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Chapter Forty-One: “Red Bottoms to the Throat”

The venue was some bougie country club on the coast. All glass, gold fixtures, and overpriced linen-wrapped chairs. Laughter floated on jazz piano as alums mingled with wine glasses in hand, catching up on who got fat, who got rich, who got divorced. Jordan had taken one look at the crowd and muttered, “Oh, God,” under her breath as she adjusted the gold straps on her heels.

Joshua stayed close to her side, dressed in that jet-black button-down and slacks that hugged his thighs just right. He’d taken out the braids earlier and his hair was soft, curls out in a halo around his temples, that sharp jaw clean and glinting under the lights. She’d called him a playboy Maui earlier, but the truth was, he made every man in the room look like they’d lost before they even started.

They hadn’t even been there ten minutes when she hissed, low and hot, “That’s her. That’s Jennifer.”

Joshua looked up just in time to clock the walking tanning-bed trauma that was Jennifer H.—bleach-blonde with a tight bodycon dress two sizes too small and the kind of forced confidence that reeked of desperation. She was already eyeing him like a ribeye, sauntering over on cheap stilettos and highlighter-toned skin.

“Oh wow, Jordan,” she purred, not even pretending to look at her. Her fake lashes batted straight at him as she laid a manicured hand on Joshua’s arm. “Who’s this fine ass man? You finally figured out how to pull someone out of a textbook?”

Joshua opened his mouth, already annoyed, about to dead the interaction with his usual brand of “don’t play with me” when it happened.

Jordan’s hand snapped out, gripped Jennifer’s wrist mid-flirt, and tossed it off of him like it was contagious.

Her whole energy changed. Gone was the light, slightly flustered academic. In her place stood a woman with fire in her eyes and heels sharp enough to cut throats. Without even thinking, Jordan shifted into his space, her bare back sliding against his chest, her smaller frame locking in like she’d always belonged there. Her arms folded tight beneath her chest as she glared straight ahead, not even giving Jennifer the decency of a glance.

“This is my man,” she said, her voice low, clipped, and terrifyingly calm. “Joshua Fatu. Please kindly fuck off before I show you what a red bottom to the throat feels like, Jenny.”

Joshua’s brows shot all the way up.

Jennifer blinked. “Wait—what—?”

Jordan’s head tilted. “You heard me.”

There was nothing else to be said. Jennifer’s eyes went wide, her mouth gaping like a fish, and she scattered—heels clicking a retreat so quick, she nearly tripped on her own attitude.

Silence.

Joshua blinked down at the woman in his arms who had not moved from where she slid in front of him, her back pressed to his chest like a warning label. His hands hovered awkwardly near her hips, unsure if he was allowed to touch her yet.

Jordan huffed once, under her breath. “Bad box dye ass,” she muttered before twisting on her heel and marching off toward the refreshment table.

Joshua just stood there, stunned for a solid ten seconds before he finally moved after her, the barest grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

She was pouring punch when he caught up. Still visibly annoyed.

“You good?” he asked.

“No,” she said flatly, fuming as she lifted the ladle. “I came here to eat, be pretty, and forget the trauma of ninth grade. Instead, I’m threatening women with felony heel assaults.”

He bit down a smile. “So… I’m your man?”

Jordan froze.

The ladle slipped just a little in the bowl.

She blinked and didn’t look at him, cheeks starting to glow beneath her bronzer. “That’s just what I said to get her to back off. You know how girls like that are. All claws and lip injections. I panicked.”

He leaned down near her ear, his voice low and amused. “Sounded real natural, though. Kinda rolled right off the tongue.”

“Joshua—”

“And the way you got in front of me?” he teased, grinning now. “Like you were about to fight somebody for real.”

“I did fight someone for real last week, if you recall,” she snapped, refusing to look at him, still flustered as hell.

“True,” he said. “And you won.”

She grumbled into her punch cup.

He looked her up and down again, admiring the dangerous slit in her dress, the confidence in her walk, the blush she tried to hide behind attitude and sass.

He stepped a little closer, voice dropped again just for her. “For what it’s worth, I liked what you said. Might even write it down on a Post-it.”

She groaned. “You’re never letting that go, are you?”

“Never.”

Jordan took a long sip of her drink to hide her smile.

And from across the room, Jennifer was still watching—and Jordan made sure to tilt her head and press her palm to Joshua’s chest, slow and possessive, before throwing her a single, venomous smirk over the rim of her cup.

Game. Set. Match.

Chapter Forty-Two: “Just Strike Me Down, Lord”

The air was warm, sweet with the scent of ocean salt and blooming jasmine from the flower beds around the parking lot. The music from the reunion venue was faint now, muffled behind the thick doors. Joshua walked beside her, quiet, his hands in his pockets, that low swagger in his step.

Jordan couldn’t even glance at him.

She was mortified.

Mortified.

This is my man, Joshua Fatu.

Why the hell had she said that? What kind of unfiltered, thirsty-ass slip of the tongue was that? And why had it felt so… right coming out of her mouth?

Her hand fumbled in her purse, keys jingling somewhere inside, lost among lip gloss tubes, backup chargers, stray receipts, and random pieces of gum.

He watched her with a quiet smirk, eyes soft, full of amusement and something deeper, something fond.

She finally snatched her keyring, but her hand trembled just enough that the keys slipped right through her fingers and hit the pavement with a little clang that echoed far too loudly.

“Fuck,” she muttered.

She bent down, tried to scoop them up—missed on the first grab like she’d lost all coordination.

“Jesus Christ,” she hissed. She crouched lower, now fully squatting in her little silk slip dress, heels wobbly, hair slightly frizzed from the coastal breeze, muttering to herself in rapid-fire frustration. “Why am I like this? Lord, just come get me. I embarrassed myself in front of Jennifer, I got possessive like a crazy person, and now I’m out here dropping my damn keys like a cartoon character—smite me, Jesus, go ahead and beam me up, I’m ready.”

Joshua let out a low, breathy laugh behind her.

She froze.

Slowly, slowly, she turned her head and peeked up at him through her lashes, still bent down like she was praying to the pavement. “You’re laughing at me,” she accused, cheeks glowing deep and dark, her voice a mortified squeak.

“I’m not,” he said, but he was absolutely grinning. “I just… didn’t know you could get any cuter, Dr. Myers. But then you started bargaining with God from the concrete.”

She groaned, finally snatching her keys with a death grip and pushing up to her feet, her movements rushed and flustered as she tried to brush off her dress and the whole moment like it didn’t happen.

He stepped closer, his tone soft now, sincere. “You know,” he said, “when you said that back there… that I was your man…”

“Don’t remind me,” she groaned, clutching her keys to her chest like they were sacred. “I blacked out. I’m not responsible for what was said under emotional duress.”

But he didn’t laugh this time.

Instead, he gently took her hand that clutched the keys and slowly brought it down, just enough for her to look up at him again.

“I liked it,” he said.

She blinked.

He nodded once, firmly. “I liked hearing you say it. And I don’t think you were wrong.”

She stared at him, speechless.

“You feel like mine,” he said, voice low and rich and certain. “Even if you didn’t mean it like that. You feel like home.”

Jordan’s throat worked, her eyes wide.

Her heart was doing that thing again—tap dancing behind her ribs, making it hard to think. And suddenly, all the sass, all the wit, all the comebacks were gone.

She just whispered, “Oh.”

Joshua grinned softly. “Yeah. Oh.”

She unlocked the car with a trembling hand and slid into the driver’s seat, flustered, fumbling to buckle her seatbelt as fast as humanly possible.

Joshua didn’t press her. Just shut the door gently for her, like she was something delicate.

She didn’t even notice how hard she was smiling until she checked her mirror and caught herself grinning like she’d just won the lottery.

From the passenger window, he leaned in one last time and tapped the roof.

“Get home safe, Dr. Myers.”

She turned slowly. “You too… Dimples.”

And just like that, it was his turn to freeze, his smirk faltering for half a second before it came back bigger.

He nodded once. “Night.”

Then walked off into the night like the man she’d just accidentally, maybe, kinda, definitely fallen for.

Chapter Forty-Three: Red Bottoms and Run-On Hearts

Jey was posted up in his student apartment, phone angled just right as he FaceTimed his brothers. The second Jimmy and Sefa answered, he didn’t even say hi.

“Bruh.” That was all it took.

Jimmy leaned forward, sensing a story, Sefa already laughing because anytime his brother opened with “bruh”, it was drama. “Nah, don’t tell me she threw hands again.”

Jey groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Worse. Way worse. I think she fake claimed me as her man and then tried to melt into thin air like she ain’t say it.”

Sefa choked. “Claimed?!”

“I’m dead serious,” Jey said. “We get to this high school reunion, right? She’s all fine and glowing and got this slit in her dress that should be illegal. And then this one chick—Jennifer whatever—comes over with a fried tan and fake blonde hair, touching my arm talkin’ ‘Who’s this fine ass man’ like Jordan ain’t right there.”

“Wait wait,” Jimmy cut in, eyes wide. “She let shorty touch you?” Jey leaned in. “Hell no.”

He took a breath like he was still processing it. “Jordan snatched her wrist like she practiced in front of the mirror, threw it off her and straight up wriggled into my space like her life depended on it. Put her whole back on my chest and said, ‘This is my man, Joshua Fatu. Kindly fuck off before I show you what a red bottom to the throat feels like.’”

Sefa wheezed.

Jimmy was cracking up, wheezing into the camera, “Not red bottom to the throat, yo I’m crying.”

“And then?” Sefa asked.

“She huffed like she ain’t just say all that and marched off to the punch table. And when I tried to ask about it later—nothing. Straight up dropped her keys tryna flee, cursed at the sky, bent down and missed the keys, stood up, tripped over her own shoes… she was like a romcom blooper reel.”

Jimmy had his hand over his face. “You down horrendous.”

“I’m cooked,” Jey admitted, falling back on the bed with a sigh. “I’m thinkin’ about her dress and the way she looked at me and how she said that shit like it was instinct, like she ain’t even think about it.”

“Bruh, she meant it,” Sefa said. “Ain’t nobody fake claim a man like that unless she feelin’ something heavy.”

“She don’t even realize what she said,” Jey muttered. “But I can’t stop thinkin’ about it.”

Jimmy grinned. “Man, you better shoot your shot before somebody else with red bottoms and a taser bag her.”

—

Meanwhile, across town…

Jordan was pacing her kitchen in one of her oversized sleep shirts, no pants, hair a frizzy cloud of curls around her face as she whispered to herself like she was in confession.

“Why the fuck would I say that? My man? My man?! Like we’re in a damn Hallmark movie? Am I okay? Am I clinically okay?”

She stopped in front of her fridge, opened it, stared at the Sprite she left earlier, slammed it shut.

“God, just come get me. Beam me up. Deport me. Send me to the multiverse where I know how to act around fine men with tatted abs and dimples.”

She bent down to grab the keys she dropped again that night—because yes, she had to reenact her humiliation—and nearly hit her head on the counter.

“This is what I get. This is divine punishment for lying to the cops, falling asleep with him cradled to my chest, and looking at his lips when I should’ve been looking at Jesus.”

She groaned, collapsing dramatically on the couch face down.

“Joshua Fatu, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

Chapter Forty-Four: Trippy Punch & No Pants

Class felt off without her.

The usual rhythm Jordan Myers brought—sharp slides, dry sarcasm, the soft scent of her lavender lotion trailing when she walked the aisles—was noticeably missing. Instead, some older white man with stained khakis and a faded UCLA hoodie stood at the front of the lecture hall, reading from a printout in a monotone voice like he was being forced to teach at gunpoint.

“Professor Myers is out with a head cold,” he muttered without looking up. “Something about… trippy punch?”

The room stifled laughter. Joshua didn’t.

He grinned so wide he had to bite his lip to hide it. He knew what punch she was talking about. Her reunion. The silk dress. The slit that kept him up all night. Her wild claim—“this is my man, Joshua Fatu”—said like it was written into law. Her stomping off like a pissed-off Disney villain in red bottoms while he tried not to follow her with his tongue hanging out.

Now she was home, probably bundled up and pissed at herself, maybe rewatching Clone Wars or filling a Post-it note with self-scolding doodles. And he knew exactly where he was going after class.

The second the lecture ended, he ignored Jimmy’s texts, ignored Sefa's teasing voicemails, and caught the next bus up the hill to the staff side of campus. He practically jogged the rest of the way. Her building was quiet, just the soft hum of ocean breeze and someone’s faint music playing three doors down.

He knocked.

There was a pause, then a rustle, then—

The door cracked open and Jordan peeked out with one eye and half a face, curls everywhere.

And then—

“Oh my god!” she squeaked, eyes going wide as she realized what shirt she had on. His shirt. The black one he’d worn after Waffle House. No pants in sight. Just long, bare legs and a flash of thigh tattoos.

SLAM.

The door shut fast as thunder.

“Fatu!” her voice came muffled and shrill through the wood. “You have to let me hide—have some mercy—God, why am I like this?!”

He couldn’t stop laughing. “You gonna make me stand out here while you yell at yourself?”

There was a beat. Then a muttered curse.

And the door cracked open again, just enough for one big brown eye and a wild head of curls to peer out at him sheepishly. Her voice dropped to a scratchy whisper.

“I don’t have pants on.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I noticed.”

Another pause.

“You coming in?” she asked softly, tugging the shirt lower to her thighs in vain.

“You sure? I don’t wanna give you a whole other fever.”

She groaned and pulled him in by the arm.

The apartment smelled like lemon and tea. Her laptop was open on the couch, a box of tissues beside it, and a mess of Post-it notes stuck to every reachable surface. Some said things like Remember to rehydrate and Jennifer’s tan is not FDA approved.

“You look a mess,” he teased, tossing his bag down.

“I am a mess,” she muttered, brushing a hand through her curls. “Mentally, emotionally, spiritually. And now apparently immune-system-ally. That punch was brewed by Satan. Pretty sure I hallucinated making out with Chris Pine.”

“You didn’t,” he smirked, walking over to her. “But you did call me your man in front of half your old classmates.”

She winced. “I should’ve just let Jennifer keep touching you. Should’ve walked straight into the ocean instead.”

He tilted his head. “You mad at yourself for telling the truth?”

That shut her up.

Her eyes dropped, and she fiddled with the hem of his shirt, then looked up at him slowly, face warm and pink even under the congestion.

“I’m mad because it was supposed to stay in my head, where all the other inappropriate thoughts about you live rent free,” she whispered. “Not blurted out like a jealous ex at a high school reunion.”

He took a step closer, hand lifting her chin. “And if I liked hearing it?”

She blinked.

And blinked again.

“…then I’d probably spontaneously combust.”

He laughed. Hard.

She groaned and collapsed face-first onto the couch, screaming into a pillow.

And yet—he stayed. He sat beside her and played A New Hope on the TV. He made her tea and carried her to bed like she weighed nothing, tucked her in with a blanket, and left a new Post-it note on her nightstand in his handwriting:

“Still your man, if you want. Also: make more trippy punch.” —Dimples

Chapter Forty-Five “This is fine. Everything’s fine.”

Jordan Myers woke up slowly, warm sunlight streaming across her face through gauzy curtains. Her curls were a riot of messy spirals, and her throat was sore in the back-of-her-sinuses way that meant the “trippy punch” from the reunion was not just punch but a gateway to hell.

But it wasn’t the punch or the cottonmouth that had her rolling onto her back and groaning into her palm.

It was the realization that Joshua Fatu—former felon, current student, future heart problem—had not only shown up at her door when she looked a mess, but he’d tucked her in bed.

She remembered the weight of the comforter being pulled up gently, the faint citrus-mint scent of him near her pillow, and the soft whisper of footsteps retreating like he was scared to disturb her peace.

He hadn’t touched her in any way inappropriate. Hadn’t flirted, hadn’t asked to come inside, hadn’t crossed a single line.

And that, somehow, was worse.

Because he’d done something dangerous.

He’d made her feel safe.

Which was exactly why, when her girls group chat started blowing up with beach day plans, Jordan said yes. She needed sun, sand, and a good distraction from the fine-ass man who kept tucking himself into her brain like a recurring daydream.

She packed light—water bottle, SPF, oversized sunnies, a breezy cover-up she wouldn’t wear for more than five minutes. The moment she saw that sunlight hit her skin in the mirror, she went full hot girl mode.

She chose that swimsuit. The green snakeskin thong one. The one with the stupid string ties that barely qualified as clothing. The one that made her feel like a baddie and had no business being near her job or responsibilities. The one she had no business wearing when her current weakness was six-foot-something Samoan with dimples and too much emotional intelligence for someone fresh out of prison.

But she was committed. She made it to the beach with her girls, her sunglasses on, her curls voluminous, her body lotioned and glitter-kissed.

“I’m fine,” she muttered as she kicked her slides off and stepped into the sun. “Everything’s fine.”

It was not fine.

Because not five minutes into their spot getting set up with towels and snacks, she heard a voice. Familiar. Deep.

Sefa.

She turned her head, and there he was—Joshua’s baby brother, looking like trouble in some black swim trunks and a chain. She made a strangled little gasp and backed up so fast she nearly fell into the snack cooler.

“Ohmygodohmygod—”

She turned again, praying the beach sand would open and swallow her whole.

But the twins were behind him.

Jimmy—or Jonathan, depending on who you asked—grinned immediately. Jey? Jey’s sunglasses were off, and his mouth parted like he wasn’t breathing for a moment.

She tried to backpedal again. Her bare feet slapped the sand. She tripped over her own towel.

And then—

Blackout.

Straight princess-style. Legs buckled. She passed out into poor Sefa’s very confused, very muscled arms.

“Bro… what the fuck just happened?” Sefa blinked.

“She just fainted,” Jimmy whispered in awe, blinking down at the scandalous green bikini and then at Jey. “She saw you and passed out like a Victorian housewife. Are you even aware of your power?”

“I didn’t do shit!” Jey barked, but he was already rushing over, panic slicing through his chest. He crouched next to her, carefully helping Sefa ease her down onto a towel in the shade.

Jordan was out cold—cheeks flushed, lips parted, a little snore escaping.

Jey stared.

The bikini was obscene. The kind of thing he only saw on Instagram models and thirst traps. But this was Jordan. The professor who wore tweed coats and gave pop quizzes. The woman who tased three grown men for him, who made homemade lemonade and fed him Samoan soul food like it was medicine. The one who kissed his forehead when he was too hurt to lift his head.

And here she was: face-down in the sand, looking like a goddamn fever dream.

Jimmy leaned down, whispering in his ear: “So, uh… you think the thong did it? Or the surprise reunion of the entire Fatu clan?”

Jey didn’t answer. He just took off his shirt, gently folded it, and placed it under her head as a makeshift pillow. Then, without thinking, he brushed a thumb over the side of her cheek.

“…You’re okay,” he murmured. “You’re okay, Dr. Myers.”

Sefa blinked. “Yo… she really got you in the feels, huh?”

Jey didn’t deny it.

Because as she blinked awake a few minutes later—eyes dazed, lip caught between her teeth, cheeks still flushed—she looked right at him, voice scratchy.

“Please tell me I dreamed that. I didn’t faint like a punk ass girl in a romance novel, right?”

Jey just smiled and offered her water.

“Oh, baby,” Jimmy chuckled. “You absolutely did.”

Jordan groaned as she sat up halfway, then flopped back onto the towel with the most woeful expression a grown woman in a thong bikini could have.

“God, please,” she muttered toward the sky, shielding her eyes from the sun like it personally betrayed her. “Just obliterate me. Turn me into a grain of sand. I swear I’ll never show cheek in public again.”

The worst part?

They were all still there. The Fatu men. A whole ocean’s worth of towering, tattooed, grinning Samoan men—watching her like she was the best show they’d ever seen.

Even worse? Jey. Who hadn't laughed or teased her. He was just looking at her with that look—that dumb, fond, soul-penetrating look like she’d hung the damn stars.

So naturally, she did what any self-respecting woman would do.

She crawled away.

Sunk low on her forearms and elbows, belly nearly pressed to the beach towel, Jordan started dragging herself sideways like a spy escaping a hostage situation.

“I’m not here,” she whispered. “You don’t see me. I don’t exist.”

Sand clung to her skin. One of her string bikini ties loosened. Her pride had already peaced out. All she had left was denial and an escape plan.

Then she heard it.

A low, amused, too fond voice behind her: “Jaybird.”

She froze mid-crawl.

Everything stopped.

Her hands splayed on the towel. Her toes flexed. Her back arched slightly like she could just melt into the sand and never be seen again.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, face pressed into the crook of her arm.

From behind her, Jimmy snorted hard. Sefa let out a wheeze.

And Jordan, still face-down, weakly waved a hand at the group like she was banishing them from her soul.

“May the force be with you,” she mumbled. “You don’t see me. I’m one with the beach. I’m sand. I’m vibes. I’m disappearing.”

Jey just shook his head, smiling down at the woman who looked like she’d just spiritually combusted in front of him.

“You’re something else,” he said quietly.

She groaned again, still not looking up. “I used to have dignity, you know. Degrees. Credentials. A LinkedIn profile.”

“And now?” Jimmy teased.

“Now I’m just cheeks and chaos,” she muttered. “Goddamn green snakeskin chaos.”

She finally peeked up at Jey, her face redder than ever.

And he?

He just knelt beside her, reached down, and gently helped her sit up—grabbing his T-shirt off her makeshift pillow and slipping it over her head in one smooth motion.

She blinked, now engulfed in the scent of him, the fabric hanging loose and warm down to her thighs. Her bare arms peeked out of the sleeves as she finally looked him in the face.

“You called me Jaybird,” she said quietly.

Jey shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “Slipped.”

A beat passed.

Then she dropped her face into her palms with a moan of pure mortification. “Kill me now. Just bury me in the sand.”

Jimmy leaned in from where he was sprawled out nearby and grinned. “Oh don’t worry, sweetheart. This is going in the group chat.”

Chapter Forty-Six “Baby cake quality.”

Jordan refused to lift her face from the crook of her arm, her cheek squished flat against her towel as she laid there like she was begging the sun to fry her into ash. Her curls were half-matted, half-wild, and her green snakeskin bikini—now mostly hidden under Jey’s oversized T-shirt—clung to her like it had been a co-conspirator in her emotional demise.

Her voice came muffled, low, and tinged with wounded pride and scientific curiosity.

“At least when I was crawling away like a goddamn beach possum…” she muttered, “did my ass give fat, or was it like… baby cake quality?”

The silence that followed was criminal.

Then a choked sound—Jimmy wheezing into his fist.

Sefa face-planted into his towel, body shaking with laughter.

And Jey?

He tilted his head, that low-lidded smirk pulling at his lips as he crouched beside her again. He rubbed at the corner of his mouth like he was trying not to grin, but failed epically.

“Jaybird,” he said, voice a little raspy with amusement. “You really want an honest answer?”

She groaned and peeked out at him from under the mess of her curls, eyes narrowed with a warning glare… but also just the tiniest hint of mischief.

“I asked, didn’t I?”

Jey dropped his voice, leaned a little closer, and without missing a beat murmured, “Definitely gave fat. Rich, vitamin D milk kind. I almost helped push you the rest of the way like a turtle who’d flipped over.”

“Jesus Christ,” she wheezed, smacking a hand over her face.

“But like—premium turtle,” Sefa added unhelpfully, holding up a thumbs up behind his sunglasses. “Top-tier shell.”

Jimmy, always the instigator, chimed in next. “She hit that crawl like ‘Baby Got Back’ was playing in her brain.”

Jordan’s laughter burst out before she could stop it, loud and humiliated and unwillingly delighted. She rolled onto her back dramatically and slapped her hands over her face.

“You people are menaces,” she declared.

“And you,” Jey added softly, “are so damn cute when you’re flustered.”

That shut her up.

Her hands slowly lowered just enough for her eyes to peek out at him—wide, a little unsure, still red in the cheeks but glowing with something warmer now.

“Don’t say things like that,” she whispered, her voice suddenly quiet against the loud crash of the waves.

Jey blinked. “Why not?”

“Because I’m already down horrendously bad,” she said, half-laughing, half-serious. “And your T-shirt smells like home and I don’t even know what to do with that.”

For a moment, it was quiet again. The teasing settled. The waves crashed on like background music to whatever unspoken thing was blooming between them.

Then Jey leaned back onto his elbows beside her and smiled. Not smug. Not teasing. Just honest.

“Then don’t do anything,” he said gently. “Just stay right here. With me.”

She blinked at him.

And stayed right there.

Chapter Forty-Six

The sea was a slow lull of rhythm behind them, foam curling and falling again with lazy affection against the shoreline. Evening light dipped low across the horizon, painting everything in soft gold and pink. Jey walked beside her, long strides relaxed and confident, the setting sun catching the cut of his jaw and bare chest. His gold chain glinted just above his collarbone, and his tattoos—tribal, inked deep, steeped in stories—seemed to glow against his skin.

Jordan tried not to look.

Really, she did.

But God wasn’t on her side today.

She’d spent the last ten minutes walking next to a man who looked carved from divine favor, and every time he shifted just slightly, flexed unintentionally, or brushed his arm too close to hers, she thought she might combust. Her eyes stayed forward, glued to the horizon like she was being held hostage by its beauty. Anything not to glance south and catch those abs again.

“I can feel you thinking,” Jey teased softly, voice a low ripple.

Her lips twisted into a guilty little smile. “I’m just thinking about the ocean.”

He side-eyed her, amused. “That why you’re walking like it’s lava beneath your feet?”

Jordan coughed into her elbow to cover a laugh. “Maybe I’m just appreciating nature.”

“Oh, is that what this is?” he asked, smirking as he slowed his steps. His voice dropped lower, teasing. “I thought maybe you were avoiding lookin’ at me, Professor.”

Jordan’s neck burned. She refused to look over. “Don’t flatter yourself, Fatu.”

“Mmhmm.” He knew what that meant.

They stopped at a bend in the beach where the tide reached furthest up the sand. Jey stepped ahead and turned to face her, walking backward as the wind tugged at his curls and the last of the sunlight painted golden against his shoulders. His smile, slow and knowing, tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“You know you ain’t gotta pretend,” he murmured, his voice brushing against her like velvet. “I’ve seen that look before. Lotta girls used to give me that in high school.”

Jordan rolled her eyes, cheeks deepening to crimson. “Yeah, well, you’re not in high school anymore, and I’m not a girl.”

He slowed to a stop. “Nah, you a whole woman. The kind that fights with pink tasers and lies to cops and makes me feel like I got a shot at something real.”

She glanced up then, eyes meeting his, and for a moment she forgot about his abs, his chest, or her embarrassment. The look he gave her was tender, almost reverent.

“You’re the first person to look at me and see more than a record,” he said quietly. “Sometimes I still don’t know why.”

Jordan chewed her lip for a second, fighting off every instinct to shrink away. But this was the same man who she let rest against her chest as he cried out from a nightmare. The same man who stood tall and proud when she called him her man just to chase off an old high school rival. He deserved honesty.

“I saw you before the record,” she said softly. “I saw the man you tried to be under it.”

He took a slow step closer. “And now?”

She looked up, finally, and let herself drink him in fully, not just the body, not just the muscles, but the soft gleam in his eyes. “Now I see the man you’re becoming.”

For once, Jey didn’t know what to say. So he reached out, slow and careful, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, fingers brushing her cheek like she might break if he pushed too hard. Jordan felt her knees wobble.

“You cold?” he asked quietly, noticing the way she shivered, though it wasn’t from the wind.

“Just allergic to overwhelming handsomeness,” she deadpanned, but her voice wobbled enough that they both knew the truth.

He laughed then, that full, deep sound that made her stomach clench in dangerous ways.

“You got it bad, huh?” he grinned, his dimples sinking deep.

Jordan groaned, threw her head back, and started walking away. “Don’t start, Dimples. Just let me pretend I have dignity left.”

He followed behind her, smile stretching wide, arms folded behind his head like he had all the time in the world. And maybe he did—so long as she kept looking at him like that.

#jey uso fanfiction #jey uso x black oc #romance #x black oc #mature fic

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fandomgoesahhhhhhhhh · 4 months ago

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🌊Moana 2 Aftermath Headcanons🌊

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THOSE WHI HAVEN’T WATCH MOANA 2!! BE WARNED!! Also will mention trauma and angst!

(Credit to @startoons1105 who also helped with some of the headcanons. Headcanons and art is under cut. All of these headcanons just focus on Moana and her struggles after Moana 2)

(Art by me. Sorry if the outfit isn’t detail like in the movie. I’m not THAT good at art, though I did put some details in the outfit to make up for that)

So a new Demi-Goddess…I’m sure we all wondering what her abilities are probably gonna be like. I saw this one headcanon(idk by who, but I like the idea. Not stealing it ofc) that the ancestors have to transform some of Maui’s powers to revive her so like super strength and shapeshift powers with her oar could be one of her abilities. However, due to her connection with the sea, she could only turn into sea animals. The only land animals she can transform is a pig and a chicken due to her animal pals, but again, with Maui, Moana needs her oar to do so.

Another ability is controlling the water and wind..well, to some limits. I headcanon she’ll be known as the DemiGoddess of Sailing or the Sailing DemiGoddess and while on the boat, she can control the water and wind to the exact location, though if she’s not on her boat, she can only control water within reach. Not saying that it’s always stay that way, but at the moment, she can only use water on everywhere else within close reach and only use wind for her adventures.

Speaking of ability, I headcanon all full gods can walk on clouds while some demigods can, depending on their abilities and what they’re god/goddess of. Maui was curious and just yeet Moana to the clouds. Bad news, she couldn’t and fall into the water…good news, she can breathe under water.

now Angst >:3, she have a HUGE scar on her back(refer to the back scar art I did) and she always flinches or at least, jumps when someone touch it. I imagine it sends a small shock through her body..she usually tried to cover it with her outfit and her hair, trying to keep it hidden. Whenever she is asked about the scar, she doesn’t really go into detail, just say that it’s just a scar from the adventure.

Along with the last headcanon. She also became touch adverse(basically rejecting physical touch) during the first few weeks after the movie due to her back scar. Especially with hugs and giving Simea(little sister) any kind of physical touch. Ofc Simea is too young(being 3yo) to understand and usually tried to hug Moana which Moana would usually tense and tried so hard not to show discomfort.

Rainstorms are her FEAR!! Whenever there’s rain, even if it’s a drizzle, she’ll hide under her quarter until it’s gone. Same with lightning and thunders, she usually hide under her blanket and just stays with Hei Hei and Pua til the storm is over.

She also stay in her island for a few weeks..gaining a temporary fear of the water..cause she did died under the water. I know it’s somewhat OOC of her, but it’s not like a HUGE fear. She just prefer to stay in the island for a few weeks..you know to recover and everything.

While she IS a Demi-goddess, she prefer to keep it as a secret. The only people who know are her boat team, Maui, and her parents(Simea is too young to understand). She prefer not to get all the attention after a traumatized event..if anyone ask, she’ll just say it’s a normal tattoo.

Speaking of knowing, she did told her parents….ofc, they were shock and..and worried. They would tried to hug her, but with Moana rejecting physical touch for a while, they stay with her with an enough distant and just stay in the room with her and comfort her verbally. They also comfort her during the rainstorm and just be there for her when she needs them.

Moana is always tense and on edge, usually shaking up after everything..but she usually tries to cover it up..she can’t let her people see her struggles. Her parents and her boat team noticed and be there to comfort her in private and quiet areas, mostly her parents and Loto if she’s not busy with ships.

And that’s all me and Star came up with. We both like the movies,, though we did wish it could be more detail and such, but the movie was good. Thanks for reading this and see ya. We need some Moana angst headcanons anyways

#disney headcanons #moana 2 #disney moana #Moana headcanons #headcanons #post-movie event #angst headcanons #shared headcanons #headcanon #art by me #moana waialiki #moana of motunui #just angst headcanons #make it took a while #and been a while #disney #moana 2 spoilers

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ok, but I love how Star in her rewrite is so different! It's something about Maginifico that's so evil and twisted that it makes a literal wishing star not want to make any wishes come true! The boy has a real and strong trauma, and the worst part that doesn't translate into anger or resentment is just… fear. He, a super powerful cosmic being with massive capacity, is afraid of being trapped his whole life to the point where he just wants to disappear from sight. And so… raw and deep. And like Asha, she's this sweet girl who really just wants to help and figure things out. And I have to say, Star being fed up with everything and on the verge of a nervous breakdown will never not be hilarious to me!

Thanks so much for the feedback!! I’m glad you’re loving my Wish AU so far! Comments like yours give me so much motivation and happy hormones to keep going 💖💖💖

And wow, a lot of you guys love Star so much I’m starting to get worried you might kidnap him away while I’m not looking- /j 😂😂

(But if you think my little snippets and doodles are soo good, buddy, you’re not ready for the full-blown blast of a story I’m outlining and planning in my notes- )

But when you mentioned RFTS!Asha? It reminded me of this scene from Moana talking to Maui:

“If you want to tell me that I don’t know what I’m doing, I know I don’t!”

“But my island is dying. And I want to help. But I can’t…if you won’t let me….”

And I’m like: “Hey! That’s sort of actually what I’m going for their initial dynamic!”

Yes, RFTS!Asha is too sweet for her own good and wants to make everyone happy. Its why she wants to grant wishes because she thinks that’s the only way they could ever be.

It’s why she’s pushing so hard out of her comfort zone because she’s motivated by her love of Rosas and her friends and family. Love is her greatest trait. And if that’s not a Disney protagonist to look up to, then who is? ^^

#disney wish #wish rewrite #wish au #reach for the stars au #rfts au #wish 2023 #wish starboy #wish asha #wish star #ask

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Hello love!!🥰 How are you? Hope this last month of the year 2024 going well for you¡ I'm here to participate in your Cocoon game🦋

My initial are R.J🧚‍♀️ (she/her) Libra moon!

Favorite song that inspires you to make scenarios in your head

A whole new world from Aladdin. I love this song so much<3 the melody and lyrics are just so beautiful, when this song start play I just create scenario where I'm flying in the sky high. free from the world and seeing all start above the sky and deep ocean blue below! Makes my heart flutter lol.

Favorite Movie because you can never get over the plot.

I don't think so I have any favourite movie cause my choices for films always changed by time. But still I like titanic for her romance and unconditional love and Disney's moana for her creative and self realization story. For me moana is the one of those princesses of destiny who doesn't need anyone's help to find her way regardless of her ancestors and her own intuition. It may not what you expecting for a fav movie but it is what it is:)

Favorite fictional character with (in your opinion) the best character development arc.

Again my fav fictional character is moana! I just see myself in her each time I watched the movie. How she find her way, she listened to her true heart calling when it's feels like a delusion, she doesn't even know that there is Te-fiti who needs her help to find her true self ( As we know te-fiti is the Teka)! She doesn't even realise who she is but also help Maui and te-fiti too. I have alot of reasons to say that she is the best fictional character for me🌀 I'm going to explain much otherwise it's too much for you to read😅

Thankyou Elle✨ if you choose to answer me!

Have a good week ahead!🕊

(reminder: this is for entertainment purposes only) Hi R. J.,

Thank you so much for participating in

my "COCOON" ask game.

I love how your song is "A Whole New World" and your gif is Moana~

Definitely, there's just something about Titanic and Moana that just makes these movies iconic in their own right~

Yes, Moana's character development is as astounding as it is uniquely and thought-provoking~ I remember watching it for the first time and it had me literally stunned in my seat when it reached the plot twist in the movie.

The cards I pulled for you are:

King of Cups, Tower, 3 of Wands

Based on the first card, it would seem as though you are called to minimize this over-extension of your loving and wise nature. It's like you have the tendency to over-give to those who take advantage of your kindness and generosity.

There's nothing wrong with wanting to help others out, it's the tendency of being so available and eager to help/save that you need to avoid, so as to prevent burn outs and crash outs.

It's like you're so loving and caring for others that you have the tendency to forget that you have limits too.

So with the first card, you are advised to ensure your needs are met before you start thinking of being there for others. You are free to help out whenever you can, but you are called to put yourself first above all else.

Never forget, you can't pour out of an empty cup.

The second card suggests that you are encouraged to let go of traumas that bound you to keep mentally reliving the past. I am aware that this specific card is asking quite a lot from you, as it is way easier said than done. So with this, take your time and pace yourself as this specific encouragement may take more than a year to truly resolve and sustainably establish in your daily life.

Practical suggestions are therapy, EMDR, Somatic Healing and exercises, etc. Basically, with this portion, do your research and implement this self-care in your daily habits, in your own pace.

I would like to remind you that you don't owe anyone any kind of explanation about the things you need to do, in order to healthily show up for your own well-being. You may inform others, but by no means, is it an obligation or requirement to do so.

So, be selective of who you confide to in this manner. And never forget that you deserve all that is good that you desire and work hard in life for. You don't have to feel guilty for wanting more out of life. You owe to yourself to live life the way you truly want to experience it. And that you are a human BEING, not a human DOING. So never forget that, you are not just someone's kid, sibling, friend, or coworker. You are your own person and you deserve happiness because you exist.

The last card suggests that you are called to let go of obsessing over the future, as you are encouraged to be present and live in the now.

It would seem that either you're too burdened by your past mistakes or you're plagued by the what-ifs of the future. You hyper-fixate on two time periods when one has already long passed where as the other is yet to unfold.

Living in this approach will likely result in you not being fully aware of the present. Living this way might likely make you feel like your time is running out. Your tendency to obsess over things beyond your control will leave you feeling disconnected from those around you. Like either time has slipped through your fingertips or time is too short. Either way, this way of life will make you overthink and unintentionally dismiss the value of the time you currently exist in.

This concept might elude you so let me give you a question, though this might start sounding lowkey morbid.

Ask yourself:

If you were on your deathbed right now, what would be your biggest regrets in life?

List them all down. Don't rush through this exercise. Answering this rather morbid question can serve as an eye-opener to hopefully aid you to live a more fulfilling life.

Basically, this overall reading suggests that you do your best to mindful and be present in the moment. Incorporating habits and practices related to these will help you welcome the new chapters in your life by 2025.

Channeled song for you is:

12th random shuffle from my dice throw

Last Intuitive Message to end this reading:

I find it really unusual that this song came to your reading because this song is so fun and free and goes with the flow. Then I gave it another listen and it made me realize, the singers convey an emotion about enjoying someone's presence by being in the moment.

Which now makes more sense why this song showed up in your reading. Because this is a potential future for you. One when you actually learn how to go with the flow and enjoy being in the present moment of your life. Being able to create meaningful and fun connections as they celebrate being in each other's lives.

Granted the song itself doesn't strictly translate to this but it's more of the energy of your potential future. A timeline when you actually and truly enjoy being alive.

Thank you for taking the time to participate in my new ask game.

Feel free to head back into my ask inbox to send your feedback.

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#divination #ask game #ask #answered #tarot reading #tarot #tarotcommunity #intuition #shufflemancy

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thmolineux · 1 year ago

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* ◟ : 𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐤 . 𝙳𝙹 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 . 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌. 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛. 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚊��𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 & 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 .

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙶𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝙾𝙽 … ? ●● 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚈 : 𝚅𝙸𝚂𝚄𝙰𝙻 . ● 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚈 : 𝙺𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝚃 . ●●● 𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚁𝚈 : 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳 .

* ◟ : 〔 jacob elordi , cis man + he/him 〕 theodore 'teddy' novak , some say you’re a 29 year old lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both a flop era survivor ✨ and a fuck-up magnet, one can’t help but think of marching powder by hyphen when you walk by . are you still a dj headliner at the gravity nightclub & an associate of the jade tribe as the prodigal ? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and loose ends, burner flip phones, off-label jeans & glitter stickers, although we can’t help but think of : the son ( bullet train ), christopher moltisanti ( sopranos // many saints of newark ), michael gray ( peaky blinders ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets . ( j. , 25 , they/them , N/A , GMT + none . )

full googledoc intro tbd pending plotting so for now this is what we get 💅

keeping the bar low like teddy would've wanted <;3

your honour he is literally a wet rag frankensteined from different media babygirls that have one thing in common: serving c*nt and abject failure

𝚃𝚆: 𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙶𝚂/𝚂𝚄𝙱𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙰𝙱𝚄𝚂𝙴 , 𝙺𝙸𝙳𝙽𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝙼𝚄𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁 (<𝟹 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙾𝙽), 𝙽𝙴𝙶𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃, 𝙵𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚄𝙼𝙰 𝙴𝚃𝙲. 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙻𝙻.

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 … 𝙷𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚈 ?

novak is not his real name.

teddy is also not his real name.

red flaaaag 🚩

born to a criminal family, with origins in southeastern europe but activating primarily in london & manch. ( stay tuned to see this in a wanted plot coming soon in your area ... tbd. if any of his former relatives/connections can still come into play somehow or if they're more of a past coming back up to bite situation )

family dealt with auto theft & stolen goods tr*fficking (esp. machinery & comm tech) and synthetic dr*gs as their specific niche, but they started to branch out into the ✨international hit list✨when teddy was in his teens

as a result of his father's enterprising spirit & determination to piss off every criminal white collar and blue and black, teddy spent his critical development years getting k*dnapped a lot 💗 literally worst school trip ever

initially, teddy was raised as the company's inheritor (sins of the father sins of the sire etc.) and primed to take the reins. however, it soon became obvious that he is a) a liability b) sitting ducks leverage because he's just here getting his ass kidnapped on the daily and c) more damaging to the family capital alive than dead bc homeboy does not have what it takes to hack it in the big bad world

if early years teddy was trauma central, 20s teddy was in his true delulu element. between rehab stints & dropping off the face of the earth whenever he felt like it, he didn't just fumble the bag - he actively jeopardized every one of his father's assignments. he really made dynastic disappointment his brand

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 … 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴 ?

it's hard to see the straw that broke the camel's back. hell, sometimes it's even hard to see the camel. maybe it was that one invoice from a private clinic in maui that offered 'energetic detox' as a cure for addiction. charge it to the game, mate. maybe it was the payphone pleas for bail money, each from a different jurisdiction. maybe it was the chain of untenable business ideas (replicant fight club anyone?) in the already-tanked entertainment industry. maybe it was the off-shore ransom calls, really. how many times can a man be asked to ransom his son from a serbian halfway house? it's not like they give air miles for that, do they?

whatever it was: a few years ago, his father stopped.

everything stopped.

the rescue missions. the cash flow. the security back-up.

teddy's father didn't just stop saving him from himself. he stopped saving him from everyone else.

for all the world knew, the fastest rising criminal in the european underworld never had a son at all.

teddy was stunned. struck dumb, that he could be cut off like this - like deadweight. not because he was under any illusion of being anything else, but because he thought he covered his base. he thought he leveraged his charms enough to be loved despite it. after all, he'd been relying on his mother & her side of the family for help for years. he assumed that line would never run slack, regardless of where his father stood on his waste of a son. only it did.

at first, he was convinced it was all over. this, his life - whatever he tried to make of it. if one of his father's rivals wouldn't get to him, then surely the job market would. because honestly, what's a quicker death sentence than capitalism?

then, he thought that maybe being dead to the world isn't as bad as all that.

there's a certain freedom that comes with no longer being the son.

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 … 𝙾𝙽𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 ?

he went to the place where all lawless, turned-out creatures go - and all things without a name. new york. waste and dead-ends, sure; and boundless opportunity.

surviving the city in its first hungry, desperate years wasn't easy. it's a breakneck tie, what was worse about the whole affair: the poverty or the fear. having fuck-all to fall back on. always being on the lookout. constantly scouting for any hint of recognition; for any guy that knows a guy placing a call behind his back.

for two years, he holds his breath. the drugs help, sure; and then the popularity, the fame, the flow of people and offers and gigs - those help a little, too. he had always been loved; even at his lowest, even when he was not respected, perhaps - he was still loved. sought after. he couldn't be anything but used to it.

he falls in with the jade tribe, recruited on a white night. who knows what came first? maybe they picked him because of his downright psychic fucking knowledge of everyone's predilections; the cued-in awareness of what the gravity clientele needs. or maybe it went the other way around; maybe he somersaulted ranks at the club, made headliner courtesy of his name in some jade capo's pocket.

much like his downfall, teddy doesn't know where his luck began. he can't see the starting point. he just places his bets. he places it all on red.

two years, three years; five. a new moon and a tide changing. and still, theodore novak holds his breath.

the stakes get higher. he starts asking for more; he charges higher people, silent people. he trades in different bargaining chips. he collects data. that's what he is, now: a close kept book of names, and numbers, and needs. of weak points.

he rises higher.

if he was a betting man? if anyone asked him, back there at the start?

he'd have given himself five days.

but to his own surprise, new york has a magnetism for disaster. the only real way to win is sticking it out; staying alive one second longer than the other guy. that guy, there on the floor.

new york isn't conquered; it is survived. and if there's one thing teddy could do, it was enduring.

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 … 𝙳𝙸��𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 ?

for anybody who cared to look, for anyone who knew how, the boy who goes by theodore novak is everything he's ever been. liability. leverage. treasure. it all depends on who gets to him first. only this time, he isn't sitting idle.

it's a matter of potential; it's a matter of the right offer. the right question. could teddy be turned as a weapon - and if so, against who? his family? their contacts in the new country? the jade tribe?

what is theodore novak, the prodigal son - the boy that was once solomon 'sonny' belkov, looking for? a way out - or a way back?

most days, he doesn't know himself. besides, anyone who's been in new york long enough understands this: too often, a way out and a way back are the same thing.

what matters is that he will not have to wonder whether he's more valuable alive or dead ever again. what matters is not only that he survived, but how he did. what matters is that, when all is said and done, even if new york burns: teddy is covered.

he still has his family's training. better yet: he still has their secrets.

#literally everything is a placeholder because im so well adjusted 💗#𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 : 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 .#LAWLESSINTRO

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I don't think I'll ever be able to comprehend Christianity. Like not in a holier than thou way (which. Is funny) but like. I just can't. Keep the facts in my brain.

I know about the three guys following the north star and giving gifts to baby Jesus christ

And there's that one guy who loses his strength cuz his hair gets cut off

And there's the women who bring this baby to the king cuz they don't know whose it is and he says to chop it in half.

And there's peter who walks on a lake but sinks/drowns cuz of his unfaithfulness?

But I don't think I'll ever be able to like. Ever truly comprehend how billions of people believe its true yknow? And even then it's like. A story that billions have read and the Bible has influenced like all sorts of art pieces and writing. And I'm sure on a subconscious level it informs my art.

But honestly? It just feels so. Fake. It feels like liquid, I can never truly scoop up it just leaks out of my hands. Does that make sense?

I'll never be able to remember about Christmas or Easter or even that Sunday is when they go to church (that is the day right?) I'll always remember Saturday though.

It's difficult to put into words why I have such trouble comprehending/remembering/accepting this religion/culture into my framework of the world. I just can't.

And it's not like. Out of trauma. My maui family who is christian/catholic are very loving and the way they worship is very different from how the white mainlanders do it. So I don't quite know why I am this way. Even though for the majority of my life I was raised with this belief system.

#christianity #religion

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macmanx · 2 years ago

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"They've lost family, they've lost their pets. They've lost everything," says south Maui clinical social worker Debbie Scott. She says for some who had to flee the flames, the initial shock is now giving way to wrenching anxiety, nightmares, depression, and sometimes anger, as the depth of the trauma settles in.

Survivors are still dealing with physical challenges like where they'll be living in the coming weeks and months. But the size of the emotional and psychological toll here is coming into sharper focus as the need for mental health support is growing. Mental health administrator Oliver calls it "the worst mental health disaster in our state's modern history."

"There's a heaviness in the air that is — we're destroyed," social worker Scott says. "We're not going to have all the answers right now." She paused her private practice to help counsel the displaced at a community center in South Maui that's been turned into a temporary shelter. "We're coping."

#mental health #hawaii #maui #wildfires #lahaina

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penguinly · 2 months ago

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I’ve gotta say that Moana 2 is probably not a cinematic masterpiece but holy shit.

1. Namedropping fanfiction is absolutely insane. Like I could maybe forgive that Maui stan but having him say fanfiction? What the fuck Disney???

2. That part where her sister says “don’t leave me” breaks me even though there is no reason to care about her as a character. That one line kills me. They cannot be making one dimensional characters like that and then give them the perfect separation anxiety trauma like this?????

Also yeah I know the movie’s been out for like a month.

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 1 year ago

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Maui Melon Mint

by motleyfam “The analysis is complete. The bottle residue and samples we collected all tested positive for norovirus RNA—or, as it’s more commonly known, stomach flu.” “Jesus take the wheel…” Timothy murmurs under his breath, ducking his head and tapping his fingers to his forehead, chest, and each shoulder in the sign of the cross. Damian rolls his eyes. “Aren’t you Jewish, Drake.” “I am an immunocompromised agnostic who just sat through a four-hour stakeout with three people who are now puking their guts up,” he bites back. “I will take anyone who’s listening.” Richard gives a weak snort. “So this is a literal Hail Mary?” Timothy glares back. “Yes.” — (In the case of Bats vs. Stomach Bug, there can only be one victor.) Words: 9233, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Duke Thomas, Stephanie Brown Relationships: Damian Wayne & Everyone, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Banter, Sibling Bonding, but like in the trauma bonding kind of way, Vomiting, so much vomiting, if jokes about bodily functions aren’t really your jam, then this fic probably isn't for you, warning you now, Norovirus, Sick Dick Grayson, Sick Jason Todd, Sick Cassandra Cain, Sick Tim Drake, Sick Damian Wayne, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Damian Wayne Has a Heart via https://ift.tt/m72Iuvb

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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muavenusphoenix · 2 years ago

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If you didn't get the memo, now you knowwww, hoe beau(s)...

Tis only when I've become emotionally invested & vulnerable, will I retaliate. So, don't you dare play games with my heart. If I've so happened to drop my shield to shpiel my heart out, then best respect & be direct either which way. On the rare neurochemical oxytocin related occasion, do I overshare my Cups (Water sign suite in Tarot) of Love (attention/focus/energy). And if my burning desire / passion fire is not quenched by Cups of Love (which for me at the very least, is direct honesty of intentions) & becomes unrequited, then might as well call it Arson. Caused by Sekhmet ~ a principal protector & guide of mine. She breathes flames from the Sun, so all it takes is just one Eye of Ra lazy yawn to start a raging Maui "bon" fire, solar flare storm. Short lived, but rampant & deadly. So for anyone who is in a distorted narc vamp cowardly lion gaslightin' phase (which is sadly, all too common these days): BEST protect ya neck, cuz she is the twisted firestarter inspiration behind The Prodigy's song.

**MY ADVICE: Whether or not, you interpret her (or his, or any entity's) heart's confession declaration as a trivial, suspicious ruse ~ love bomb thirst trap... IF that cup of love is sincere 'n' pure, AND mishandled in return -- you are setting yourself up for judgement aka bad karma. This is why it is so important to be mindful when engaging with potential lovers. If someone gives you their truth, you must respond with your truth -- if you wish to be upstanding in the spiritual realm. Manipulation and/or misunderstandings cause the scales of justice to be imbalanced. If the feelings are mutual, then great. But if it's a nay or not sure, the most honorable way is the honest way say. Yeeah, it sucks when faced with a letdown (on both ends). I hate that I can be a heartbreaker. Nonetheless, I always speak my truth ~ be it good news or bad news. Cos in my opinion, nothing is more shameful than wasting other peoples' time. Now, if neither party asks nor knows, then ain’t no worries with respect to karma. But if faced with giving a definitive statement, the WORST thing one can do is gaslight, lie, and ghost (ghosting is super fucked, esp if you’ve already shared an intimate encounter). No one likes to be rejected. But I’d rather be flat out denied than to be strung along & fed crumbs. REMEMBER: “Rejection is God’s Protection”…Yeah, a small minority of fuck boys & bitches may respond with crazy when rejected. But it’s better the sooner done, am i right? The longer one entertains a toxic individual, the more entangled one becomes — making it extremely difficult & burdensome to cut & sever ties later on. Such situationships were more than likely formed via trauma bonding, sustained by toxic codependent behaviors. It’s always a good idea to make sure you’ve addressed & healed any childhood trauma before entering any sort of romantic situation (which is a tangent for another conversation).

All in all, I hope that I’ve imparted some useful information to y’all. We all fuck up. But it seriously blows my mind how common gaslighting & ghosting has become. Like its the norm. I recognize that fear plays a huge role. Just know INTEGRITY is the key, prize & prerequisite for establishing & maintaining any healthy and fulfilling relationship (including platonic).

#gaslighting #relationships #intimacy #honesty #truth #integrity #Sekhmet #justice #love #honor

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nityarawal · 2 years ago

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8/19/2023

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Are You Dead?

Morning Songs

Waited On Hold

3 Days Straight

To Confirm Trial

Back And Forth

To The Library

Charging Phone

Telling Alibis

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Said The Clerks

Not One Alibi

Showed Up At Court

Not One Alibi

On The Phone

No One Wants

BS Your Sellin'

Mr. Stapleton

Wanted A Continuance

Rape

Murder

Dr's Threats

But Don't Your Eyes

Work Sir

No Research

No Retaliation

No Suppanaes

What Did You Do

No Victim Reports

DA Disclosures

Who Fixes

Your Mess

"Bless This Mess,"

I Re-endacted Probate Lies

You Made Murder

A Foul Pride

Parade

Are You Dead

No Knowledge

What Is A Probate

The PD Asked

Ignorant

Of Law

Yesterday

Let Me Google

That For You

A Realtor Anyway

I'm Not Your Receptionist

The Clerk Back Talked Me

I'm Not Your Receptionist

No Management

Here

I'm Not Your Receptionist

No You Are Not

Who Hired You Anyway

I'm Not Your Receptionist

She Threatened

With A Deputy

I'm Not Your Receptionist

She Said

And The Backstory

Was

She'd Rather Murder

Moms And Me

Jealous Dyke

With Infertility

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Says Riverside Courts

San Diego PDs

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Says IEHP

I'm Not Your Receptionist

I Have A Gag Order

You See

Pimps Got Me

Everytime You Call

A Gun Up Against

My Back

As I Type

Your Transcripts

Hoping AI

Will Take Over

Record

Give Me

Ease

I'm Not Your Receptionist

She Says

With A Dick

At Her Back

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Does He Smell

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Are You Allergic To The Dick

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Is It Because Of What The Judge Did

I'm Not Your Receptionist

But Why Not My Dear

Why Such A Mommy

Hater

You Know Your Parents

Brought You Here

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Then Get Another Job

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Learn How To Network

Google Stuff

Or Send An Email

With Files

For A Suppanaed

Trial

Investigation

Now Complete

After 7 Years

Of Mediocrity

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Not To The Judges

Either

No Transcripts

Just Dumping

Covid Matter

Nanoparticles

Heavy Metals

Brain Broke

With Courts

Seems You Have PTSD

Trauma

Bonding

No Empathy

Compassion

3rd Eye Burned

Out

On Drugs

Like Lahaina

Mother Maui

Only Ashes Left

Dust

I'm Not Your Receptionist

So Why Doesn't

AI Take Over

I'm Not Your Receptionist

"It's Britney Bitch,"

She Says Again

Calling

Appealing

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Then Why You

Taking Our Calls

Interfering

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Says The Clerk

Clearly

We Wish You Were

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Says Court Clerks

Above It All

I'm Not Your Receptionist

Clearly

Because Our Courts

"Went To Sh**

In A Hand Basket,"

Brits Say

Of Germ Warfare

From UK

Not A Receptionist

Not A DishWasher

Not A Nanny

Mom

Got No Credentials

Not A Dr

Not A Lawyer

Not A Mother

Not A Court

Contender

Just A Silencer

For Dr. GARDNER

Pedophile Rapes

Dyke Defender

Yeah- We Got Your Number

CPS

And We're Reporting

Court Murders

All Your Probate Murders

Today

Stealing Mothers

Children's Estates

With Foul Play

Bribes

In The Dark Holidays

Burned Out Of Maui

Anyways

Courts In The Dark

Neglecting Moms

Kids

Not A Receptionist

Says Another Civil

Servant

Not A Receptionist

No You're Not

Won't Cooperate

Never Trained

Won't Liquidate

50 Billion Dollar Government

Moles

Spies

Breeding Whores

Stop The Rapes

Gigolos

Not A Receptionist

Not An Officer Of

Court

Press A Button

Then

We Don't Need You

Just AI Hurry

Calculate

Today

Divorce Dissolutions

With X Grace's

Do Your Job

Not A Receptionist

Well I'm Not Dead

Why'd Court Put

A Probate

On Millions Of Heads

I'm Not Dead

Are You Dead

Did You Enjoy

Maui

Fires

Are You Dead Now

900 Lost

800 Body Bags

Ready To Go

Bury Sins

No Obituary

Or Testimony

From Silencing Defense Team

Raiding You

And Me

In Riverside

With Coroner Sheriff

Faggoting Up

Law Enfocement

With Bigotry

Are You Dead Now

Because We Need

Your Homes

And Our Homes

Back

Every Attys Office

From Clerk To President

Are You Dead Now

We Need You Homed

Hospital Beds

Taxes To Pay

Leave Our Homes

Are You Dead Now

Mr. Judge

Now

For A Probate

Did Hurricane Hillary

Blow Your Courts Away

Wife Murder

No Monica's Left

To Blow

Are You Dead Now

For Rotating

Magistrate Judges

Murder

Are You Dead Now

Mr. JUDGE

Now

Sanctioned

Your Honor

Judith Clark

Judge Davis

Commissioner Ratekin

Mok & Brower

Sawbraw

Immigration

Trans

Construct

Are You Dead Now

Maybe You Should Be

Is That Why

A Good Samaritan

Gave Me $20 Dolla'?

Add 8 0's And We'll

Call It Even

Mr. X

On The Triple

Please

Mahalo

Elon

Peace

Pau,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

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losertriangles · 2 years ago

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Everything I do, I do for her

A/N: I'm taking a quick break from Trollhunters as I'm starting to get burnt out with it, and don't want to get sick of it, so I watched Moana for the first time in 5 years and decided to make this.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, mentions of death, no gore, angst with no comfort

Word count: 2.6k

The night was dark and silent over the ocean. On a small canoe, Moana and Maui sat silently as they sailed over the sea.

Maui had taught Moana a great deal that day, and was exhausted, so he sat at the front of the boat while she steered, making sure to keep her under close supervision.

With little else to do, Moana began to look over his tattoos, which the moon illuminated on his back, as she steered.

She glances towards his shoulder, stopping at one particular tattoo that stood exactly where his heart was.

It was of a girl, standing in the ocean, the water going up to her knees as she holds a large bouquet of flowers in her hands. Her smile was wide, and she was obviously very happy, like this was her favorite place to be.

Moana stares at the tattoo curiously until Mini Maui notices her staring. He jumps over Maui's shoulder and waves with a smile.

Moana smiles faintly and waves back before gesturing to the tattoo curiously.

Mini Maui's smile immediately falls into a frown as he looks at the girl, not daring to approach her or interact with her, so she stayed exactly as she was.

"Which one are you looking at?" Maui's voice breaks through the silence.

Moana didn't answer, not wanting him to know she had been staring.

"You're terrible at hiding it, princess." Maui says, glancing back at her. "Which one?"

"The girl." Moana finally responds, her voice quiet. "On your back, where your heart is."

Maui sighs as he glances at his chest, where the exact same tattoo laid over the front of his heart, like it had bled through his body.

"Her name was Xenosa. She was the kindest mortal I've ever had the pleasure of meeting." He explains, his voice heavy, though he tried to hide it. "All of my achievements, everything I did, I gave to the humans. Keep the rep, you know. But everything I did, everything I do… I do it for her."

Mini Maui leans against his boulder with a sad look, letting out an inaudible sigh.

Silence ensued once again, save for the lapping of waves against the side of the boat.

It wasn't exactly tense, but the feeling in the air made Moana know he didn't want her to ask anymore questions. But, of course, she did anyways.

"Have you seen her? You know, since she took your heart?"

"No more questions." Maui says softly.

"But-"

"No. More. Questions." He repeats, looking at her with a warning glare.

She looks at him with a bit of surprise before glancing at Mini Maui. His fingers traced the boulder aimlessly as he stared at the girl with longing. There was so much emotion behind his eyes. Longing, admiration, love, sorrow.

The way Maui had said it… she remembers when she had pushed him to tell her about his backstory, how angry he had gotten, but it wasn't anywhere near the amount of rage she felt radiating off him right now.

"Okay." She says softly, finally dropping it and turning her attention back to the ocean.

Maui sighs softly, glancing at the tattoo one last time, touching it gently with his hand before turning back to the water.

"Eek! Maui!"

Maui laughs as he looks at the now drenched woman in front of him, spitting the sea water from her mouth as she walks onto the beach.

"You jerk!" The woman says, shoving him.

Not that it did much besides make him laugh more.

"Oh lighten up, water lily." He says, ruffling her wet hair.

The woman huffs angrily, glaring up at him before storming off.

"Whoa, whoa!" He says, quickly stopping her.

She glares up at him, water still dripping from her hair and clothes.

"Okay. You're right. That was really insensitive of me to just toss you into the ocean like that." He says. "I'm sorry."

The woman's gaze softens as she looks up at him before she sighs.

"It's alright. I can't stay mad at you, you knucklehead." She says softly, hugging him around his midsection resting her head on his chest.

He smiles slightly as he wraps his arms around her.

He chuckles slightly as he squeezes her.

"I could squish you so easily." He comments.

"I could kick your ass so easily and you know it." She says, making them both laugh.

"You moron." The woman says as she sits with Maui on a rock, his foot resting on her lap as she picks out coconut fibers from his heel.

"Hey! It's not my fault!" Maui says defensively, yelping as she pulls out another fiber. "Your favorite Hibiscus flowers were on the other side of that clearing. They were practically begging to be picked! How was I supposed to know that that clearing was home to an active minefield of exploded coconuts? Yipe!"

The woman gives him an unamused look as she pulls out another shard.

"While I appreciate the gesture, you're still a knucklehead." She says, making him chuckle.

"Aw, come on. You know you love me." He says, leaning close to her.

"Please. The last thing you need right now is to have your ego stroked." She says.

"I can think of something else that needs to be stroked." He says, his smirk growing.

She stares at him for a moment with an unamused expression before standing up, making his foot fall off of her as she begins to walk away.

"Hey! Where are you going!" He calls. "My foot still needs tending!"

"Bandage it yourself!" She shouts.

"You took the bandages!" He says.

He grunts as a roll of bandages suddenly smacks him between the eyes before falling onto the ground.

"Aw, come on! I was kidding!" He says.

She shakes her head as she walks back.

"So inconsiderate. I'm sitting here, in the hot sun, tending to your wounds that you got from your own stupidity, and you don't even say thank you!" She says dramatically, a playful smile on her lips.

"Ya know, you're right. That was really rude of me." He agrees, the same smile on his lips. "If only I had thought of some way to say thank you." He continue, reaching behind his back.

She jumps slightly as he pulls out a bouquet of purple and yellow Hibiscus flowers, all tied together with a string made of bark fibers.

She smiles slightly as she takes the bouquet, looking down a them before smelling them.

"They're beautiful." She says softly, sitting beside him again. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, Buttercup." He says, gently pressing his forehead against hers as they both close their eyes.

"Okay, give me your foot." She says, setting the flowers aside as she goes back to mending his foot.

The woman pants heavily as she and Maui hide inside of a small cave of a small island.

The woman was covered with relatively small cuts, but still looked banged up nonetheless.

"It won't be long until the Kakamora surround the island." Maui pants, looking around the entrance of the cave and surrounding forest.

"What do we do?" She asks, looking up at him.

Maui grabs his chin in thought before smiling.

"Wait here." He says.

"What? Where are you going? Maui!" The woman shouts in a whisper as Maui walks into the forest.

She sighs as he disappears into the vegetation, laying against the wall of the cave.

The minutes ticked by slowly, and eventually, the woman grew bored of sitting and doing nothing, so now, she was pacing the length of the cave, trying to keep her mind occupied

"Guess who." A voice says as a pair of hands go over her eyes.

"By the Gods, Maui!" The woman exclaims, turning to face Maui, who was covered head to toe in a red liquid, that smelled like sweet berries, that made intricate designs on his skin.

"What are you covered in?"

"The solution to our problem." Maui smiles. "The Kakamora aren't very smart. So, we'll disguise ourselves as them!"

"Are you insane?! Would that even work?!" The woman asks. "And what berries are those? Did you take the time to see if they're poisonous?"

Maui hesitates slightly before looking down at his body. He then shakes his head slightly.

"There wasn't time. Look, it'll be fine. Now let's get you dressed up." He says.

He sits in front of the woman as he dips his fingers into a bowl full of the red juice of the berries, gently drawing on her lips, face, collarbone and stomach.

As he continues, she begins to squirm, making him huff in annoyance.

"Quite moving, or I'm going to have to start over." He says.

"You know I have a hard time sitting still." She mumbles.

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"It would be quicker if you let me do it myself."

"The Kakamora have very intricate designs. I've spent my entire life fighting these murderous little pirates, and have every detail memorized. If you do it, they will recognize you." He says.

She huffs again as she sits still, allowing him to continue.

After a few more minutes, she looks at him with a slight smile.

"You know, in some cultures, painting on each other's bodies is a sign of marriage." She says.

Maui stops for a moment to look at her with a smirk.

"You tryna say something, Buttercup?" He asks.

She shrugs innocently, a dorky smile growing on her lips.

"Okay, okay, slow yourself." Maui chuckles, painting on her again. "Maybe, if we survive this, we can talk about marriage."

She sticks her tongue out slightly before giggling as he paints her arms.

Maui walks up behind the woman, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind as he buries his reddened face in her neck.

"Maui?" The woman asks, looking down at him. "Are you okay?"

"Better now that I'm with you." Maui says with a large, dorky smile on his face.

"Oh by the Gods, Maui, are you drunk?" The woman asks, smiling faintly.

Mini Maui nods his head as he looks at Maui with an unamused expression.

"Ua haʻi aku au iā ʻoe i ka nani o kou mau maka?" Maui asks. (Translation: Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?)

"What?" The woman asks, looking at him.

He chuckles as he presses his forehead against her shoulder, kissing her shoulder blade gently.

"Ke hoʻomanaʻo mai nei kou mau maka iaʻu i ka mālamalama o ka lā i loko o ke aniani whiskey. ʻOi aku ka nani ma mua o nā mea a pau e ʻike ʻia." He continues. (Translation: Your eyes remind me of sunlight shining through a glass of whiskey. More beautiful than all that can be seen.)

"I can't understand what you're saying, asshole!" The woman giggles.

"I fucking love you, you moron!" Maui says irritably, making her laugh.

"I love you too, you dork." She says, kissing the top of his head. "Now, let's get you to bed before you collapse on top of me again and trap me." She says, leading him towards their boat.

"I'm sorry… There's nothing we can do…" The village healer says softly, sorrow and sympathy heavy in his eyes.

"No… No! There-There has to be something!" Maui shouts, a fearful expression on his face.

"Maui, her fever has gotten too high. She's too far gone. I'm afraid she only has a few more minutes to…"

"No! Don't say it! I won't allow it! I can't allow it! I-I-I'll hunt down a cure. I'll pray to the gods! I'll-"

"Maui!" The healer says firmly, making the frantic demigod look at him. "There isn't time." He says, both firmly and sadly.

Maui looks at him before falling onto his knees, covering his eyes with his hand as he let's out a silent sob that shakes his body.

The healer kneels beside him, gently rubbing his back. Mini Maui hugs his arm to the best of his ability, his own eyes filled with sorrow and regret.

"You know she's going to want you with her when it happens." He whispers.

Maui looks at him before nodding, wiping his eyes and standing up.

He walks towards the back of the hut, where two guards pull back the curtains for him.

He stops in the doorway as his heart drops into his stomach at the sight in front of him.

The woman laid on a cot, a blanket draped over her body.

Her face was mostly flushed of color, except a bright red blush covering her cheeks. Her breathing was shallow and irregular, her eyes shut loosely.

As soon as the light reaches her, she slowly opens her eyes and turns her head towards Maui, smiling weakly.

"Hey there, knucklehead." She whispers, her voice weak and barely useable.

Tears began to fill Maui's eyes, but he put on a tough face as he walks into the room completely, the curtains falling behind him.

"Hey, Buttercup." He whispers.

He slowly walks up to her and sits beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

She smiles slightly as she lets out a half hearted chuckle as she stares up at the ceiling.

"I'm not leaving this hut, am I?" She whispers.

Maui closes his eyes for a moment, trying to keep his tears from spilling.

He takes a slow, deep breath in before whispering, "No…" in a shaky voice.

"So much for getting married, huh?" She asks softly, turning back to him.

He smiles faintly as he takes her hand.

"It's not too late, you know." He whispers.

"What do you mean?" She asks.

He looks down at her for a moment before climbing onto one knee, still holding her hand.

"Maui, what are you-"

"Xenosa, will you marry me?" He asks in a soft voice.

She smiles faintly as a few tears begin to trickle down her cheeks.

"Yes, of course." She whispers.

He smiles slightly at her before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers in a slow, passionate kiss.

She releases his hand to cup his cheek as she kisses him back.

After a moment, her hand suddenly falls from his face and lands limply at her side as her whole body goes slack.

Maui slowly pulls away from her, noticing her eyes were still closed.

"Buttercup?" He asks softly, clutching her hand tightly as he cups her cheek.

He clenches his jaw when she doesn't respond, the final bit of color draining from her face.

"Xenosa?" He asks again.

He gently presses his forehead against hers with closed eyes as tears begin to slip past his eyelids, dripping onto her cheeks.

He lets out a shaky sigh as he holds her body close, his own shaking as he takes in the last little bit of heat she would ever give him.

"Xenosa!" Maui gasps as he shoots up from the deck of the boat, looking around in a panic.

He looks towards Moana, who had fallen asleep on the other end of the dock, and was still sleeping peacefully.

He looks around realizing she had anchored the canoe to sleep. They weren't sailing towards Te Fiti, or anywhere.

The stars still glistened above, telling him it was still late at night.

He had fallen asleep… it had all been a dream. A nightmare, of both the best and worst moments of his life.

He sighs heavily as he looks at his tattoo of Xenosa, which had formed mere moments after Xenosa had passed. Mini Maui looks at it sadly as well before glancing up at Maui.

"Oh, the gods hate me." He whispers, laying back down, trying to ignore the stinging of his tears.

#Disney #Moana #disney maui #te fiti #Angst #Oneshot #Canon x OC #angst with no comfort #Living tattoos #Proposal #Giving Maui trauma #Made this out of boredom #Tomatoa #Te Kā #Moana oc #Xenosa means Stranger and Stronger #The ocean #Yes that's a httyd reference at the end

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madam-reese · 3 years ago

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A Samcedes reunion would be nice. We did not get one on the show. This is for the prompts.

Here you go! Hope you enjoy it!

“You’re sure she’s not going to be there?” Sam asked again with slight fear in his eyes, concerned laced in his voice.

“Dude, for the hundredth time, she called Tee and told her she was so sorry but she wasn’t going to be able to make it. She’s booked solid for months and has a new album she has to promote.” Artie assured his best man. “She’s not coming. It sucks, but she’s out there being the star we all knew she’d be.”

Sam sighed as he only felt about 80% convinced that she who he dared not speak name would not show up to Artie’s and Tina’s wedding. The ceremony was going to be small anyway. It was made a secret after the parents tried to make a huge spectacle and the guest list grew to hundreds. Tina decided it was her wedding and she wasn’t having any of that mess. So here they were, all in Maui getting ready to pull off the ultimate elope mission of the decade as Puck called it. Sam, Unique, and Blaine had been busy making sure things went off without any issues and Santana threatened everyone with promises of blunt force trauma if they let this secret slip.

Tonight was the bachelor and bachelorette parties and Sam was still feeling uneasy. His gut was almost never wrong. It had been 5 years, 7 months, and 23 days since he’s seen her. He had the same uneasy feeling then as he showed up to one of her shows his heart swelled with pride to see her living her dream. The sold out crowd mesmerized by her just like he had been for many many years and maybe for the rest of his life. He still remembers the moment when she locked eyes with him from the stage in the crowd. A huge smile upon her face as she spotted him, a smile he knew she reserved just for him.

“Earth to Evans!” Puck said slapping Sam on the back and out of his daydream. “Are you in on this shot or not?” He asked once more.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam replied uncertain of what exactly Puckerman was asking.

“Hey, not tonight. None of that Misery Love Mercy mess.” Mike chimed in seeing the knowing look on the blonde’s face.

“Preach!” Artie agreed.

“I third that.” Blaine commented from the seat next to Sam.

“Misery loves what?” Sam asked confused.

“You think we don’t know exactly what you’re doing over there? You’re over there fantasizing about Mercedes. And before you even give me that look like I just cussed your mama, her name is Mercedes. You shouldn’t be that hard up over a woman to where you can’t even say her name.” Puck answered.

“But in all fairness if I was going to be hard up over a woman, Mercedes is a good choice.” Mike added. “I mean I’ve touched that ass once or twice, and it’s glorious.” He smiled causing Sam to growl.

“Mike…” his tone was warning.

“What? It’s not like I said I was going to try to pick her up or take her out on a date. All I said was she had a glorious ass. It’s not just about her ass either, she’s a really good catch. I mean she’s beautiful, smart, funny as hell, not to mention her voice is like that of angels.”

“When I say I’m not trying to add to your misery, just know that I’m telling the truth. But everything he just said I agree.” Blaine said with a shrug. “If I just happen to like women, I could see myself falling for a girl like her.” Unlike the rest of the guys Blaine took pity on his friend and refrained from saying her name.

“So it’s OK for you guys to sit here and fawn over my ex-girlfriend, but when I do it I’m miserable? Gee, thanks.” Sam scoffed and downed the shot placed in front of him. “Another,” he instructed the bartender.

“That’s not what we’re saying, we do it once every blue moon but every since you went to see her a while back you’ve been heavy on the brooding.”

“With reason,” Sam said under his breath grabbing Blaine’s untouched shot and knocked it back. Just then the bartender returned with Sam’s shot and he drowned that one down just as fast.

“Sam,” Blaine spoke his name with concern. “Slow down.”

“Fuck that, Bowtie,” Puck exclaimed. “If anything we need to catch up to Sammy boy here. Enough talking about ex-girlfriends, especially blondes who lead you on. Make you think you’re going to have a happy life, but then turn around and leave you when you decide you want to quit the military and start a family with her. We’re not gonna talk about singing ex-girlfriends who are out here being superstars and too busy to have time for us, no matter how glorious their asses are. Tonight we’re going to knock down some shots, celebrate our boy Artie, flirt with a couple of hot honeys and maybe even find someone to tangle up in the sheets with.” Puck raised a shot in the air.

“To hell with exes, to upcoming great sex, and to Artie who is marrying a hell of girl. Cheers fellas.”

“Cheers!!” They all said in unison.

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Four hours later Sam was smashed. He was humming the chorus to Mercedes’ latest song which had been in his head since the bar played it two hours ago. Even in his inebriated state he still couldn’t drown thoughts of her out of his head. He was making his way back to his room having left Puck with the ‘honeys’ he procured for them both not really feeling it. He could never do the one night stand thing, it wasn’t his style. Not when the last time he’d…nope. He shook his head as he held onto the railing of the elevator, instantly regretting that motion.

Get your shit together man.

The elevator rang out but he noticed it wasn’t yet on his floor.

“Great, now I have to share this ride with someone.” He muttered trying to move steadily to the side to make room for whoever was joining him. His back was to the doors as they opened. He was leaning over the back railing, eyes closed to keep from getting dizzy.

“Oh,” he heard a voice from behind him.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t expecting anyone to be on here.” The voice came again and the hairs on the back of his neck stood tall. He knew that voice. Never would forget it or mistake it for anyone else.

“No, no, no.” He spoke quietly at first and then louder. He forced himself to turn around and came face-to-face with her.

“Sam?” Mercedes shrieked happily as she dropped her suitcase and invaded his space.

Without a moment to even process what was going on she was in his arms. Her body still soft, warm, meshed perfectly into his. As if on instinct Sam wrapped his arms tightly around her, face nuzzling her lush curls. He closed his eyes inhaling her intoxicating scent.

“God, I’ve missed you.” He heard her whisper in his chest.

“Mercedes? What are you doing here?”

“I keep trying to tell myself, and everyone around me I’m here to see two of my oldest friends get married. The truth is Sammy, I came here for you.”

He couldn’t stop himself if he wanted too. He cupped her cheeks with his hands and captured her mouth with his own. The kiss was desperate, hot, sloppy, and demanding. He claimed her lips like a starving man who hadn’t had a decent meal in years. Mercedes clutched his shirt tightly giving him everything he gave in returned. She could taste the alcohol on his lips and tongue as it surged in her mouth.

“Wait,” she gasped breaking the kiss with remorse. “Don’t you think we should talk about things first?” She suggested. “Plus, I think you might be drunk boo.” She smiled taking in the state of the boy in front of her.

“Kiss now, talk later.” Sam uttered out drunkenly. He stalked toward her but wobbled and she reached out to help him upright.

“Let’s get you some coffee and an aspirin. Then we can talk.” She laughed.

Sam woke with the sun beaming down like a fire breathing dragon on his face. “Oh God why does the sun exist?” He groaned placing the pillow over his face. He knew he was hungover. To make matters worse he had the most vivid dream about Mercedes last night. She was here, in Maui, in his elevator, and he kissed her.

He let out a loud huff of frustration into the pillow.

“Hey drunkie,” he heard someone say and he sat up with a quickness. Too quick and he paid for it with a slight case of whiplash.

“Mercedes?” He questioned.

“Morning Sammy.” She smiled sitting down on the bed in front of him. She held her hand out before him two pills inside. “Take these.” He reached for the pills taking them both. “Drink.” She handed him a glass of orange juice which he drank as well. “Now, listen.”

She sighed heavily before she began to speak. “It was foolish of me to think that the decision I made five years ago when you came to see me was the right one. It wasn’t that I was selfish, but more so I knew that I wasn’t ready. And it’s not that I wasn’t ready to be with you, but I wasn’t ready to be with anyone. Everything was happening all too fast. My career was finally at a place where I could see myself actually fulfilling all of my dreams, I was no longer just the back up singer, or struggling with putting out a decent album, writing hit songs for everyone else but myself. I, Mercedes Jones, was actually going to be a headliner. And when I started on tour it was only half a feeling because the best part about my music was missing. It was you.”

Sam watched as she spoke he could see she was nervous but also he could tell the sincerity in her words. “But you said no. You said you were,” he said but she cut him off.

“I lied. I know what I said back then and it was stupid and a lie. I said no because I felt undeserving. I said no because I didn’t feel in that moment that I was good enough for you.”

“Bullshit.” He spat. “I call bullshit. You never were undeserving of me. I always told you that.”

“I know what you would say, I know what you would try to put in my head every time those words that would come. But it wasn’t a looks thing, it was a your heart has always been in the same exact place, you never wavered when it came to how you felt about me, about us, about what we could be, about what we have. I mean I always second-guessed. Some of that did had to do with my insecurities, but some of it was just fear of making myself vulnerable enough to be with someone in that way. It’s part of the reason why we never really had sex.“

“But we did that night.” He interjected.

“Yes, we did. I stand by what I said it was the best night of my life.”

“Then why did you say no? Why didn’t you say yes?”

She’s stood feeling a little bit uneasy trying to shake off the horrible look that he had on his face when she crushed his heart until million pieces the nervousness of the whole moment coming back to her like a huge weight on her shoulders. “You have to look at it from my point of you Sam. How would you feel if you just had sex for the very first time, and the person who you did it with tells you we should get married tonight?”

“I meant every word. I didn’t say it as some spur of the moment ordeal.”

“Please, you can’t tell me you came there with the notion of I’m going to ask Mercedes to marry me.” She huffed.

“Wanna bet?” He stood going over to his bag and pulling out a black box from the side pocket.

“What the hell is that?”

“Proof, it’s proof that I was serious when I came to you that night.” He handed the box to her and she stared at it incredulously. “I had that with me that night, before we even slept together. The plan was first to have a nice dinner, and then after dinner I was going to take you for a walk and then at the park I was going to propose to you. It was my plan all along but things didn’t quite go that way.”

Mercedes opened the box with a gasp. The ring was beautiful. It was perfect. She recognized it instantly. “This is your grandmother’s ring. You were gonna give me your grandmother’s ring?”

“Yes. I got it from my dad before I left to surprise you.”

“Now I feel even more unworthy of your love.” She shook her head. “I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry Sam. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did out of fear. I shouldn’t have lied and said that I was seeing someone after we had just made love for the first time. There was no guy. I just didn’t know what to do.” She stayed looking down as if she was ashamed of herself.

“Hey,” he kneeled in front of her using his thumb to lift her chin. “Don’t do that.” Her brown eyes met his and his heart swelled. She was surely his weakness. He rubbed his thumb across her cheek softly. “As mad as I want to be about you lying,” he began, “I can’t be bothered to even do so.”

“Sam, you should be. I deserve that. I des-“ she was cut off by a finger pressed to her lips.

“We’ve already wasted so much time. What good will it do for me to be angry? I’ve always known what I wanted in life. Ever since that night when you placed your hand in mine at Prom. It just won’t go away. I don’t want it to.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Please tell me you feel the same way.”

Mercedes could feel the tears begin to fall down her cheeks. He was right. They wasted so much time already and she felt like it was all because of her. “Yes, I feel the same. You’ve always had my heart Sam, even when we weren’t together. All these years it’s been you. Only you.” She lifted her head pressing her lips to his in a sweet kiss. Sam took control of it deepening it. Before Mercedes could get too lost in his kiss she pulled away.

“How long till the wedding?” She asked.

“What?” Sam replied confused.

“How long till the wedding?” She asked again standing excitement filling her eyes.

Sam looked at the bedside clock. “In about eight hours. Why?”

“Do you love me?”

This time Sam was the one to stand. “Yes, you know I do.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yeah…Mercedes what’s with the questions?”

“Good, I have a crazy idea.”

Nine hours later…….

There wasn’t a dry eye in the house as Blaine gave his speech. Sam was so glad he went first because there wouldn’t have been any way he could have followed this speech. He chanced a glance over at Mercedes sitting at her table and locked eyes with her.

“I love you.” He mouthed.

“I love you too.” He could see her mouthed her reply.

Everyone had a good laugh as Artie and Tina had their first dance. It started out slow and sweet then turned into a whole spectacle that ended up with Artie shirtless. Now as the reception began to die down Sam found himself on the dance floor slow dancing with Mercedes.

“The wedding really was beautiful.” She said staring up at him with the cutest smile.

“Yes, it was.” Sam twirled Mercedes around and pulled her flush back in his arms.

“I know everyone was moved by Blaine’s speech but I loved yours too.”

“Thank you. I meant every word of it. This day is the happiest day of my life. For more than one reason.”

“Do you think they know?” She asked curiously.

“Nah, I don’t think they do. Believe me I’ve wanted to shout it out a few times but I’ve been a good boy as promised.”

“I have too, but the last thing I want to do is steal Tee’s thunder.”

“So we wait.”

“Yes, we wait.”

“For how long?” Sam pondered.

“I’d say after their honeymoon.”

“Okay, I can do that.” He agreed.

“Sounds like a plan to me Mr. Evans.”

“A plan indeed. Mrs. Evans.” Sam winked, and twirled his new wife once again.

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mystical-lemonade · 4 years ago

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Anything For You

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Warnings: Explicit Violence, Blood, Mentions of Past Traumas, Bullying/Abuse of Main Character, Toxic/Abusive Relationships, Unhealthy Power Dynamics

Wordcount: 10,835

Ships: Yandere! Trey Clover x gn!reader

Warning this is a horror fiction. The work may contain unnerving and potentially triggering content. You have been warned. That being said I hope you all enjoy.

Translations: Mui lend lóth (My sweet flower)

Mui ae lóth (My small flower)

Im mel cin (I love you)

: ̶̧̘̳͕̒͊Ṃ̴͓̼͕͓̻̐̎̍̈́̒͛̏̔a̵̗̤̣͈̬͔̰̽̀͊͂̄̓̎̂u̶͎̣̙̅͋͂̀͊̾͛̈͌̚ḭ̸̡̨͚̝̬̼̗̬̺͌͂́̇́̈̅͒ ̸̗̖̼̘̰͖̰̲̺̲͔̱̃̔̔̈̕͝͝͠i̵̡̹̺͍̦̺̼̫̅̿͊͂́̈͆͑̉͌̚ ̵͚͙̣͊̀t̸͖͔̰̠̞̗̘̘̏ḩ̶̰̝̟̹̙̳̺͔͊̊́́̃̽̇̈́ú̸͚̼̻̟̮͙̉̈́̔̑̃͂̈̊̽̄l̴̨̛̞̬̠͍̳̲͚̞̞̭̣̇̊̑͂͌̑̌̎̂̐͘͝ ̵̨̞̦̭̩͚͎͍͕̤̺̗̠̏̌̓͊̏̋́͝g̶̡̧͈̮̤̬̺͇̟͗̀̄̑͠͝ü̵̻̭͙̜̔͆͘ì̶͎̝̖̱͂̔́͋̌̒̀͌̚͝d̶̰̹̲̻̯͍̥̭̦̜̰̟̹͌ȇ̸̡̛̬̳͇͚͊́̊̍̈́̌̕ ̵̧̢̧̻̰̮̤̞͔̟̖̜̐̏̓͋̕c̴̗̫̗͉̲͓͈͈̱̦̟̓̏̀̐͂́̍͆̃͜i̵̻͍̜̮̐ń̸̨̥̜͛̐͑ ̴̜̺̿̌̒̿̈́̈̉̈́͛̾̕͠b̵̡͙͔͉̭̳̣̭́̈̈́́̈̐ạ̵̛͎̩͉̲͉͉̄͋́͒̊̔͆͒̽̽͜͝ͅr̶̛̖̉͐̌̎́̈́͑̄͝ ̸̜̳̭̊̅ ̵̝̮̙̜͈̞̻̬̈́͂̓̃̿̆͊̈́̎ Maui i thúl guide cin bar

(May the wind guide you home)

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It was said that the forest held a vicious creature that killed all that entered it’s domain. Slowly stalking from behind trees, never fully revealing itself until it was time for it to devour its prey whole. Not even the best, most experienced hunters that came, seeking to kill the beast had made it out alive.

As a child Y/N grew up with the tales of the monster who hid just beyond the treeline, waiting to kill any children who wandered too far from the town; now as an adult they weren't so sure they believed them. After all they go into the forest all the time as a part of their job. And so far they were alive. Maybe the old tales of supernatural beasts were false. But now wasn't the time to be thinking of fairy tales.

They had work to do. Their boss Mr. Howl tasked them with picking a very peculiar list of herbs for an exclusive client, a list that caused Y/N to have to travel deep into the forest to collect. It was dangerous, sure, but they enjoyed being able to collect a small part of what mother nature provides in order to help people. Plus they tried to be respectful in everything they did within the bounds of the forest. Even going so far as to leave an offering to the spirits of the forest, whoever they might be.

The afternoon was an hour away from giving way into evening when their hunt for the needed herbs was finally complete. Buttoning up the clasp on their pouch they turned only to be faced with a very real monster. In a split second of bad judgment Y/N ran. They were being chased through those very same woods they were warned about so many times.

With a loud yelp the chase ceased, as Y/N was forced to the ground. Caught in the claws of a mountain lion. The sounds of tearing flesh rang through the air as the mountain lion ripped chunks of flesh from their back. But that wasn't the worst part, the pain was indescribable. It burned through them like a river of fire through their veins and plunged deep into their gut like a piece of cold glass.

They could feel the jaws of the mountain lion closing in on the back of their neck when suddenly a loud pop like thunder resounded through the air. The cougar leapt away from the severely injured Y/N its head quickly searching for the origin of the noise. When it happened again this time closer to the pair, the animal growled lowly and ran off not feeling like fighting.

They tried to move, but every centimetre of movement sent shock waves of pain through every nerve. After a few attempts to move Y/N gave up, the pain was just too much. Beginning to sob they found themself facing a grim fate. They were going to die slowly without anyone ever knowing. Finally the adrenaline from the experience wore off enough that their consciousness ebbed away into darkness.

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It wasn't every day that Trey found a human in the forest, but this one seemed to appear a lot more than most. At first he was hesitant to even allow them entry but they only came for a few handfuls of plants before leaving. He also was very happy that after noticing his presence they started leaving him gifts. It was never anything extremely fancy or expensive but he loved them. And in return for their respectfulness and generosity he had protected them while they were within the area. Unfortunately the puma had escaped his awareness and caused terrible damage to the human.

Trey knew he was probably not supposed to heal them, but he liked this human. They were very kind, so with a lot of care he lifted them off the ground with the intent of taking them to his home. He would be damned if he was going to let them die because of a mistake he made.

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When Y/N opened their eyes they saw not an abyss but a warm home. It had clean wooden floors, an unlit yet still warm looking fireplace, and a desk covered in many little trinkets. It was unfamiliar and despite its comforting exterior filled Y/N with dread. Lifting their head they realized they had been lying on soft fur. The movement caused a ripple of a pain to shoot across their back. A soft hiss escaped their lips as they reached behind them in an attempt to feel how deep the wounds were, only for their fingers to touch cloth. Whoever had taken Y/N had bandaged their wounds. It was strange, and like anyone with sense they decided to up and flee from the strange home. Finding the strength to stand, they wobbled their way to the door. The walk was excruciating and they moved at a snail's pace but eventually they made it. Right when they reached for the doorknob, the door opened.

When the door swung open to reveal a tall man the house seemed to quiver in excitement at his arrival. The air within swirled around Y/N’s legs as if to present them to the master of the house. The man scrunched up his brow, reaching a hand out as if to offer support. When he spoke, his voice was surprisingly soft and dripping with genuine concern,“Oh my, please lie back down. You’ll only hurt yourself more by moving a lot...I have- um some poultice to help numb the pain!” He showed off the small clay jar in his hand by waving it nervously.

“I almost forgot, you may call me Trey. I saw you getting attacked and after I managed to scare the mountain lion away, I couldn't leave you to be food for scavengers so thought I should try to help you heal from your wounds. And thus I brought you here, my home.” Sensing their hesitation he blurted out a continued explanation in an attempt to try and soothe Y/N,“I really do want to help you, please at the very least stay the night, the forest is dangerous at night and your wounds won't let you get very far. Then when morning comes and you're all healed up you can leave. Please?”

Trey bit down on his lip in anticipation of their answer. If he had something to pray to in that moment, he would have. His guest nodded begrudgingly, “I'm Y/N by the way…” He released a breath he didn't know he was holding. With genuine relief he ushered them back into the heart of the home.

“It's nice to properly meet you Y/N.”

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As they sat on the bed, Y/N watched Trey clean off the table to make way for the medical supplies that he needed to use. As he reached to put a bottle on a low shelf, the light caught on a familiar gold charm hanging from a leather rope. When he turned to look back at the now nearly clean table he caught his guest’s gaze causing a blush to crawl across his cheeks.

“Your necklace, where did you get it?” They asked hesitantly.

“You left it as an offering one day and I, um, couldn't help myself. I thought it was beautiful,” as he spoke he tucked his hair behind his ear, revealing a peculiar sight. His ears ended in a point. Y/N gasped at the revelation that their host was a member of the fair folk. In a sort of stupor caused by their realization, they pointed numbly to his ears, silently inquiring about them.

Confused, Trey gently touched where his guest was pointing. He too gasped when he realized he had exposed himself to a human. Accidentally no less! The blush that was once only on his cheeks deepened as it moved to colour his ears and all the way down his neck. “Oh these?” He choked out. With a soft sigh that sounded closer to a breeze rustling through the trees than any human sigh, he sat down in front of Y/N.

“Well, as you've probably guessed by now. I'm a faerie. But I'm not a bad one!” He exclaimed, frantically reaching for their hand, just in case they were scared of him. When he realized that he wasn't causing them any fear, he ran his free hand through his soft green hair. With a soft huff, much like a soft breeze, he continued speaking,“I'm an elf which means I'm a part of the Seelie court. And usually I don't really like humans visiting the forest because they steal the plants in vast amounts leaving almost nothing for the animals who need them. And they kill animals like the wolves for no reason! But you don't do that stuff, you're nice. It's why I always have an animal watch over you, to let me know if you're in danger. We all like you a lot, you're a friend to the whole forest. Well…okay maybe, not that one buck but he doesn't like anyone… I'm getting off track here, but you take only a little bit and never from the exact same spot. You even give us nice things like pretty crystals, coins and bread with cinnamon and honey! That one is my favourite.” He ended his speech with a sweet smile that reached every part of his face.

Y/N mirrored his grin in spite of themself. He was positively radiating a warm joy and it was infectious. They slowly lifted their head to meet his eyes, still hesitant. After a pregnant pause they spoke, finding that they were relaxed around him despite their initial worries,”I’m pleased to hear that the animals in the forest enjoy my presence as much as I enjoy theirs. And I'm glad you liked the gifts, Trey.”

He laughed, pleased that they were becoming comfortable around him. Standing up he patted their hair before quickly making his way over to the chair by the bed and taking a seat. “We need to redress your wounds soon so I'll need you to take off your top and the bandages, if you can. If you need any help let me know!”

His back was turned to where Y/N was laying, allowing them to get undressed without feeling uncomfortable doing so due to their unfamiliarity with each other. He hummed a song that was almost familiar to Y/N although its name was just out of reach.

With some pain and plenty of struggle they were able to take off their shirt, but by the time they reached for the bandages looping across their chest, the minimal scabs that had formed overnight all seemed to tear at once. Leaving Y/N bleeding once more. “I need some help please. I can't undo the bandages myself,” They called out, a pit of anxiety forming in their stomach.

Trey very quickly went over, he was affected by Y/N’s nerves and it was showing. He muttered an apology before slowly unwrapping the bandages crisscrossing his guest’s back. Once they were completely removed he swallowed hard, his voice a gentle whisper, “I need you to lie on your stomach and relax Y/N. You're inadvertently transferring your anxieties on to me, and it's going to slow the healing process.”

They nodded with a sigh, doing as he asked. Breathing deeply they began to attempt to meditate in order to loosen their tense muscles.

Trey worked silently, gently dabbing a warm, earthy smelling cream into their wounds.

It stung for a few seconds before the pulsing of the muscles as the cream disinfected their wounds eased. When the stinging stopped Y/N felt immediate relief. The pain was gone. They hummed softly in contentment,“I am so lucky that I met you Trey. I would have died had it not been for you.”

Trey smiled sweetly at them, his cheeks glowing from their praise. Although he wanted to stand up and dance from how giddy he felt from finally getting to meet the nice human, instead Trey channeled that energy into rebandaging their back. Realizing it was rude to not respond, his hands began to quiver. He wanted to hurry so that they wouldn't feel so uncomfortable but he had to stop himself from speeding up, otherwise the wrappings would not be as perfect as they needed to be. Y/N just couldn't afford to have bad air get at their wounds just because he was too awkward. So he carefully knotted and tucked the clean bandages away, internally cursing himself for how badly being around Y/N affected him. “You should get some sleep Y/N,” he said softly, pulling his hands away.

At the mention of sleeping his guest tensed back up again, still not entirely comfortable with the idea of staying in an unfamiliar home with an unfamiliar person.

Their worries only amplified the ones Trey was already undergoing by ten, and it was making him nauseated. He didn't want to have to do this but it seemed like the only option that would allow the both of them to sleep. He whispered a few weighted words and the atmosphere of the whole room dimmed. The air settled over Y/N like a blanket, drawing them closer to sleep.

Thinking nothing of the sudden tiredness that overcame them, as it was quite late and they were still slightly woozy from blood loss, Y/N nodded. “Okay, I'll sleep,” they hummed, snuggling further into the furs that covered the cot they were lying on. Trey took a blanket from a cabinet and laid it over top of Y/N. He didn't want them to be cold.

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A soft, affectionate smile graced his face as he still sat next to the cot. Y/N was sleeping peacefully and still refused to let go of his hand. Even though it had been hours since they first grabbed hold of him, Trey didn't mind. He was tired but they were more important. To ensure their injuries were healed enough for them to go home the next morning he had needed to watch to make sure the magic in the cream he put on their wounds was closing them up properly. Now that he knew that it had worked he could finally sleep.

Intertwining their fingers, Trey spoke. His words a lullaby to his dreaming guest- no his friend, “You'll always have me Y/N, no matter what. I'd do anything you asked of me if it meant you were happy.”

As the stars at last settled in their positions in the sky, Trey finally let his eyes close. Pleased with how the evening turned out he rested his head on the cot, watching Y/N dream soundly. He smiled sleepily as he silently admitted what deep down he always had known. With that in mind, he slipped into his own world of dreams.

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When Y/N awoke they immediately smelled something fantastic. Remembering the events of last night they sat up abruptly, checking to see if they had been violated in any way last night. Their clothes, although wrinkled, were not in any significant disarray and they didn’t feel anything different. Although their pain was considerably dulled. Confused they wiped away the sleep in their eyes and very hesitantly stretched their arms out. The movement illuminated just how tender their body was after the attack. And although there was some stiffness to the muscles, nothing tore open again so that was a perk.

“Good morning Y/N, I'm making oatmeal if you want some,” Trey called from in front of the fire.

Standing up Y/N moved to join him in front of the fire. When they sat down in front of the hearth the flames began to soar. It was almost like they were jumping in excitement. The longer they stayed near the fire the higher and more rapidly the fire grew. It swayed and twirled, drawing closer to the edges before leaning away with the grace, and as Y/N continued to stare, halfway terrified of the fire leaping from the fireplace and onto their pants and halfway entranced by how beautiful the fire's dance was. Finally deciding that the warmth of the fire wasn't worth the risk of getting burnt Y/N backed away. The fire popped making a sound closer to a whine than any normal fire sound.

Y/N hugged their knees to them, only to hear a soft chuckle from above their head. “The fire won't hurt you. It just wants attention and thinks the best way to get that is by showing off,” Trey paused as he handed a bowl of oatmeal to Y/N, “It wants to impress you with its dancing, it likes you.” At that the fire swayed slowly side to side, clearing pleased with all the attention. Trey put his hand on their shoulder and smiled reassuringly sitting down, Y/N shook their head as they chuckled.

“Well… It is rather beautiful, so I suppose I could watch your dance a little longer,” Y/N said softly, winking at the now twirling flame before them. It gave a squeaky sounding pop before resuming it’s dance with renewed vigor. With a pleased sigh Y/N watched, comforted by the strangely familiar warmth sitting in their chest and the lingering sweetness from the breakfast presented to them.

In fact, they were so enamoured by their thoughts, that Y/N didn’t even notice that their head lolled onto Trey’s shoulder.

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The forest was quiet as the pair walked towards the place where Y/N had entered the day before. Everything was just like every day before, although the normal feeling that the forest gave seemed slightly off. The presence of the normal hum in the temperate air of the forest that they experienced was intensified. They were calm. The forest wrapped them in the warm embrace of an old friend. They were in a second home. Safe. And Y/N now understood why exactly they felt this way in the woods. It was because of a hidden friend. One who despite never having met in person, knew that they were a perfect match. Two matching souls, who no matter what would look out for each other.

Looking up at him as they walked side by side, Y/N made a voiceless promise to return to him, to return to their second home, at his side. And they were truly blessed to have Trey in their life.

“Before you leave Y/N, last night you said something and...I really need to know if it’s the truth,” Trey confessed.

“What was it that I said Trey?”

“You said that we were fri-”

Grabbing his hands Y/N cut his sentence off, “Friends. Yes, it is very true, so if you’d have me I’d love to visit you again.” The smile that spread across Trey's face was worth being subjected to another potential cougar attack. He positively lit up, swinging their intertwined hands back and forth like a child.

Pressing his lips to their forehead he whispered a blessing as a parting gift, “Ḿ̸̫͒̆a̵̡̡͉̹̞̠͒ǘ̴̡̻̮͈͝į̶̣͛̔̾͑̓̍̕ ̷̛̻̙͉̟̝͛̏̿̉͋i̷̙̖͕͒ ̸͇̒̾̿̃͒͛̚t̴̮͓̫͍̪̥̥́̂͆h̷̪̙̥̱̎̑͋͝ṷ̶̱́͗̓͊̄̇̈͠l̸̜̫̑̑̉͆̈́ ̸͇̻͙̹͍̥̩͊̀͋̀g̷̨͎̪̠͎͗ụ̴̧̗̦̖̤͊̀͌̋̕͜i̴̖̕d̸͐̌̒̀͜é̵̡̠̖̫͚̞̻̂̊̔́̏ ̴͓̠̂̆͗ć̸̼̓̀̄̌̑̆i̶̘̦̝͖̺̒͜ņ̸̨͍̥͎̠̹̂ ̷̨͈̮͈̳̫͇̅b̴̪̩̭͚̊͜ȧ̸̡̨͈̤̆͂̈́r̵̥͕͔͖̋̎̑̚ ̴́͋ͅm̴͓̌̂́̃̐̋͝ų̵͇̰͇̱̯̈̓͗͗͊͐̀͜ĭ̸̧̥͚̤̗ ̷̛͚͈͔̟̯͑̀̎́̌̓l̷̨̡̲͚̓̆͠ȩ̵̛̮͎̻̥̀̓̂̀͘͠n̴̛͚̂̌͆͛͠ͅd̸̦̦͇̽̆͆̽͆̕ ̷̘̱̣̲̗̮̜̆̉͊̊̈̋͝ ̶̫͊̓͜ͅĺ̷̳̞̹̻̎͒̄̆͘ó̶̢̢̪͈̪͂̒̀͂͘͠t̷͍̗̙̓́̆͜͝ẖ̴̤̙͔͎̥̌͛͒́͝ͅ.̸̪̂̊̓͗́͆͝”

And as Trey’s words rang through the mid morning air, the pair parted ways in good faith.

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Y/N needed to go back to recollect the herbs that they were originally attempting to bring back. So the next week, it was decided that they would go back to get the needed plants. Everything felt far more normal than it should have, barely anything was different besides the scars crossing their back back. However, on this day they decided they wouldn’t leave an offering to the forest like they usually would. Instead they would keep it with them so that when Y/N saw Trey again they could finally give the treat to him in person.

“Hey, you didn’t leave anything for me today…” a familiar voice called out from the trees above Y/N’s head, startling them.

Hopping down from the branch Trey ran a hand through his hair, a pout on his handsome face.

Y/N chuckled, slightly embarrassed at being startled so easily and handed him a delicately wrapped box, “I wanted to give you it in person this time, as a personal repayment for your help Trey.”

He flushed in embarrassment as he took the box from them. Opening it he found the inside was filled with a baker’s dozen of assorted pastries from the best bakery in town. “Thank you! But you really didn’t have to repay me,” Trey said bashfully as he wove a beautiful crown of violets and daisies for Y/N to wear. Placing it on their head he stared into their eyes adoringly as he continued to speak, “I would do absolutely anything if it meant that you were happy, and safe and well alive.”

Y/N smiled at him, a dusting of pink covering their cheeks. “I have to collect some more herbs for work, would you come keep me company Trey” They inquired.

Nodding vigorously, Trey led them further into the forest so Y/N could get their job done, “I know all the best spots in the forest to find what you need.”

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It had been four months since Y/N had first met Trey and they had met on multiple occasions since. Every time they needed to collect more herbs for their job Trey was always around soon after they entered the forest. He always helped them find the best quality of everything they required no matter what it was that they needed. And in return Y/N had been bringing him freshly baked sweet breads with honey, as well as any old coins they came across.

It seemed that the more they spent time together the happier Y/N was overall. And it hadn't gone unnoticed by their boss. He quite enjoyed seeing his star employee glowing every time they met up with their new “friend”. It was actually improving business as the quality of their products was vastly improving, and if that wasn't enough to make one, Mr. Jack Howl, the village’s local apothecary, happy for his friend; then the knowledge that what seemed to those involved as nothing more than a close friendship was from the outside very clearly developing into something more. Jack finally understood why they liked the forest so much, especially if they're meeting someone special to them.

“Y/N! The shipment of mandrake for Mr. L came in, I need you to put it with the rest of his order. I'd do it but I have to run out for an hour,” Jack called from the door of the greenhouse.

“And if there’s any extra?”

“We can’t afford to have any go to waste so if there is any, stock it away in the showcase with the expensive crystals,” He called out over his shoulder before running out the door, his toned arms flexing as he hoisted a large crate up off the floor and into his arms .

The bell above the door chimed as it swung shut, letting Y/N know that they were now officially in charge of the store. They finished watering the plants that needed more with care, trying not to spill much water while doing so. After completing their task, Y/N wiped their hands on their apron as they walked into the main area of the shop. There behind the counter was a small box with a simple pinewood top. There were large holes for air dotting the lid of the box and a note attached to the side with instructions to keep it well watered. Y/N picked up the box and exercised extreme caution to not dropit,, the one plant inside the box was worth a whole month’s sales at the shop because of how rare it was to find such a large and healthy specimen. While moving it to the back room where the rest of the order was waiting they heard the door open once again.

Y/N smiled to themselves as they called out the usual warm greeting that customers receive, “Welcome to Yellow Iris Apothecary. I’ll be right there to help you in a moment.” They closed up the box for Mr. L and turned to assist the person, but when they turned around they saw an unwelcome face.

“Ah, how nice of you to finally join me Y/N. I was just about to come over there and,” The man paused as he raked his eyes over Y/N like he was considering devouring them whole. Seemingly pleased, he bared his teeth in a feral grin before continuing his statement, “redirect your attention.”

“What do you want Caleb,” Y/N backed away, not enjoying the way that they were being eyed up.

Y/N found themself shrinking back from his gaze, already succumbing to the familiar panic that overwhelmed their senses whenever Caleb entered the shop, they prepared to run as soon as possible. It’s not as though they had much of a choice but to run from him. After all, how do you approach your boss to say ‘I think you need to ban your brother from your store’.

The unease Y/N was feeling from the moment the two locked eyes spread like tendrils of winter wind, chilling them to the bone as Caleb slowly stalked around the store. Like he was sizing up his prey.

“My dear brother has told me that you’ve found a lover. I actually laughed at first, I couldn’t believe it. You? The weird, obsessive, clingy little leech, who can barely be considered human, found someone who could not only tolerate you and the malignant stench you infect every space you inhabit, but to enjoy it? Whoo! But when I heard that it was true from a friend, and that he saw you go off to frolic in the woods with him, I was positively in shock! After all we’ve been through together… The hours I put into moulding you. All those lessons I’ve taught you? Clearly I overestimated your mental competence. Truly I’m simply flabbergasted. I never thought that you would ever,” He dropped the false joviality from his voice when he spat the last word. He picked up a potted plant and threw it towards where Y/N stood, showering them in leaves, dirt and sharp fragments of porcelain.

Terrified to their very core Y/N flinched away and backed towards the safety of the greenhouse. But Caleb knew what Y/N was intending on doing and took action first. Vaulting himself over the counter and violently slamming Y/N against the wall to punctuate his intent. He pinned them against it, one hand squeezing their throat tight as he resumed speaking, ”Try dating anyone, particularly after the way your past relationship ended. You didn’t really think you would get away with it, did you? You poor, stupid, naïve piece of shit. Well sorry to burst your precious little bubble but you need to see that biting the hand that feeds you is the wrong thing to do. You have one more chance to get this right. You will drop the fucker. Before. I. Do. It. For. You.” With each word he squeezed tightened his grip on their throat; like a hammer pounding a crooked nail into a board, Caleb’s threat was firmly planted into Y/N’s skull

After a pregnant pause, he dropped his hand and walked slowly away, stopping right before the door. Right as he was about to open the door he paused, slowly he turned his head back to face Y/N. A sinister smirk settled on his lips, the light casting eerie shadows across his face.

“Don’t make me remind you about what happens when you disobey me.”

The door slammed shut behind Caleb, leaving Y/N alone gasping desperately for breath.

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When Jack came back, he found his friend and coworker curled up into a ball on the floor behind the register. They sat in amongst the obliterated remnants of a potted plant scattered across the floor. Y/N was sobbing into their hands, blood pouring from a gash on the top of their head and mixing with the dirt and leaves in their hair. What shocked him the most was the deep bruise in the shape of a hand that spread across their neck.

His heart broke as he went to wrap the trembling figure of his friend in his arms to console them, only to have them flinch away from his touch.

When he spoke his voice was barely a whisper, “Who did this to you?”

They were barely able to answer from how scared they were. Every fear Y/N had that had prevented them from telling him rose to the surface proudly, surrounding Y/N and causing them to cry harder. What if he fired them to keep the conflict away from the shop, and from him? Or worse, what if he didn't believe them and decided to take Caleb’s side?

But Jack was always so nice to them, going out of his way to assist Y/N any time they needed it. They were friends after all. So maybe he would help put a stop to the abuse. Finally deciding that telling the truth was the best option they spoke, albeit hesitantly, “C-Caleb. Caleb did this.”

Jack sighed sadly and pulled Y/N closer to him, “I can't believe I didn't notice that. I mean he always seemed to ask about you and then get weirdly antagonistic if I said you were doing well. And then anytime he'd come by the shop when I was gone or in the back you'd always end up with bruises or cuts that weren't there before. A-and he’d always talk about you in such negative ways, I never thought that he'd act out on the stuff he was saying. I always knew he had a violent temper but I never dreamed that it would get this bad. I swear to you right now that he will not get away with this, he will be punished. I’m sorry for not noticing sooner Y/N, I just hope you can forgive me.” Y/N cried harder as they nodded, relieved that he believed what they had confessed to him they confirmed that he was forgiven.

“Y/N I'm going to give you the next week off, you deserve to rest. Especially after what you just went through. You need to rest up and not worry about anything but healing, and I don't just mean physically…” He trailed off, rubbing his chin in thought, musing about the next steps the current situation required, “Although I doubt it would be safe for you to stay at your home, Caleb does know where you live after all and who knows what he'll do… Do you think that Trey would let you stay with him? I'd honestly feel better if you stayed with someone, and my place simply isn’t safe. It’s the first place he’ll look for you at.” He inquired.

“I-I think he would,”

“It's decided then, you'll stay with him.”

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The evening was bright as Y/N walked into the woods accompanied by Jack. Although the atmosphere between the two friends was as jovial as it could be considering how the afternoon had turned out the forest did not reflect it in the slightest. The boughs of the trees had closed to block any of the setting sun's light from reaching where the pair were walking. The farther they travelled the more the wind stirred around Jack viciously. It was as if it was trying to push him away. And the feeling of predatory eyes following them filled the both of them with dread. Whatever it was had been continually stalking the pair just beyond their sight. Creeping by and waiting for the perfect time to pounce. Jack pulled Y/N closer to him as the unseen creature moved closer to where they were.

A soft growl was heard from behind a large fallen tree. Jack moved in front to protect Y/N, he may have failed to prevent his friend from getting hurt earlier but he was certainly not going to allow it to happen again. Another growl rang through the forest accompanied by a large gust of wind that nearly knocked Jack off his feet.

Still disoriented and confused, Jack snapped his head around trying to find the source of the wind as it was clear that someone was using magic to force him out.

“Come out and fight me, coward!” Jack screamed, spinning around to spot who was attacking them.

“As you wish Mr. Howl.”

A tall, slim figure dropped down from a tree, landing gracefully on his feet. Lifting his hand, palm facing Jack he sent a powerful wall of air at him, shoving Jack up against a distant tree hard enough that the tree cracked. The figure ran his hand through his soft green hair as he stepped toward Y/N.

“Are you alright, mui lend lóth? I won't let him hurt you,” Trey said as he cupped Y/N’s chin. He turned their head slowly, taking in their wounds.

“Trey he wasn't hurting me, He was trying to bring me to you so that his brother wouldn't attack me again!”

Trey lowered his gaze to the ground where Jack laid clutching his side. He nodded slowly, “Let's get you back home. We can heal you there... Both of you.” Taking Y/N’s hand he gently tugged them forward, leaving Jack to limp behind the pair.

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“So care to explain why you attacked me?” Jack inquired as Trey handed him a clay pot of medicinal lotion.

“You're not exactly known as a friend to my community Mr. Howl. So when I saw you with Y/N, I assumed the worst.”

“I don’t recall doing anything to antagonize the fair folk, but I am pleased to make amends for any harm I’ve caused you.”

“Not directly perhaps. But you have made your alliances known,” At the confused expression on Jack’s face Trey clarified, his voice sounding sharper the previously, “If you need a list then fine. I’d be happy to spell it out for you. First of all you allowed Y/N to be assaulted in your own shop. Which for the sake of their piece of mind, I will let slide for now. Secondly, you continually serve the witch of the Raven’s Claws.”

At the name of the witch, Jack’s head shot up to stare at Trey.

“So if you truly mean your words Jack, then you will decline to serve the Witch of the Raven's Claws as you clearly don’t understand what exactly you are doing by enabling his destruction. And I know you understand exactly what he is using his latest shipment for because after all you do pride yourself on knowing precisely what every plant you sell can be used for in combination with each other.”

Jack scowled at the Fae’s remarks, declining to respond to them anymore as it seemed like the conversation was going nowhere. Trey sighed as he took the pot back from Jack, “However I do appreciate you bringing Y/N here to me and for being a true friend to them.”

Y/N looked between the two, trying their best to understand what exactly was transpiring between the two men as they sat on the bed next to Jack. Nothing that Trey was saying seemed to make any real sense, so many questions were bubbling up that they truly couldn’t comprehend all of them before the next one rose up begging to be answered. Lost in their own thoughts Y/N didn’t notice Trey walking behind them to apply a bandage to their head wound.

Feeling unannounced hands touching them, Y/N spun around in a panic flashing back to the moment Caleb had begun to choke them. They tore themself away from Trey and immediately cowered, ducking into a fetal position. The only sound that could be heard in that moment was Y/N’s heavy breathing as both men realized how badly Y/N was treated at the hands of Caleb.

“Please don’t cry mui lend lóth, I’m so sorry for sneaking up on you. I didn’t mean to make you scared, I-I just thought that I should clean the cut on your head. Please mui lend lóth, stop crying,” Trey dropped to his knees in front of the one person he could never even dream of harming. The realization that he was the reason his beloved Y/N was crying tore him apart, without meaning to, he began to cry as well. His hands gently rubbed their back while leaning his forehead on Y/N’s hands as he continued to alternate between muttering apologies and soothing words to them. `

It took a few minutes but eventually Y/N stopped violently shaking and sobbing. Trey immediately brought Y/N to his chest, embracing them lovingly. Tears still staining his own cheeks he kissed away every tear that fell from Y/N’s eyes. They fell into an oppressive silence, heavy with the pain of failure, the fear of memories long past, and the realization of a vengence to come.

Jack was the first person who dared to speak,”He won’t get away with this Y/N.”

Y/N nodded just praying for the waking nightmare they were engulfed in to end.

Trey was next. “Will you forgive me mui lend lóth,” he asked as he gently rubbed their back. All Y/N did in response was hug Trey tighter.

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An hour later Y/N was fast asleep on Trey’s bed as Jack got ready to leave. The light was fading fast and Jack needed to leave very quickly if he didn’t want to get lost. The forest had never been a place that he was welcomed into and he now knew why. Not that it bothered him too terribly, but the forest had never been forgiving even to those it liked. Thus he was jittery, and very eager to leave. Jack had only just begun to walk out when he realized the night was too quiet and that meant danger, especially because he was so skittish after the events of that day.

Trey stood by the fireplace staring silently into the empty hearth, his eyes devoid of any emotion. “Did you know about what was going on Mr. Howl?” He demanded.

“...No I didn’t. I guess I was too blind to see the warning signs.” Jack responded with a heavy heart.

Trey sighed, and an involuntary shiver ran down Jack’s spine. He knew that Trey wasn’t human but never in a million years would Jack have expected a sigh could sound like that. It was as if a gust of wind was blowing through a hollow tree, and it was eerie. There was no movement of air in the room, it was as though even the house was holding its breath. Jack wanted to leave even more than before.

It was a long moment before Trey spoke once more, “The deer will guide you home Mr. Howl.”

Trey turned away from the fireplace and the fire soared. Something was very wrong with Trey and Jack was not going to take any chances by sticking around to find out what exactly was wrong. So he left.

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Trey was devastated, he had failed the light of his life and that was unforgivable. Never again was he going to allow that to happen, and he would do anything it took to prevent this. All he wanted was to see Y/N happy and that wretched human boy seemed to be doing everything he could to prevent that.

“Trey? Did Jack go home?,” Y/N asked groggily. Trey shook himself out of the negative mindspace he was in, forcing himself to don a mask of joviality and nodded in affirmation. Y/N nodded back still exhausted, fell back on the bed, they were so tired but they just couldn’t sleep. Their interaction with Caleb had shaken them deeply and every time they closed their eyes they heard Caleb’s voice telling Y/N to break up with the person who they had been falling in love with.

“Would you like me to sing to you? Maybe it would help you sleep mui ae lóth,” Trey offered as he sat down on the bed next to Y/N. When they shyly asked if he would sleep with them too, his cheeks flushed a pretty blue colour although he didn’t oppose. What his Y/N wanted, they would get, so he laid down next to them and began to sing.

The song wasn’t in any human language and yet Y/N felt as though they could understand every word that was being sung to them. The melody was slow and beautiful, and his voice seemed to carry deep into their mind settling there and replacing everything that was keeping them awake. Whether he was using magic to sooth them or it was just the comfort that he naturally brought them Y/N didn’t know. But what they did know was that they did love being wrapped up in Trey’s arms. Before the song was even over Y/N was fast asleep, and once again did Trey express what he had felt for them for so long as he too fell asleep.

“Ị̷̢̛̩̤̰̺̓ͅm̸̙̝͖̦̊̒̌̈̉̃͘ ̸̳͙̣͔͈͕̜̠̟̟̙͔̥̟̉̓̈́̅͆̑͜m̸̟̹͙͉̮̼̲̥̹͈̙͗͗̃̈́̍̒̅́̏̚ͅe̷͔̫͙͎̼̱̭̒͆̓̾͒͐ͅl̵̢̈͊̓̾̾̉͂̌̍̈̃͆̕͝͠ ̶̢̠̠̘̰̘̘̰͙̼̳̘͈̥̎̒̎͛̐͌̓ͅc̷̙͂̈́͛̑̽̉͌̓̂̌̔͛̽̾͘ĩ̶̧̞̣͉̣̥̟̈́̕n̴̨̨̛̗̼̝͔̪̰̥̘͚̲̪̙͊̈́̀͂̒̎͌͋̂̀͝”̶̨̗̬͖̱̙̼̀̀̃͌̎̑̈́͌̍͐̍̚

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It had been no more than a few weeks since he last visited, when Jack came back to Trey’s little house in the woods. And when he arrived at the house alongside his ungulate guide he saw something that surprised Jack and yet made him smile. Seeing his friend genuinely laughing filled him with excitement, but what really made him smile was seeing the two of them kiss. It seemed as though during that time in which Y/N had stayed with Trey, the pair had officially become lovers. Watching the pair playing around while gardening was adorable to Jack, maybe this faerie wasn’t as bad as he seemed to be when they first met.

“Good afternoon lovebirds! I was coming to say that Y/N can come back to town now. But I’d say that you won’t be doing that anytime soon based on how clingy you both are.” Jack teased. When both of their faces when bright from blushing Jack laughed even harder, they were just so cute. “I spoke to the police who then in turn spoke to Caleb. I banned him from coming anywhere near the shop, and kicked him out of my house. Unfortunately he did run from the police but he can’t be far away, and they will continue to search for him until he is found.”

“ You’re sure it’s safe now then?” Y/N inquired, they wanted to go back even though the thought of returning seemed to be more and more uncomfortable to them.

Jack spoke with solemn sincerity, “Yes, it is.”

“Do you promise that if Y/N does return they won’t be attacked anymore?” Trey demanded of the human.

“Yes, I promise on my life that they will be safe.” Jack stated, his voice heavy with the weight of the promise he was making.

“Then should Y/N wish it, they shall return.”

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“I don’t think you should close up alone Y/N, I can wait ten minutes to go see my Nan.”

“Oh my goodness Jack Howl go see your grandmother, I’ll be fine for 10 minutes. Now shoo!”

“Okay, Okay. I just don’t want anything to happen again, it’s only been a month since you were attacked. But if you really insist I won’t argue with you anymore,” Jack conceded. He slunk out of the shop and locked the door on his way out.

Y/N began to sweep up the store and wipe down the counters. The monotony of the simple tasks done at closing helped Y/N block out everything that had been plaguing them ever since Caleb had disappeared. Paranoia was their near constant state of mind and although Jack kept telling them that his brother will be caught, Y/N just couldn’t believe it.

Trey had been greatly alleviating their mental pain and workload as much as he could. The nature walks he would take them on during particularly hard days, dropping off the most commonly bought wild herbs so that Y/N didn’t have to go get them, all the flower crowns he left on the steps up to the back door of the Apothecary's greenhouse, every little thing he did no matter how small was helping. But it wasn’t enough.

The air was chilly when Y/N stepped out of Yellow Iris and onto the street. Evenings were definitely not their favourite time of day, the small amount of light made shadows of normal objects like boxes into monsters. Especially because walking alone at night only served to heighten Y/N’s paranoia, they tried to avoid closing up unless Jack was there to walk them home. The walk between the apothecary and their house wasn’t long but that didn’t stop them from running all the way. Y/N knew that their behaviour was irrational but they just couldn’t stop feeling that someone was following them through the streets and when they got home they might finally be safe again. Or maybe they were just trying to physically outrun the demons that were plaguing their head.

They considered slowing down and simply walking when the soft sound of footsteps behind them started to get louder. Y/N began to sprint as fast as they could, and as they sped up so did the person pursuing them. By the time they made it to their home they barely registered the fact that their door was uncharacteristically unlocked before the footsteps stopped approaching. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief as they shut the door behind them, locking themself in.

“Welcome home Y/N,” an all too familiar voice said from within the darkness. Y/N immediately started to shake as Caleb stalked towards them. “You know, at first I was mad at you telling the police about us. Then when I went to go home I found out you also told my brother of all people as well. And now I’m furious that you thought you could ever get rid of me. You must have been so happy, getting me kicked out of my own home and siccing the police on me like some common criminal scum. Well let me tell you something you insolent little shit bag, I will always be here to put you in your rightful place.” Caleb said ominously.

Y/N desperately screamed for help as they tried to run outside. When they managed to get the door open they were greeted with a strong punch to the jaw and then nothing but blackness. The last thing they heard before passing out was, Caleb laughing.

“Let the fun begin boys.”

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Hours later Y/N finally woke up to silence, nobody was left in their home. Caleb and his goons were gone. Shaking violently they stumbled out of their house, it felt like they were suffocating inside. “There's nowhere to go. He'll just find me again…” Y/N said, nobody was awake so nobody but the stars heard them. Sobs wracking their body Y/N felt utterly alone, when slowly the wind began to pick up. Y/N began to feel as though it was asking them to follow. They could choose to stay on the sidewalk, broken and just wait for morning where Caleb would most likely be back. Or they could follow the wind to wherever it decided to take Y/N. Weighing their two options Y/N took the leap of faith.

They stood shakily as their legs were injured but they ignored the sway of their movements and walked determined towards the edge of the forest. The wind at their back, guiding them through every step they took towards whatever destination it intended to lead Y/N to. The pain in their legs numbed as the realization that their death could be close enough to smell them. It scared them to the core and only made them more determined to get to a safe place. At this point nothing could stop them, not the searing pain rocketing through every part of their body, not even the memories of what they had just experienced.

The wind stilled when a small home was in sight, the lights were on and a familiar figure stood with his back to the window. Hobbling to the door as the last of their adrenaline finally wore off Y/N opened it up only to fall to their knees. They had made it to safety, they made it home.

Trey leapt from the desk when the door opened, prepared for an attack he tried to summon the wind to push the intruder out when it refused to heed him. He spun around and was not prepared to see his lover on their knees and covered in their own blood.

“Oh no! Mui lend lóth, what happened?” Trey said as he cradled Y/N to his chest. He was careful to not hurt them even more by touching any particularly bad wounds. They sobbed into his chest incoherently and clutched at the fabric of his shirt. “How did you find your way here mui ae lóth?”

“th- the wind led me here,” Y/N hiccupped as they buried themself closer to Trey's chest. They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other in the silence of the night. When they did finally speak again Trey's heart broke at their words.

“Don't let him hurt me anymore, Trey.” Y/N's voice came out soft and broken.

“ Who did this to you?” He asked, praying the answer would be anything but who he suspected did it. Y/N's one word answer confirmed his suspicions. The tears running down his face as he held the most important thing to him were not of sadness although it was there. No his tears were of unbridled anger, something inside him snapped the moment they spoke that vile human's name.

“I'm going to put you on the bed so I can clean your wounds okay.” Trey murmured into their hair as he gingerly picked them up to move them. He sat them down as promised and immediately began to clean the blood off of them. But there was just so much of it that the bowl of water turned so red that nothing could be cleaned with it anymore.

With every fruitless wipe of the cloth Trey was slowly simmering with rage. His love could not stop crying and anytime he asked them to tell him what Caleb did to them, Y/N would only cry harder. By the time he finished washing the blood away to see what exactly they had done to Y/N, he could barely stand from how angry he was.

“I can't take it anymore. I managed to get away this time but I know that next time I might not be so lucky, Trey. I- I just wish he would die!” Y/N screamed in anguish, they couldn't stop feeling his and his friends hands all over them. The memory of everything they did to Y/N was looping around endlessly in their mind. They were just so tired of living in fear of Caleb, they couldn't do it anymore.

“Mui lend lóth I'm going to fix this. Everything will be okay, I will heal you with magic just this once. But to do so you need to rest here, the magic won't work as well if you're moving around. Shh, I will be here, holding you close until you fall asleep. But since you do need to sleep, I'm going to give you something that will make you have a dreamless sleep so you can rest properly.” Trey said, stroking Y/N's back.

Y/N nodded and drank the potion that was given to them, they closed their eyes and immediately began to fall asleep. The abyss soon welcomed them into her warm embrace.

He picked them up and positioned them in his lap. His heart was no longer just broken, it had shattered and been ground into a fine dust. “If you want me to kill in order for you to feel safe and more importantly be happy… then that is exactly what I will do,” Trey said to the now sleeping Y/N

Trey did exactly as he promised and stayed with them until he was certain they were fast asleep. They looked so small in that moment, curled in on themself with tears still slowly streaming from their eyes. He frowned and prepared to leave, he knew that humans were not to be trusted. They will always lie. He looked over to the fireplace and smiled coldly, he had a plan.

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The night was teeming with life, every creature in the vicinity of where Caleb was sat was watching him with eager anticipation of what was to come. However the group of vile humans had failed to notice anything of the sort, they were too busy getting intoxicated. They were excited that they hadn't been caught by the law yet as all of them had warrants out for their arrest. Trey was not a fan of human law, it was too lenient on those they jailed. If they were even caught in the first place.

The humans were now leaning against the wall of an alley where the ivy covering the walls was now growing steadily and slowly trapping their limbs. Had they been sober they might have been able to free themselves before the ivy got too thick but unluckily for Caleb he was too drunk to notice until he couldn't move at all.

Trey swiftly crept down from the branch of a nearby tree to interrogate the humans now that they couldn't do much of anything to escape his clutches. The gang were now high enough on the wall that not one of them was able to touch the ground. The ivy wrapped around them tightened as they continued to struggle.

Standing in front of the group Trey took in the line up of young men. The first one to make a noise bore a strong resemblance to Jack, “FUCK YOU! I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE BUT YOUR MAGIC PLANTS AIN'T SCARY!”

“I was going to ask which one of you vile creatures was Caleb but due to the strong resemblance to Jack in this one, I'm going to assume the loud mouth must be Caleb Howl. I'll enjoy this then.” Trey released the hold the vines had on Caleb letting him go. Caleb stumbled in shock from the fall but quickly regained his bearings and started to run.

“Trying to leave so soon Caleb? Why we haven't even started,” Trey said coldly. He flicked his wrist and the ivy twisted so that the others were now upside down while more raced after Caleb. Caleb immediately stopped in his tracks as Trey spoke again, “Caleb pick up that brick.”

And Caleb froze, the ivy twisting around his limbs, pulling and contorting him like a like a puppet being manipulated by their strings. He didn't want to listen to this strange man but he did nonetheless. He was alarmed by this development but he certainly was not scared until he started to follow the man's next order.

“Caleb, smash their skulls in.”

His blood ran cold as he walked toward the people he called friends. Caleb tried to fight every step against his strings but it was no use, his body was no longer listening to him. And so he followed the stranger's orders.

Every swing of the brick made a sickening crunch, blood splattered his face and no matter how much he pleaded with himself and the monster controlling him; He. Couldn't. Stop. Caleb was terrified and he couldn't do anything but apologize to his friends as he carried out the vicious order.

The first one died mercifully quick, three strikes and he was gone but the next ones simply wouldn't die. The more they pleaded for their lives the harder he’d hit. If they pleaded with him to make it quick then he'd hit them with half the strength so it would take far longer to die. And sometimes he just wouldn't stop bashing their skulls in, they would be unrecognizable from how much of their brain and skull was splattered across Caleb's body. The last one was the hardest to kill because this one kept insulting him, calling him every name under the sun. And every word stung like a slap across the face but soon enough it was over, nobody except him and the stranger were left alive. The night was quiet once again save for Caleb's heavy breathing and the incessant sounds of the brick squishing the brains of the last man.

“See Caleb, wasn't that fun? You got to torture more people tonight! You being my puppet was so much fun don't you agree?”

“What the fuck are you and what do you want?” Caleb asked, disgusted, his voice was hoarse from shock.

“ I'm Y/N's lover. And before you ask, don't worry I'm not going to have you smash your own skull in. No no no, I have something much different in mind for you. No, your fate shall be much worse hat that of your friends. I'm going to make you suffer.” Trey said as he almost tenderly caressed Caleb's face. Flicking his wrist once more the bodies of the now deceased humans dropped to the ground with a sickening thud; Caleb nearly vomiting at the smell of iron filling the air around him.

Trey flicked his wrist again and the vines lifted Caleb high into the air by the throat, strangling him. Then the other vines wrapped around each of his legs, then his arms. Trey simply smiled as Caleb was stretched in every direction, his joints dislocating with a pop, if Caleb could have screamed he would have but the vine around his throat was preventing him from making any sounds. When he finally was let go by the vines Caleb was barely conscious enough to register that he had been dropped.

Surveying the messy scene Trey grinned, one problem down and one promise fulfilled. It felt good knowing that he did something to make his lend lóth happy. Now in a better mood he began to whistle as he walked across the street over to the Apothecary, climbing up the stairs leading to the apartment above the store.

Trey was still whistling when he knocked on the door of the apartment. It was a good ten seconds before Jack answered the door but when he did Trey pushed his way inside. He continued to whistle as Jack sat down in his chair bewildered at the fae man's behavior. Trey wandered around Jack's home looking for what he needed. When he found it he discreetly pocketed it and Trey abruptly stopped whistling in favour of explaining his presence to the elder and remaining Howl brother. “Mr. Howl I've come to collect payment on a promise you made,” Trey walked over to Jack with a sinister smile on his face.

Jack leapt away, his body instinctively recognizing the look of a hungry predator stalking towards him.

Trey flashed behind the man with a speed that Jack could barely recognize as being possible before a hot breath fanned against his ear. Leaning in very close to him, Trey caused Jack to lose his footing as he tried to flee.

Jack was too groggy from sleep to fully register what was going on fast enough to stop Trey from plunging the blade in between his ribs. Tumbling to the floor roughly Jack found himself laid prone on his living room floor.

Trey stepped overtop of him, lowering his weight down so that he was pinning his victim to the floor by sitting on his chest. Jack thrashed around, attempting to escape unsuccessfully as the knife went into his flesh again, this time the knife embedded in his shoulder. The moonlight barely illuminated his face as Trey grinned widely, blood spraying out in an artistic arcing pattern from the rhythmic up and down motion of the stabbing.

“Why… are you… doing th- this…” Jack sputtered weakly, unable to thrash and fight for much longer.

“You see your brother and his goons once more assaulted, Y/N. And in the middle of the night mui lend lóth was forced to flee to my home in order to escape him. So you see Mr. Howl you promised, on your life might I add, that Y/N would not be harmed if they came back to the town. And you broke that promise.”

Trey stopped finally stabbing Jack, the light just about to leave his weeping eyes, Trey found himself leaning down so that they were practically nose to nose, crooning once they were face to face. “I will do anything to make Y/N happy and you caused them to come back here where they faced nothing but suffering, so in order to make them feel safe and happy I need to kill you.”

Trey leaned back upright and with a final arcing movement the knife slid across Jack's throat, finally killing him.

Trey then took out a small box from his pocket and set the contents of the box on the corpse of Jack. The small amount of magical fire from Trey's fireplace grew as it slowly consumed all of Jack's remains, leaving nothing but scorch marks and ash on the chair. The fire danced happily as Trey picked it back up and put it back in the box, “One last thing for you to eat, we need to burn the other Howl boy. I'd say that by now he's fully conscious again.”

Trey resumed whistling the merry tune he was whistling when he first arrived at Jack's home and left to finish off Caleb.

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The sun was almost up by the time Trey made it home. He had just entered the door when a small yawn let him know that Y/N had woken up. They stretched their stiff muscles as Trey put the fire back in the fireplace, at first they didn't think anything was off until they smelt the overpowering smell of iron. Looking up they came face to face with Trey who was covered head to toe in blood.

Y/N began to shake in fear of the man they loved, “Who- whose blood is that…”

“Mostly Jack's but there's probably a fair amount of Caleb's in there too. Why?” He said innocently.

Y/N began to sob loudly in fear, clutching their head and rocking back and forth they chanted one word over and over again, “Why, Trey why!”

He caressed their cheek and tilted their head to look up at him. His voice was as sweet as honey and his eyes were full of affection, but they were now clearly the eyes of a mad man. “Don’t you remember last night? Oh silly, you practically begged for me to do this. You said you wanted me to kill him, so I did… no no no mui ai loth, no more tears. The bad man is gone now. I told you that I would do anything for you Y/N,” Trey said with a large grin, “Don't worry beautiful, soon you'll forget about any of this happening. And then we can go right back to how we were before all of this happened!”

With a hand laid upon their brow, Y/N found their vision slipping away into the dark once more.

Happy Halloween Dearest! May your day be filled with sweet treats and spinechilling frights.

I hope you all enjoyed reading. If you want to read more from me feel free to check out the previous wishes. I don't have too many yandere posts at the moment to be honest. But eventually I will have more.

See you soon~

Sincerely, Jupiter.

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