrosses his arms to slip his hands into his pockets. "I'm just saying - they're awfully close together aren't they?"

You bite your bottom lip in nervousness. You're begging in your head for Jimin not to say anything else but you lack the voice to say it out loud.

"Namjoon and Y/N are close because he doesn't give me a reason not to trust him. Unlike you." His hand squeezes yours. "Even Yoongi is on good terms with her. Maybe you should learn from them."

Jimin's glare deepens as his nostrils flare but he says nothing else. He looks off to the side and clearly Hoseok's words get to him from the expression he gives. He looks vexed but he tries to cover it with a barely there smile. One that both you and Hoseok can see through.

"So," Hoseok starts. "Are you done?"

Jimin looks back at his brother and frowns. He shakes his head a little before revealing a smile through his plump lips. "For now, yeah." He looks at you. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to."

Hoseok surges forward but your grip on his hand prevents him from moving any further.

"Hoseok," you say. "Let it go."

He doesn't listen at first. Simply staring at his brother. It takes you squeezing his hand harder for him to back down and for him to walk away with you up the stairs.

You don't dare to look Jimin's way. You're too afraid of what you might see. It's already bad enough that Hoseok controlled your mind earlier after the incident with the other woman. Now you come in contact with Hoseok's irate brother who you know is glaring daggers at you as you walk by.

The night has barely started and you're already dealing with so much. You wish things would be calm for once. If only you were with Yoongi or, even better, Namjoon. They can ease your senses from this whole mess.

You don't think you can join the brothers during their meals. At least not for another day. After what just happened you want to be left alone. Or however alone you can be in the presence of Hoseok.

You sigh before swallowing as you make your way down the hall. Things have become more and more complicated the longer you stay here and you can't help but wonder about the woman you and Hoseok found. Is she okay? Does she have family looking for her? Does her captor know she escaped? Is he someone well off that can cover his tracks if she wants to sue him? Are her wounds severe? Was that dirt or blood on her shirt? So many questions and all it does is make you more nervous.

You also wonder if that would be you some day. In nothing but a tank top and underwear looking or running towards salvation. It makes your heart hurt at the prospects.

Would you ever be free? Maybe. You hope that by the time that you do someone will come and find you and take you to get help just like you did today. Maybe. Hopefully.

[spiritlessatlas]

Do you remember the time??

You are sitting outside the library one afternoon during summer break from your college classes waiting to be picked up from the bus station by your uncle you’re staying with, just like all the summers before this, but as you are sitting minding your own business you see a shadow cast over you, thinking it’s your awkward cousin you look up and it’s a boy about your age.

“Hey, mind if I sit?” He gestures to the empty seat next to you on the only bench in front of the library.

“Uh, Sure” you say as you’re pulling your stuff closer to you to make room for this boy “Sorry, I’m visiting my aunt and uncle in town they,uh, should be here any minute”

“Oh same parents are makin me learn how to run a town from my uncle, he’s the mayor here haha but uh, My name is Michael what’s yours?”

“Oh really? My uncle is the sheriff here.” You chuckle, “Looks like we might be seeing each other more often I suppose, but my name is y/n. Nice to meet you”

You shake hands with him and continue to talk to him until you see the sheriff’s car pull up. As you get up to gather your things you hear footsteps approaching “Hey Kiddo! Long time no see y/n!! Afternoon Micheal. Here to see your uncle again I suppose?” He smiles down to him. Micheal nods standing up to shake his hand.

“Yes sir I am. Parents didn’t think I learned enough.” He joked they sat there and talked for a bit before your uncle,John, offered Micheal a ride to the mayors house. He accepted and it gave me and Micheal to exchange numbers and to get to know more about the town and him as well.

As your uncle John dropped Micheal off and started making his way to his own house he smirked and gave you a small side eyed look “Sooo.. when’s the wedding between you and Micheal, and should your aunt Georgina start planning now?” He chuckled

You blush heavily smiling a bit while nervous laughing “There’a not gonna be a wedding!! Omg”

Y’all get to the house and start to unload the car when you notice your cousin starts making her way to the car with this look on her face like your aunt Georgina made her come say hi it was a small interaction but was still rather awkward for sure. As you get settled in before you know it it was dinner time.

As you’re helping set the table along side your cousin Sherrie she asks “So Y/N, any new book recs for me?” You smile and y’all start talking bout books up until food is about to be served. As everyone is sitting down you serve your food and drink waiting for everyone that way it gives everyone a chance to catch up before relaxing in for the night.

“So y/n any boys in your life right now?” Aunt Georgina gives you a small look and smiles

“Uhh well you see..” you blush smiling and kind of rolling your eyes before explains the whole situation with Micheal.

As dinner proceeds it was lovely catching up and talking bout the past school year and what plans for the future is.

As you help your aunt clean up you continue to talk and reminisce about life before and how easy it was. As you finish up you head back to the spare room you were staying in and lay down grabbing your book in the process reading a few pages before you hear your phone go off with a message. You put your book aside and check your phone and sure enough it was Michael asking how you were that evening. Before you know it you’re smiling at his message and your heart is skipping a bit. You reply back and before you know if you’re up most of the night texting each other. You definitely have fallen for him and hard.

Before long the summer is over and is back to college life. You still stay in contact with Micheal for a few years before you drift apart, you start working down town near the town you aunt Georgia and uncle John live. As you walk into work one day you see a familiar face and all of a sudden your feelings hit you hard once again, sure enough it was Micheal and he was your coworker. He sure was looking better than ever. He eventually makes eye contact with you as you get closer to him and you see his face and body language light up, enough to light the whole town for a few days, he rushes over to you and gives you a giant hug.

“Omg y/n it’s been so long! How have you been!” He says going on a whole question rampant

You laugh answering all of his questions. Fast forward a few years of working with each other and dating you two eventually are getting married and your aunt Georgina is help planning it! I guess your uncle John was right all along

[pomegranate-pen]

Could I have hunter(toh)x nb reader hcs? And have them angst like he keep sneaking out to see reader but then he gets caught by belos and he (belos) finds reader?

here ya go! thank you for requesting! this is my first time writing for Hunter or anything toh ig, so I hope its good!!

Warning: death and lots of angst!

Headcanons for Hunter who keeps sneaking out to see nb!reader!

Hunter knew the consequences. He knew there were punishments for those who didn’t follow the rules laid within the Emperor's coven.

But as the sun went down and the night sky became apparent, he lied through his teeth and announced on the crow phone that the mission would take longer than expected again and he’d have to stay for the night as well.

Quickly, without a single sound emitted from his footsteps nor a chirp from flapjack, he reaches your house and grabs a small pebble. With a small bit of his might, he throws the rock as high as he can. Enough to reach your bedroom window and steal your attention away from the spell book in your hands.

“Welcome back, spell nerd.”

It all started with a mere text to his new account on penstagram. Finding him fun in the flyer derby club before the whole kidnapping thing and decided to give him a second chance after it. After a few weeks of avid texting, you once mentioned an old dusty spell book you found at the library and how you wanted to start reading it. Only to have the boy send you a hundred texts in the next five minutes asking if he can study it too.

It was supposed to be only one sleepover. One fun night staying up and taking notes and that’s it. Yet, he couldn’t help but come back.

He didn’t know what it was. Maybe the book. Maybe how your palismans kept playing so adorably while you were busy or maybe it was you.

 After some time, He soon realized how strange his feelings have become towards you. Heart beating non-stop and face heating up. Stuttering like a fool and his palms becoming sweaty at times. At first, he thought of it as a curse. A way to weaken him to get Belos. With a worried and sunken heart, he’d rant to Darius. Only for the Coven Head to chuckle at him and ruffle his blonde hair.

“My my, little prince has gotten a crush.”

Before he knew it, his visits to you increased and his ‘excuses’ didn’t work anymore. The missions he was given have become short. Ones he couldn’t possibly say it took all night to finish up. So, he went to the next best idea. Sneaking out.

Reading the spell book has ended long, long ago. Now the sleepovers consisted of holding hands while mindlessly chatting. Joking, telling stories, talks about the future, about the goals you both set in life.

“I…don’t know which coven to choose yet.” You sighed. Feeling his clutch on your palm tighten up a bit, you looked back at him with curious eyes. His face seemed deep in thought. “you should choose soon, you know. Emperor Belos is after every wild witch.”

“I know that.” Your face soured. You felt him squeeze your palm while his other hand gently brushed through your hair. “Don’t worry N/n.” he takes a deep breath, head falling deeper into the pillow as he smiled gently. “I’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you. I promise.”

A small smile tucked your own lips. Your arms get out of the position you were before to go around his waist. His arms go around yours as well, hugging you tight. “I love you, Hunter.” You mumbled. You heard him give out a shocked chuckle, giving a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too.”

He wished he knew better. Had he been more careful with his sneaking out, had at least even thought of putting some time in between those to drive away attention, this would’ve never happened.

The castle has eyes and ears in every nook and cranny. Eyes that don’t trust anyone and ears who hear even the smallest of footsteps. Even he, one of the most skilled members of the castle can not be unseen or unheard.

The ones desperate enough for the Emperor’s approval would always seek to tell the truth only to him. And as mutters of the golden guard sneaking out every weekend poured through his majesty’s ears, he knew what must’ve been done.

“they’re…they’re what?...”

“Petrified.” He coldly stated. Even with all the gold and treasures lying around the place, the throne room suddenly felt cold. The world seemed to shift within a blink of an eye. His body shook in horror and his face streamed with tears. The Emperor ignored his wails and continued. “They were cooperating with a wild witch behind your back.”

Belos walked up to the boy, taking off his mask and leaning down to his height. “ they were fooling you, hunter.” His eyes shifted into venomous sympathy. One that made Hunter only cry harder in confusion. “they were using you to get to me. To ruin our plans for the day of unity.”

“oh, poor child.” He frowned. “you didn’t actually think they loved you, right?”

Walking down the long hall, his gaze was set on only one statue of the hundreds around him. The only one that has stolen his heart. Only one has given him such kindness and affection.

But now, they’re nothing but a mere witch of stone. Their form portrays pure grief as the magic froze their face.

He clutched his fist. He grits his teeth. Shoulders hunched up in frustration as questions flowed through his mind. Did you really betray him? Did you use him? Was all that time for nothing? Was he just a mere tool without realizing it?

“I love you, Hunter.” Those words echoed through his mind like a wave. His knees got weak and he fell to the ground. Eyes blurry again from all the tears finding their way out. His heart was shattered. Broken into small pieces that will never be mended back again. Sobs reeked the room as he punched his fists at the ground from pure anger. Pure frustration. Pure confusion.

“I’m sorry.” He gasped out. A bigger fit of sobs came out of him. “I’m so s-sorry.” His shoulders shook. “I broke my promise. I broke it.”

He wished he never met you. Never was graced by your smile and chuckles. Never spoke to you nor accepted your offer. Maybe then, you’d be alive. You’d be still breathing. Your face would’ve never been one of horror at your last moments. You’d be living for much longer than what the Titan has destined it to be.

He knew the consequences. Yet he foolishly ignored it. Now, you had taken the punishment for it.

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End of the Tether

Part of the End of the Tether AU

Pairing: The Darkling x Fem!Sun Summoner Reader

Summary: After your altercation on the True Sea, you’ve sought refuge from the Darkling at the Little Palace. But as the responsibilities pile on, you reach a breaking point with Mal, and come to a realisation regarding the Darkling.

Word Count: 5.2K

A/N: I have no idea how this even happened - I think I’m incapable of writing short one shots for Aleksander. As always, this is a mixture of Book!Darkling and Show!Darkling that is practically just what I want him to be like.

Also, I might edit this into a darklina fic at some point and maybe post on my Ao3? I’m not sure yet though

My Masterlist

The doors to your bedroom swing open, slamming shut behind them. You don’t look up. You’ve been reading the last few sentences over and over, and you just can’t seem to focus. You glance up. It’s Mal. Your mood immediately worsens.

“Get out.” You demand.

“I want to talk to you.”

“That must be a new concept for you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You stand, pushing your chair back, to face him.

“That you’ve been ignoring me at every chance you get!” He sneers,

“Oh yes, like you’ve been jumping at the opportunity to spend any time with me?”

“I’ve been running an army! I have a war to fight.” Suddenly it’s all there, the crushing weight of everything that you have to carry. You can finally understand what drove the Darkling to want to use the Fold. You’d do anything to shift this suffocating burden from your chest. There is no ordinary life for people like you and me.

The moment you realise what you’ve done, it’s too late. You had figured out a pattern to the Darkling’s visits. He only ever appeared when you had been thinking about him. Not during strategy meetings when your council theorised about his next move. Or when Nikolai pressed you for intel.

He appeared to you when you were swarmed with papers, working out the logistics of the Second Army - and you had wondered how many nights he’d spent running his hands through his hair as he worked. He appeared to you when you walked through the corridors of the Little Palace, and you were reminded of the night of the Winter Fete. He appeared to you when you were in the library, reading about Morozova’s amplifiers and in your exhaustion you’d started thinking about him.

You realised that he only ever appeared when you’d wanted him to. Like calls to like. Though you had struggled to accept that you did - you wanted him still.

And now he’s here, watching as you argue with Mal.

“Although I wouldn’t expect you to understand that, since you’re just so busy playing cards and going hunting. It must be a hard life for you.” You continue.

“I did all that for you. I thought that was what you wanted!”

“I didn’t ask you to do any of this!” You look away, breathing hard as you push away your anger. You need to do what’s right for the Grisha, you can’t be distracted. You have more important things to deal with than Mal. “I think you should leave.” His mouth drops open,

“What?”

“I’ll organise a transfer back into the First Army, hopefully with your old regiment but there’s no guarantee.”

“What- what are you talking about? Why would I leave?” You shrug, feigning disinterest,

“You’re clearly not happy here. I can’t leave my Grisha. I see no reason for you to stay.”

“Your Grisha?” You raise a brow at his exasperated tone. “You’ve only been one of them for a year-“

“I’ve been Grisha my whole life.” An infuriating smirk creeps onto his face, as if he were arguing with a child. The cold clutch of anger seeps into your heart. It hurts. It hurts that Mal, the person that you have loved for so long, cannot accept this part of you. The part that has made you more yourself than you have ever been. “You said it yourself. You wish I wasn’t Grisha. You want me to go back to being the little girl who relied on you for everything.” The tears pool in your eyes, falling down your cheeks.

“I want the old you.” He says, in some attempt at comfort though it does the opposite.

“Well I don’t.” He stills abruptly. You had never addressed this - he’d never cared to ask and you’d wanted to keep the peace. You had wanted to bridge the growing gap between you both, but perhaps there was no bridge, only crumbling stone that will soon be carried downstream. You’re still now too, your tears drying against your skin. “Do you want to know why?” He looks at you warily, not recognising the quiet rage in your voice. “Because she hated herself.” You admit. “Because she was always cold, always hungry, always tired. Nothing ever fixed that. I carved out a piece of myself - for you. You didn’t look twice at me until I was gone. I deserve better than that.”

“Who, Nikolai? Prince Perfect?” You roll your eyes at him. He steps closer, reaching for you, but you step back. A harsh laugh tumbles from his lips, “The Darkling?” When you don’t respond he continues, “You’d choose that monster over me? After he did that?” He reaches towards the collar around your throat and you grasp hold of his wrist tightly. His eyes widen at the strength of your grip and you push him back. Your hands reach for the collar, needing the reassurance that it provides.

“This collar is a part of me, just as much as my power is.”

“I know that.” He says quickly, as if you’re insulting his intelligence, and you doubt he will ever truly understand. “But after all this-“

“No.” You cry out. “It’s mine. Forever.” You say the word forever, though the thought of such an existence has been haunting you over the last few days. Mal will never know forever. You will.

“He’s a monster.” He repeats lowly.

“Yes, you’ve mentioned that.” You can’t help but snap - not to defend the Darkling but to lash out at Mal for his rigid ideals. “But he showed me more kindness in one night than you have in the past two months! And I don’t care if it was a lie. I don’t care if it was all to fool the stupid girl into following him. Because at least he made me feel something.” Mal stares hard at you, as if he can’t believe what you’re saying. You need to press harder. He won’t listen to reason. You need to say something that will push him away for good. “The night of the Winter Fete, you didn’t like that I was wearing black.” You scoff lightly as you remember the judgement on his face. You’d been so eager to show him the new life you had - that you’d built for yourself. “You said he was all over me. That he owned me.” You watch as the muscle in Mal’s jaw ticks. You force yourself to smirk as you lean forward and say quietly, “You were wrong. But I wish you weren’t.” His nostrils flare, but no words are thrown back at you. You turn away, returning to your desk. You stand, looking over some papers - though their words elude you. You swallow hard before adding in a clipped tone, “That will be all Corporal.” In the corner of your eye, you see him stiffen then he turns and walks out. The door slams, the noise echoing through your skull.

A streak of white hot anger sears through you, and you launch the Cut out - not caring what you hit - only seeking the rush of your power. It’s the only thing that comforts you these days. That’s not true. But you refuse to admit that the daily sightings of the Darkling have also given you comfort. There’s a creak of wooden splintering but you don’t look at the damage you’ve done. Now that your anger has been released, the ache of sadness settles into your heart.

It’s only then that you crumple. You clutch the back of the chair hard, as you sink to the floor, your forehead pressed against the back as you sob. The ache in your chest begs you to scream, to run after him, to tell him you’re sorry. But the worst part is, you’re not sorry. The sobs wrack your body and you try to muffle your cries into the fabric of the chair. They can’t hear you cry. The servants, the Grisha, the guards, definitely not Mal. You shift slightly, as someone gently nudges at your shoulder, turning you to face them. You’re sitting on the floor, still clinging to the chair, as the Darkling crouches down to meet your eyes. You sniffle,

“How much of that did you hear?” He holds your gaze before answering quietly,

“I think you know the answer to that.” All of it. Your tear filled eyes assess the damage of your Cut. The door of the wardrobe hangs precariously, and you’re certain it will fall soon enough.

“Sorry about your wardrobe.” He looks over at the wounded furniture shrugging lightly,

“I was never too fond of it.” A brief laugh is caught in your throat, which prompts another bout of tears. He moves forward tentatively, but once he realises you’re not shying away from him, he wraps his arms around you.

You’d been so surprised when he had first touched you through the tether. You thought he was just some vision created by your exhausted mind. Then his cool fingers had brushed against your cheek.

You’re still a little surprised now. As his arms encircle you. You don’t understand how he’s here. How he’s so real. But for now you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when he’s cradling you against his chest. You press your forehead hard against him, breathing in gasps of his scent between your sobs. You slowly begin to calm down. It’s the combination of his hand smoothing over your hair, the warmth of his body, and the scent of him so close to you. He smells the same as his room, the same as the pillows you sleep with every night. You had found yourself disappointed that they were gradually losing their scent.

Even once your tears slow, you remain in his arms. When was the last time you were held like this? His hand slips to the nape of your neck, squeezing in reassurance, and you can’t help but remember the first time he did such an action. After the Drüskelle had attacked you. You had been shaking, the adrenaline still racing through you as he wrapped his arms around you to reach for his horse’s reins. He’d noticed your fear still lingering, and had placed his hand at the nape of your neck, his touch soothing you into sleep.

Through the tether there’s no jolt of power from his amplification. Just the smooth cool touch of his fingers, that warm slightly as they caress your skin. A part of you had initially hoped that his amplification was the reason for the allure that pulled you to him. But now you know. There’s no rush of certainty in your veins from his touch, but you can see it in his eyes when you lift your gaze to his. I’m not worried. That’s what he said to you when you’d struggled to master your power. He’d always been so sure of you. He’d been right.

“Better?” He asks you. You laugh softly,

“A little, yeah.” You look down for a moment before adding, “Thank you.”

There’s a knock at the door before he can give you a response. He expects you to pull away, with your face burning in embarrassment. Instead, you lean your head against his shoulder with a muffled whine. “I have no idea how you did all this.” You murmur, and it pulls a laugh from him. You really are full of surprises. Your smile returns at the sound of his laugh, you’d always felt a thrill at making him laugh, and you stand up to open your door. You pause by the mirror, and the Darkling watches you as you smooth down your kefta. You wipe the remaining tears from your cheeks, and straighten yourself. Then you open the door.

Nikolai sweeps in through the door, breezing past you into your bedroom. You close the door behind him, and when you turn to face the room you make direct eye contact with the Darkling. He’s still here, leaning against the bedpost. You thought he might have left when you’d opened the door. You turn back to Nikolai,

“By all means, make yourself at home, your highness.” He shoots you a look at the mention of his title.

“Oh I will Sankta.” You roll your eyes at the one name you hate. He settles down on the bed, his hands folded behind his head and his ankles crossed. You sigh, looking down at him,

“Is there a purpose to this visit, or are you just here to annoy me?”

“I see you’ve started redecorating.” He comments, nodding towards the splintered wardrobe. You shrug lightly, not providing him with a reaction.

“I thought the Inferni might enjoy burning it.” He nods, sitting up as he picks up one of the Darkling’s black silk pillows.

“Is this his?” You step to the foot of the bed. You’re facing Nikolai, and though you’re not looking, you can feel the Darkling at your side watching your interaction.

“Everything here is.” You say, eyeing the pillow with a possessive twist in your heart.

“I can get you new ones.” You tug the pillow from his hands.

“There’s much more pressing matters at hand.”

“Like your little quarrel with lover boy?” He says, he brushes at the sleeve of his jacket.

“You heard that?” The wrong emotions flood through you. You should be upset that he heard you and Mal say such things to one another. But all you can feel is embarrassment, that he might have heard you crying, and worry, that he heard you talking to the Darkling. He shakes his head,

“No, but I caught a look of his face when he was leaving. Not a happy tracker.” So Mal has left. He’ll probably be back later, you remind yourself that you shouldn’t care what he does.

“So is there actually a purpose for this visit?” You ask, wanting him to leave as soon as possible.

“We’ve received word on the Darkling.” You attempt to look reasonably interested, though you’re incredibly conscious that the Darkling is standing right next to you.

“Where is he?”

“We have reports that he’s been sighted somewhere in the Sikurzoi.” The Sikurzoi - the mountain range that borders Ravka and Shu Han.

“You think he’s allied with the Shu?” You can’t help the skepticism in your voice. Nikolai shrugs,

“The mountains would be a good place to hide.”

“Aside from the fact that he’s been sighted?” You add with a raised brow, you hear a soft breath beside you, which you’re certain is a laugh from the Darkling. You don’t risk a look at him.

“You don’t think he’d work with the Shu?” You sigh,

“Neither of them are good options.” Nikolai’s brow furrows at your comment. “Do you know what they do to Grisha in Fjerda and Shu Han?”

“I’ve heard the stories.”

“Then can you truly blame him for wanting to make Ravka safe for Grisha?” He presses his lips into a line, a telltale sign that he’s thinking through his response.

“Which is why I want you by my side. We both want what’s best for Ravka…”

“I’ve heard this speech before. How do I know you’re telling the truth?” He stands, making his way around the bed towards you. You take one step back, but you know if you go any further you’ll be pressed against the Darkling.

“Did you believe him? The Darkling?” You nod, your voice quiet as you admit,

“I still do.” He nods. You’d compared him to the Darkling before, and now you’re standing between them both. Like two sides of the same coin, but what truly separates them?

In the Darkling’s position, would Nikolai try to use your power to expand the Fold? Would he have killed the people of Novokribirsk?

Alternatively, if the Darkling was in Nikolai’s position, would he propose to you? Would he have lied about his identity to bring you back to Ravka? Have you paraded as a Sun Saint?

You don’t have an answer to these questions. But your answer to Nikolai remains the same.

“My answer is still no, Nikolai. If that’s why you’re here.” You tell him. “I didn’t refuse you for Mal, I did it for myself.” Nikolai looks at you for a long moment, his gaze flickering briefly to behind you, and for a horrifying moment you think he’s seen the Darkling.

“I don’t think that’s true.” He says quietly. Then his dashing smile returns, “My attempts to win your heart will endeavour regardless.” Your own small smile plays at your lips as he retreats to your doorway.

“I wouldn’t expect any less.” He pauses at the door, nodding politely,

“Moi soverenyi.” You return the nod,

“Your highness.” He winks, then opens your doors and leaves. As the doors swing shut a dull ache thuds in your chest. Nikolai always made your head ache: trying to keep up with his barbs, the genuine discussions about Ravka, and his uncanny ability to know exactly what had been troubling you. You glance over at the Darkling, surprised that he’s still there. You swallow nervously, looking down at your fingers.

“I know I called you here. But you don’t have to stay, with me.” You trail off at the end of your sentence. He’s quiet until you find the courage to meet his eyes.

“Do you want me to leave?” The thought of him disappearing, of being left alone after today, nearly brings tears back to your eyes. You breathe carefully before admitting quietly,

“No.”

“Then I will stay.” It seems so simple. He moves slightly, sitting down at the end of the bed, his long legs stretching out. You’re suddenly uncertain. The tangerine glow of the fading sunset glimmers through the windows. You cross over to the vanity table that sits opposite the bed. The Darkling watches you in the mirror as you clean your face, and remove the hair pins from your head.

“I’m guessing you won’t tell me where you actually are?” You ask teasingly. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he watches you.

“No, I won’t.” You smile softly. Your chest warms at the feeling of domesticity of your current situation. You don’t talk much, as you open one of the drawers and pull out your nightgown. You change behind the screen, feeling almost shy when you step out from it. The Darkling smiles softly, his eyes appraising you in the way only he does. “You should get some rest.” He says, shattering the silence that had surrounded you both. You nod. He watches you, as you cross the room and slip under the covers. You look over at him. He’s standing at the foot of the bed now, as he’s about to leave.

“Will you stay?” You ask in a small voice. The problem with wanting, is it makes us weak. His words echo in your mind. He probably thinks you’re being foolish, and needy. Your spiel of thoughts are interrupted by the covers moving beside you. The bed dips as he settles at your side. It’s as if he’s actually there with you.

You lie down against the pillow, facing him. He adjusts himself, so that his face is level with your own. The two of you stare at one another for a long moment. Hesitantly, you reach over, brushing your fingers over his cheek. You see him fight to keep his eyelids from fluttering closed, and your heart aches again.

“We could have had this.” You admit quietly. And you’re right, you could have had this. Maybe, if you had stayed at the Little Palace, you could have fallen asleep by his side every night. You could have woken up next to him every morning. You know you could have been happy, living in the Little Palace, where your new friends would tease you about your crush on the mysterious Darkling. Where you would fall for him, and him for you. Where he would make you his equal.

“I know.” He says, in a voice similar to yours. As if he too is thinking it over, imagining a peaceful life for the two of you. “I’m sorry.” You laugh shortly, but you’re too tired to muster the mirth required for your tone to have the right effect.

“You’re not sorry.” He holds your gaze.

“I’m sorry I had to hurt you.” You nod, and you believe him, to some extent. You look down at the bedsheets as your next words fall from your lips,

“I’m sorry too.” You want to know what his reaction would be to your apology, but the pull of sleep drags you away from him. The last thing your conscious mind can grasp is the feel of his lips grazing against your forehead in a delicate kiss.

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You wake several hours later to a pounding heart, gasping desperately for a breath that seems so out of reach. You sob into your hands, reaching to the other side of the bed. You’re not sure how long the Darkling has been gone for, you’re certain he was there when you fell asleep. You seize the pillow he’d been using, clutching it to your chest as you sit up. You manage to wrestle your breathing under control as you hold tightly onto the pillow. You could call for him again. But as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, you push it away. You’d already made him stay with you for too much of the night. Besides you were on opposing sides. You drop your head onto the smooth fabric of the pillow, breathing in the remains of his scent. It must have lingered through the tether, it definitely wasn’t this strong the night before. You hear someone breathe out your name, and your head rises quickly. It’s him. Your mouth opens as you struggle for words.

“I didn’t mean to, I didn’t want to bother you again.” He takes one look at your tearstained face and asks,

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just a nightmare.” You look down at the pillow in your arms, tracing a finger over the luxurious material. The Darkling’s eyes are on you, you know they are. He sees you in his bed, clutching his pillow, as you seem to shrink in on yourself. You don’t expect him to offer you any comfort. Your eyes skim over the room, taking in the empty shelves.

In the dark of night, with his quiet presence, it feels safe to admit the thoughts you’d never dared to address. So, with the leftover adrenaline from your nightmare still rushing through you, you admit quietly,

“I was disappointed.” He stares at your face, wondering where your thoughts are heading. “When I found out all your things were gone.” A flicker of an embarrassed smile crosses your face. “I wanted to wear your keftas.” The smile fades as you continue, genuine longing filling your tone. “I wanted to sleep in your nightshirts. I wanted to see what books you were reading. I wanted to know what you wrote on the papers that covered your desk. I wondered if I’d see my name anywhere.” Your eyes flicker back to him and uncertainty creeps over you. “It’s silly, I know-“

“It’s not.” He interrupts. You stare at him as he hesitates. You’ve never seen him hesitate before. “When you left, I looked through your room.” He doesn’t meet your eyes, but you continue to watch his face as he speaks. “You’d only been at the Little Palace for a few months, I hadn’t expected there to be much in the way of personal items.” As you cast your mind back, the majority of things in your room had been there when you arrived. There’s a ghost of a smile on the Darkling’s face. “You’d left pressed flowers from the gardens under some books. There was a perfume Genya had picked out for you, I can remember the scent even now.” His eyes meet yours, and he hesitates again. “I found your sketchbook.”

You look down at the pillow again, your cheeks warming. Even before you’d become a mapmaker, you’d always had a pencil in hand. You had sketched the tree on the edge of the Duke’s estate, the meadow you used to run through, the flowers on the windowsills of the orphanage - any beauty you found you would draw. When you arrived at the Little Palace, surrounded by such beauty for the first time, you couldn’t resist drawing everything in sight. It was the one thing that took your mind of your lack of friends, or skill in summoning, during the first few weeks. You had drawn the gardens, the flowers, the fountains. It had taken some time to master the intricate architecture of the interior of the palace.

Despite all the beauty around you, you couldn’t stop your hand from drifting. It had taken lots of work to get him right, but you were soon obsessed with capturing the Darkling’s likeness. It only took a lingering glance - of him overseeing a training session, or deep in conversation with Ivan, or climbing into his coach before a trip to the Northern border - for you to pour his image onto paper.

In the orphanage you had only the standard pencils that you shared with all the other children. When Genya had offered to get you drawing supplies you nearly cried. Your sketchbook soon had the Darkling staring out from the pages in almost every medium - charcoal, coloured pencils, pastels, you’d even begun dabbling in watercolours. You were a little embarrassed of your little project, not wanting anyone to think you were insane. He reaches forward carefully, hooking a finger under your chin to meet your eyes.

“I’m flattered, truly.” The edge of a smirk tugs at his lips, but his eyes are soft. He feels your cheeks warm, you’re flustered at the thought of him finding the drawings, but you laugh softly at his teasing tone. His stare seems to intensify at the sound of your laugh. “It’s locked.” He says quietly, and your brows crease in confusion. “Your old bedroom, the door is locked. Did you know?” You shake your head gently,

“I haven’t been back up to the dormitories since I left.” He hums, glancing around the room.

“You immediately stole my bedroom?” You bite your lip, attempting to prevent another laugh. His eyes twinkle in the moonlight, and you can’t help but long to see him like this all the time. Not the cruel and cold Darkling. But the man who appears when you’re frightened and upset, and makes you laugh despite your tears. You’re both quiet for a moment, before he adds, “I have the key for your room.”

You hold his gaze, your heart rate picking up as you do. He has the key to your room. You had taken his room. We are alike, as no one else is. No one had set foot in your room since him, and now you’ve returned, you sleep in his bed. There’s a strange intimacy to the circumstances.

The Darkling stills as he watches something shift in your eyes. You place the pillow carefully down next to you, before shifting forwards. He doesn’t move, but continues to eye you with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. Your gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips, and you hesitate as you lean in.

“May I?” You ask, nerves flooding you as you fear his rejection. He nods, his eyes still wide. You close the distance between you both, brushing your lips against his. You’re surprised at the hunger of your own kiss, as is he, but he responds with equal enthusiasm and you’re soon gasping against him. Neither of you go far when you finally separate for breath. Your foreheads remain pressed together, and your nose brushes beside his with a tenderness that bewilders him. Your eyes are half closed, a satisfied smile lingering on your lips, so you don’t catch the emotion in his eyes as he comes to a decision. He says your name softly, and your eyes snap to his.

“I want you to know my name,” he says, and your breath catches. “The name I was given, not the title I took for myself.” His voice is a near whisper, and the moment feels sacred. Old doubts begin to filter into your mind.

“Are you sure?”

“Infinitely. Will you have it?”

“Yes.” You breathe out quietly. His eyes bore into your own as he says,

“Aleksander.” A small, delighted smile lights up your face.

“Aleksander.” You whisper, trying the name out on your tongue. It suits him. Something flickers in his eyes, something you want to see again and again. So you continue, breathing his name against his lips. “Aleksander.” Your kiss is soft and sweet, his hand reaching to cup your face. His lips become more insistent and you sigh, “Aleksander.”

Your eyes flutter open to find him looking down at you as you chase his lips. He smiles at you, and your heart races at the sight. You could get used to seeing him smiling. He brushes his nose beside yours, copying your earlier actions that had warmed his heart. Your smile widens and you giggle as his entire face nuzzles against yours. His own smile widens, he can’t remember the last time he smiled like this. He kisses you tenderly, and you receive his lips with reverence - as if you understand the gift his softness is. He sees the heaviness in your eyes, it’s only been a few hours since he left you. There’s countless things he wants to ask you. About the things you said in your argument with the tracker, about whether they were true or just a means to hurt him. About the things you said to the prince, about whether you did believe that Aleksander wanted the best for Ravka. But you’re tired, and looking more content than he’s seen from you in quite some time. The last thing he wants to do is remind you of the events of the last day.

“Do you think you can sleep now?” He asks gently. You blink tiredly at him before nodding. A small smile graces his lips as he guides you back under the covers.

“Stay.” You ask softly, holding onto his wrist. He presses a kiss to your knuckles, and slides into bed next to you. You slip your arms around him, pressing close to his side. He stiffens for a moment, until he feels you relax against him. Then he drapes an arm protectively over your body and you nuzzle closer to him. “Goodnight Sasha.” You mumble in a drowsy voice. His world stops yet again. You really are full of surprises.

“Say it again.” He says softly, half certain that you’re already asleep. Even if you aren’t, he isn’t sure that you’ll oblige him. You tilt your head to meet his eyes, you smile sleepily at him.

“Sasha?” He provides a tiny nod in response, his eyes wide as if he can hardly believe what’s happening. Your smile widens, “Sasha.” You murmur affectionately. “Goodnight Sasha.”

“Goodnight Solnishko.” He sees the sweet surge of joy on your face, and he knows his words are the last thing you’re aware of before you drift off to sleep. “Sweet dreams.”

[lubdubsworld]

GIFT .

Genre : Brother-in-law Jungkook x OC!

Warnings : Yandere Jungkook! Non Consent. Manipulative behaviour. Explicit Sexual Content, Violence, Murder

Author's Note : I love reading Yandere fics so I just wanted to write one!! Its very different from what I usually write... So proceed with caution.

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The first time I met Jungkook , it was five years into my relationship with Namjoon.

Namjoon had told me all about his baby brother, a final year student in SNU. Jungkook majored in Business , training to take over the company business . Namjoon often mentioned that it was Jungkook's offer to switch majors that had helped him pursue his own dream of being a music producer.

So when he told me that Jungkook was on a break from university and his parents were looking forward to having a proper family dinner with all of us, I was excited to meet the boy , I'd heard so much about. Namjoon was endlessly fond of his little brother and I wanted him to like me just as much.

Namjoon and I had met seven years earlier in the University Library and had become fast friends. We were both quiet, intellectually driven individuals, preferring to spend our time in the library as opposed to partying with our friends. And yet, in a twist , against our family’s wishes, we had chosen not to pursue an academically driven career either. I’d always felt out of place in my own friend group, most of my friend from Journalism being extroverted and fun loving. Namjoon for his part had only two very close friends, Yoongi and Hoseok and preferred spending time by himself as well.

So it was only natural that we fell in with each other with ease. His beautiful dimpled smile tugged on my gut, even as his gentle nature and gorgeous mind made my heart pound. I fell in love with him, between the late night laughter in the library and the soft secrets whispered against my skin, in the privacy of his bed.

“Nervous?” His voice drew me to the present, fingers inking with mine as he lightly knocked his shoulders against mine, staring down at me with a dimpled smile. I shook my head quickly, squeezing his hand gently.

“Of course not. I just want him to like me.” I whispered and Namjoon chuckled.

“Jungkookie isn’t very expressive so don’t worry if he isn’t very vocal in his affections. He’s very shy with new people but I’m sure, he’ll love you.” Namjoon reached out and lightly, brushed the hair off my face before leaning down and giving me a quick kiss.

I gripped his waist, pressing in closer, lips parting instinctively  , eager to chase the taste of him. He groaned and gripped my elbow, pulling me around to press up against the tall , lean strength of his body and this was it, this endless need to touch him even after seven whole years of being together. I moaned when he bit down on my lips, my back arching a bit to press into him.

“Hyung?”

We parted, surprised and I felt my face flame, lips slicked wet and no doubt red from where Joon’s teeth had sunk in.

What a first impression.

“Ahh… Jungkook-ah… You came out?” Namjoon looked a little flustered, dimples peeking out in an abashed smile as he laughed embarrassedly I found myself smiling at Jungkook, who looked nothing like I’d imagined.

I’d been expecting someone cute and friendly.

Jungkook was dressed in all black, tall and intimidating. He was also almost surreally beautiful, gaze piercing and steady as he stared at me. I felt an instinctive urge to hide, not missing the way his gaze trailed up and down my body, lips parting gently to reveal a pair of bunny teeth that looked jarringly adorable on a face that was , quite simply put, arrestingly gorgeous.  

He hummed, still standing in the doorway, eyes trained on me and I swallowed when he smiled , wide and open. His tongue darted out, lightly licking his lower lip .

“Hi, Hana.” He said softly and I startled.

“Hana? I’m sure you mean noona…..” I laughed nervously and even Namjoon looked surprised and Jungkook merely smiled, shrugging.

“You don’t feel like a noona.” He said casually.

I merely stared at him, not sure what he meant. Namjoon laughed a little as well, moving over to lightly hug his brother.

“Yah! You’ve just met her. Isn’t it too soon to start being a brat?” He ruffled his hair playfully before turning to me.

“Come on, Hana. Come say hi to my parents.” Namjoon walked in and I rushed to follow him, pausing when I reached the doorway. I smiled at Jungkook, holding a hand out slowly.

“I’ve heard so much about you Jungkook, I hope we can be friends…” I said sincerely and he stared at my hand, not taking it. Instead he gave me another soft smile. Before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the back of my hand, making me jump .

“You don’t feel like a friend either.” He said with a shrug , before moving away, leaving me stunned on the doorway.

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Two years later :

“Seven months? Namjoon we’re getting married in seven months! How am I supposed to plan a whole wedding , with you away from the country?” I asked desperately, watching as Namjoon sat with his head in his hands. He looked stricken, regretful and pained and I felt terrible for being unreasonable but it was impossible not to feel hurt.

“I know..  I know hana, I’m so fucking sorry. But this is such a huge opportunity and its not just me : Hoseok and Yoongi depend on me. I can’t screw things up for them too.” He whispered and I exhaled.

Namjoon had been offered a chance to produce for a very high end recording label based out of the US and they wanted him to stay there for a minimum of seven months. The offer had been a complete surprise, out of the blue and the timing couldn’t have been worse. I’d been accepted into an internship at a popular magazine and it would be impossible for me to go with him. And I was so desperate to go.

We’d never been apart for more than a few days, in the entirety of our relationship and the thought of not seeing him for months made me want to throw up.

“I’ve spoken to Jungkook. He’ll help you with all the things that have to be done. And I swear that I’ll be back at least a month before the date, alright? No matter what happens.” Namjoon said firmly. I swallowed, nodding nervously.

It was true that I didn’t like the idea of being away from Namjoon. But the thought of keeping him away from a dream that he had worked so hard for, was almost unfathomable.

Besides, Jungkook was reliable and sweet. The perfect gentleman. Especially now that he’d taken over as his father’s Executive Assistant, Jungkook was incredibly good at organizing and planning things out.

With his help, I could plan out our wedding to perfection.

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The next five months were spent in a haze of appointments and fittings and bookings. Jungkook had arranged for a shift in my internship hours, so he and I could spend a solid four hours every day, visiting different vendors, picking out the perfect floral arrangements, napkins, brocade and what not. And for once, I found myself completely enthralled by the idea of spending money of frivolously pretty things. Whether it was the florists or the patisserie, the dress fitting or the invitations, I felt my excitement bubbling over , amazed because marrying into Namjoon’s family meant an unlimited budget and for once, I didn’t mind being extravagant.

What was more, I didn’t miss Namjoon nearly as much as I thought I would. Because deep down , I knew that he wouldn’t have enjoyed this all that much. And I would have felt guilty , dragging him everywhere.

And Jungkook was the one to thank for all of it. He picked me up everyday for an early breakfast , followed by hours of combing the streets for ideas and appointments. He was funny and enthusiastic, eager to help me in every way and I was so grateful that I couldn’t thank him enough.

“I owe you so much, Kookie. You’ve been a life saver.” I groaned, collapsing on the couch and dropping my head back against the backrest. Jungkook chuckled, sitting down on one of the Turkish ottomans and lightly grabbing my ankle, pulling my foot onto his lap. I flushed a little, still not used to how touchy he was.

Jungkook liked wrapping his arms around my waist when we were out and about, fingers fluttering up my sides or brushing hair off my face with easy familiarity. I didn’t mind. He reminded me of my little brother back in Ilsan.

Most of the people we met assumed he was the groom and Jungkook told me it would be better to keep up the ruse because wedding planners were more comfortable when couples came together and I’d agreed, albeit a little reluctantly. I missed Namjoon and I wondered if he would mind. But when I mentioned it in passing to him during one of our daily video calls, he’d merely laughed it off.

“You’re so tense, Hana. You should relax. Everything is going to be okay.” Jungkook said softly, soft fingers digging into the curve of heel before brushing the arch of my foot. I smiled when he tugged my foot close, placing it down on the firmness of his thigh.

I gazed down at him, feeling uncomfortably nervous. This whole thing seemed oddly intimate somehow and I felt the first tendrils of guilt begin to curl around my gut. I swallowed, hating myself for tainting something that was no doubt innocent. I ought to be grateful that my future brother in law was this kind to me.

“I know. Thank you. I just miss him sometimes.” I said softly. The fingers stilled on my foot.

“Only sometimes?” He teased, eyes narrowed and tone just a little colder and I hesitated.

“I don’t miss him when you keep me company. You help me forget that I’m doing all of this by myself.” I said honestly. Jungkook inhaled sharply, his gaze flicking to mine, holding mine with an intensity that made me balk a little.

“You mean, that?” He asked quietly and I laughed at how serious he looked.

“Of course I do.  I was so sure this whole thing would be me being miserably lonely but you’ve kept me laughing and happy. I’m going to ask Namjoon to buy you something expensive and amazing when he comes back.”

“He already has something amazing. It’s the only thing I really want.” Jungkook said quietly, fingers stroking up, gently massaging my foot all the way up my calf. I groaned at how good it felt.

“Really what is it?” I asked curious.

Jungkook squeezed my knee before carefully placing my foot down , reaching for the other one.

“You’ll know soon, Hana.”

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True to his word, Namjoon called me exactly a month before our wedding date.

“Guess who’s leaving the God forsaken place this weekend?”

I felt warmth flood my insides, heart racing with pure joy, tears brimming over because I’d honestly resigned myself to the fact that he wouldn’t be able to make it back on time.

“Monday i, I’ll be there. Can’t wait to kiss you, my love.” He whispered and I nodded, laughing.

Finally, Everything would be okay.

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Namjoon’s flight was due to arrive late night ,somewhere between twelve and one in the morning. I’d taken a nap in the afternoon, so I could be up to welcome him back. Jungkook arrived at around seven with Takeout and flowers.

He didn’t ring the doorbell, letting himself in with the spare key I’d given him for emergencies. I found myself scrambling for my robe because I’d taken a nice long shower and slipped on a silk negligee, short and ending just over my knees . I could feel his eyes on me as I hastily tied the sash together, flustered. The robe wasn’t long either and I felt absolutely exposed, even worse than when he’d stepped into the dressing room during my fitting, offering to help me with the zipper.

“ Jungkook, what are you doing here?” I asked nervously and he shrugged, eyes still trailing over my legs, the skin bare. I felt his gaze like a caress and some instinct told me I was in danger. I shook my head to clear it. How ridiculous.

This was Jungkook. Sweet, wonderful Jungkookie. My best friend these past few months. There was no one else I could be safer with.

“I knew you’d be excited, what with hyung coming back and all. So, I thought I’d drop by and at least make sure you’re well fed.” He grinned, holding the tae out up. I smiled and nodded, moving to get plates and glasses from the kitchen.

I heard Jungkook moving around in the living room and when I went back in , I found that he had two glasses of wine ready on the table, an expensive bottle of merlot opened nearby. I smiled a bit, shaking my head.

“What are we celebrating?” I asked curiously and he shrugged.

“Namjoon hyung is coming back right? It means I’ll be getting my amazing gift tonight.” He said softly, picking his glass up and taking a sip and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re such a child. You can’t wait for a day to get your gift?”

Jungkook hummed. He looked ethereal in the dim golden light of the apartment. Like something out of a fairytale. All dark ebony hair and porcelain skin. I wondered, again….why he never dated. He was easily one of the most beautiful humans I’d ever seen in my life. And that voice.

The voice of an angel.

“I’ve been waiting for years, Hana. I’m sick and tired of waiting.” He said softly, voice low and eyes somehow dark and I tried to hold my smile.

“Well, I hope you enjoy it.” I grinned and he smiled, all teeth.

“Oh, I intend to. Thoroughly.”

I took my own glass and took a deep sip , before holding it against his.

“To no longer waiting and finally getting what we want.” I said cheerfully, thinking of the long months without Namjoon and the few hours till he would be back in my arms. Jungkook chuckled and clinked his glass against mine.

“To you, Hana.” He said simply and I blushed, surprised and flattered.

We ate the take out but just a few bites in, I felt my eyes getting heavy which was so unfair. It was barely eight. And I’d slept in the afternoon. What was wrong with me? I was supposed to be up till Namjoon came home.

“You alright, love?” Jungkook asked sweetly , getting out of his chair and making his way over when I almost knocked the glass of water over, fingers trembling. I pouted, even as his fingers curled over my shoulders, gripping lightly.

“Why am I so drowsy?” I whined in desperation and he leaned down, lightly resting his chin on my shoulder.

“You need to rest, hana. Come on, let’s get you to bed…. “

Eyes heavy and limbs turning to jelly, I could barely blink as he reached down and scooped me into his arms , carrying me into the bedroom. I felt his fingers tug on the sash of my robe, a protest building up at the action but he shushed me gently.

“I’m just helping you out of this, Hana. Rest now… Namjoon hyung will be here soon and we have a long night ahead of us, you and I.”

I could feel my mind churn at that, confusion warring with apprehension because why was Jungkook inserting himself in tonight? What did he have to do with Namjoon and I ?

Sleep beckoned and I found myself slipping into the darkness before I could fully ponder on his words.

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I woke up sweaty and damp , body overheated and my head foggy. I made to move and felt my heart pound when I realized my hands were tied up to the headboard. I blinked, only to be met with darkness because there was something tied around my eye as well.

“Jungkook?!” I called out panicking and there was a low chuckle.

And then a very familiar scent.

Namjoon.

I sagged in relief.

“Joon…it’s you….” I breathed out . “ Come on, do we really have to do this right away? I wanna see you…” I whispered desperately.

Fingers brushed over my ankle and I jumped.

“Namjoon?” I whispered . The bed dipped next to me, and I felt the brush of his shirt against my bare arm. It was soft and silky , familiar because I’d bought it for him for his birthday and he’d sent me a pic of him wearing it, from the airport today.

“Okay… I’ll play.” I laughed softly. “ Just untie me… I wanna touch you..”

“Sshhh…..” A finger pressed against my lip and I startled. Throat dry, I gulped.

But I didn’t say anything, biting my lips nervously as I felt him climb over me, one knee on either side of mine, fingers curling on my thighs, lips pressing against my cheek. I sighed, relishing the soft press of his lips, up and down my neck, the damp wetness of his tongue as he licked the skin right after, teeth nipping gently and then with more force.

I trembled as soft fingers tugged on my negligee tugging the fabric up and away from my body, raising it up till it pooled near my chest. I felt the tug on my panties, yanking the fabric off and then the weight of him went away, a breathy exhale that sounded both calm and somehow desperate, his body moving down to lightly hold my knees, parting my legs.

I bent my knees, spreading my thighs the way he clearly wanted me to, hearing him groan in return. He used his thumbs to gently part the damp folds of my centre and I felt my entire body shudder at the press of his tongues against the most intimate parts of me.

Choking, I could only lay there and take it, his tongue licking the slick folds, over and over again with an almost curious insistence, like he was tasting me for the first time and I could feel his body trembling on the bed as he did. I felt his teeth tug on the hardened nub, bruising hard and yet somehow almost playful and cheeky and I found myself squirming in pleasure, wetness seeping out of me .

The tip of his finger found my slit, running up and done the length of it in a slow, gentle caress, gathering the moisture there and I trembled when he reached my clit, gently rubbing circles on the little bundle before moving back down to trace my entrance. I was so wet, getting wetter by the second and I’d never wanted to be fucked so bad.

“Please…..baby… I want you ….in me…” I choked out and he chuckled, a little mischievous and unlike him.

The finger dipped in, shallow and barely in and I whimpered in desperation.

“More.. Please…. I want more.. Want you… Its been so long…”

I felt him move back at that and then he was there, right between my legs. I felt the clink of metal as he unbuckled himself, the sound of his zipper and the rustle of fabric as he pushed his trousers off. I could feel the hard muscles of his thigh against the back of mine as he scooted closer, felt the brush of his hard length against my center, the head dipping in just lightly.

He pushed forward, driving in with so much force that my entire body shuddered in shock. And in just that second, I knew, with dawning horror…….

This was not Namjoon.

I screamed, so loud my own ears rang and  a palm pressed down into my mouth, forceful and unrelenting. And terrifyingly unfamiliar.

“Hana…” Jungkook’s voice near my ear made me choke on my tears, my mind splintering in shock and betrayal, body going rigid in terror as he pulled out , only to slide back in.

“Knew it would be worth it, keeping myself pure for you….” He crooned against my skin and I whimpered, wetness spilling over my eyelashes as I tried to squirm away, my mind body and soul only screaming for the man I loved.

“Don’t worry about anything ….Hyung’s in a better place now. “ Jungkook chuckled deeply and I felt my skin go ice cold at the implication. He moved his hand away and I coughed, choking.

“Jungkook….”

The blind fold came off and he kept pumping into me, hips moving erratically, no rhythm or grace and it was obvious he’d never done this before, obvious in the way he looked : blissed out and feral, eyes unfocused as he stared down at me. I felt him tremble and shake, before going still . I felt warm wetness flood my insides and bile rose, nausea making breathing difficult. He stayed on me and inside me, his body so large and immovable, heavy and suffocating over my own.

“what are you doing Jungkookie?” I sobbed out in disbelief and he glared at me.

“What does it fucking look like I’m doing? I’m taking what I fucking deserve….” He snarled. “ Two fucking years…. He doesn’t deserve you. Spends all his days and nights holed up in that studio of his with his friends….leaves you to fend for yourself. You deserve to be waited on, hand and foot… you deserve the world, hana…and he wouldn’t let you experience any of it. Fucking bastard….

“No… No.. God …no..” I choked out. It was the shirt.

He was wearing Namjoon’s shirt. And his cologne. The shirt I knew my boyfriend had been wearing today. How did he get it??

Jungkook brushed his fingers on my cheeks .

“What’s wrong baby? Are you worried about him? Wondering where he is…” He chuckled. “ I told you..he’s in a better place right now..”

“No… you’re lying..you wouldn’t…”

“Wouldn’t I? You know me that well , hana?” He teased.

No. No I didn’t I didn’t know him at all.

“How about this? If you marry me…. If you let me have this dream wedding with my dream girl…. “ He smirked,” If you let me love you the way you deserve , maybe I’ll take you to visit him…someday. ”

I closed my eyes.

I couldn’t process what I’d just heard… I didn’t know… if he was bluffing. What if he had actually killed-

I couldn’t believe that. I couldn’t. It would break me.

“Okay… Just…please don’t hurt him…” I whispered.

Jungkook smiled.

“Just relax Hana. Everything’s going to be okay.”

AUTHORS NOTE : THIS IS LITERALLY MY FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS PURELY OUT OF IDLE CURIOSITY

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[marauders-venting]

Pardon My French

pairing: wolfstar (sirius x remus)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

words: 3556

note: thank you to @ probably_wizardingworld_artist on instagram for helping me translate things into french. also i got some of the lines that sirius says from this website https://www.fluentu.com/blog/french/french-pick-up-lines/

a/n: if you dont speak french (like me) dont look up a translation! everything will be clear by the end of the fic and its more fun if you find out along with remus. i mean, i cant really stop you if you want to translate the sentences but thats just my advice :)

Remus was sitting in the library, a French to English dictionary open on his lap, sighing in frustration as he flipped through the pages. For the past couple of weeks, Sirius had taken to murmuring things in French under his breath and it drove Remus crazy that he didn’t know what they meant. He had asked Sirius on several occasions but Sirius always refused to tell him. But the fact that he didn’t understand the words wasn’t the only reason it drove him crazy when Sirius spoke French. It’s not Remus’ fault that Sirius sounds really hot when his lips curve around the words in “the language of love”.

Remus tries not to think about it but it’s becoming increasingly more difficult because every time they’re alone together Sirius seems to find something to say in French (if only to piss Remus off).

The last time Sirius had said something in French to him had been last weekend. It was the first sunny weekend since the winter and Marlene had suggested that they all go down to the lake for a swim.

Remus’ brain could barely form a single coherent thought from the moment Sirius took off his shirt; he was too busy trying not to stare. He remembered jumping into the lake and trying to get warm by swimming to the far side, away from all his friends. Sirius had followed him to make sure he was okay.

“I’m fine,” he had said, smiling slightly at Sirius. “Just cold.”

“Oh okay,” Sirius said, looking relieved. He had glanced back at their friends before whispering, “On devrait t’arrêter pour excès de beauté sur la voie publique” and submerging his head in the water and swimming back to James, Peter, Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, Mary and Alice. Remus had felt a shiver down his spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

Then there was the time that Sirius had skipped Quidditch practice to visit Remus in the hospital wing after a particularly bad full moon. James, being the captain, had been able to delay the practice so that he and Peter could come to visit as well but they had to practice for the game the following day. James had to be at the practice because he was the captain and Peter had to be there because they didn’t have another Keeper to fill in. But James had given Sirius permission to stay with Remus (which showed just how terrible he felt that he couldn’t stay as well). They watched a bit of the practice from the hospital wing but Remus was getting frustrated, having to stay in a hospital bed for so long. So, after clearing it with Madam Pomfrey, Sirius helped Remus climb all the way to the Astronomy Tower. They sat up there watching the sunset when Sirius said, “Il y a tellement de soleil dans tes yeux que je bronze quand tu me regardes.”

“Ugh, do you make it your life goal to patronize me?” Remus had said.

“Of course, Moony, what else would I live for?”

“Are you ever going to stop doing that?” he asked.

“Probably not,” Sirius had replied, grinning at him. “It’s too much fun.”

“Why do you even bother?” Remus said. “You know I don’t understand a single word of what you’re saying. Why don’t you go talk to someone who speaks French?”

“Because then they’d know what I was saying,” Sirius replied simply. He had refused to answer any more of his questions.

Remus had needed to spend that night in the hospital wing again. All night, Sirius’ voice rang through his head but every time he tried to make something coherent of it, actually words or letters or even sounds, he couldn’t. He could never remember what Sirius had said long enough to actually look it up or ask anyone.

But lately, Remus had noticed that Sirius had been repeating the same sentence in French practically every day. He recognises the sound of the words in Sirius’ mouth.

So today, Remus waited until he was alone with Sirius, waited for Sirius to say what Remus knew he would. And when he did Remus repeated the words in his head a million times until he remembered them. And now Remus was in the library and looking up the words in a dictionary. 

He knew that he could’ve gone to Lily and asked her to translate it for him but he didn’t want to. He knows it’s stupid but he feels like this is something that Sirius is saying to him and only to him. Remus had never heard Sirius whisper in French to anyone else. And as much as Remus pretended to be annoyed by it, he actually liked that he had this with Sirius. He liked that they had something that was just their own. And even though it was probably nothing, he didn’t want to share it with Lily right now.

Chaque jour je tombe plus amoureux de toi. That was the sentence. Remus looked up each word individually and came to the conclusion that he must have heard wrong or maybe the words were spelt differently to how they were pronounced. Because there was no way in hell that Sirius had said these words to him. It was impossible. Right? Remus didn’t know. And he knew that the only way he could be sure was by asking Lily. He had asked Sirius a million times to no avail. And he needs to know what Sirius has been saying to him, especially now that there’s a chance… No, Remus tells himself, you just translated wrong. Don’t get your hopes up. So Remus gives in. He’d rather ask Lily and find out what Sirius has been saying to him every day for the last month than keep this to himself without even understanding it.

“Hey Lily,” he started, getting her attention. Remus had waited until the two of them were alone, just in case he had translated right. Which he hadn’t. He knows he translated it wrong. But he’d still rather nobody knew about it. “What does ‘chaque jour je tombe plus amoureux de toi’ mean?” He fumbled across the words a bit, hearing how terrible his pronunciation was. Lily looked at him, her eyebrows raised.

“Where on earth did you hear that sentence?” she asked.

“I read it somewhere,” Remus lied easily. “So what does it mean?”

“It means ‘every day, I fall more in love with you.’” Remus’ jaw dropped open. “Remus, who told you they’re in love with you?”

“What? Nobody! What makes you think someone said that to me?”

“You said that you read that sentence somewhere but if you had read it, you would have no idea how to pronounce it. Besides the look on your face when I told you what it means is more than enough. So who was it?”

“None of your business,” he said. “But y–you’re kidding, right? That’s not actually what it means. Right?”

“No, I’m not kidding, Rem. That’s what it means,” she replied, laughing at the look on his face. “Come on, tell me who it was.”

“No fucking way,” Remus said. “Besides, they’re probably joking. I mean… no, they’re definitely joking.” Lily shrugged.

“Just ask them,” she said. “And then you have to tell me who your secret admirer is.” She poked him in the side.

“Stooooop,” he said, jumping away from her and laughing against his will. “I’m going.” He got up and started walking away.

“Have fun with your mystery lover,” she called after him without looking back. Remus rolled his eyes but his mind was racing. So apparently he hadn’t been wrong. That was what Sirius had said to him. What does this even mean? He’s teasing you, said a voice in his head, like always. Sirius doesn’t love you. Not like that. But he said he does. Don’t be stupid. Sirius isn’t in love with you. He’s joking. Like always.

The next time Sirius said it, they were in the Room of Requirement. Sirius had ambushed Remus in the middle of his prefect rounds with Lily levitating a cardboard box in midair. Typical. He had practically given Remus a heart attack by interrupting his conversation with Lily, leaving Remus to wonder just how much of the conversation he had overheard.

“So have you talked to your mystery French lover yet?” Lily had teased. Remus groaned.

“No, I haven’t,” he said. “And I probably won’t.”

“Why not?” Lily demanded. “They’re being very romantic, Remus, you should at least appreciate their effort.”

“I’d appreciate it more if they’d just tell me what the fuck they want instead of sending me coded messages that they know I don’t understand,” Remus grumbled.

“Moonyyyyy,” Sirius said, coming up from behind him. Remus jumped, turning around, heart racing in his chest.

“Sirius? What are you doing here?” he asked. “You know it’s after hours, right?” Sirius snorted.

“Yes, Remus, I am fully aware of the fact that I’m breaking a school rule,” he said, smirking.

“Are you aware that technically Remus and I have to turn you in?” Lily said.

“Ah, but do you really plan on doing that, Evans?” Sirius asked.

“That depends,” she replied. “Why are you here?”

“Right,” Sirius remembered, then he turned to Remus. “James forgot to put this box with the rest of the stuff for tomorrow so I said I’d take it. And you’re coming with me.”

“Remind me why again?” Remus said.

“Moony, come on, don’t make me go alone. I’ll be lonely,” Sirius pouted.

“You are insufferable, did you know that?”

“And yet, you’ve tolerated me for 6 years now.”

“Yeah, the keyword there is ‘tolerated’,” Remus said, rolling his eyes. “Lils…” he started, turning to her.

“Nope,” she said before he could even ask. “No way. You are not leaving me to do these rounds alone because then I’ll die of boredom. So unless you want me to tell McGonagall that your planning something for tomorrow, you’re going to finish this floor with me and then I’ll go back to the common room and you can do whatever the fuck you want.”

“Evans…” Sirius pouted.

“Nope, that’s non-negotiable, Black. Also, do I want to ask?” She gestured to the hovering box.

“The less you know, the better,” he said. “Although, I would avoid the classrooms near the dungeons tomorrow if I were you.” She nodded and Remus thought he saw her smile slightly for a second.

“You go on, I’ll catch up,” he said to Sirius, knowing that Lily’s mind would not be changed. He couldn’t blame her. He wouldn’t have let her leave him to finish this chore alone either. She was right, it was painstakingly boring. Which is why he would much rather be with Sirius. But it was only fair that he finished tonight’s rounds with her; she did cover for him around the full moon, after all.

Sirius pouted but knew better than to argue and turned to go to the Room of Requirement. Remus watched him and he disappeared up a flight of stairs. Only then did he notice Lily was smirking at him.

“What?” he asked, sounding a bit defensive.

“So Sirius is your secret French admirer?” she said.

“W–What?” he spluttered. “What makes you think that?”

“Well, for one, the look on your face when he showed up right behind us while we were talking about your mystery lover,” Lily said. “It was the look people make when you’ve just been talking about someone and then they show up and you’re worried that they may have overheard you.”

“That… is a very specific look,” Remus said, avoiding the question she was asking.

“Then you smiled at him when you called him insufferable,” she said.

“So?”

“So it was one of those I’m-smiling-at-you-while-I’m-teasing-you-cause-I’m-secretly-in-love-with-you smiles.”

“Again, that's a very specific expression,” he said.

“Look, I know you like him, so will you just admit it already?”

“Why? What good would that information do you? It’s for me to worry about and for Sirius to never discover, ever.”

“Remus, you’re kidding, right?” she said. “Sirius literally told you that he loves you, in French no less.”

“Exactly, Lily. In French. If he actually meant it, why would he say it in a language that he knows I don’t understand? He just knew that I would look it up and he wanted to make some joke.”

“I really don’t think so, Remus,” Lily said, shaking her head. “I think he really loves you.”

“He doesn’t,” Remus said. “He can’t. Not like that.”

“Remus, do you love him?” she asked. Remus closed his eyes.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I love him.”

“So why are you doing this to yourself? Just ask him what he meant when he said it. You don’t even have to tell him anything, just ask him what he meant.”

“But… what if he says it was a joke?”

“First of all, I don’t think he will,” Lily said. “But if he does, that’s what you’re expecting, isn’t it? It won’t be a surprise or anything.”

“I know, I know, I just…” Remus sighed and looked away from her. “I don’t think I’m ready to hear him say it. To be properly rejected.”

“Oh, Rem,” she said. They had reached the end of the corridor and Lily stopped to hug him. “Obviously I’m not going to make you do anything. You know what I think. Go find Sirius now, he’ll be waiting for you. Do what you think is right.”

“Yeah,” Remus said, hugging her back. “Yeah, okay.” So Lily went in the direction of the common room and Remus went to the Room of Requirement.

He found Sirius sitting with his back against the wall, the box beside him.

“You’re an idiot,” Remus told him, trying to put the conversation with Lily out of his mind. “You’re practically begging to get caught.” Sirius shrugged.

“I was waiting for you,” he said. “Come on, let’s go in.” They paced back and forth in front of the wall three times. We need a place to hide our things, Remus thought. A door appeared and Sirius opened it, leading the box in with his wand. They had been here before to hide loads of things. The room was pretty cluttered from years of students dumping their things in it but they knew where exactly to hide the box so that they’d be able to find it tomorrow when they needed it. Remus followed Sirius through aisles upon aisles of junk, looking at all the broken, discarded things people threw in here.

They found the corner where they’d left everything else and Sirius added the box to the rest of the pile.

“Are we done here?” Remus asked.

“Yep, we can leave now,” Sirius said. They had started walking back towards the door when Remus heard Sirius say it from behind him.

“Chaque jour je tombe plus amoureux de toi.” Remus turns to him and stops him in his tracks.

“Pads, why do you keep saying that? Who are you talking to?”

“Remus, you are aware that you’re the only one here right? I’m talking to you.”

“Then why… why are you—?”

“I know, I know, you don’t understand French,” Sirius says. “That’s why it's fun. It’s amusing to know something that you don’t, for once.”

“Sirius… I know what that sentence means,” Remus says quietly. Sirius’ neck snaps up.

“What?”

“I know what that sentence means,” Remus repeats.

“No, you don’t,” Sirius says, shaking his head.

“Yeah, I do. I asked Lily after the last time you said it. She translated for me.”

“Fuck, I didn’t know Lily could speak French,” Sirius says, rubbing a hand over his face. “So… so this whole time you’ve known what I’m saying? So you know that I… you know that I… oh god, Remus I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I didn’t want to… I was just…” Sirius starts to back away, shaking his head and looking anywhere but at Remus. Remus reaches out and grabs his hand.

“Don’t go,” Remus says. “Sirius. Is it a joke? Are you making a joke? Actually, no, don’t tell me. Cause if it’s a joke I’d rather you bury me under all the crap in this room and spare me the pain.”

“What?”

“It’s not a joke, is it?” Remus asked, a pleading look in his eyes.

“No,” Sirius said, softly. “It’s not a joke. I’m sorry, Remus, I didn’t mean to—”

“Shh,” Remus said, pressing a finger to Sirius’ lips. “Sirius,” Remus tucked Sirius’ hair behind his ear. Remus was vaguely aware of Sirius stepping towards him, towards his touch. “I love you, too.” Sirius gapes at him

“Really?” he whispers.

“Yeah,” Remus says. He’s still holding Sirius’ hand. He pulls Sirius closer and lets his other hand graze Sirius’ cheek.

“Puis-je t'embrasser?” Sirius whispers.

“Pads, I… I don’t know what that means.” Sirius lets out a small laugh and looks down at the floor. Then he looks back up at Remus, his grey eyes glistening in the last sliver of sunlight. He’s biting his lip.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” Remus says, without thinking. He feels the blush blooming on his cheeks but Sirius is already kissing him, rising on his tip-toes to make his lips reach Remus’. Remus feels electric currents dancing around his body, unable to contain the excitement. He’s kissing Sirius. Sirius is kissing him back. Sirius loves him. Sirius loves him in the same way that he loves Sirius. Sirius is snaking his hands around Remus’ waist pulling him closer. Sirius’ hair is soft, tangled between his fingers. Sirius is here, in his arms, and it’s everything Remus has been wanting and more.

“Wait, so now can you tell me everything you’ve been saying in French the whole time?” They’re sitting in the same large armchair, hands still linked together, legs tucked against their chests, knees and thighs and hips pressed together. Remus is very aware of every point where his skin is making contact with Sirius’. He’s counting them.

They found the armchair in the Room of Requirement; it’s unclear to them whether the chair is something that’s been dumped in the room by somebody else or if the room conjured it up because they were looking for it. 

Neither one of them wants to go back to the common room yet. Remus doesn’t want to see Lily’s smirk and to have to admit she was right at the moment. He’ll do that tomorrow. Right now, all he wants is to be with Sirius. To press little kisses to his nose, his cheeks, his jaw, his lips just because he can.

“Oh god,” Sirius says, burying his face in between Remus’ shoulder and the back of the armchair. “It’s like you want me to embarrass myself.”

“This surprises you?” Remus kisses the corner of his mouth. Then his jaw. Then his neck. Just because he can. “Please.”

“Ah fine,” Sirius gives in. “Um, what do you want to know?”

“What did you say that day at the lake?” Remus asks.

“Oh that. I said, ‘on devrait t’arrêter pour excès de beauté sur la voie publique’. It means uh… ugh, you’re going to laugh at me for this. It means ‘you should be arrested for excessive beauty in public’,” Sirius said, blushing. Remus rolled his eyes but he felt his cheeks heat too. He smiles a little.

“What about that day on the Astronomy Tower?” he continues.

“Ugh,” Sirius buries his face in his hands. “You’re trying to kill me. I said, ‘il y a tellement de soleil dans tes yeux que je bronze quand tu me regardes’. Which means, uh… ‘there’s so much sun in your eyes that I get a tan when you look at me.’”

“You’re quite the poet, aren’t you?” Remus smiles. “And what about tonight?”

“I thought you said you knew what that meant,” Sirius says. “Or were you bluffing the whole time?”

“No, I know what it means,” Remus says. “I just want to hear you say it. In English this time, please.”

“So demanding,” Sirius teases. “I’ve said it in French a million times already and you want me to say it in English? What difference does it make?”

“Well, none to you, you speak both languages.”

“Oh, alright,” Sirius says. It’s the first time Remus has seen his face really go red. He decides he likes it. “Every day I fall more in love with you.” Remus can’t hide his smile, nor does he want to, as he leans in to kiss Sirius. He brushes his lips against Sirius’ timidly before connecting them, his hand caressing Sirius’ cheek. Remus loses count of the points of contact between him and Sirius as their bodies melt together and Remus worries that he’s about to wake up from a dream. But when he feels Sirius’ hand gently tracing the scars on his hand he knows that this is real, that Sirius can really love him. Sirius does love him.

People come to the Room of Requirement to throw things away, to hide things that they don’t want anybody else to know about, to leave things they never want to see again. But that night, Remus didn’t just leave something in the Room of Requirement. He found something, too.

[luvyanfei]

anon said. how about fluffy hcs with xiao, zhongli and xingqui taking their s/o out on a first date?

XIAO.

he already finds it difficult just to ask you to hold him without losing his cool, so how can he possibly bring up the idea of inviting you on a date? actually, he probably never knew the word ‘date’ even existed until he heard a passing couple staying over at wangshu inn dreamily talking about how they wish they could go to see the lantern rite festival in liyue harbor together for their first date. a first date, huh? now that he thinks about it, xiao never did properly try to court you, did he? it was always you who approached him first, who held your hand out to him, who confessed that you love him. you’re already giving so much dedication in this relationship. it’s the least he can do to return your affections, not just because he’s feeling a bit indebted, but because he’s your lover. unfortunately, being the awkward yaksha that he is, xiao overthinks the situation and complicates it more than he should.

every chance he gets is blown up by his anxiousness. whenever you come and visit him at the inn, you almost think that he’s angry with you from the way he throws you vicious glares. unbeknownst to you, xiao is actually making that tense face because he’s trying very hard, too hard in fact, to think of the best way to ask you out on a date and seeing you just makes him all the more nervous. he regrets it every time you step into the elevator while giving him a goodbye wave and saying you’ll come visit again. sure, he gets another chance to try and ask you out again, but he also has another chance to fail as well.

when you visit him for lunch, xiao quickly rehearses the words he wants to say to you in the back of his head before coming to greet you. ‘i overheard from a guest in the inn talking about a lantern rite festival. if you mortal, no, [name], desires to go, i can possibly set aside time to accompany you.’ keep it cool, yet short. taking a deep breath to compose himself, xiao walks over to greet you, er, well actually, you’re the one doing the greeting instead, and you settle down to eat. the sweet taste of the almond tofu that you generously bought for him blossoms in his mouth and he loses track of time till your departure. before you leave once more to allow the poor yaksha to wallow in his self-regret again, you stop yourself and turn around to face xiao. tucking your hair behind your ear and giving your best, most radiant smile you can offer to him, you shyly ask if he’d like to tag along with you to the lantern rite festival. “we’ve never been on a date before and i’d love to go to the festival with you and release xiao lanterns together.”

... what? how? his mouth almost opens up in disbelief, as he struggles to keep a stoic expression. ex-excuse him?! that’s supposed to be his line! he’s in shock at how easily you were able to say something that he’s been having trouble sputtering out. you mortals never fail to surprise him. he shakes his head and bitterly scowls, that you almost step back in fright. almost, until he starts speaking, that is. “why is it you? i should have been the one to ask you on a date first, not you!” he’s almost on the brink of tears from the frustration he currently holds on himself. 

a relationship is always about give and take, no? it’s like when zhongli has so kindly decided to save him from the clutches of the cruel abuse he endured endlessly, of course he was forever in debt to rex lapis. surely, it’s the same with you, isn’t it? when xiao tells you this, you immediately start laughing. you calmly explain to him that your relationship isn’t like a form of contract where he’s expected to always repay you back for every gift you give to him. as long as he’s there for you, that’s more than enough of a reward, you say, before plopping a chaste kiss to his cheek.  

“finally, you’re here. what took you so long?” xiao speaks to you with indifference concealing the relief that you actually came. he trails his sharp eyes to inspect your dressed up form and blushes slightly. “you look nice.”

immediately, your eyes widen at his underhanded compliment. did- did you hear that right? biting his lower lip gently, xiao clasps your hand in his, ignoring your astounded reaction, as he squeezes it reassuringly while watching the colourful fireworks light up the murky night.

without thinking, he turns to you when you’re focused on the display of bursting lights reflecting in your eyes, and murmurs to himself softly, “i hope you’ll spend the rest of your time with me, for however long it’ll last.”

XINGQIU.

of course, a date with xingqiu has to be extravagant and sophisticated to the last touch, right? guess again. he may come from a wealthy family, but that doesn’t mean he shares the same interest a selfish, pampered noble may have. he prefers something more simple, yet sentimental. confined in his household with nothing to do but bury his head in a book, he’s picked up some ideas for your date from the romance stories he’s read. surprisingly, they’re all rather cliché.  

the first thing he makes you guys do is go out in the blazing summer day to get yourselves a cool beverage. he explicitly asks the cashier to give him one straw [do they even exist in the game?] and smiles slyly as he thanks them and brings the drinks to you. when you ask about it, thinking that maybe he forgot, all he does is smirk before saying, “there’s no need, my liege. we can share, unless you’d rather melt in the sweltering sun, that is.” he winks teasingly. you... don’t really have much of a choice in the matter. as you stroll around the harbor together, you take turns drinking from the only straw and a wave of consciousness washes over you gradually. wait, isn’t this like an indirect kiss? you place a hand to your gaping mouth after sucking on the straw that xingqiu pressed his lips on merely seconds ago. you should know by now, how bold he is underneath his polite façade. 

after you finish sipping your drink - tediously at that, you both agree on going to the library to read books together since the heat is pretty unbearable to do anything enjoyable. xingqiu recommends you to try reading some of his personal favorites and you do the same as well. he’s thrilled to have a reading buddy now since it’s boring being here by himself. 

while you’re immersed in the novel that you randomly picked from the bookshelf, every now and then, xingqiu will look up from the pages of his book and faintly smile to himself, glad that you’re enjoying yourself.

the sun was setting and the stars started to appear in the pastel pink and orange of the evening sky. you place back the last book and stretch your arms, before turning to xingqiu. sighing, you give him a quick goodbye kiss on the cheek and softly say your farewell.

as you’re about to make your leave for the day, xingqiu halts you with his words, “wait. there’s something i need to do before we can end this date.” nonchalantly, he plucks a book from its shelf, opens its pages, and uses it to block the sunlight drifting through the transparent window glass, effectively shielding his vision from the public eye as he pulls you in for a passionate kiss.

his free hand finds its way combing through the back of your head to deepen the kiss. when he’s satisfied enough, the boy detaches his lips from yours and lightly rubs the flesh of your cheek with a finger, while placing the book down on a nearby table. you keep your eyes fixated on him as he licks the edges of his lips.

“that felt nice,” xingqiu murmurs, “you’re so sweet, i’d hate for anyone else to savor in this pleasant moment with you other than i. shall we continue this again on our next date too?”

ZHONGLI.

the first thing he does is make sure to bring mora, this time. it would be highly inconsiderate of mr. zhongli to have you pay for the expenses of this fine date. he’s one to take things nice and slow. sure, time is unfortunately measured and limited, but he wants to make the most of it with you, a mortal who, just like any other being, has a beginning and end to your life. zhongli wants to shower you in all the beauty and joy this world has to offer while you’re still here with him.

he may be a gentle-spoken and polite individual, but please don’t mistaken him as being shy in any way. he shows up to your residence one afternoon and presents you a bouquet of your preferred flowers while he asks if you would consider accompanying him on a date. you take the bundled up flowers, carefully stroking a petal as if it’s made of fragile glass and accepts his proposal with open arms. 

he takes you out to an expensive restaurant in the night of liyue and helps you select the best dishes. after you’re finished with your lavish and sophisticated meals, zhongli ushers you outside where you’re greeted with fresh air, a contrast to the suffocation you felt back at the restaurant. sure, the place is grand and your hunger is well-satiated, yet despite wearing your best clothing, you felt out of place there, like a commoner surrounded by nobles. 

when you express your earlier discomfort to zhongli, his eyes are filled with shame and he’s already apologizing like the gentleman he is. guiltily, you tell him it’s fine and you ask if you can show him something before you have to head on home. he ponders in thought before agreeing, walking hand in hand with you to your unknown destination. 

the chilling night breeze bites at your bare skin as you instantly shiver. this doesn’t go unnoticed in zhongli’s sharp eyes and he’s already unbuttoning his jacket. he drapes the coat over your shoulder blades and rubs his gloved hands on your cold fingertips to preserve warmth. “are you feeling cold perhaps? maybe we should head back?” you stop him before he can guide you back to the harbor. 

“i’m okay now. thank you for your concern.” you say to ease his poor mind. he nods and you both continue on. the walk uphill takes a while, but it’s worth it when you finally reach the top. your eyes widen in amazement as you witness the glimmering stars splayed across the pitch darkness of the sky. “zhongli, look. do you like it?” he simply nods, but all of his attention is focused on you.

zhongli grins down at your childishly excited face, pausing for a hesitant minute before he carefully places his hands on top of your shoulders. you look up at him in confusion and is about to question him, but any sound that comes out is cut off by his lips ensnaring yours in a kiss. you’re astounded by his intimate move, but you revel in his touch in a matter of seconds. 

he hopes, as he tightens his hold, that you’ll stay with him always, till your last breath. 

tagging. @scarymoosh

[ktheist]

girls like you [don’t] run ‘round with guys like me | m

characters. popular!reader x shy!jimin

genre. college au. rich kids au. fwb au. eventual ceo au. eventual racer au.

words. 4k

warnings. 18+

note. this is a repost. tumblr messed up my exposure last time. this fic didn’t show up in search and it’s probably a third post of mine that ends up like this. this one probably won’t either but posting bc someone might see it and like it.

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It’s easy to tell when Park Jimin is in love.

Unlike Kim Seokjin, his eccentric, dad joke-loving friend, Jimin would only wear the pastel pink when he’s feeling giggly and shy and mushy inside.

The source of said feelings being either the barista he goes to get his daily dose of coffee from, or the girl at the library he studies at during finals or well, right now it’s the girl he’s fucking almost every day of the week - you.

“What are you doing?” Seokjin looks at him like he just dumped a spoonful of salt in a broth that needs a little, teensy bit of sugar.

Or his face seems to say that as he goes on, “she’s a mean girl. She’s mean.”

Jimin isn’t sure if Seokjin’s aware that he’s just repeated the same thing twice.

“She calls you Chim!” The older man reiterates.

“Yeah, it’s…” Jimin trails off, the heartwarming image of you cuddling into him after yet another mindblowing sex, flashing at the back of his mind, “...her pet name for me.”

“Sounds to me like she can’t remember your actual name,” Min Yoongi interjects from the couch he’s claimed for himself ever since they got to their usual hangout.

It’s a penthouse Jimin’s parents bought him on his 18th birthday. Him and the boys would hang around there after they’re done with classes or just need a place to crash whenever they have problems with their girlfriends or boyfriends or parents or any sort of problem that renders their usual room not sleepable.

“I think we can just agree we have different wants,” Jeongguk - or the sanest of them all, as Jimin likes to call him - chirps in, taking a bite of the apple he got from the fridge.

“Exactly,” Jimin throws his hands up as if freed from his elder friends’ judge-filled eyes. The vibration of his phone in his lap gives him even more comfort to know that he finally has an excuse to slip away - he checks his phone, your name flashing in the bubble that says ‘hey, wyd?’

“I have to go, it’s ___.”

A series of groans and hollers equally erupts from the men in the room at the realization of what Jimin’s ‘having to go’ means.

And so it goes. Jimin finds himself under your blanket that smells like fresh laundry - it’s a nude green color compared to the pleated black and white from last time. Your head is on his chest and he’s caressing your hair like it’s the softest thing he’s ever laid his hands on.

Besides your boobs, that is.

“I was thinking… since we have Monday off… maybe we could-”

It’s the way you push yourself off him, eyes that are onto him gazing straight into his soul, “oh shoot, Monday’s a public holiday. I totally forgot! I have to meet my parents. My dad’s been nagging me to come back since I skipped Christmas and New Year.”

And there goes his chance to ask you out on a date.

“Oh yeah, what were you saying about Monday?”

Jimin wears the biggest fake smile he can muster, “just that… me and the boys are gonna hang out and we’re bringing our girlfriends and boyfriends and uh- doesn’t have to be someone you’re exclusively seeing,” he almost chokes at the almost-admittance that he has the fattest crush on you and wants to make it official by inviting you to a couple’s-only hang out, “but like, I don’t think I’m going, it’s boring anyway.”

He waves his hand dismissively, trying to play it cool.

You make a cooing sound, eyebrows knitting together as your lips pout cutely before a playful smile blooms on your face, “I know what you’re trying to say.”

“You do?” Jimin thinks he heard his heart dropping to his stomach.

“Yeah, you’re single and all the boys have someone special they’re gonna bring… it’s gonna be awkward as hell because they’re gonna act different because they’re around their special someone so you thought if I was there, it’d be more fun because at least you have a friend with you that’s not gonna act fake the whole time there but I can’t go so you decided you’re not going too like a minute ago.”

Silence lulls in after your analogy that you sound so sure of when, in fact, he has a whole list of things he’d do on the date which he may or may not have gone over a hundred times in his head.

Doesn’t matter now, since that date is a no-go.

He’s going to delete that list off his phone once he gets to his place and drink himself silly until he wipes it out of his mind.

“Yeah,” Jimin says a moment later, “yeah… I mean, girls in love are cute but boys in love are just… annoying.”

The week flies by without Jimin ever mentioning Monday and you’ve showed him the clothes you’re going to wear to visit your parents because apparently-

“It’s lunch at some five star Michelin restaurant and I think they’re gonna tell me they’re getting a divorce,” your voice drifts into the room from the open, walk-in closet.

“If they’re not in some long, dreadful battle on who gets the holiday house with the pool and the dogs - how do I look?” You step out, in a frilly creme sweater with a black ribbon tied around the collar of your white undershirt with a black pleated skirt that stops mid-thighs, just inches from your black stockings.

A glaring contrast to your collection of washed out skinny jeans, plain t-shirts and sneakers.

“You… look…” Jimin knows he should stop openly ogling at your never-before-seen drip but there’s just something about the creme colored sweater.

“Like a good girl?” You offer with a smile Jimin couldn’t quite put a name to. Somehow he notices a trace of sadness in your eyes, but you disappear into the closet too soon.

“I’ll think about what to wear the morning I need to wear it,” you’re in the middle of pulling off the sweater when Jimin comes up behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your boobs like they’re his.

The sound of your giggle is music to his ears.

That is, until his boner brushes against your butt and you gasp, “Chim! We just did it.”

“I know but you look so cute in that sweater.” He sounds exactly like Jeongguk. Like a fuckboy.

Like one of the boys you got tired of before you finally noticed him, the quiet, shy guy who’s friends with the outgoing, baby-faced Jeon Jeongguk whom - Jimin hates to admit it but he thinks about this every once so often and gets jealous all on his own - you’ve humped and dumped.

How you and Jeongguk still manage to stay friends and tease each other about the other’s choice of partners, Jimin doesn’t know.

It’s like a twin calling the other ugly.

He wonders if you and him will still stay friends after…

Jimin pushes the thought out of his mind. It’s not hard to forget everything when he’s with you - when he’s kissing you on the mouth like you’re the only girl he’ll want to spend the rest of his college life with and maybe his old days with together too.

“Chim, I can’t get my shirt creased,” you say but you’re already dripping wet and laying down in said shirt that’s half ridden up from him sucking and biting on your nipples.

He stopped you when you tried to take off your clothes.

“I’ll wash it and iron it for you,” he negotiates just as he rolls the condom over his length.

The sound of your giggle makes his heart skip a beat. Or maybe that’s the libido?

Either way, your mouth clamps shut when he pulls you down against him by the dip of your waist.

A different kind of hymn leaves your lips as Jimin throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of you around him.

When Monday rolls around, Jimin’s lying on the bean bag with his two legs sprawled over the floor. The boys are all out with either their significant others, working part-time or at a party.

The worn out baseball Jimin’s been tossing in the air and catching with one hand finally hits him square in the face when he hears the doorbell, signaling the presence of someone at the door and that someone being none of the boys because they would just punch in the code and strut in like they own the place.

Jimin thought maybe it’s Yoongi - the guy couldn’t even remember what he had for dinner and actually forgot the passcode to his own rental room once.

So he didn’t think to check who it was.

When your bright smile and slightly puffy eyes flash in front of him, Jimin thinks his soul just yeeted itself out of his body.

“Hey!” You sing song, holding up two plastic bags of beers and snacks.

It takes a moment for him to snap out of his stupor and grab them from your hands and then stepping aside to let you in.

“Is… everyone late or am I just early?” You sound increasingly confused as you step further into the center of the room, standing right next to the bean bag he was laying in just a moment ago.

“Oh-” he says once before he opens his mouth the second time, ready to spurt out another lie, “oh yeah… we decided not to ‘cause why hang out in a group when you can hang out with your significant other… you know, just the two of you… doing what couples do…”

“Huh,” you say, nodding though not quite believing him but you being you, easily lets it slide, plopping on the bean bag and grabbing the closest thing to you which is the ball that hit Jimin in the face - he’s sure he has a circular mark smack dab in the area on the top of his nose bridge, in between his eyes.

The dress you end up wearing is creme colored and riding up your thighs - Jimin swallows thickly and give extra attention to the bottle opener.

“So… how did lunch go?” He pops two beers open and hands one to you, taking a seat on Yoongi’s favorite couch and admiring how your dress is taking the shape of your body as gravity pulls it down.

“Oh, you know, everyone was being fake and acting like the perfect role in the family,” you put the beer down a few inches above your head so as to not tip it over with the ball you’re waving around but not throwing in the air like Jimin did.

“Sounds suffocating,” Jimin repeats a similar answer he gives whenever you use that dismissive tone while talking about your family.

“...are you okay?” Then he asks - and he’s genuinely asking - about your state of mind while casually downing the beer and feeling the bitterness lessen with every gulp.

The silence that lapses in between you is familiar.

“If I say no, can I get a hug?” It’s the look in your eyes, glimmering like the lake he used to go to in summer.

“Always,” he sets his beer down on the table next to the couch and goes over to you, standing on his knees before bending down and engulfing you in his arm.

You’ve always had a knack for picking yourself up.

When he sees you the next time, which is on instagram and a post of you having lunch with your friends, Jimin could hardly believe that’s the girl who asked him for a hug as if she’s afraid she’ll be putting him in an uncomfortable spot by asking for too much.

But there’s something…

Like an invisible wall made of ice that he can’t thaw through nor can he climb over to get to the other side where you are. Where you keep the people you love the closest. Closer than he’ll ever be.

Jeon Jeongguk is one of them.

In the picture of five people huddled close to fit in the frame, Jeongguk has his arm over you with a peace sign while you lean your head on his neck but not actually resting on it - like it’s an unconscious action you’d do because you’ve done that plenty of times.

Is it when you two were together?

Everyone he knows, knows that you and Jeongguk used to be more than just friends at some point.

Sometimes he still hears people talking about you two in passing.

‘Did ___ and Jeongguk get back together? I saw in Jeongguk’s snapstory - they were in a club or something.’

‘No way. There goes my chance of getting close with Jeongguk.’

‘Girl, with ___ hanging around him 24/7, do you think he’d look at girls like us?’

‘A girl can dream though.’

Jimin wanted to open his mouth and tell them they deserve way better than Jeon Jeongguk - though they’re not prettier than you.

He thinks you’re the loveliest girl on planet earth and if there was another life form on another planet, he’s almost a hundred percent sure you’d still be prettiest being in the universe with your obsession for skinny jeans and the way you’d unconsciously pout when he talks about how things weren’t going his way that day as if you would’ve exchanged your abundance of luck with his shitty one just because you’ve got that big of a heart and how you’d be walking with your friends, laughing and giggling and when you see him, you’d wave at him like you’re good friends.

Second only to Jeongguk and your friend group that you’re always hanging out with.

“Oh, ___? We were childhood friends.”

“Hmm… Gguk and I became friends because our parents are friends.”

The two of them say at different times and settings when Jimin asked, trying to play it cool. Like he isn’t just brimming with jealousy. Like he’s not half-way to losing his mind because the girl of his dreams just went to a retreat with his friend-of-a-friend-turned-actual-friend together when everyone else in the group who was excitedly planning for the trip - couldn’t make it.

The rooms at the inn weren’t even pre-booked. It was owned by Jeongguk’s family and they didn’t deposit any money for the trip for them to rationalize going on that trip anyway despite everyone else not being to go.

“The trip? It was fun, if you want we can go together next time.”

Jimin isn’t sure if you even mean that when he asked how the trip went after you’re glistening with the glow of after sex and scrolling through instagram, liking posts of everyone you know.

But then three months later, on your break, Jimin is hit with a ‘keep your schedule free next week for a whole week!!!’

Then he finds himself at a five star hotel by the beach with the most breathtaking view of the sea.

It wasn’t the inn owned by the Jeon’s but Jimin liked the fact that you brought him to a place - and he hopes his assumptions are true - your friends have never been before. Especially Jeongguk.

“Woah, this place is better than I thought,” a king sized bed lies directly across from the balcony where you’re standing, hair flying behind your back as the seaside breeze blows into the room.

“We can watch the sun rise and set from our bed,” Jimin comments for the sake of saying something.

He’s not sure what this means. He’s not sure if he should be having a boner at the thought of the two of you being together for a whole week without any other person getting in the way. He’s not sure if his heart should be thumping this fast.

For the first time since he’s known you, Park Jimin is the most unsure he’s ever been.

“You know what I wanna watch?” Your hands slip in his as you stand between him  and the open balcony door, “you under me, biting your lips because you’re still shy about the sound you make.”

So when you tug him back into the bedroom just minutes after checking in, naturally, Park Jimin follows like he’s been bewitched by your ungodly beauty.

Once the one week of nothing but heavenly morning wishes and passionate night kisses - oh, there was more than just kissing but Jimin remembers how your lips meld so perfectly together with his the most - Jimin is sure.

‘Something definitely changed.’

He thinks maybe it’s not impossible to dream of a future with you even after college.

“Jimin I-... I’m not at a point in life to be thinking about relationships,” you say, hand gripping your arm, head lowered as if your whole body is saying sorry.

“O-oh,” is all he says, he hearts his heart breaking and his chest caving.

All of a sudden, the lights in Gangnam city doesn’t seem so bright anymore.

You both live your last year pretending like the other doesn’t exist. He doesn’t look at you when he passes you and neither did you. Only talks to Jeongguk even though you’re right next to the aforementioned man - granted you were talking with your other friends like you didn’t even notice him there.

But Jimin’s never felt so invisible in his life than he does now.

Then, graduation rolls around and he thinks finally, he won’t have to walk through the hallway and pretend like he didn’t see you. Don't have to keep a five feet distance whenever you meet up for a group project.

Park Jimin doesn’t need to see your pretty face and starry eyes anymore.

“Jimin… do you have a minute?”

Or so he thought.

“So… congrats on surviving college,” you make small talk while standing just ten feet away from the boys whom he’s sure are speculating on what you’re talking about.

Jimin never got to prove to his friends that you’re not the mean, name-forgetting girl they all thought.

Jeongguk knows you’re not. He’s always backing Jimin up when Jimin’s debunking their passing accusations about you.

“Sometimes things just don’t work out between two people but doesn’t mean one of them is the bad guy.” Jeongguk's words put an end to their debate of whether Jimin deserved better than you or not.

For someone young, Jeongguk spoke his mind decidedly.

Jimin felt ashamed that he’d ever been jealous of Jeongguk’s relationship with you.

“I just… didn’t wanna leave things on a bad note. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings when I said no but I really like spending time with you - whether it’s sex or just staying over and cuddling for hours… I like it all.” You say the word sex and cuddle like they’re used interchangeably and Jimin thinks his heart just fluttered.

And you’d said it in public where your everyone can see or possibly pick up on what you were saying, at that.

Well, one thing’s for sure, you’ve got bigger balls than he does.

“My feelings are the same as six months ago and call me crazy but I don’t think you dislike me either.” He finally says and it feels like a deadweight has been lifted off his shoulders.

There comes that pout, as if something is bothering you and you always ever pout like that when that something concerns him.

“You kidding me? I can never dislike you.”

The Jimin from six months ago would have stared at you with disbelief and a dust of pink on his cheeks. But the Jimin he is now simply smiles, heart thumping in his chest. He nods.

“Thanks for telling me that,” and Jimin knows that’s the closest to an ‘I like you’ he can get with the girl who builds an ice fortress around her heart.

A whole year passes by and Jimin finds himself in different shades of grey every day, working at his dad’s company and attending dinner meetings. Life comes to a standstill while time passes him by.

“So, like, you have a sports car, right? Why don’t you come over to the race circuit after dinner? Everyone’s gonna be there.”

Jeongguk tells him over the phone.

And by ‘everyone’ he means the sons and daughters in the corporate world. It’s networking at its finest.

When he’s there, three cars are already racing in the circuit. The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of tires screeching against asphalt isn’t exactly his favorite but they have cheap booze instead of fine wine and he knows the people here are in for the same thing as he is.

An escape.

Away from the grandeur of fine wine and dinner dresses and the elders breathing down their necks and having to act like the next heir to the legacy they were born to carry.

“That Chevrolet over there,” Jeongguk comes, hand on Jimin’s back as his other one that’s holding a bottle of beer points at a red car that looks like a racing fireball, “everyone’s betting on that one tonight.”

Jimin doesn’t know there’s a bet.

“I’ll skip the bet this time ‘round. Haven’t seen the driver yet,” he shrugs dismissively.

Even in stock investment, he’d learned to study the market first before placing his best bet.

Jeongguk leaves his side when his friends - he’s got new ones now - beckons him over. At the same time, the Chevrolet passes the finish line seconds before the Ford Mustang and McLaren 720s, making it the winner of the night.

The driver seems like a show off with the way the car rolls up to the audience, the sound of its engines revving into the night being met with cheers of half-drunk young adults.

Arrogance is a man’s downfall.

Jimin’s about to turn around and head for the exit when the door of the car gets pushed open. The driver steps out, decked in black and red leather jeans and jackets that seem to match the car.

But it’s the smooth, silken hair that cascades past the helmet that catches his eyes.

Park Jimin’s seen many arrogant men in his life but he’s only ever seen one woman with balls and looks good wearing them.

“___! ___! ___!” The crowd starts cheering as you pull off the helmet, holding it underneath your arm and waist.

Your eyes are as brilliant as the night sky full of stars. They’re tinged with shock and then recognition. And finally, you smile that gorgeous smile that gets you misunderstood often as a woman who doesn’t need anything or anyone but uses them as they come.

But Park Jimin knows better than anyone, how wholeheartedly happy that smile looks when you see him.

Like meeting a good friend after a long time.

Seven months down the road, Jimin finds himself with just a blanket draped over his waist while you’re taking a shower in his bathroom to get ready to head to Hong Kong for a business trip.

He hears the sound of the shower head being turned off. The tapping of your foot around his bedroom as you pick up your clothes that are strewn all over the floor.

Then the bed dips ever so gently under your weight as you climb over to him, the fresh scent of shower get filling his senses.  Lips press a deep, lingering kiss on his. As if you don’t want to go to a place where he won’t be.

A few socials and midnight races after his first meeting with you after a long time, you asked him if he’s seeing someone.

“If I say yes, what will you do?” It’s playful at first, because Jimin didn’t want to get himself hurt the second time.

But it’s the way you tilted your head, a finger tapping on your chin as you pondered on his words, “that’s a problem because I don’t want to be that girl that steals another girl’s man,” then you looked at him like you know he’s the one you want to wake up to every morning and the last face you see when you sleep at night and if you can’t have that. then-

“Can you be mine… just for tonight?”

“I don’t think I can.” The crestfallen expression you wear makes his own heart break, even if it’s just for a split second-

“Because I’m not seeing anyone but I’m in that point in life where I want a serious relationship or nothing at all.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is how he doesn’t want a relationship if it’s not with the girl who still haunts his dreams even after all this time.

Just like how you’d turned him down because you weren’t looking to be in a relationship before, you’d courted Jimin like you’d want to spend your whole life with him now.

Flowers got sent to his office everyday until it smells nothing short of floral. You’d be there, waving at him like he’s your savior in that dreadful social you were both attending. Every week, you’d plan dinner dates under the guise of catching up.

Before you race, you’d look over to where he’s standing, as if saying ‘this one’s for you’ before slipping into your car and coming out first every single time.

As if you were making up for every month of the year that you’d let life pass you by.

Now you’ve won a total of 36 races since he met you and the metal band you gifted him on the night of your 12th win feels warm against his skin. As if it’s absorbed all the love and adoration you poured into it.

And you’re wearing that ring he got you on your birthday on your finger that’s resting on his chest where his heart is as he kisses you back just as reluctant to let you leave.

But Park Jimin knows wherever you are, wherever you will be - you will always find your way back to each other.

Back home.

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Dream SMP Recap (March 9/2021) - Roses and Blood Vines

One day remains before Ponk’s attack. Ponk gives Foolish another warning, another chance to join the Egg. Foolish still says no.

Hannah returns from a five-day journey feeling sickened by something. The Blood Vines have crept onto her house... 

Something has to be done.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Tubbo

Foolish

Ranboo

Hannah

Karl

Eret

Captain Puffy

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- Ponk makes his way through the Nether to the Temple of Undying. He surveys the place, wondering what to blow up first.

- He scouts through the chests, taking some diamonds here and there.

- Ponk places a few pieces of TNT in Foolish’s snake statue as a warning and heads back.

- Foolish joins the call, Ponk now at the Oogway Shrine.

Ponk: “Foolish...you know that time is ticking, right?”

Ponk: “Are you familiar with the hourglass parable?”

Foolish: “No, I am not.”

Ponk: “Me neither, but an hourglass has lots of sand in it, right?”

- Ponk starts talking through the Egg

“Hello, Foolish...the time is ticking...blood, fire and explosions will happen. You’re going to die, Foolish, if you don’t join me. DEATH.”

Foolish: “You speak of my summer home?”

“Your summer home will be no more.”

Foolish: “We’ll see about that.”

“Tick-tock goes the clock.”

- Ponk abruptly switches back to his normal voice and starts talking to Foolish about that scene in Kung Fu Panda where Oogway paralyzes the leopard guy  by poking him, and the leopard guy broke out of prison to defeat the five people

- Foolish asks if there’s a meaning to this. Ponk tells him he stole all of his music discs and put TNT in their place.

- Ponk says to be careful about the tripwires he put. Foolish says that with his emerald eyes, he will see through them.

- They go back and forth about preparations and Ponk’s plan. Ponk tries to convince Foolish that actually, he already blew it up (he didn’t)

Ponk: “Look, Foolish...I’m here to offer you another chance, okay? You can join the Egg, be a happy family, y’know? You can be a god, but you have to serve the Egg...”

Foolish: “You see, Ponk, I think the Egg will lead to heartbreak. Misery. Regret. And then death.”

Ponk: “Remember, Foolish, remember...you can never save a life. You can always prolong it.”

Foolish: “I might disagree with that...but that’s for another time.”

- They get distracted by Skeppy’s prank on the mansion

- Ponk goes to an Ender Chest and shows Foolish its contents. Foolish is outraged that Ponk actually took all his discs -- even Pigstep!

- Ponk shows Foolish the Wall of Pog Women

- The subject goes back to the Egg. Ponk asks again if he wants to join the Egg. Foolish says no.

Foolish: “I don’t think the Egg is good for anyone, and you know? The Egg may not even need you guys! The moment the Egg has enough power, it’ll toss you all aside like the little ants you are.”

- They start talking about cats

- Ponk meets Foolish down at the spider spawner and attempts his Technoblade-killing tactic on him.

- Ponk continues to prepare

- Foolish is still working on Tubbo and Ranboo’s mansion

- He goes to see Michelle in Snowchester. He ponders how strange their family is. A sheep pirate, a totem-part-shark and his totem son, an undead zombie piglin baby, the other brother -- a green blob?

“Nice meeting you, Michelle...um, yeah. Hopefully you never meet Dream.”

“...Just your average Minecraft family...”

(More “Schrödinger’s canon” family dynamics for now, but this is the moment the Wiki is referencing if you were wondering)

- Foolish continues work on the mansion

- Hannah heads back to the main Dream SMP area

- She’s been trying to make the server more beautiful, adding trees, flowers, natural things. But she was off picking flowers for the main pathway when she woke up with extreme nausea. She could barely walk.

- It’s finally time. Something is pulling her back.

Hannah: “It’s definitely time to bring spring to the server. This server is so, so messed up. There’s not enough trees, there’s not enough flowers, there’s not enough anything, especially in the main area."

- The only thing keeping her strong -- alive -- are the rose flowers. It took her two days to find the strength to walk back.

- Hannah starts planting flowers everywhere. The pathway is deteriorated, there are no trees, no flowers, not enough natural fauna that weren’t planted by the people. Her flowers have been picked and turned to dye by people. She needs more flowers to stay strong.

- She sees her house has been covered in Blood Vines. She suspects the Blood Vines have been eating up some of her rose flowers. All of it has to go. She doesn’t know who or what this is, but she believes it’s trying to kill her.

- Sam (and Tubbo disguised as Ranboo) arrive, and Hannah speaks with Sam about her house. Sam was coming to clean up the bank site.

- Sam helps Hannah start to clear off the Vines.

- A cow gets in the way. Hannah says it must be contaminated and kills it.

- All of a sudden, Sam shouts to not break anymore. Hannah looks and Bad and Antfrost have arrived.

- Bad says he thought Hannah was a supporter of plants. They don’t see why Hannah needs to clear the Vines away. Hannah and Sam insist they’re just trimming, doing some landscaping because Hannah is allergic.

- Bad and Ant suggest testing? They can take Hannah to a place with a large concentration of Vines and see if they have any effect. 

- Hannah says she’s willing to try. Sam tells Hannah he can’t go down there again. They tell Bad and Ant -- Hannah will try it while Sam takes a trip to the Nether. Sam whispers to Hannah that while they’re gone, Sam is going to clear the rest of the Vines in secret.

- Bad and Antfrost admire the Vines in Hannah’s house. Even the dogs seem to like it. Hannah promptly kills the dogs to put them out of their misery.

- Bad and Antfrost take Hannah down to the Egg Room. Hannah puts down a rose to help, but they destroy it. They tell her that the Egg likes her.

- They make her a “seat” (box) of black concrete and say she should stay there for “exposure therapy.”  They convince her to put her items in an Ender Chest even as she’s having doubts, and leave her alone there. 

- Hannah thought she had no enemies on this server, but she may have made a mistake.

- Karl wakes up in his library. He hangs up the poster for “The Haunted Mansion” and writes the Tale down.

- He writes his next diary entry. He feels confused. He doesn’t know who to trust anymore. At least the Inbetween seems like a genuinely peaceful place, but there were those books warning him about it.

- He decides he needs to get into that portal the next time he visits the Inbetween.

- His memory is getting worse. He needs to tell his friends the stories, but worries he won’t have any at this rate.

- Bad and Sapnap arrive to Kinoko. Karl wants to get new members.

- Sapnap kills Bad, sending him back.

Bad: “What have I told you about playing with fire there, son?”

- Karl plans to spread out advertisements about Kinoko.

- Foolish and HBomb arrive.

- They go to the Holy Land to put up posters.

- George arrives and they all decide to put up a massive poster in front of the prison, where the mining fatigue will make the blocks harder to get rid of. Bad protests this as a prison guard.

- They do it anyway

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Upcoming events remain the same.

[woniepop]

feel special ༉‧₊˚✧

➜ the three times you didn’t want to be Karl’s best friend any more and the one time you weren’t

Pairing: Karl Jacob’s x Fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, best friends to lovers au, enemies to lovers au

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, cursing

Word Count: 2.0k words

a/n: hi everyone! this is my first time writing for a mcyt streamer, but unfortunately I will not be writing works for more streamers anytime soon. This is for my lovely friend basil Ly and losingvienna’s follower event, which you should definitely check out of you are in to mcyt streamers!!

I highly recommend checking @basilly and @losingvienna out if you haven’t already!!

Ever since you met Karl, you’ve hated everything about him. He was sweet, he was caring, he was everything you’ve ever wanted in anyone. From the moment he stepped foot in your kindergarten your life had become a living hell. He was great! You on the other hand, had never felt more miserable in your life. It had never occurred to you that being different was a bad thing, but apparently, to your whole kindergarten class of 26 kids, it was terrible. But, somehow, amidst the screaming kids and the poorly colored art projects, Karl only saw you.

Your fellow kindergarten classmates stared at you, perhaps a bit too judgingly, as you sat down in your seat. Feeling super excited to come to school today, your grandma has recently gotten you your very own pink sundress, equipped with a pink satin ribbon to tie a cute little bow in the back. You wanted your classmates to like you, so you had to be the prettiest you could ever be. 

“Why are you wearing a dress to school? Do you think you’re a princess?” one of the children say, rather, shout across the room. And with that, the whole class starts laughing, except you. 

“What? Are you trying to impress someone?”

“OOO Y/N HAS A CRUSH!”

“I bet it’s Karl”

“Of course it is. She just wants to daaaaaaate him, doesn’t she?”

With tears welling up in your eyes and boogers dripping down your nose, you quickly stand up just to take the hall pass and run to the nearest bathroom. It was humiliating, feeling like you had tried so hard to make friends just to get laughed at. It felt terrible. 

You were NOT excited for your first day of high school. Why would you be? It was just another year of “light hearted” jokes about you and how you were “so different.” Settling with a seat in the back, you tilt your head down only for the teacher to walk in right after. 

“Good morning, students! Welcome to your first day of Freshman Year! I’m sure you’re all very excited for these next four years, but before that why don’t we all introduce ourselves to each other!” The teacher says, in a high pitch, peppy voice. You had stopped listening to her after that. You already knew what was going to happen, you were going to be paired up with some immature male football player looking for a tall, hot, and blonde cheerleader girlfriend, then he was going to say something stupid like, “Girls like you aren’t really my type.” No shit you weren’t his type. It happened every year. Feeling a light tap on your shoulder, you force your head up, preparing yourself for the dreadful introduction. 

“Hi! I believe we’re partners for the All About Me project. May I sit here?” he says, pointing to the chair beside you. He, as in Karl Jacobs. The Karl Jacobs. The man, the myth, the legend, the boy that filled your entire life with “She just wants to date Karl. She’s such an attention whore.” With that, your eyes widen. You weren’t expecting him, nor were you ever this mad about anything in your life. You didn’t want to know anything about him, let alone do a whole project learning about him. 

“Yeah, you can sit there.” You answer through clenched teeth. 

“Thanks! I’m pretty sure we’re not going to be able to finish this within the period considering there are like 30 questions, so did you want to work on this in the library after school?” he asks.

“Sure.” You say promptly, not even bothering to make eye contact with him. 

“I believe we went to the same elementary school, but I haven’t really gotten the chance to talk to you, so I’m glad we got to be partners for this project. I’m excited to get to know you.” He says, a glint of hope in his eyes. You hated it. Was he actually being nice? To you? 

The rest of the period would have been answering all the questions on the list, but instead you guys had been side tracked, going off topic and talking about anything and everything. Putting aside your hatred for the boy, Karl seemed like a genuinely nice person. You had learned he loved gaming, which he was surprised you had a knack for as well. 

“Well, Y/n, I’m sorry we couldn’t get a lot done this period. But, I’ll see you at the library later, and maybe we can even try out that new game you talked about tonight.” He says, standing up out of his chair and leaving the classroom. Maybe today wouldn’t be too bad after all.

ONE “Move!” you say, playfully shoving Karl off of you. It was the summer before your senior year, and you would have never guessed that you, Y/n L/n, would be spending your whole high school career with the boy you loathed most, Karl Jacobs. If there was ever anything you'd ever looked forward to, it was spending every Friday night with Karl Jacobs. That fateful day at the library was the start of the best tradition ever known to man. 

“But we’re watching a movie!” Karl exclaims. 

“So? You don’t need to watch it while squishing me half to death.”

“What do you mean? Have you ever heard of CUDDLING?” 

“Cuddling has never consisted of MURDER.” 

It was always like this. Every Friday night Karl would come to your house, your mom would gush at how handsome he was while she set a plate down of whatever food he wanted, and him telling her that she was the best cook ever. This is what you’ve always wanted, right? You had a best friend, who accepted you as you were, and you him. Despite always having heartwarming and laughter filled moments with your best friend, your heart hurt. A lot. Maybe the moment was just too heartwarming, or maybe this was the universe telling you that you didn’t want to be his friend anymore. 

TWO “Hey, Karl!” she says. Ah, yes. Her. Karl’s childhood crush since what? Fourth grade? 

“Oh, um, Hi!” He replies. There it was. That dreadful pain in your chest that only grew bigger as she sat down right next to him, disregarding the fact that you were sitting right there. The way she twirled her long blonde hair, the way she leaned over to show all of her cleavage, the way she wore skirts so short you could almost see her underwear, and the way it made your blood boil and your heart hurt until you couldn’t handle it anymore. You wanted to walk away so bad, but as Karl’s best friend you should support him in his romantic interests, even if you didn’t like them. 

“So… I’m sure you’ve heard already. I broke up with my boyfriend.” she says, tracing her finger up and down his arm, making him noticeably very nervous.

“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m always here.” You hear him say. Of course he was always here. He was there for everyone, and he would never try to exclude anyone from his kindness. 

“I broke up with him because of you!”

“W-what”

“I want to be with you, silly!” she says. And with that, you felt your whole world go black and white. Did you hear her correctly? She wanted to be with him?

“I- I’m sorry, I can’t be with you.” 

“WHAT?!? BUT I BROKE UP WITH MY BOYFRIEND JUST TO BE WITH YOU!”

“Well I’m sorry, but I love someone else. You should’ve consulted me before you threw away your relationship.”

Did you hear HIM correctly? He loves someone? You couldn’t take it anymore and excused yourself. Yet again, you ran to the bathroom feeling the same pain in your chest only 10 times worse. You didn’t want to be Karl’s friend anymore. Not like this.

THREE “I can’t believe you’re moving to California, Y/n” Karl says as he pushes his hair back, sighing in disbelief. “You’re really going to leave me?” He continues, tears welling up in his eyes as he turns to look at you with his signature puppy eyes. 

“I have to! It’s always been my dream to go to college there!” You reply, feeling guilty for leaving behind everything for your dream. 

“But I’ll miss you!” he says, fully knowing facetime exists, and you would always visit him during breaks. 

“I’ll miss you too! But, I need to do this. Can you stay strong? For me?” you ask, cupping his face with your left hand. You had gone on one of your late night drives again, parking in an empty parking lot as you have deep late night conversations. Today’s topic happened to be college, and while it had been always known you were moving across the country after high school, the day was coming closer and it all felt too real.

 As Karl leans his face into your hand, he lets out a yawn. “I guess it’s time to go back then.” you say.

“No, I don’t want to. I have to spend every second with you until you leave.” he whines. You wanted to as well, but then, there it was. The stinging in the back of your heart. You were tired of it. You hated feeling this way. You didn’t want to be Karl’s friend anymore.

THE END The warm summer air blew past you as you and Karl sit atop your roof, staring into the distance in the comfortable silence that was there from the moment Karl got to your house. Neither of you had spoken a word but neither of you cared. You just wanted to be with him. What would’ve made the night perfect was if you weren’t getting on the plane the very next morning, moving across the country. 

Building up as much courage as you could, you said the three words you’ve been wanting to say ever since you had become friends. You were leaving, but before that you wanted more than anything else to let him know this. “I love you.” You say, causing his eyes to go wide. You… loved him? That was impossible. 

“Yeah, I love you too.” He says casually. 

“No. I love you more than in a friendly way.” You reply.

“Really? Why?” He asks in disbelief.

“I don’t know. Maybe it was because you were my first friend, but it’s definitely because you’re you. I’ve been bullied almost my whole life, and you know that. But, no matter how the world brings me down, and even when hurtful words stab me, I can smile again. Because you’re there.” You say, tears rolling down your face. You pause, before continuing on about how much he means to you. “I mean, my whole life, one moment I feel like I’m nothing at all. Like no one would notice if I were gone. But then you came! And I was so happy. Or maybe it’s cause you make me feel loved. But when I’m with you, I feel so special.” 

And with that, Karl makes no hesitation in cupping your cheeks, silently wiping away your tears. In that moment, he decides that he doesn't want to be your friend anymore either. Leaning in, he whispers, “I love you too.” before he crashes his lips onto yours.

[batfamtv]

Hi so can I request for a Basilio and/or Crispin x reader please? Like maybe how they met or something, platonic or romantic, either is fine. Thanks!

gif credits (@overlordofawesomeness) see their post here

how they met you headcanons: crispin, basilio (trese)

a/n: no specific ethnicity for the reader, but it is mostly assumed that the reader is of pinoy descent; I hope you all enjoy this, pls don't hesitate to add more! <3

crispin

okay so i imagine that mr. more-serious-than-his-younger-brother crispin has not really grown up to be a hopeless romantic

didn’t date, didn’t think that love is real (“it’s cheesy”/“baduy naman”), so finding his one true love hit him like a ton of bricks

sees you for the first time while working on a case with bossing, you live next to the house of the victims

really found you cute, but he didn’t get the chance to approach you because you had slammed the gates closed in front of him

he sees you again completely by accident during another case, and crispin was so surprised and thankful

he keeps trying to make eye contact with you, while you are trying not to make eye contact with the tall, muscular man who is wearing a dark suit

he finally asks you out, and you at first freak out, somehow convinced that this man is a part of a gang or is some scary rich dude who is the future ceo of his dad’s company or something

to your surprise, he picks you up (still dressed in a suit) but brings you to a small family restaurant--almost a carenderia

it is so amusing to find him so overdressed during the date, but it is a nice dinner and you two have fun talking and getting to know each other

he is so cute when asking if you wanted to hang out again, and when you say yes, he smiles so brightly

you get streetfood the next time you hang out!

at this point, crispin kinda already knows about your life story, but you still dont know his

he seems to be a little closed off about the topic, but you dont push him

crispin is gone from time to time, only texting you sporadically, but you dont question it even though you are curious, because you trust him and you may be just a tiny lil bit infatuated

when he does tell you everything about him, he prefaces it so seriously and grimly that you think he will say he doesn't want to see you anymore

instead, he sullenly tells you about his life, ending with an apology for not telling you sooner

"i was just so scared you would run away"

you tell him that you wont run away and surprise him when you throw your arms around him and kiss him

he is honestly so whipped for you oh my god

if crispin is free, he will always drop you off and pick you up from school/work

he brings you to meet his family, basilio, alexandra, hank

they accept you as part of the family, and you immerse yourself in their library, reading up information about their lives

whenever they finish a case, you would be there, having cooked nice, warm meals for them

crispin would come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder

he would whisper, "thank you for taking care of us" and presses kisses on your cheek down to your neck

you dont go out with them on a case, even if you want to (you and crispin fight over this, but he simply insists that he cannot lose you or even see you hurt)

he keeps his words of affirmation and affections as private as possible

basilio and hank tease him a lot if he tries to show any affection towards you with them present, and it bothers him at first

but you just laugh it off, ignoring the "uyyy" and other teasing remarks

basilio laughs when he sees his twin relaxing against you on the couch, crispin's head laid on your lap, "who's cheesy now?"

to this, crispin laughs before looking up at you and kissing your hand

he whispers "i love you against your skin"

i would say that compared to basilio and his s/o's relationship, your relationship with crispin is a lot more serious, more mature

kinda have the husband-and-wife vibe even though you aren't married yet (but you both know that this will happen eventually)

crispin knows that you are the one, and is hell bent on keeping you happy and safe

secretly looks up "perfect proposal ideas" when he realizes one night just how much he loves you

always has you in his arms when you're asleep, the sound of your heartbeat, and the feeling of your breath against his skin reminding him just what he is fighting and living for

he is fighting and living for you, and the future you two are going to share

basilio

the younger and more mischievous of the two, it didn't surprise everyone that basilio is the last person to realize his love for you

he met you shortly after being adopted by carlos trese, you were a family friend and possibly another babaylan from another city/province

came to the treses for a visit and was surprised to see new members of the family

you bonded with the twins almost instantaneously, becoming best friends with them

although everyone could see that you were closer to basilio than you were to crispin, mostly because of basilio's more laid back personality

absolutely thick as thieves with him, to a point where crispin would sulk and complain that you were stealing his lil brother from him

you would all play games until you were downright exhausted, from playing house, hide-and-seek, patintero (you try not to play catch with them bc you know they're gonna use their powers anyway) and the sad days were when you had to leave

you once had a tantrum as you clung to basilio, begging him to hide you from your parents so that they wouldn't bring you home

crispin and Alexandra had to pry you away from him, and he didn't talk to them for like 2 days after you left

as you two grew older, the games lessened and you focused more on training and battle strategies

but the closeness never left

you also kinda know that basilio cares for you, and to be honest, you wouldn't say no if he ever asks you out, but he never did and that's ok

outside of his family, you are his best friend and he loves you just as much as he loves his brother and sister

but it was obvious to alexandra and crispin that when you got older, something changed in the way basilio looked at you

he kinda looks at you just a little bit longer than usual, simple touches linger here and there, the slight overprotectiveness, the little acts of love

he brings you food ("we stopped by the carenderia and they had your favorite ulam")

brings you flowers ("where did you find these arabian jasmines/sampaguita?" basilio shrugs, "bought them on the way home." "he plucked them from aling josie's garden," Alexandra tells you as she walks past the two of you)

crispin tries to tell basilio that he should definitely ask you out, because it's so clearly obvious that you both like each other, but basilio tries to deny it

"torete ka bro, please just go ahead and tell her how you feel"

and basilio kinda sits on the idea, like literally has an existential crisis trying to figure out if he loves you romantically or just platonically

so he tries to imagine his future

he doesn't think much of it, thinking that this world is going to consume him long before he would have the chance to build a life anyway, but amidst the thought of death, he sees something

just a flash of light and sounds of laughter

it's you, carrying a young girl as you smile at him, standing just in front of the gate

and basilio thinks, that's such a nice vision, coming home to you

whenever he thinks of possibly settling down and having a family, it has always been with you

it has always been with you since you were kids, and now it's still you

so when he tells you he loves you during the most inappropriate time (fighting off aswang kidnappers), you grin at him and yell "I love you too!" back

and he removes his mask for a second before clarifying, "no y/n, I am in love with you!"

you grin at him again before exclaiming, "I know! i loved you since we were like 10"

after the fight, he doesn't hesitate to bring you into his arms and kiss you

you kissed his cheek when you were kissed, absolutely out of curiosity, and you were both like "ewww that's gross" but now it's not

it was perfect, like it was meant to be

unlike crispin and his s/o, you two are pretty chill about your relationship, kinda lowkey with it too

you don't talk about marriage (yet), and ppl who see you just think you two are either together, or just very best friends

you two are comfortable with each other and know each other from the inside out

the times where his cheerful personality changes is when it involves your safety, then he becomes so much like his brother, stoic and almost scary

will not ever compromise your safety over anything

basilio grew up with you, and now he plans to grow old with you

[floraltypes]

A Promise

kyoya x reader

type: fluff, a bit of angst ?

“Kyoya?” You walked over to the boy who had his head buried deep into his notebook, normal.

“Yes,” He finally lifted his head from the notebook to look at your eyes gleaming with hope, safety, a true sense of home. Kyoya had always felt so, so, at home with you.

His own home, it was one that didn’t have the feeling it should have. His father, not being the kindest and constantly being in competition with his older brothers, making him feel, well, incompetent at times.

But when his father first introduced you to him in his second-to-last year in middle school, it’s a moment he could never forget.

“This is my other son, Kyoya,” His father walked you and your father over to Kyoya who was currently sat in his home library, doing some homework. “I believe your daughter Y/n is the same age as my son,” Yoshio told your father.

“Yes, seems like it. Well, Y/n and I should get going now, we were hoping to visit her mother today,” Your father had a small smile on his face when he looked down at you. You looked so small, so... scared? You wouldn’t look Kyoya’s father in the eyes, not even him at first.

“Well, don’t you think it would prove well for the children to share a conversation while we finish up ours in private?” Yoshio asked, beckoning his son to stand up and put a hand on Kyoya’s shoulder.

“Just this once,” Your fathers smile didn’t meet his eyes, it was painfully obvious he didn’t want to leave you alone, you just had to actually truly look. “Behave,” He walked off with Yoshio, leaving you to stand and actually lift your head to look around the room.

“So, your father is a partner of mine,” Kyoya spoke, not sure how to truly make a conversation with you.

“Yeah. What’s your favorite book?” You moved over to a seat near the one he was originally sat at.

“My favorite book? That’s a odd question,”

“It can tell a lot about a person,” You laughed a little afterwards, a childish laughter. “I think so at least,”

“I’ve been reading ‘No Longer Human’ lately,” Kyoya told you, pulling out the book from a pile of others and handing it to you.

“Interesting. Do you enjoy to read, for fun, you seem like the type.”

“Why is that?”

“The glasses, it makes you seem smarter. But even without them, it’s obvious you are with how diligently you are studying,” You observed, taking one of his school books and looking at it. “I’ve done work based on this book as well,” You informed him, putting it back with the others.

“Why would you?”

“I want to take over my fathers company.”

“But, well you’re a-”

“Woman. Yes. But, if I study enough I can make it,” You shot him a determined smile, and for some odd reason, that gave young Kyoya hope that he would make it as well. “A little competition never hurt anyone, or it did, but I’m willing to suffer a bit in order to win.”

“I know the feeling,” He nodded, oddly feeling comfortable enough to open up. “Y/n, from first impressions of my family, do you think I have a chance?”

“A chance. Why, yes! You already seem so intelligent at a young age, and are a reliable person, you’re book choice tells me you’ll bring new and important ideas for the company.”

“You weren’t lying about the whole book personality thing.”

“No need to lie. I should go find my father, good luck with studying.”

“Wait, Y/n. Will we see each other again? Your father doesn’t seem the most keen on the idea.”

“I hope,” You walked out of the library and waited in front of Kyoya’s fathers office door for your father.

You ended up coming back the next week, and week after that. You and Kyoya were soon spending much time together. Your father was working on a new invention with Kyoya’s and had many plans to go over. So, Yoshio invited you over.

Yoshio definitely wasn’t a great father, he has many aspects he needs to improve on to be considered just a ‘good’ father. But Kyoya’s mother wasn’t a horrible mother either, and she picked up on the way Kyoya seemed to have more life in his eyes when you were around. So, she convinced her husband to always invite you over if your father was coming.

“Then father told the man to never come again and if he did he would get a boot in his buttocks!” You laughed, hunching over a bit after telling Kyoya the story. You were formally with your father in his office, and overheard the phone call he was having.

It was a colder day, winter time, during your last year in middle school. You and Kyoya had been spending much time lately and these times Kyoya felt he could truly be a kid. It was refreshing.

“That is kind of funny,” He tried to hide the smile, trying to peak out, with his hand. You were trying to get over your laughing fit, Kyoya didn’t truly find it funny, but he thought the way you did was just so adorable. He didn’t even catch himself staring at you until you caught his attention again.

“Kyoya-kun, is something wrong?” You asked him while pulling a book out of your bag. “You seem like you’re thinking about something important. Did something happen?”

“Nothing, really. I’ve come in run with the Tamaki fellow again,” He informed you, already telling you about his previous runs with the man.

“Tamaki sounds kind. He may be much, from what I’ve heard, but he could be a good influence on you. You deserve to have more breaks, to live your life a bit more.”

“If you insist,” He smiled, once again thinking it was adorable how you cared about him so much.

“Don’t do it for me! Do it for you! Promise me that,” You stuck up your pinkie.

“What is the point of that? Are you drinking tea like those british people?” He tried to joke. “Truly idiot-”

“No, it’s something called a pinkie-promise. Just wrap your pinkie around mine, it means you have to keep the promise. Do I have to teach you everything?” You laughed and he slowly wrapped his pinkie around yours.

“There,” He removed his pinkie and grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket, acting like he was cleaning off your germs.

“I only learned that from a book I read. Father is still hesitant about letting me go to private school instead of doing homeschool,” You complained.

“It would prove useful for your social skills.”

“Y/n,” Your father swung the library doors open and quickly rushed to your side, pulling your upper arm up and your body following. “We must leave now,”

“But father-”

“Are you opposing me? It’s obvious this boy isn’t a good influence, we will leave now and you will not say another word until we arrive home,” He started to drag you out of the library while Yoshio just made it to the front door.

“Hiroshi, I hope we can speak again when you are ready. I’m truly sorry,” Kyoya’s father bowed while yours just nodded at him.

Kyoya watched from the window of you and your father getting into the limousine. He looked back at his father, hoping for a explanation.

“His wife has passed. We won’t be seeing them anymore, you can focus on your studies more now,” He walked off, leaving Kyoya to truly grasp what his father said.

Kyoya slowly started to go back to his old self, full time. He would lighten up and act a bit more cheery with you around, and in private, but now there was no need for that. He only had his studies and you were gone. No letter. No goodbye. Just gone.

All that was left was that promise. A promise to finally do something for his self. Yet, he broke it. He decided to do the club for Tamaki, more for you, because you seemed to encourage Kyoya joining. You seemed to like the idea.

He was now in his second year of highschool. Attending Ouran High and apart of the Host Club which took place in Music Room 3. Haruhi causing some more problems for him, but had some of the same optimism as you did at times. He tried his hardest not to think of you, at this point, it would just distract the poor boy. That was the last thing Kyoya needed.

“Ready for another day, Kyoya?” Tamaki popped up right near him, large smile present on his lips.

“Sure,” He nodded, not even looking up from his calculator where he was plugging in costs for some of the materials they used for the club this week.

“Oh, Kyoya,” Hikaru began.

“Do you always have to be so glum?” Kaoru finished.

“Do you both always have to be annoying and pull childish pranks?”

“Uh,” Both of the twins looked at each other before leaving Kyoya’s area.

Kyoya had spent the night doing calculations and taking notes for his father regarding the Ootori company that he was trying so hard to inherit. He didn’t get much sleep and wasn’t in the mood to deal with such happiness and childishness.

“Kyo-chan? Where is the new cake?” Honey hopped over with Mori standing beside him.

“Where the usual shipment is. Mori-senpai can get it for you,” He informed his elder. Soon guests started to arrive and take their seats with the hosts, getting entertained with little flirtations.

“Come on Y/n! No one will notice,” Your cousin pulled you through the door, and your eyes widened at how many people were really there. “Your father isn’t here, and you never get out, enjoy it!” Your cousin exclaimed, finally getting you fully into the room.

“He might have a camera somewhere,” You looked at her with a face filled with fear.

“He’s not that crazy, is he? The boys here are so attractive! And if you want to inherit the company, didn’t your father say you would have to be married? You’re pretty, kind, smart, you can easily get one of these guys!” She tried to encourage you.

She was your mothers sisters daughter, your father is a only son. It had been years since you saw her, especially with your mother passing. But when your aunt showed up at your family door unexpected, basically forcing your father to let you out of the house and to stay with them for a month, that’s how you got to where you are now.

“I don’t know what to say,” You muttered, trying to sneak a bit behind her.

“Just be you,” She held your hand and led you into the room more. “Hello!” She voiced watching as a blonde walked up to her.

“Hello, my princess, are you here to see me today?” Tamaki asked, bowing a little, and taking her hand into his.

“Yes!” Your cousin gleefully responded, letting herself get whisked away, and forgetting about you.

“I don’t have any guests at the moment,” A shorter brunette walked up to you. “If you’d like to be with me?” She/he asked.

“I suppose,” You nodded, following them to a couch area.

“I’m Fujioka Haruhi, you don’t look too familiar, is it your first time here?”

“I don’t attend here actually. My cousin does, I’m homeschooled,” You revealed, taking a cup that Haruhi had just poured.

“Oh! Well, don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” She joked.

“What are all the other hosts like?” You asked, taking a sip of the tea.

“The blonde is Tamaki-senpai, he can be a bit of a handful but is very kind and tries his hardest. Mori-senpai is more of a quiet type, but very reliable. Honey-senpai is the lolita type, always ready to help put a smile on your face. Hikaru and Kaoru are the prank loving twins, and truly care about people but have different ways of showing it. They are the main hosts.”

“Interesting, it seems you all have different personalities, you all compliment each other well,” You laughed a little. “I should look for my cousin though, sorry for the short chat,” You bowed and Haruhi just waved her hand, as a way of saying ‘no need’.

You walked past some of the other tables, trying to guess who was who based on the details you were given. You then couldn’t help but noticed another boy who didn’t seem to fit the traits Haruhi described for the hosts.

You walked a bit more, feeling a sense of familiarity from the way his head was truly hunched over the computer, typing away quickly, like his fingers were in a rhythm that just seemed to click.

“Kyoya?” You questioned, not truly sure if it was him, but had a inkling that their was some possiblity that it was.

“Yes?” He peeked his head up, now his eyes widening at the fact that he could easily tell it was you. “Y/n,” The name slipped from his mouth, with a more loving tone than he would like to admit.

You couldn’t stop the grin that seemed to take over your whole face, reaching your eyes unlike your father. You moved towards the boy and quickly took a seat besides him. You just stared for a moment, taking in some new features from not seeing him for a couple of years.

He had more furrows in his brows, and looked like he had some thicker lenses as well. But his hair was as dashing as ever, and his figure definitely seemed to fit him well. He looked so much more mature, yet, just the same.

“I’m sorry,” You apologized and he just took your hand in his, running his thumb on the top of your hand.

“Don’t apologize,” He muttered back, face still, truly not believing this moment was happening and that it was happening in the club room. “Please don’t, I should if anyone,”

“Why? You have no reason to.”

“I do, I broke our promise.”

“You didn’t. You’re apart of the club, you joined Tamaki and look at his smile. He looks at peace.”

“I didn’t do it for me, I did it for you,” He finally admitted, oh how Kyoya wish he wasn’t to focused on his image to others all the time. If he wasn’t, he would take more action during this moment, but he had to be focused on his image in order to get the chance for the company.

“Oh, Kyoya,” You giggled a bit, squeezing his hand. “You still did it, I’m proud you did. You deserve peace as well, you deserve breaks and to be truly happy.”

“I hope the same for you. I never did say I was sorry for your loss.”

“I’m doing better now,” You reassured him. “Don’t worry, not a bit.”

“Y/n? Oh what are you doing?” Your cousin asked and you quickly moved your hand from Kyoya’s.

“Just, um-”

“Trying to get you a gift. One of our picture packs. But it sounds like your cousin would hope it is a secret as in which one,” Kyoya lied for you.

“Oh! Well I’ll meet you in the front of the school, but hurry now,” She smiled and winked at you before rushing off.

You stood up, brushing off your dress a bit and turned to look at Kyoya with a small smile.

“Will I see you again?” He asked, hope glimmering in his eyes. You really did feel like home, and he just wanted to get lost in it, even though he really knew he shouldn’t.

“I hope,” You left the room and he slyly moved to the window to watch you get into the car with your cousin.

Little did you know he made another promise, one that he intended to never break. One that would allow him to be truly happy, like you wished, and he was going to do everything to make sure this promise was successful.

“I promise that I will see you again Y/n.”