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my-tin-can-mans · 4 years ago

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Gone Too Far, Crosshair x Reader

Soooo I'm thinking about writing another part to this let me know what you think, this idea had been festering in my brain for awhile now and I finally had the patience to sit down and write it. Also I got an idea to a Rex x reader one shot so be prepared for that soon if I get the motive.

Pairings: Crosshair x Reader

Warnings: None? Kinda Angst? I'm not sure.

It was late, incredibly late. And as the pilot of the Havoc Marauder, you had to be up early to take the ship out of hyperspace and land it. That meant you needed sleep, enough to at least fly a ship, but that was sounding impossible at this hour.

Wrecker and Crosshair were still up, bouncing a ball on a wall back and forth. You knew this because on the other side of the wall happened to be your room. Granted you shared it with Echo, but this noise didn’t seem to be a bother for him as you could hear his soft snores from the bunk beneath you. Unfortunately, as the two newest members to the bad batch, you both got to share the room closest to everything. Which meant when someone was up and moving around in the hull, you two were the first to know.

You huffed, raking your hand down your face, and throwing your GAR issued blanket off yourself. You climbed down the ladder trying to make as little noise as possible as to not wake Echo, but you were sure nothing would if he couldn’t hear the loud bounce against the wall ever thirty seconds. You quietly opened the door and walked into the hull. Wrecker was laying with his back against the floor and his feet propped up on the seat in front of him while Crosshair was sitting up in the seat beside his feet, infamous toothpick wedged between his lips and ball in hand.

The look on your face was not a nice one, and the two men knew that. “What’s got your panties in a twist?” Crosshair spoke as he went to bounce the ball again against the wall in front of him.

But as it started to bounce back you swiftly came in and grabbed it. “Hey” wrecker whined, “we were having fun.”

“Well too bad” you grumbled, “I've got to land this ship in less than four hours and if I don’t get any sleep, we’ll all be crash landing.”

“What does our ball having anything to do with your sleep?” Crosshair spoke up with a rather knowing look on his face.

“Considering the fact that it's bouncing up against the room I sleep in, a lot.” You cocked you hip and put your hand on it, threating him to fight back.

But it was crosshair you were talking to, of course he was going to argue. “it's just a ball princess, ignore it. You’ll find you sleep a lot better that way.”

“Damnit Crosshair can’t you for once think about anyone other than yourself?” you raised your voice, officially becoming a little more than frustrated.

“I still don’t see how you ever made it as a slave once, all you ever do is whine.” This hit hard. It wasn’t the usual back and forth banter between you two. It was way more personal than that. You’d grown up a slave and had eventually escaped with the help of the republic, specifically Senator Amidala. You two had grown close and you felt you had a debt to pay off the republic for saving you, but it wasn’t in the same sense as before, you were gracious for this, and she took you under her wing gave you a job in the GAR and you had a place to sleep and eat and free will. You were a great pilot; you’d like to think. You spent much of your time and a slave being forced to run spice. You knew how to get out of tricky situations. So, when commander Cody had seen you in action one day, he knew just the new position for you, pilot of clone force 99 because, with all due respect, Tech was great at many things, but your specialty was flying. And they needed a good flyer with all the close calls they had.

You hadn’t thought about that part of your past in a while. You were leading a good life now and had been trying to forget. As you stood there stunned by Crosshair’s words you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You didn’t want him or Wrecker to see you cry, you weren’t that close with the bad batch to let down your guard that much, so dropped the ball that was still in your hand, and you swiftly turned to retreat to your room.

You managed to keep the tears in long enough to climb back on the top bunk above Echo and get situated. The ball had stopped bother you and it was dead silent for once, but you were never getting sleep now.

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Your alarm went off, but it was useless. You hadn’t slept at all. You heard Echo starting to stir as well. You let out a sigh. Throwing the blanket off yourself again and climbing down the ladder. Echo was sitting up of the edge of his bed, rubbing the sleep from his face. “Morning” he whispered.

“Morning,” you said back just as quietly, “Echo I need to change real quick do you mind?” you and Echo had gotten pretty close, but you still felt a little uncomfortable changing in front of him. It was the one thing that sucked about having to share a room, but he was always a gentleman about it, always giving you the privacy you needed.

“Of course not,” he responded laying back down and covering his face with his arm.

You switched from the old, battered shirt and shorts you owned to your flight suit uniform. “Okay,” was all you had to say to let Echo know you were decent. He lifted his head up and began placing his own amour over his blacks while you fastened you harness and put your blaster and a couple of other necessities back into their rightful place. The whole while Crosshair’s words from just a few hours ago played on repeat in your mind damping your mood for the day before it had even begun.

You were tired. You hadn’t gotten a drop of sleep last night and now needed to prepare the ship to drop out of hyperspace and land it. Although it wasn’t a hard task, very mundane for being a pilot, it still took a lot of focus, which was something you weren’t good at doing without sleep.

You walked to the cockpit with Echo. Tech was already in the co-pilots seat and Hunter was sitting in the seat behind him. You took yours as the pilot and Echo sat behind you. “We’ll be dropping out of hyperspace in 6 minutes.” Tech turned to you to say.

You grunted, beginning the routine of checking the hyperdrive and stabilizers. About a minute into doing this a mug of caf was harshly placed in front of you on the dashboard. You looked up to see who had done this and were unpleasantly surprised by Crosshair standing beside you looking down at you with a scowl to his face. “What’s this?” you asked like you didn’t know what a cup of caf looked like.

“Caf” he responded, sliding it closer on the dashboard to meet your face better.

“No thanks.” You said back, sliding it away from you and trying to focus on the blinking buttons ahead of you.

“Three minutes till drop,” Tech and interjected, popping his head around crosshair to give you a questioning look, “you ready?”

“Yeah.” You sighed, trying to get back to work with Crosshair still standing there.

You were hoping he would take the hint that you were still pissed at him and just leave you be, but of course that wasn’t the case. The mug of caf was slid back in front of you and you looked up again to see an even more pissed off crosshair than before. What was his problem? He insulted you and took it too far and now he was mad you were declining his caf? It was starting to make your blood boil too; you were the one that deserved to be angry not him.

“Look,” he said, “I made it just how you like it, two sugars one cream. I even put it in your favorite mug. Just take the kriffing caf.”

If this was some sort of pathetic excuse for an apology it wasn’t going to work, you were truly upset and a cup of caf wasn’t going to fix that.

“And I said no thank you.” You told him harshly and forcefully pushed the cup back in his direction.

You could go for a cup of caf right now, but you weren’t going to let him get away with this. He was always pushing your buttons, making snarky remarks at you and this time he had gone to far.

He huffed, grabbed the cup, and walked out of the cockpit.

Right on time, Tech and began to start the countdown to drop out of hyperspace and you now need to focus the most.

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After you had landed you stayed behind in the cockpit, while everyone else around you had started to get up. You closed your eyes, leaning back in your seat and taking a deep breath. The day had just started, and it was already going horribly.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you jumped, turning to give the perpetrator a dirty look expecting it to be Crosshair again not taking the hint that you were still very clearly upset but softening when you saw Hunter instead. The sergeant of the bad batch and you had grown close, mostly because he could read you like an open book, whereas the others tended to not pick up and any hints that your moods had changed. “Mind telling me what that all was about back there?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at you.

You signed and he went to sit in the seat across from you while you began to tell him about the incident last night.

“So he was trying to apologize to you this morning.” Hunter stated.

“Hunter, you know my past and the pain that comes along with it better than anyone else on this ship. I've reluctantly shared bits and pieces with all of you out of trust, for him to use that against me in a petty argument really hurts. A cup of caf isn’t going to make me forgive him, especially when I know he isn’t truly sorry.”

He sighed leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees to place his head in his hands. “(Y/N), I know you and Crosshair haven’t ever really gotten along but he’s not good at talking about things, I'm sure he truly is sorry, but him giving you a cup of caf is the biggest apology I've ever seen him give anyone.”

This whole situation was really one you just wanted to forget. But at this point you also just wanted an actual apology.

“Well he’s going to have to bite his tongue and do better than that.”

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angelsndragons · 4 years ago

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fjord’s feelings for caduceus changed in episodes 98-99

by which i mean, fjord finally realized how special and important he is to caduceus, which in turn set the tone of their relationship for the rest of the campaign. buckle up, this is a long one.

not when fjord threw away his sword and went to caduceus instead of jester. or when caduceus presented him with the star razor. or after the citadel fight when caduceus gave him his holy symbol. i think things changed for fjord in episode 98-99, when caduceus saved his life and removed the orb.

this is going to require some context.

because here’s the thing: fjord’s always looking for the price, waiting for the catch or other shoe to drop. people caring for him because of him with no strings attached is unprecedented. vandren and the world taught fjord that love is conditional, that only if you hide what others would find ugly and make yourself useful to them will they deign to give you a scrap of affection. i don’t think vandren did this maliciously, mind you, it was just part of his worldview and fjord’s life up to and beyond that point supported it. we can see that right up to the end of the show, where fjord is terrified that vandren didn’t remember him or that he didn’t mean nearly as much to the man as vandren did to him.

so we have fjord, who learned to don masks and hide his truest self, including his best and worst aspects. while fjord made the nein into a coherent group, into a force, a crew, a family, even, he still waited for that other shoe to drop. waited for the day that they would reject him because he was no longer useful or because he pushed them too far. you can see this waiting all over the early campaign; he’s not looking for an excuse like caleb to cut and run but he anticipates nearly all the moments that almost fractured the nein, in spite of that low wisdom score. while jester carried the guilt of not being able to save molly, fjord carried the guilt of not protecting the group in that crucial moment. travis confirmed on talks that fjord’s biggest fear when he lost his powers the first time was that he would no longer be useful and be kicked out of the group.

that’s why fjord damn near broke down at the end of 72. the nein, no questions asked, with their standard level of snark, accepted that he was going to be a liability and kept him around anyway. armed him anyway. declared that he was no liability and that they would help him along until he could help himself and them again. this unconditional acceptance caught fjord completely off guard. it always does, really. because caduceus had said for months, an out of game half a year, that he was looking to reforge the sword as a gift for fjord. he said this to fjord’s face. he did not change course when he learned that the sword was a legendary blade forged by acolytes of the wildmother and moonweaver. the blade was still meant for fjord, even if fjord was still chained to uk’otoa. fjord extends his love and protection to the nein but is still not convinced the reverse is true. he was starting to believe it but he wasn’t quite there yet.

caduceus has a high enough wisdom to understand that’s fjord’s hang up even if he doesn’t quite understand the reasoning behind it. that’s why he pulls fjord aside in ep 75 and tells him that he doesn’t have to choose the wildmother, that there are other gods and other ideas out there looking for a champion. fjord, who at this point considers wildmom his only option (travis says she’s the only one who’s shown the slightest interest in fjord and that’s why he’s gunning for her), is befuddled by caduceus and this whole talk, so much so the pair end up talking past each other for the next several episodes.

after fjord officially becomes a paladin, things between him and caduceus become fairly...unsettled compared to their previous interactions. they talk past each other more, they aren’t in sync enough to double team those social interactions they were just starting to get good at. things are just weird for a while. to me, that’s fjord waiting for the catch, waiting for caduceus to call in some favor or something like it. and he keeps getting confused when caduceus doesn’t. so he tries once or twice to follow in caduceus’ footsteps and do as he would instead. and it just makes things weirder. these two don’t have a moment together that doesn’t leave one of them confused or unsatisfied until ep 87, when caduceus gives fjord the holy symbol and inadvertently kicks off the next phase of their relationship. because here, caduceus tries to put them back on equal footing and fjord recognizes it. caduceus rejects framing their relationship as mentor/student and tells fjord he doesn’t need caduceus to give him answers. fjord is “well on his way.”

by defining what they aren’t, mentor/student, our two boys inadvertently ask the question, “so what are we?” honestly, it’s a question that the entire group grapples with in the 90s as they reintegrate yasha, as veth struggles with the question of changing back and whether she can stay with the nein, as beau tries to sacrifice herself for veth, as jester learns some uncomfortable truths about the traveler, as caduceus finds his family again. fjord and caduceus can easily define what they aren’t - not mentor/student, not brothers or cousins- but what they actually are stumps both of them.

their relationship doesn't look like any of their relationships with the others: beau is fjord's bro and first mate, caleb is fjord's complicated mirror and admiree, jester his crush and first person he learned to be vulnerable with, veth his antagonistic sibling. on caduceus' side, caleb is the one he looks to for a fellow project nerd and clear, unvarnished goals, beau and jester are the sisters caduceus misses, yasha the quiet beloved barbarian he understands better than the rest, and veth a mess he wants to help but can't. but fjord and caduceus' relationship is highly undefined at this point. notably undefined, beyond their newly shared connection to melora. at the dinner with essek, we get the stone bomb. and travis and fjord panic. like no, seriously, they spend the next four episodes low key panicking over this revelation. this ties back to fjord waiting for those other shoes to drop but it’s also more than that.

when it comes to destiny, fjord has always been the answer, the self made man, to both caduceus and caleb’s questions about destiny. he makes choices about who he is, who he wants to be, and takes actions towards those goals. he is one of those rare people who can wear many different masks, take on many different roles, while still maintaining his sense of self and becoming a fuller version of who he is. when I say fjord is the answer to destiny, what i mean is that he is what ioun said way back in c1 about Fate: mortals make choices and through those choices, destiny is fulfilled. he is the answer to caduceus' own growth from passive instrument waiting for someone to play him to active communicator in this conversation between gods and mortals. in this sense, fjord is what caduceus learns to be (this is exactly why caduceus rejects a mentor role; he has as much to learn from fjord as vice versa).

so for this coincidence to pop up, this idea that maybe fjord only had the illusion of choice to extend his service to the wildmother, that maybe somehow he was manipulated again, that there was some grand destiny pushing things and fjord had no say in it, yeah, i can see why fjord was low-key terrified. so is this what fjord and caduceus are: just some predestined grand fairy tale partnership neither of them have that much say in? episode 96 resoundingly rejects that label too. for one thing, none of the stones or clays treat fjord's last name as anything amazing or spectacular. for another, this string of episodes gives us caduceus at his most human. the terror of not knowing what happened to his family, the uncertainty of his homecoming, the relief of saving his family and home, the irritation at the way the chaos crew treats the temple, the playful attitude caduceus cultivates after, it's all on display. caduceus drops much of his placid exterior and willingly allows the nein to see sheer depth of emotion he has.

which leads me back to episode 98-99. uk’otoa’s agents come for fjord. and caduceus is pissed. travis and ashley both said on talks that they hadn’t really seen taliesin that pissed, that it was like someone had threatened an actual loved one of his. fjord dies. and comes back to an exhausted, still pissed off firbolg who is five seconds away from snapping archmage vess derogna’s head off for interrupting his prayer of healing. taliesin doesn’t even begin to relax until they start interrogating the dead fish people the next day. once caduceus confirms the ball is still in fjord, notably caduceus and caleb were the two who remembered, fjord starts asking for a way to remove it. he asks caduceus to start a commune with wildmom in tandem with jester’s commune with the traveler. caleb tells fjord that caduceus fought “very hard for you while you were down, i don’t know if he’s up to it.” having heard that, caduceus still tries, with his first divine intervention attempt of the campaign. and when jester figures out that greater restoration will work, caduceus pushes through his exhaustion, takes charge, and goes through a truly terrifying greater restoration with fjord to remove the ball. convulsing, seizing, shuddering, collapsing, etc.

in those moments, and in the quiet after when fjord confirms that he still has his powers, it finally hits him that yes, people can protect, fight, and love him for who he is alone. there is no chain or other shoe waiting to be dropped here. the wildmother is no uk’otoa, to punish or take power at a whim. caduceus will fight with everything he has and then some for fjord because he loves him (not for nothing does fjord only realizes the depths of jester’s feelings when she uses heal on him). who are caduceus and fjord to each other? they are people who will fight for one another and the others as far as they can. fjord says over and over again that he wants to protect the nein and look out for them because he cares for them. he demonstrates it over and over again as well. caduceus says basically the same thing; he wants everyone safe and happily on their way and will stay until they are. he demonstrates this all the time as well. this is, i think, the first time that he demonstrates his dedication so unequivocally, free of the artifice of duty, fully committed through love. fjord recognizes this in caduceus and caduceus does in fjord.

i say this is a turning point because, while they don’t really have another super in depth conversation alone together, these two start clocking each other and openly help and look out for each other. there’s an ease and intimacy to the relationship after this. fjord watching caduceus swim near vokodo’s lair, fjord being ready to hand over his armor to caduceus when it looks like his won’t be ready, fjord, caduceus, and beau plotting behind jester’s back to keep her safe from the traveler, the absolute offense fjord takes to eadwulf after he spoke to caduceus like that, fjord levels up in paladin after caduceus tells him he’s proud to know him, all the way to the end of the show when fjord shelters the clerics and tells them to finish lucien, we get little moments like these from both of them. hell, caduceus is the first person in the campaign to tell fjord directly that he loves him.

#cr #critical role #cr meta #fjorclay #wildbros #fjord #caduceus clay #prim did theirs so i'm doing mine #in b4 the wrap-up #just barely #and ran out of steam at the end #i'll expand on that later #gotta finish my vm v m9 meta #and the cockroach party analysis

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jessiebanethedragon · 4 years ago

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Rampage (Hunter x reader)

WARNINGS BAD BATCH EPISODE 5 SPOILERS

click read more if you've seen the ep bc this fic is about it!

also to be clear i'm not romanticizing slavery - there's nothing romantic about it. The fic is supposed to be more about how hunter feels towards the reader when she's put in danger.

summary: Captured by slavers, hunter witnesses the leader of them make a fatal mistake.

reader pronouns = she/her

warnings: mentions of slavery and implications towards reader being sold to the hutts...

Hunter is beginning to wonder if the galaxy is working against him. After all, how does a simple smash and grab go so wrong? In his squad's defense they hadn't prepared for whatever flying menace the zygerrians had tamed. Though it doesn’t make the electro-collar sit more comfortably around his neck, even if his vod are being just as problematic as usual.

“I think it’s getting looser!” Wrecker says, twisting it around his neck, before promptly being shocked by the guard looking over them. And as Echo points our the laws against slavery, and he too is shocked Hunter see’s you push the fragile clone behind you protectively.

“Come off it!” You sneer in your coruscanti accent. And while his face stays solom Hunter can't help but enjoy the way your voice sounds and his heart flutters at your protectiveness. The sound of the whip makes everyones head turn.

“You want to say that again, skug?” the slaver taunts you. And unconsciously Hunter is already moving towards you. Maker, you stir up feelings in his chest Hunter didn’t even know existed. Tech had called him obsessed when you had first joined the team, but obsessed didn’t seem to cover all the different ways he fell for you. Had he had more time to contemplate what was going through his head and his heart he might’ve realised not only that he was in love with you, but that you had fallen head over heels for the sergeant as well.

Hunter is broken from his thoughts by the sound of laughter.

“Look at what we have here.” says the zygerrian obviously in charge, as he walks down towards the group of you. “ Five new slaves to add to my collection. Strong ones too.” Hunter hates the way he’s looking and talking to his vod, but when the slaver scum turns and notices you, a different type of hate starts to boil.

“Look at you!” He exclaims, clapping his hands together in excitement. Watching you front your knelt place in front of Echo and essentially giggling when you swift backwards away from him.

“How lucky am I…” He says as he motions for his guard to wrench you to your feet, Hunter watches as you struggle and twist in your armour and how your hair goes wild with the movement. “To have had a creature as stunning as you, just waltz into my hands?” As Hunter goes to stand as well, he’s stopped by the chain that restrains him to the rock. He settles to glaring at the man instead, even more so when he stands too close to you. Looking you up and down and craning his neck around as well.

“Savor the view while you can, I won’t be in your hands for long.” You tell them determinedly and dangerously. Chuckling again the zygerrian reaches out slowly to wrap his hand around your jaw and grip your face until it hurts.

“I can tell you’ll need an attitude adjustment.” He snarls watching your hands come up to try and pry his own off of your face.

“Get your fucking hands off of her.” Hunter says slowly. The tattoo looking more mancacing than normal thanks to the way his face glares at the zygerrian. With a snap of his fingers, a moment later there's searing pain throughout his body, his muscles clenching and tensing against the electrical current forces through them. Hunter stiffins and then slumps as the collar turns on and off. And when his eyes open again the man has dragged you over to Hunter, a firm hand around your neck.

“Take her in.” The Slaver says, pushing you to your knees so that you’re level with the love of your life. “Take a good long look.” He says into your ear, but he’s not really talking to you, more like taunting a very dangerous man. Hunter knows he’s the one binded at the moment but all he can focus on is everything he's going to do to the zygerrian when he gets out of his shackles. Only to acknowledge the man when you let out a noise of pain as he pushes you forward.

“I hope you realise how generous I am.” He states, “letting you say goodbye.”

Hunter goes feral, at the implication of never seeing you again, at the inferred separation he sees red and tugs impossibly hard on his chains.

“There’s so many places she could go,” He taunts ever so calmly. Hunter can recognize Tech trying to reason with him, telling him it’s a mind game and to relax, but he doesn’t care. The only thing he can see and hear is you - and the threat of never seeing or hearing you again.

“If she’s lucky i’ll sell her as a servant, but that would be a waste, imagine how much the hutts would pay for something like this.” Hunter assumes he’s actually beginning to scare the slaver because he receives another shock.

And by the time he recovers, you’ve been thrown aside as everyone races after the Rancor and Omega.

It’s much later when the sergeant seeks you out. Preoccupied with the adrenaline and the events from the day, he hasn’t been able to get the privacy he wanted. But now the ship is quiet, and the only thing interrupting the two of you is the hum of the engine as the ship hurtles through hyperspace.

“You killed him, didn’t you?” It's a question he knew was coming, and he considers lying to you telling you he left him for officials to find, but Hunter can’t bring himself to be dishonest. He could never be dishonest to you.

“Yes.” He says plainly, turning his head to look at you in the passenger seat, a conflicted look on your face, shucking off his gloves, Hunter engages autopilot.

“I’m sor-”

“Don’t.” you cut him off, ��don’t apologies.” Your voice is softer now. And he can't help the way he looks at you as he moves to kneel in front of your chair. Running his bare hands over your thighs, which look so much smaller without the armour plating attached.

Intimacy isn’t foreign between you and him, in fact you’re the only person Hunter likes to be close to. Rather than get overwhelmed by you, he indulges in the way you feel under his hands. He smiles as you gasp when his hands meet your waist.

“Is this okay?” He inquires, seeing you nod before sinking down awkwardly to be level with him. Hunter has to bite back a groan when his hands move under your tunic and his calloused fingers splay over your shoulder blades.

“Hunter…” You murmur his name as he pulls you flush against him and buries his face into your neck.

“I was scared.” He admits, for the first time in his life, the sergeant of Clone Force 99 tells someone he was afraid.

“I wasn’t.” You pull back to stare him down. “I’m never afraid when I'm with you.” you’re trying to read him - he can tell. And he tries not to think of how much he enjoyed when his hands wrapped around the zygerrian’s neck and he flailed around as life was choked out of him and he realized his fatal mistake.

He pushes all of that from his mind as he kisses you.

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nctsjiho · 4 years ago

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King of Hearts

warnings: none

era: July 2021

❀ Lucas decides it’s time to take JiHo out for her first date

Leaned over the kitchen counter, rolling an orange from hand to hand, JiHo was deeply invested in the conversation she was having with her manager. Not Yebin, but her Esteem manager she was currently living with. The poor piece of fruit had suffered bruises from the few times the young girl had dropped it or tossed it too hard, but JiHo paid no mind as she listened to Sihyun – the manager – talk about the latest gossip in the model and acting industry. Yes, JiHo had the ‘privilege’, or whatever you wanted to call it, to get the insider-scoop about that industry before stuff got public, if it ever went public anyway.

Mid-conversation the two women heard the keypad of their front door beep, indicating that someone was trying to get inside. Usually this would concern the residents, definitely because they were the only ones living in the apartment, but Sihyun knew. She knew JiHo had practically given the password to their house to all her groupmates.

And even though Sihyun wasn’t initially comfortable with 23 men being able to walk inside her house at any given moment, she quickly came to terms with it when all the boys had been nothing but respectful of her privacy and 99% of the time would announce their arrival. The only times they did not announce it was during the early afternoon hours when they knew JiHo would be home alone, or on the occasional moment they would just forget. This time seemed like one of those moments.

“Hello princess!” A loud voice boomed through the apartment from the small corridor. Sihyun who stood on the other side of the counter had a clear visual of the surprise visitor and smiled watching his goofy stance. JiHo however didn’t need to take a look at him to know who the visitor was. “Took you long enough, how many days have you been in Korea already? And you hadn’t visited.” JiHo continued to play with the abused piece of fruit earning a scowl from Sihyun – she knew the girl wasn’t going to eat that orange afterwards and it would be headed straight for the bin.

Soon enough two long, strong arms slithered around the girl’s waist. “I’m sorry, but I’m here now.” JiHo felt her bar stool turn – it wasn’t even a swivel chair – until she was met with a bright smile. She couldn’t help herself but smile back, yet her smile quickly turned into a confused frown when she saw the bag in Lucas’ outstretched hand. “What’s this? A house warming gift? You know it’s a little late for that now.” Lucas just smiled as he shook his head. “We’re going on a date! Now go change.” He pushed the bag into JiHo’s lap.

The girl’s confused expression quickly turned into one of shock, while Sihyun just tried to contain her excited shrieks behind her hands. The 26 year old woman felt like she was watching some sort of K-drama and no one would blame her, since Lucas looked like a handsome main-lead with his hair styled back and wearing a nice pair of jeans along with a crisp looking white button up. Oh how Sihyun wished she could get him to agree to work under Esteem, but he was already successful enough getting modelling jobs without having to look for any. Every clothing brand and fashion magazine in Korea and China had their eyes on him already. Esteem had nothing more to offer to him.

“A date?” The boy – man might be a more appropriate title for him – nodded his head wildly, messing his hair up a bit in the meantime. “Why?” “Because I heard you’ve had a stressful time these past months and so I want you to relax. Plus! I missed you and I want to hang out.” JiHo’s face softened at the confession, but she couldn’t help but feel the nerves flutter in her stomach. “But we can hang out inside and just order some food or something-“ The feigned disappointed shake of Lucas’ head cut JiHo off mid-sentence. “Chenle told me you’ve been playing Valorant every day after your schedules, practise and recordings. It’s time for you to get your butt outside.” Before JiHo could protest a sigh from behind the kitchen counter caught their attention.

Sihyun’s eyes widened as she saw the two young idols look at her, but she quickly regained her composure. “I agree with Lucas. You seriously need to leave this house more.” “I have been! I literally went skateboarding all the time with Yangyang this month.” JiHo defended, yet Lucas faked a cough to grab her attention. “What?” “I’ve heard you haven’t went since that last time when you invited He-“ “Okay! I’ll get dressed, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” JiHo pushed herself of the chair and ran towards her room. Lucas and Sihyun both just smiled knowingly before engaging in a conversation together.

Dresses weren’t completely foreign territory for JiHo, she had worn a handful now for work and she was well aware that her taste in fashion had changed over the past few months. She now wasn’t completely opposed to wearing a dress casually, even though this had not yet happened so far. However, as she looked at the dress she felt her hands get a bit sweaty.

It wasn’t that the dress was ugly, or too revealing. Not at all. It was just that JiHo actually really liked it, she didn’t know how to react. Slipping the yellow fabric over her head, she noticed how the dress fit like a glove, as if it was made for her. It was a silly thought, but somehow JiHo felt like she was having her princess moment right now – which was fitting because this was all thanks to Lucas who liked to call her princess. For once JiHo felt super feminine in a comfortable way and she wouldn’t like to admit it, but she really loved the feeling.

JiHo quickly put on one of the necklaces Lucas had bought her months, maybe even years ago, did her makeup in record time – well the makeup really only consisted of mascara and a lip tint – and made sure her hair looked acceptable to go out. Once finished she walked back to Lucas who was still talking to Sihyun.

“Oh you look so cute!” Sihyun almost squealed causing JiHo to roll her eyes. “I’m ready to go.” The young girl said to catch Lucas attention. He turned his body so he could see JiHo standing beside him. It took a few seconds before Lucas could form the right words to say, taken aback by how different JiHo looked right then. “Wow~ You look even prettier right now.”

The bright smile and breathy words coming from Lucas didn’t fail to make JiHo flustered. She’d already gotten used to Lucas calling her ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’ a lot of times and she knew that he meant it every time, but right now the words just seemed to register differently and catch her off guard.

An open hand “harshly” made contact with Lucas’ arm to which he winced. “Let’s just go.” JiHo mumbled going to the corridor where her shoes and bags were located.

Lucas couldn’t stop himself from helping to choose a bag and a pair of shoes for JiHo which he thought would fit best with her outfit. “Where are we even going?” She asked curiously after slipping on a pair of low, cream, sandal-like heels. “It’s a surprise, but we’re definitely getting some food as well and we won’t have to walk too much. So don’t worry.” He teased, but JiHo couldn’t help but smile. “You know me too well.”

To say that JiHo needed this “date” was an understatement; with how she was beaming and laughing nonstop, Lucas could’ve sworn that if JiHo was locked up in her apartment one more day she would’ve completely lost it. He could visibly see how the tension in JiHo’s muscles melted away. The twinkle her eyes held looked so innocent and childlike, as if she was experiencing things for the first time. And as the duo now sat across each other at a table in one of the nicest rooftop restaurants in the area, Lucas couldn’t move his gaze from the everlasting smile on JiHo’s face boosting his pride.

“I didn’t know there was a butterfly garden in Seoul.” JiHo deeply exhaled, thinking back at how beautiful all the butterflies looked up close. “Did you like it?” Lucas asked, awaiting a positive answer. When JiHo’s eyes widened, Lucas started to get slightly worried, but the girl’s passionate answer quickly eased his nerves. “What do you think? I loved it! Every part. The butterfly garden, the café, and now this restaurant.” She then shoved the piece of steak that was on her fork into her mouth, not waiting until she had swallowed it she continued, “I think this is the best food I’ve ever eaten.”

A low chuckle left Lucas’ lips as he watched JiHo chew and swallow the rest of her food. “I should take you out more often then.” He smiled, mostly to himself, but JiHo perked up at his words. “Hm? Why?” Lucas looked up to meet JiHo’s eyes. “I mean, today was great, so yeah I’d definitely wouldn’t mind doing this again. But why would you want to?” “Because I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile this beautifully before.”

At his words JiHo couldn’t help but blush, the comment completely catching her of guard. She wondered how after those years of compliments Lucas managed to make her blush like that, but somehow, today, Lucas had found a way so that any- and everything he said or did would make her feel like a young teenage girl going on a date with her crush.

“You always try to be so professional and even if you have fun and play around sometimes, it’s like you’re always on your toes. Seeing you let go and genuinely be happy, being able to forget about your worries, it looks absolutely stunning on you JiHo.” JiHo looked down at her now empty plate before mumbling, “Did China turn you into a cheesy heartthrob or what’s up with you?” It was barely a question and definitely a coping mechanism – JiHo didn’t know how to react to Lucas sincerity – but Lucas was all for it, laughing at how adorable JiHo looked.

“What? Are you falling in love with me princess?” JiHo looked up with a gasp. “Don’t call me that in public! If someone hears you and recognises us, dating rumours are definitely going to spread and SM won’t be happy.” JiHo scolded, but Lucas could only laugh. She was clearly just trying to avoid the question because she was already very aware that Lucas rented out the whole rooftop for the two of them, no one would be able to hear them. And even if she did forget, with just one glance it would’ve been obvious it was only the two of them there, besides the 2 waiters who were enjoying their own conversation at the bar.

Once the duo had finished their dinner and after they continued talking for about 2 hours afterwards, they headed back to JiHo’s apartment. Luckily all the boys’ dorms weren’t too far away from the apartment, so Lucas wasn’t rushing to get her home or to leave after she arrived safely.

“You really didn’t have to walk all the way up here. You’re acting like we’re in some teenage chick flick.” JiHo smiled as she pushed in the code into her door’s keylock. With that Lucas leaned against the wall next to her – in the most cliché way – while sending her a smile of his own. “Do you not like it?” The keylock dinged at the correct input and JiHo began to push open the door with one hand, the other hand pushing at Lucas’ chest. “Careful or I’ll tell Yuta oppa about this and I don’t think he’d be too happy.” For a second Lucas smile faded as he felt the tiniest bit of fear arise at the though of his hyung’s possible reaction, but his smile returned just as quickly. “I’m sure he won’t after he sees all the pretty pictures I took of you today.”

Again JiHo felt her cheeks flare up just the slightest, but this time purely out of embarrassment. “Don’t show those pictures to anyone.” “But you looked pretty today. And it’s not as if the boys haven’t see you wearing a dress before.” JiHo just shook her head and sent him a warning glare. “But I don’t mind being the only one who’s allowed to see you look this pretty- Ouch! What was that for?” The boy held his arm where he just got pinched. “For being annoying.”

A pout formed on Lucas’ lips but it quickly got wiped away once JiHo pulled him into a quick hug, making sure the front door didn’t fall back into the lock with her foot keeping it open. “Thanks for today. Thanks for being my prince and taking me out on my first date.” Normally JiHo would cringe at her own words, but somehow every ounce of shame was thrown out of the window now that she was around Lucas. “It really was your first date huh?” He smirked, cocking one brow. “Yeah yeah, now don’t go ‘bragging’ about it to the others, okay?” However Lucas just smirked again as he began making his way to the elevator. “No promises princess!” JiHo hushed him, but he was already inside the elevator, doors closing behind him. “Oh God, Doyoung, Yuta and Kun are all going to kill him.” She mumbled to herself walking into her apartment.

Just as the door closed behind her she heard her phone vibrate. And then vibrate again. Until it just became one constant buzz. Looking at her phone she saw the notifications of the NCT group chat along with the words ‘Lucas and JiHo’ as well as ‘date’ and ‘princess’. Shaking her head in disbelief and deciding to ignore the messages until tomorrow, JiHo mumbled to herself again. “At least if I don’t get to him and kill him first.”

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Side Note: The only reason that this writing is called ‘King of Hearts’ is for me to tell you that you should listen to that song. Winwin’s vocals 👌 Yangyang’s last verse 👌 Hendery during that live performance of this song in Bangkok (he’s so hot and talented, please stan him)👌 How this song was literally made for Lucas 👌 Yes I’ve listened to it 10+ times on repeat one day and I’d gladly do it again!

Also someone tell me to stop posting every other day, why am I doing this to myself also me feeling writing/creative withdrawal when I don’t post😅

Have a nice day/evening/night loves 🤍💚🤍

#jiho.writings #nct 24th member #nct addition #nct female member #nct imagines #wayv imagines #wayv fluff #nct fluff #nct extra member #nct additional member #nct female addition #kpop!addition #kpop!oc

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idjitlili · 5 years ago

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Thranduil x reader

Imagine being childhood friends with Thranduil, hadn’t seen him for centuries, him finding you wounded in the battle of the five armies as you were apart of the company and you fought alongside them. Thorin,Fili,kili live au.

Word count:1540

You lay there in the mud, near erebor, you had been caught off guard. You hadn’t seen Thranduil since he married his wife, you had left after their engagement was announced. You couldn’t bare seeing the man you loved with another women especially one so beautiful.

You were beyond heartbroken, you became a ranger for many years ,then Gandalf had asked you to join Thorin Oakenshields company, you agreed. Then when you arrived at Mirkwood you went with Gandalf he knew about the chances of the dwarves being caught by Thranduils guards,and he knew of you past so he had allowed you to go with him.

You knew how to defend yourself, otherwise you wouldn’t have been a ranger. You were fond of the dwarves and Bilbo , you didn’t understand Thranduils hatred for them. Dwarves were very kind to you, even Thorin he soon warmed up to you. Sometimes when you did have the ponies , you would give Bilbo piggy back rides. You liked his sass, you knew he wasn’t a skilled fighter so you made sure to help him out.

Which led you to the battle of the five armies. Bilbo was being attacked so you stepped in telling him to run; fighting the orcs off. As soon as you turned around to see if Bilbo had made it off, which he did, you felt the cold iron hit your lower stomach. You had looked down to see the blood spilling ; looking back up to see an orc smirking at you , as you collapsed onto the floor.

Everything went black.

Thranduil seen you save Bilbo, he knew you were with the company when Bilbo had given the Arkenstone. Bilbo had mentioned you helping him get out ; without anyone seeing. Thranduils eye widened at this, he had missed you deeply , it was worse after his wife had died. He needed his bestfriend.

“Y/n?” He had muttered out, Bilbo looked up at the king in confusion.

“Uh yeah, you know her?” Bilbo wondered why you hadn’t told him about knowing Thranduil, he knew you had lived in Mirkwood , but you never stayed why you left.

“Is she part of your company?” He had questioned, in disbelief he didn’t think he would ever see you again. No one knew you had left , not even your parents, you left 99% of your stuff. To start over your life, trying to put your life into keeping middle earth safe.

Bilbo had nodded his head, thats all Thranduil needed to know for know.

When he had spotted you , he tried to rush towards you but the orc had stuck you first. Now Thranduil’s face lit with anger ;as he charged at the orc with his sword. His hair swaying against as he sat upon his elk. He had slashed the orc Th o death before jumping off his elk, to your side. The war was over.

His soft palms grazed your face ,his eyes filled with panic, as he lifted your tunic to reveal your wound. He had gasped at the blood pouring out of your. “You are going to be alright.” He muttered over and over he didn’t know if he was trying to convince you or himself. He picked you up bridal style from the ground, getting on to his elk trying to find a healer.

Instead he found Oin, he didn’t trust dwarves but he knew he didn’t have time to be picky,otherwise you would die. He had begged for help, Oin had ushered him to bring you into erebor. Oin has been about to go into erebor when thrandhil found him. Oin led Thranduil to a empty chamber, Thranduil laid you down grabbing a chair to sit next to you in.

Oin got to work , cleaning and stitches your wound ,you were still out cold. Thranduil clutched his hand, hoping for you. His mind flashed of memories of the two of you, playing in Greenwood forest, playing tricks on guards. He knew he loved you, yet he could never tell you though, his father before he was even at age had picked out his wife. He could not disobey his king.

“Is she going to be okay?” Thranduil asked the dwarf as he finished, Oin had looked up at the king. “She should be fine, if she had lost anymore blood..” he smiled slightly at Thranduil. “Thank you.” He had told the healer as he left.

Thranduil stayed with you for , a whole day not eating or anything not evening shittting. After a whole 24 hours you had woken , shocker at your vister who still clutched on to your hand. You turned your hand to face him “Thranduil?” You said dry throatly.

His head snapped towards you in shock, “y/n. You are awake?” He spoke excitedly, you groaned “no I’m dead, yes I’m awake.” You spoke smiling at him lightly, he ignored your comment bringing his chair closer not letting go of your hand though. He felt you head, sighing in pleasure when you had no temperature, as elves rarely get sick.

“Are you the only who brought me here?” You spoke noticing this was the room you had been giving by thorin in erebor. “As soon as I saw you get injured , I grabbed you then found Oin.” You giggled at him. “Oh so now you know dwarves names but thanks for saving my life.”

He sighed,”I missed you y/n.” You looked away from him, “as did I miss you.” You spoke dry as sandpaper. He frowned at you , “why did you leave?”

“Is it that hard to believe I needed a fresh start?” You angrily spat looking at Thranduil as his mouth gapped in shock.

“Why didn’t you stay for my wedding? Why did you tell me were g-“ before he could finish you interrupted him “first you would’ve tried making me stay, secondly I didn’t want to see you get married.” You mouth still dripping with venom pulling your hand from his.

“Why?” He questioned again you were getting annoyed at him saying why. “Stop asking why already, just drop it.” You go to stand up only for Thranduil to push you down. “You will pull your stitches.” He gestured to your lower stomach, you pulled the fabric of your tunic up to reveal many stitches. You look away quickly.

“Why did you stay?” You were confused why he didn’t go back and led Mirkwood , he isn’t supposed to leave Mirkwood for long time. You thought it was weird he was holding you hand when you woke up.

“Because I care for you.” You spoke simply. , you scrunched your face not believing him. “Bullshit.” He sighed standing up annoyed, “stop being stubborn, you were my bestfriend y/n of course I care for you.” He turned to look at you, you couldn’t bare to be to around him anymore.

You carefully got up ignoring the horrendous pain, walking over to thranduil , who gasped seeing you up, before he could say anything you spoke first.”you want to know why I left? Hm?” You questioned angrily he nods his head. “I left because I love you, I couldn’t bare to see you marry someone else. So now the snake is out of the box leave.” You spoke angrily pointing to your door.

Before you could even react his lips were on yours , cupping your cheeks. You pulled away , still angry “you are married Thranduil. Stop.” You turn away from him , spotting a cup of water on your bedside table , walking to and drinking it.

“She died , giving birth to my son,but I never loved her like I love you y/n.” You turned around to thranduil and gasped.

“You had a child with someone you didn’t love? “ you scoffed at the elven king.

“My father arranged the marriage, and if I wasn’t to officiate the marriage my father would have know, they had scribes Out side the door. My father would’ve disowned me. I had no choice.” He grasped yours hands , you felt tingles go up your arms.

“That’s for the information on your sex life.” You spat pulling away from thranduil.

“I love you y/n, please I always have.” His facial expression softening presenting his sincere attentions.

You could bare to wait no longer you loved him so much, you had been waiting centuries.

“Do you really?” You questioned.

“Yes, I do. So please come home with me and be my queen.” He brought his hand to caress your cheek, you placed your hand over his.

“If I agree do you promise to be friendly with Thorin and the dwarves , team up with him once his again?” You looked into his ocean eyes.

“I would do anything for you, now let’s go together thorin doesn’t kill me.”

“Wait he doesn’t know you are here?”

“Oin told him that you could have no visitors so he wouldn’t know.”

“Oh darn you are in trouble.” You giggle

#the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #thranduil imagine #thranduil x reader #thranduil x y/n #thranduil

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justahopelessssromantic · 5 years ago

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Finding Hope: Part 3

A/N: Hey guys here’s another update for you ❤️ I’ve honestly had this like 99% done for a while now so I thought I’d finish it up and get it posted. I hope you all enjoy and as always thank you so very much for reading, it means the world to me 🥰💖

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*credit to the original owners of the pictures*

Warnings: Angst; violence and mentions of drug use

Word Count: 4933

Daniella had spent the first few weeks of living in Santo Padre while working at Romero Brother’s Scrapyard just getting acclimated to her new life outside of prison and this crazy new role as guardian to Hope. She took to her job quickly, picking everything up with ease. The work wasn’t exciting but it was a job and most importantly a chance to get to know Bishop better. Plus she had a great view of the guys while they worked. If she was going to be around men so much she might as well get to enjoy it a little bit. She had spent the past three years surrounded by women. She deserved a little bit of eye candy. And boy were they easy on the eyes. Especially Ezekiel Reyes with his incredibly buff biceps.

For her EZ was the safest option. He was attractive, had a body built like a god and she had no feelings or urges to pursue him in any way. He was simply just a pleasant view. Nothing more.

Daniella rested her head against her arm as her other hand fidgeted with the pen between her fingers. Her focus was currently on EZ as he did the scut work around the yard. Just behind him was Angel, his sponsor, watching him as he worked and he had a cigarette break. Angel looked up catching Daniella’s eyes as they flicked from EZ to him.

She bit her lip, quickly looking away and back down to the schedule which she was supposed to be filling out for the next month. She prayed he would not come her way but of course with Angel that never worked.

“Working hard?” Angel asked as he stepped into the small office smelling strongly of cigarette smoke. Fuck Daniella could really use a smoke right now.

Daniella ignored him as she tried to focus on the schedule. “Is there something you need? If you want time off you have to run it by Bishop fist.” It was best to keep things curt with Angel. If she gave him an inch he’d take a whole fucking mile.

Angel also ignored her comment continuing with what he wanted to say. “I see you’ve been checking out my baby bro.” He wasn’t stupid, he saw it. How could he not when he was always watching her? He’d watch her watch EZ and feel that familiar resentment towards his younger brother. Of course Daniella wouldn't give him the time of day but would ogle over Ezekiel, the golden boy.

“Don’t you have work to do?” Daniella asked, finally looking up at him.

“Don’t you?”

“What the hell does it look like I’m doing?” Daniella set her pen down giving up on getting anything done here.

“Looks like you were too busy drooling over EZ." Angel leaned back against the wall. "I don’t think that’s in the job description.”

“And you drooling over me is?”

"Well you're much better looking than all those assholes I've seen everyday for years." Angel stated matter of factly.

Daniella rolled her eyes. She was about to ask Angel to leave when Chucky came in behind Angel.

“There’s a man here for you.” Chucky said, ignoring Angel as he addressed Dani.

“A man?” Angel asked, looking between Chucky and Dani. Who the hell was this man looking for her?

Daniella’s mind began running around who all could possibly be here for her. She didn’t know enough people in Santo Padre for it to be anyone here which meant only one thing. Whoever it was was from her past. “Did he say who he was, Chucky?” She asked him, also ignoring Angel.

“No, just said he was looking for you.”

“Well what did he look like?” Daniella was trying to figure out if whoever it was was someone she should face or if she should bail out the back.

“Tall, muscular, blond hair, very handsome.” Chucky smiled describing the man.

Angel did not like the description of this guy at all. He hadn’t even seen the guy but the mother fucker sounded like a real douche. And handsome? Fuck that.

“Fuck,” Daniella muttered standing up from her chair. It was Reilly, her ex, had to be. Sooner or later someone was bound to find her. She was not surprised at all that it was him.

“Everything okay?” Angel asked as he watched her head for the door. She was already in a mood as she always was when Angel was around but she seemed even more upset, almost caught off guard by the surprise visitor.

“Yeah, just fucking peachy.” She mumbled before stepping out past Chucky.

Angel and Chucky watched her walk away from the office towards the front gate. “Who the fuck is this guy Chucky?” Angel asked, not taking his eyes away from Dani.

“I think he’s Hope’s father,” Chucky informed Angel watching Dani as well. Based off of her reaction and the picture the man had showed him he was almost certain that’s who he was. “He showed me a picture of him and Daniella. They looked good together, happy.”

Angel didn’t like this one bit.

Daniella made her way to the gate where she found Reilly waiting. Her blood was boiling as she stared him down. He just grinned at her smugly, his dimples showing. She wanted to smack them and that smile right off his stupd face.

“You look good.” He said looking her up and down. It was true, she looked better than he had ever seen her. Prison was hell he knew that but it also got her out of her toxic life. If she wasn’t going to let him help her at least she got out somehow.

“What are you doing here?” Daniella asked, crossing her arms. She wanted to make it very known to him that he was not wanted nor welcome here.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

“Yeah? Well you’ve found me.”

“Your mom sent me to find you. She’s in rehab. They found her in her home after she OD’d.” Reilly watched Danilla’s expressions carefully looking for anything that may give her away. “They also found Billy at the bottom of the stairs in rough shape. He’s in a coma, for now.”

“And?” Daniella raised her eyebrow. “Is there a reason you’re telling me all this?” She already knew all this although the part about her mother and Billy being alive was new.

She was there afterall.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” Rowena asked looking at Daniella as she stared at the home she grew up in, the place that held so much pain for her.

“I’m sure. Thanks Ro, but I have to do this alone.” Daniella looked back giving Rowena a smile before exiting her vehicle and making her way up the cracked sidewalk to the front door.

Without knocking she opened the door entering the house the stench almost knocking her out. She stopped in the doorway, her body filling with dread. She hoped to never step foot in this place again but here she was.

Just get in, get your money, and get the fuck out she reminded herself.

She pushed through making her way down the hallway. She tried to push the memories to the back of her mind. She didn’t want to remember the time her mother first shoved the needle in her or the time when Billy broke her arm or when Reilly told her he loved her. She didn’t want to remember any of it. The house held pieces of her she wished were dead, things she longed to forget.

The TV played faintly from the living room, she could hear the Price Is Right’s theme song. Cigar smoke billowed out from the room. She assumed Billy was in there. He was a creature of habit. Every day he’d watch his show getting high. If she was lucky she could make her way past him without him even knowing.

Unfortunately she wasn’t lucky.

“Daniella, is that you?” She heard his gruff voice call out.

She should have ignored him. All she had to do was keep walking but no she stopped to entertain him. “Who else would it be?”

Billy smirked spreading his legs open as he leaned back into his recliner. “Come sit on Daddy’s lap.” He said, patting his leg. “If you’re a good girl and do as I say I might just give you a treat.”

His smile was sickening.

She gulped, swallowing the bile that creeped up her throat. How many times had she heard that before? No she wouldn’t think about that right now, couldn’t. She wouldn’t go there. “Where’s my mother?”

“How the fuck should I know?” He snarled, putting out his cigar. “Doesn’t matter. She never minded sharing before.”

Daniella squeezed her trembling hands into fists. Just breathe, she reminded herself. She should have never come here. She wasn’t going to do this. She made her way further down the hall and to the kitchen.

The smell was much worse there.

The small room was filled with used dishes, trash, and needles. How anyone could live like this was beyond her. She couldn’t believe she used to live in these very same conditions.

Never again, this wasn’t her life anymore. This wasn’t who she was.

She opened the drawer beside the sink that was filled with dirty disgusting water. She scrunched her nose up at the sight before pulling all the junk out of the drawer.

“It’s not in there.” Billy was now standing in the doorway watching her, his eyes on her ass. She really had grown into quite the woman.

Daniella tried to ignore the chill that ran through her body as the hair on the back of her neck rose up. Of course she should have known that they would have found her hiding space eventually. Taking a deep breath she turned around to look at him. “I want my money Billy. I earned that shit.”

“After everything your mother and I did for you, you come in here expecting more?” Billy took a step towards her. If she wasn't already backed into the counter she would have taken one herself. ”You always were an ungrateful little bitch.”

“Just give me my money and I’ll be out of your hair.” Daniella said through clenched teeth.

“You should have been out of my hair already if only the stupid bitches had done their job,” Billy smiled as he approached Daniella loving how she instinctively tried to make herself smaller as if she could disappear. “You know what they say. You want a job done well, you gotta do it yourself.”

Billy lunged for Daniella. Daniella barely dodged him before he caught her slamming her against the counter before shoving her head into the sink full of water holding her under. Daniella gasped and sputtered as the water filled her lungs. She grasped onto the side of the sink desperately feeling around for anything. Her hand finally felt something. She grabbed a hold of the handle swinging the object back colliding it with Billy just enough to get him off of her.

Daniella gasped and coughed as she clutched onto the sink. She had never been so thankful for fresh air in her life. She didn’t nearly have enough time to gather herself. Before Billy could have the mind to try again she quickly fled past him where he had been clutching his head.

“Get back here bitch!” Billy called out coming after her.

Daniella frantically made her way through the house stealing a glance back every now and then. Billy wasn’t far behind. She quickly rounded the corner and rushed up the stairs taking them two at a time. She was just at the top when she felt Billy’s large hand grab her shoulder yanking her back. Daniella grabbed onto the railing to keep herself from going down. Her back slammed against it as she heard the loud thud from Billy going down, tumbling down the stairs.

Looking back she stared at his still body for a moment in shock. The adrenaline was pumping through her body as she tried to determine if he had been breathing or not. She really hoped he fucking wasn't.

She stared a little longer in disgust before heading back up the rest of the stairs. She was here for her money and she'd be damned if she left empty handed.

She made her way down the hall before she reached the second to last door and stopped. She looked at the beat up door. The paint was chipping and the handle was still busted from Reilly.

Just more shit she didn't want to remember.

There was no time for taking a trip down memory lane.

Daniella finally made it to her mother’s room. It was quiet and no one came out after Billy so she assumed she was either not home or just so out of it she didn’t hear or care about the noise the two created. Slowly Daniella opened the door peeking in. She cursed as she saw her mother’s figure across the floor by the foot bed with a needle still in her arm.

She nudged her with her foot once and got nothing. Next she leaned over looking for any signs of life but didn’t find any. “I told you that shit would kill you one day.” She spat glaring down at her mother’s lifeless body.

Stepping over her mother she opened the closet in search of Billy’s money. What she wasn’t expecting to find was the soft brown eyes of a small girl who couldn’t be any older than three.

“Jesus Christ,” Daniella muttered, squatting down to be level with her. Hope just stared back at her, thumb securely in her mouth with her bear wrapped in her arms. Her eyes were puffy and full of tears. “It’s okay, I won’t hurt you.” She told her, reaching out towards her. It took a moment but eventually Hope removed her hand from her mouth and took Daniella’s hand.

Daniella couldn’t just leave her there, so she did the only thing any decent human being would do. She got herself and Hope the hell out of there.

Reilly sighed running his hand through his hair. “I’m telling you this as a friend.”

Daniella scoffed. Reilly had some nerve coming here and claiming to be her friend. He didn't care about her and never would. He proved that a long time ago.

“Don’t be like that Dani. You don’t exactly have a lot of friends right now. If I were you I wouldn't drive away the few you do.” He warned her. She may not be able to see it but he loved her. Everything he did was for her, to protect her.

“I don’t need anyone and I certainly don’t need you Reilly. I’m just fine on my own.”

“And you’re on your own?”

“Are you asking if I’m seeing anyone? Because our ship sailed the fuck away a long time ago and it’s never coming back.” She wasn’t stupid. She knew Reilly was still hung up on her. In his mind he was just the hero, rescuing her, but at the end of the day he fucking used her and Daniella does not forgive easily.

“No, fuck no.” Reilly chuckled. He knew there was no one. Daniella wouldn’t let anyone in enough to enter her life like that and certainly any poor sucker she did wouldn’t last long. “I’m asking about Hope.”

“Hope?”

“Don’t play dumb Dani. I’m not stupid.” Reilly stuck his thumbs in his belt loops switching his weight on his feet. “Look Joselyn doesn’t know she’s gone yet but when she does she’s going to come looking for you first and Billy, well you better just pray he never wakes up and finds out about the missing money.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

Reilly nodded seeing right through her. Daniella was stubborn, he knew that better than anyone. “Just so you know I’ll be around for a while. I like Santo Padre. It’s a good change of scenery.”

“Do whatever it is your cold dead heart desires. I don’t care.” But she did care. The last thing she needed was Reilly around watching her.

“I’ll see you around Dani.”

“Hopefully not.”

“Who the fuck is that?” Bishop asked nodding towards Dani and the man who was talking to her. He squinted his eyes trying to see him better in the bright sunlight.

“No idea,” Creeper said leaning forward onto the picnic table. All the guys were outside watching, trying to get a read on the guy and the situation.

Angel came over to the guys with Chucky just behind him. Pulling out his pack of cigarettes he looked back at Daniella and the man before addressing his brothers. “Chucky says he’s the father. Dani didn’t seem too happy to have him here.” Although Angel was sure he was more upset by the surprise visitor than her.

“The piece of shit?” Bishop asked, staring down Reilly. “Did he tell you anything Chucky?”

“Nope. Just that he was looking for Daniella.” Chucky watched the tense expression on Bishop’s face and then looked over to the two as well. There was something there Chucky just wasn’t quite sure what yet.

“What are they saying?” Angel asked leaning down next to Coco who was watching intently as well.

“Does it look like I can fucking read lips to you?’”

“I don’t know. You’re the fucking sniper.” Angel shot back. “You’re supposed to have good eyesight and shit.”

“Maybe if you two idiots would shut up we could hear.” Hank told the two taking a smoke from Angel.

Taza patted Bishop on the shoulder leaning down to his ear. “You okay brother?”

“Just fucking peachy.” Bishop muttered, not taking his eyes off Reilly who he could see just past Daniella whose back was to the men. If looks could kill he’d be a dead man.

Daniella watched Reilly leave until he was completely out of sight. She finally relaxed a little having him gone but she couldn’t shake the gnawing anxiety in the pit of her stomach. Her mother and Billy were supposed to be dead. Everything would be so much easier if they were dead. Now she was really fucked.

Why couldn’t they just fucking stay dead?

Daniella shot a quick text to Letty telling her to stay in today and keep Hope home. She wasn’t sure exactly what she was going to do now with Reilly here. She couldn't hide Hope forever but she couldn’t trust him to not betray her again.

Shoving her phone back in her pocket she turned around to find all the guys looking her way. Just as soon as she caught them they all turned away pretending to be preoccupied by anything at all, well all except Bishop, Taza, and Angel. They didn’t care if they got caught watching.

Daniella’s eyes met Bishop’s for a second. There was something there, something that made her uneasy. She wasn’t threatened or put off by him. He just looked caring, loving, protective even. He made her feel all the things a father should and that made her nervous.

Fuck she was making things up in her mind. It was a terrible idea to work for Bishop. She should have gone somewhere else, anywhere but here.

She didn't feel like talking to any of the guys right now. She knew what they would have a million questions and she needed some time to clear her head before she talked to any of them. She headed back towards the office and sure enough before long Angel was beside her.

"You okay?" He asked her. He watched her face as she kept her eyes dead ahead refusing to look his way. "Who was that guy? Was he bothering you?"

“Not now Reyes.” She snapped, slamming the door to the office behind her. Leaning back against the door she ran her hands over her face. She wanted to scream but was afraid that would draw even more unwanted attention to her. Instead she just muttered another fuck plopping down in her chair before burying her face in her arms on the desk.

Of course when she finally felt like she was settling down, like her and Hope could make a home here, that’s when everything had to go to shit.

Daniella looked up as she heard the door to the office open. She was sure she would see Chucky or Angel but to her surprise it was Bishop.

“That guy giving you trouble?” He asked her, walking up to the desk.

“No he’s harmless.” It wasn’t Reilly she was most concerned about right now but her mother and Billy. They were the real threat. Reilly was just a pawn to them. “Do you mind if I go home early? I got everything done for the day.”

“Go ahead, take the rest of the day.” He gave her a smile. Even though she said Reilly wasn’t a threat he could see she was rattled by him or whatever it was he said. “Chucky can handle the rest. I’ll have Angel escort you home. Just to make sure there are no problems.” Angel had already approached Bishop about taking her home.

Daniella couldn’t believe he was sending a babysitter with her, especially Angel. “That’s really not necessary. I’ll be fine.” She insisted.

“He’ll just make sure you get there alright then head back here.” Quite frankly he didn’t care if Dani wanted this or not. He didn’t like that asshole out here today. Maybe he couldn’t protect her all those years ago but he sure as hell was going to do all he could to protect her now.

“Why? I can handle Reilly.”

“Because that’s what we do around here Dani. We look after each other.” Yes there was a little more to it because of their connections but he wasn’t doing anything he wouldn’t do for anyone else who worked with them or were a part of their family. “Just do this for me. It’ll give me one less thing to worry about.”

Dani didn’t have the energy to argue right now. She weighed her options a moment thinking of any other possible person who could escort her home but she assumed that if Bishop suggested Angel that he already went through the options himself. “Okay, fine.”

“You know you really don’t have to walk me all the way to my door.” Dani told Angel as they climbed the steps to her apartment. She was annoyed enough that he had to follow her all the way home. She figured he would keep going as soon as she parked in front of the building but nope he pulled in behind her and here they were now.

“Yeah, well Bishop will have my ass if I don’t make sure you are inside safe and sound.” He said smugly. It was more for him than Bishop but it was a good enough excuse. Really he wanted to make sure that asshole from earlier wasn’t waiting there and he wanted to know exactly where she lived. “How’s Hope?”

“She’s good.” Dani smiled a little thinking of Hope. Hope still hadn’t completely warmed up to Dani but they were getting used to having each other. Dani had learned a lot about the young girl. She learned the things that Hope liked and disliked, she learned how to understand her more even though she still wouldn’t really talk, and she learned how to comfort her on those heartbreaking nights when Hope had nightmares.

She was getting used to having the little girl around. She was all in with her. Dani had never loved as deeply for another as she had Hope. That’s what made Reilly being around, having Hope’s parents alive so much scarier. If it was just her that would be one thing but now she had Hope. She couldn’t let anything happen to Hope.

“Are you okay?” Angel asked her again, noticing how her smile turned to a frown.

“I’m fine. It’s just been a day.”

Angel didn’t really care if he was prying. He had to confirm what Chucky had told him. “That guy today, is he Hope’s father?”

Dani was taken back a moment. She wanted to laugh at that but it wasn’t a bad assumption. Reilly was going to be around anyways. “Yeah, he’s the one.”

"What's he doing here? Is he giving you trouble about Hope?" Angel stopped behind Dani as they reached her apartment.

She turned around looking up at him. "A little, but he's harmless. Trust me I can handle him." It wasn't a complete lie. He was asking about Hope. "Now is this good enough or are you going to have to do a whole sweep of my apartment?"

"I mean it wouldn't hurt anything." Angel shrugged.

"I was being sarcastic.” Dani crossed her arms. Angel smirked, he loved when she did that. “I’ll see you tomorrow Reyes.”

“I’m not going anywhere until I see you get inside safely. Orders are orders.” Angel smirked. She was stubborn but so was he.

Daniella gave him a cheesy smile before turning back around and opening her door. Once inside she looked back at him and held her arms out. “See? I’m inside safely now so goodbye.”

Angel glanced back past Dani to Hope and a young girl on their couch watching a show. The girl looked over at them furrowing her eyebrows at him. She looked like she could be related to Dani. The two had matching attitudes and all. “Call if you need anything.” He said seriously. As much as he enjoyed flirting he was more concerned for Dani and Hope’s well being right now. “Someone will always be around if you need them.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, goodbye Angel.” Dani watched as he turned around and headed back down the stairs. She stepped out the door so she could see him leave completely.

Angel smirked, feeling her gaze on his back. He turned around the smirk still all over his face. “See ya tomorrow little mama.”

Fuck did he irritate her.

“Who was that?” Letty asked from behind Daniella startling her. “He’s hot.”

Dani turned around giving her a look. “He’s too old for you so don’t even think about it.”

“Does he have a brother?” Letty passed Hope to Daniella following her into the house, closing the door behind them.

“Also too old for you.” Dani rolled her eyes. “Look we’ll find you a boy. A boy your own age.” She stressed. Letty didn't need to be messing around with any older men.

“Do you like him?” Letty pried following Daniella into the kitchen. Her mind was stuck on the hottie with Dani. There was definitely something there and Letty wanted to know everything. Dani set Hope on the counter before going into the fridge pulling out the leftover take out they had from the night before. “Is there something going on there?” Letty smirked hopping onto the counter with Hope handing her the blue sippy cup full of orange juice.

“What? With Angel?” Daniella placed the food on the counter and pulled out a couple of forks. “No, absolutely not. There is nothing there. You’re crazy.”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?” Letty teased. “He obviously likes you and you’d be crazy to not find him attractive. You can at least fuck him. I bet he’d be really good in bed.” Letty opened one of the containers grabbing a fork to dig in.

Daniella glared back at Letty. “Would you please just shut the fuck up and eat your damn food?” Daniella picked Hope off the counter, settling her on her hip.

“Come on after so many years locked up with no dick you deserve a little something... or a big something.” Letty smirked thinking about Angel. “He’s definitely packing.”

“Oh my god Letty. Shut the fuck up.” Daniella laughed pushing Letty playfully.

“I’m just saying.” Letty hopped off the counter grabbing the food before walking after Dani towards the living room. “Would it really be so bad?”

“With Angel? Yes.” Daniella set Hope on a pillow in front of the coffee table. She then settled next to her dishing some of the food onto a plate for Hope. “That's exactly what a man like him wants. I can't give in."

"So you do want to fuck him?"

Dani glared at Letty. "I never said that."

"You haven't said you didn't want to either." Letty pointed out with a smirk. She leaned forward grabbing the remote as she ignored Dani's stare. She figured she'd drop it for now. "What do you want to watch?"

"Anything." Dani shrugged as she turned her attention to her food. It’s not like her mind would be all there to enjoy a show anyways. She smiled down at Hope as she watched her pick the carrots out of her food to eat.

"Okay." Turning on the TV Letty decided on Friends. She sat back enjoying the light show as she dug in herself. Anything was better than being at home. As long as Dani didn't mind her hanging around she would often stay a little longer after Dani got home. At least here she felt welcome and safe. With Dani she felt accepted. It was something Letty wanted to enjoy but also not get too comfortable in. For now though she wasn't going to worry about it.

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Hounded [1] 1. Pilot

Pairings: Bellamy x OC // Kane x daughter!OC

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: violence, series spoilers

Summary: After being locked away for eight months, Athena Kane alongside 99 other criminals is sent to the ground to find out if it's survivable. The ground was the dream, but who knew it would turn out to be a nightmare?

Author’s Note: Hii, this is the repost of my series Hounded! I’ve decided to have each chapter represent an episode. I just personally like the look of it way more and find it easier for me to follow along with while writing (and hopefully you find it easier to follow along while reading it). Please remember to note and reblog! It really helps me see interest and therefore update the story more often. Thank you! PS. If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters, please send me an ask with your @ and I will add you to my list!

previous chapter // series masterlist

The cement floor of my cell was cold against my legs, the sensation searing through the fabric of my jeans. I had sat here many times over the last few months, visualizing myself being blasted into space. It was a morbid thought, but one I could never seem to shake.

My cellmate Octavia let out a heavy sigh, pulling me from my thoughts. I examined her, lying across her cot on her stomach, her feet swaying back and forth in the air as she reread one of the few books she had for the hundredth time.

As I watched Octavia, an alarm began to sound within Skybox, causing Octavia to close her book and sit on the edge of her cot.

“What’s going on out there?”

I stood from my place on the ground, making my way over to our cell door. Peeking through the bars, I noticed guards piling in the main doors, opening cells and dragging people out of them.

“The guards, they’re removing people,” I spoke, my voice shaking.

Octavia stood up. “Moving people? Moving them where?”

I shrugged. “I have no idea.”

We both watched the guards remove more and more people before finally, two reached our cell. Octavia and I stepped back, allowing the guards to enter. The first guard to enter carried a case with him.

“Prisoners 395 and 530, stand facing the wall.” One of the guards said.

Octavia and I complied, as the other guard asked us to extend our dominant hands. Octavia extended her right arm, while I extended my left. The guards reached into the case, pulling out large metal wristbands and placing them around our wrists.

“What’s going on? Neither of us is eighteen yet.”

Eighteen. That was when we’d be up for reevaluation, the council deciding whether or not we’d be floated.

“No questions.” One of the guards responded, pulling me away from the wall. “Let’s go, both of you.”

Octavia and I exited our cell, the place we’d called home for nearly a year now, entering the chaos that was Skybox. There were long lines of teenagers, most younger than myself, on each side, on all levels. We followed the line all the way out of Skybox, into a long corridor.

“I want to speak with my father,” I said, turning to face the guard behind me. “Marcus Kane, he’s on the council.”

The guard stared at me, his face expressionless. “Keep moving.”

“No,” I spoke, a glare appearing across my face. “Where is my father?”

The guard pulled out his shock baton, extending it. “I said, keep moving.”

Not wanting to go through being shocked again, I took a deep breath, turning back around and continuing to follow the line. Eventually, the guards who had taken Octavia and I disappeared, more guards lining the path to wherever we were going.

The further I get down the line, I finally see it. One of the Ark’s guards were scanning identification cards before ushering them onto… a dropship?

A dropship.

“Holy shit,” I mumbled to myself. “They’re sending us to the ground.”

…

“Prisoners of The Ark, hear me now.” I listened on as Chancellor Jaha appeared on several screens within the dropship.

Octavia and I had been separated, sent to different levels of the dropship. Looking around, I didn’t recognize many faces, only a few from Earth Skills.

“You've been given a second chance, and as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us, indeed for mankind itself.” He continued. “We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would've sent others. Frankly, we're sending you because your crimes have made you expendable.”

The sound of booing filled the dropship.

“The drop site has been chosen carefully. Before the last war, Mount Weather was a military base built within a mountain. It was to be stocked with enough non-perishables to sustain three hundred people for up to two years. If you survive this mission, your crimes will be forgiven, your records wiped clean.”

Chancellor Jaha continued on, though I began to tune it out. All I could think about was my father. Did he know about this? He had to have known, him being one of the Chancellor’s closet allies on the Ark.

As the thought of my father’s involvement drifted from my mind, the dropship jolted, sending my head forward, then back against the seat with brutal force. The dropship continued to shake, as screams filled the air.

“What’s happening?” A girl called out.

I had the same question.

The shaking lasted several minutes before finally, the dropship crashed. Everyone remained silent, unsure if we’d actually landed. After a few moments, people began unbuckling themselves, rushing towards the dropship doors.

I was one of the last to unbuckle myself, wanting to avoid the rush. By the time I had arrived, nearly everyone within the dropship was surrounding the door. As I peeked through the crowd, I spotted Octavia standing by the door, next to a taller boy I’d never seen before.

“Where’s your wristband?” I knew that voice.

Octavia spun around to face someone out of my view. “Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in over a year.”

While sharing a cell with Octavia, she’d told me many stories about her brother Bellamy. I almost wouldn’t have believed she even had one, if she didn’t bring him up so often. It was sweet though. I’d always wished I could’ve had a sibling.

That was against the law on the Ark.

“No one has a brother,” someone spoke.

“That’s Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden under the floor!”

I watched as Octavia lunged forward, Bellamy grabbing her arm. “Octavia, no. Let’s give them something else to remember you by.”

By now, I’d pushed my way further through the crowd.

“Yeah?” Octavia asked, looking back at her brother. “Like what?”

Bellamy smirked. “Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years.”

With those words, Bellamy reached over and grabbed the dropship door’s handle, pulling it down. There was a faint bang before the door slowly began lowering, creating a platform that led to the ground.

It was beautiful, more so than I ever could’ve imagined. The ground was covered in grass, just like I’d seen in books on the Ark. Trees surrounded us, nearly covering the clear blue sky above us entirely.

I watched as Octavia slowly made her way down the platform, looking back at her brother. He gave her a reassuring nod, and Octavia in turn took a deep breath before jumping off of the platform, her feet colliding with the ground.

We all watched her as she looked around, silent for a few moments. Finally, Octavia threw her hands in the air.

“We’re back, bitches!”

Cheers erupted through the dropship, delinquents spilling out around Octavia and running through the forest surrounding us. I slowly made my way down the platform, bracing myself as if I expected to burst into flames the second I touched the ground.

Octavia looked back at me, smiling. “What are you waiting for?”

I jumped from the platform, my boots meeting the hard ground. “Oh my god… We’re really here.”

Octavia squealed, pulling me in for a hug. “No more tiny cells and uncomfortable beds for us.”

“Well, I imagine uncomfortable beds aren’t quite out of the picture yet.” I laughed.

“You’re probably right.” Octavia shrugged with a giggle.

Octavia rushed off to catch up with Bellamy, while I stood in place, taking everything in. As I looked around, my eyes fell upon the girl whose voice I recognized earlier; Clarke Griffin, my childhood best friend.

Clarke stood by the edge of a cliff, staring down at the map in her hands. A tall boy with medium-length brown hair stood next to her. Based on the look upon her face, I figured I should head over there.

“Clarke?”

Clarke turned around, her eyes widening. “Athena?”

I couldn’t help but smile. It had been a year since I’d spoken to Clarke, and she looked exactly the same today as she did then. I remembered hearing stories of Clarke being arrested, the reasons often varying, but I never actually thought those rumours were true.

“What’s with the map?” I finally asked.

Clarke took a deep breath. “Do you two see that peak over there?”

Both I and the boy nodded.

“Mount Weather,” Clarke said. “There’s a radiation-soaked forest between us and our next meal. They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.”

“Please tell me you’re joking?”

Clarke shook her head. “I wish I was.”

“We’ve got problems-” Wells Jaha, the son the Chancellor, spoke as he reached our little group. He stopped as his eyes landed on me. “Athena?”

I blinked, confusion setting over me. “Wells? What the hell did you do to get sent down here?”

“Don’t ask.” Wells shook his head, before continuing. “We’ve got problems. The communication system is dead. I went to the roof. A dozen panels are missing. Heat fried the wires.”

“Well, all that matters right now is getting to Mount Weather,” Clarke responded, marching closer to the dropship. She spread her map out on one of the wings. “See? This is us.” Clarke pointed to a spot on the map. “This is where we need to get to if we want to survive.” She moved her finger across the map.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Wells asked.

Clarke’s face turned pale as she looked away.

Wells sighed. “Your father.”

The two remained silent, as another boy with a pair of goggles strapped to his head approached. He leaned over Clarke’s shoulder, surveying the map.

“Cool, a map.” He spoke, looking Clarke up and down. “They got a bar in this town? I’ll buy you a beer.”

Wells lightly pushed the boy back. “Do you mind?”

“Woah.” The boy spoke, holding his hands up.

“Hey, hands off of him.” I turned to see a group of boys approaching. “He’s with us.” The rest of the delinquents were also gathered around us.

“Relax,” Wells spoke, stepping back. “We’re just trying to find out where we are.”

“We’re on the ground,” Bellamy spoke. “Is that not good enough for you?”

“We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my father’s message. That has to be our first priority.”

“Screw your father,” Octavia called out. “What, you think you’re in charge here? You and your little princess?” She was staring at Clarke.

Clarke shook her head. “Do you think we care who's in charge? We need to get to Mount Weather not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get and the harder it’ll be. How long do you think we'll last without those supplies? We're looking at a twenty-mile trek. So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave now.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” Bellamy responded. “You two go, find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change.”

Everyone around us cheered.

“You’re not listening, we all need to go!” Wells urged. “Athena?”

Before I could respond, another boy spoke. “Athena Kane? You’re Marcus Kane’s daughter!”

“Your father floated my mother!”

“And my father!”

“Mine too!”

I looked at Wells, narrowing my eyes.

Wells shook it off. “We have to go, now.”

“Look at this everybody,” A boy stepped forward. “The Chancellor of Earth.”

“You think that’s funny?” Wells asked.

“No,” The boy responded, kicking Wells in the leg and watching him fall to the ground. “But that sure was.”

Cheers erupted through the forest, people begging them to fight.

“Come on, Wells.” The boy egged him on.

Wells stood up, getting into a fighting stance. Before any swings could be thrown, the medium-length haired boy jumped from the top of the dropship, landing between them.

“The kids got one leg.” He spoke to the boy. “Why don’t you wait until it’s a fair fight?”

“Hey, spacewalker!” Octavia called out. “Rescue me next.”

People began to laugh, the crowd dispersing. Bellamy grabbed Octavia’s arm, pulling her away.

“Uh,” The boy spoke to Clarke. “So, Mount Weather? When do we leave?”

“Right now,” Clarke replied, looking at Wells. “Finn and I will be back tomorrow with food.”

“How are the two of you going to carry enough food for a hundred people?”

Finn looked around, grabbing goggles boy and another. “Four of us.”

“Sounds like a party!” Octavia had rejoined the group. “Count me in.”

“What are you doing?” Bellamy asked.

Octavia rolled her eyes. “Going for a walk.”

Clarke suddenly reached for Finn’s hand. “Were you trying to take this off?”

The wristband.

“Yeah, so?”

“Well, I don't know. Do you want the people you love to think you're dead? Do you want them to follow you down here in two months? Because they won't if they think we're dying.”

Finn nodded. “Okay.”

“Now, let’s go.”

“Wait,” I spoke up. “I’m coming with you.”

Clarke grabbed my hand, leading me away slightly. “I need you to stay here.”

“Why?”

“Wells can hardly walk and I need someone to help him keep an eye on things here. I know it’s been forever since we’ve talked, but I trust you a hell of a lot more than anyone else here.” Clarke spoke, her eyes shifting to Wells for a moment.

I smiled. “I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment.”

She smiled back. “You got this?”

I nodded. “Be safe.”

Clarke and I made our way back to the group. She grabbed a bag before looking at Wells, who sat on the ground leaning against the dropship. “You really shouldn’t have come here, Wells.”

With that, Clarke headed off into the forest alongside Finn, Octavia, and the two other boys I’d yet to meet.

I looked at Wells, frowning. “Let’s get you into the dropship so you can rest your foot in peace.”

…

A few hours later, I found myself returning to camp after going on a water run, my efforts having been futile. Just as I was about to reach the camp, I spotted Wells gathering sticks. He had also been searching for water the last I’d seen him.

“No luck?”

Wells looked up, startled. “No, you?”

I shook my head. “There’s gotta be water somewhere.”

“Just not anywhere near us,” Wells sighed. “Want to give me a hand with these?”

I picked up a pile of sticks, following Wells towards the dropship. We began dropping them in an already started pile when footsteps came up behind us.

“Find any water yet?” It was the same boy who had tried to fight Wells earlier. I recently learned his name was John Murphy. He stood beside another boy, also named John.

“No, not yet-” Wells paused, his face going pale before he quickly pulled himself back together. “I’m going back out if you want to come.”

I followed Wells’ gaze, spotting something carved into the dropship: first son, first to dye.

“You know, my father begged for mercy in the airlock chamber before your father floated him,” Murphy spoke, his eyes narrowed in on Wells.

Wells shook his head, pushing past the pair. “You spelt die wrong, geniuses.”

I attempted to follow Wells, though both boys blocked my way. “Where do you think you’re going? Don’t think we haven’t forgotten about what your father did.”

Shaking my head, I took a step back. “That was my father’s doing, not mine. The same goes for Wells. Feel free to take it up with them when they come down here though. I’ll be the last to stop you.”

Murphy looked me up and down for a moment before a smirk crept across his face. He didn’t say anything, simply stepping out of my way. I took it as an opportunity to join Wells, who still stood just a few paces behind them.

“We’re not safe here, Athena,” Wells whispered.

“No, we’re not,” I agreed. “There’s nothing you or I can do about it, not until Clarke and the others get back. We just have to lay low, watch each other’s backs, like the good old days.”

Wells smiled. “I’d give anything to go back there right now.”

I let out a small, shaking breath. “You and me both.”

…

Wells and I spent the rest of the afternoon searching for water, with no luck. As we came closer to the camp, I stopped. Noticing my absence from beside him, Wells also stopped, turning around to face me.

“Can I ask you something?” Wells nodded. “What happened with Clarke? I heard stories in lockup but never from anyone who had actually been there.”

Wells was quiet for a moment, kicking his feet around in the dirt. “Her father discovered a flaw in the Ark. That they’re running out of air. He wanted to go public with it.”

“But he didn’t?”

“Clarke found out and told me, and a few days later her father was arrested.”

My heart sank into my stomach. “You told your father, didn’t you?”

Wells shook his head. “It wasn’t me, but Clarke thinks it was.”

“So he was floated?” I was having a hard time processing all of this.

“Yeah,” Wells responded. “Clarke saw it happen, and then she was arrested too.”

I shook my head. “I had no idea…”

“That was kinda the point,” Wells mumbled.

I frowned. “You haven’t told Clarke it wasn’t you, have you?”

“I can’t tell her, Athena,” Wells said, not able to look me in the eye.

“Why not?”

Wells once again fell silent. “It was her mother.”

My eyes grew wide. “You’re sure?”

“It wasn’t me and I’m the only one Clarke told. Do you really think she’d expect her mother to turn her father in?” Wells asked. “I can’t tell her. It would break her, especially now.”

“So you let her hate you…”

Wells frowned. “Better than her hating her mother.”

I smiled softly. “You’re a really good friend, you know that?”

Before Wells could respond, the sound of screams filled the air. They were coming from the camp. Both of us looked at each other before hurrying our way back. By the time we arrived, there was a large crowd surrounding the campfire.

We both pushed our way through the crowd, spotting Murphy prying off a girl named Fox’s wristband. She winced as the wristband popped off, and Murphy tossed it into the fire.

“Who’s next?” Bellamy asked.

“What the hell are you doing?” Wells asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

Bellamy smirked. “We’re liberating ourselves. What does it look like?”

“It looks like you’re trying to kill us all.” I hissed.

“The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we got. Take them off, and the Ark will think we're dying, that it's not safe for them to follow.” Wells added.

“That’s the point, Chancellor,” Bellamy replied. “We can take care of ourselves, can’t we?”

Everyone around them cheered.

“Do you think this is a game? Those aren't just our friends and our parents up there. They're our farmers, our doctors, our engineers.” Wells shouted, looking around the crowd. “I don't care what he tells you. We won't survive here on our own, and besides, if it really is safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down?”

“My people are already down here,” Bellamy replied. “Those people locked my people up. Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child. Your father did that.”

Wells shook his head. “My father didn’t write the laws.”

“No, he enforced them, but not anymore, not here. Here there are no laws. Here, we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want. Now, you two don't have to like it. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me even. You know why?” Bellamy’s smirk only grew wider. “Whatever the hell we want.”

“Whatever the hell we want!” Murphy cheered.

Everyone began chanting around us, repeating those five words over and over again. I couldn’t believe it. How could they all be so stupid? So selfish? They were going to get all of us killed.

Suddenly, I felt a speck of water hit my bare arm. Then another, and another. Then, water began falling from the sky rapidly.

“It’s rain,” A girl called out. “Real rain!”

The cheering began once again, as I lifted my head to stare at the sky, letting the rain wash over my face. It was as if all of my previous worries washed away for a few moments.

“We need to collect this,” Wells spoke up, yanking me from my bliss.

Bellamy smiled. “Whatever the hell you want.”

next chapter

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kuratoki · 5 years ago

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Distance 06

Hi guys >< I finally had some time to proof read the latest parts which means, that I have a few parts queued up for the next few days :)

Work has taken 99% of my life once more and my hours are just getting longer and lately all I’ve been doing is work and sleep (and eat on the occasion) but I really want to get back into this so I might be a bit rusty but please bare with me!

Also thank you to all who’ve touched base, I am well as can be :) Now.. on with the story!

There wasn’t a day Jeno didn’t regret not making things official with you sooner. What he also didn’t expect was his soon to be ex best friend to act on his feelings towards you either. Now a whole continent away with a ten hour time difference, will the two of you survive the distance and all the obstacles that come with?

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Ballerina OC x Dancer Jeno

Words: 3506

Warnings: Cavity eating Fluff :x

~Tag List: @mikachu-28 @peachykrystal @jenoleeaesthetic

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“Hey guys, there's a mandatory NCT meeting at lunch today.” Jaemin called out to YangYang and Xiaojun after second period was over.

“Aren’t we supposed to meet after school today?” YangYang asked and Jaemin shrugged, showing them the text from Doyoung.

“I think it’s because they know Jeno’s going to leave the moment he gets out of his meeting or whatever.” Jaemin said, predicting his best friend’s next move, “Which is highly likely.”

“Wait so that was the Y/N and Renjun?” Xiaojun asked as Chenle approached the group.

“What? Y/N and Renjun are back?” he asked with wide eyes, “Where are they?”

“Probably the NCT Practice room?” Hana suggested, “They didn’t tell you?”

“They didn’t tell anyone.” Yeeun said coming up to the group with Yukhei. She looped her arm through Hana and asked, “What are you waiting for? We got to go before Jeno gets to her first.”

“Shit. You’re right.” Hana said and waved to the rest of the group, “We’ll see you guys there.” And the two were quick to run down the hallway knowing that Jenos patience would be thin.

Chenle and Jaemin looked at each other and contemplated their words, “Shit, they’re right.” they said simultaneously before taking off after the girls.

“If you want to meet Y/N, you guys better get going. There’s no telling how long she’ll be here for.” Yukhei advised chuckling at how well the group knew each other, “Let’s go.”

Upon entering the practice room, it was utter chaos. From the transfer students eyes at least.

Taeyong, Doyoung, Johnny, Yuta, Sicheng and even Haechan had both you and Renjun in vice grips and they were sure Taeyong and Johnny were actually crying.

Tzuyu watched the scene with wide eyes, how could you have such an impact on so many people? Even though five of them were currently smothering you and Renjun, it was obvious the other members of the club were waiting for their turn. Feeling a presence behind her, she turned to see Jeno watching the scene with a soft smile. A look she rarely got to see. At the same time, the soft look turned hard.

“Okay guys, I think they need to breath.” he called out, walking towards the crowd.

“Oh shit, it’s Jeno.” Haechan joked, clinging to you harder, “Y/N protect me.”

“I think clinging to her is only going to be worse.” Jaemin commented and he was right. Jeno put his hand on Haechans shoulder and soon, the boy was cringing and sinking to the floor in pain, “I told you…”

“Jeno, you’re literally going to take her from us once this meeting is over. Let us have our time.” Doyoung said and you giggled as Jeno backed down like a puppy who’d just been reprimanded by their owner. Only Doyoung had this power.

“Okay, since Jeno won’t be here after school.” Taeyong started once everyone had said their hellos and welcome backs to you and Renjun, “There are some changes that are happening to the club.” he then motioned to the blonde who was standing next to Soonyoung since Yeeun and Hana had you nestled between the two, “Jeno?”

Everyone’s attention was on him, anticipating what he was going to say.

“Uh...where do I start?” he asked, suddenly nervous, making most of you crack up. He looked at you where you were currently sitting between Hana and Yeeun, giving him a big thumbs up.

“How about the beginning?” Haechan called and Jeno glared.

“Hey, Haechan, remember the bowl of frosting I almost threw at you?” he warned and Haechan stuck his tongue out at him, “Anyways, I guess the easiest way to put it is that I’m dropping out of the club.”

“Wait what?!” various gasps were heard around the room as the three leaders at the front nodded their heads in understanding. They had known about this for ages.

“You can’t leave!” Mark called out, “You’re the strongest junior we have and Jisung isn’t even here.”

“I think it’s a cool opportunity.” Ten commented, “It’s not like they’re gone forever. He’ll still be around school cause of the other classes he has to attend until he really has to leave and everyone will be back next school year.”

“I heard the training for the program was intense.” Doyoung added, making you and Renjun roll your eyes.

“Tell me about it.” you both muttered.

“Plus you guys can survive a semester without me. You and Jaemin are gonna take over as reps anyways.” he said offhandedly catching the two off guard.

“Excuse us?” Jaemin asked looking at his best friend with wide eyes, “You can’t be serious.”

“Do you not want it?” Jeno asked with a grin knowing his best friend wasn’t that stupid.

“No but I-” Jaemin was at loss for words as he stood up and jumped on Jeno.

“I think he’s crying.” Jaehyun commented as Jeno just rolled his eyes as he patted Jaemins back, “Jeno nominated you guys because Mark was last years rep and he thinks Jaemin has what it takes. The leadership team agreed and that’s how it was decided. So are you guys taking it?”

“Of course!” They both said simultaneously and Taeyong clapped his hands.

“Well I guess thats it, meeting adjourned.” he said, “Those who are participating in next weeks performance are the only ones that have to show up today after school. Everyone else has the day off.”

People started to disperse and soon all that was left was your group of friends, including Sicheng, Yuta and the transfers and introductions were made.

You could feel the disdain coming from Tzuyu as Chenle made the proper introductions and you were sure the girls had picked up on it too. You were sure everyone could feel it but in an attempt to break the ice Xiaojun spoke up.

“So you’re the infamous Y/N and Renjun that everyone talks about.”

“Infamous?” you asked as you and Renjun shared a look before looking at your group of friends.

“We missed you okay.” Jaemin said as he was still clinging to Jeno and being the good friend he was, let him.

“It’s literally been a month.” Renjun said rolling his eyes, “Plus we’re going to be here for the next two weeks.’

“Then you guys are gone again till the summer.” Chenle said with a frown.

“Don’t remind us.” You and Renjun said at the same time as Soonyoung laughed knowing the real work was coming after the performance.

“What’s our plan?” he asked and everyone looked at one another.

“Lunch?” YangYang suggested, “It’d be great to get to know the two of you.”

Tzuyu tensed at the suggestion, she was already uncomfortable being in the same room with you. From the time you walked into their first period classroom, she could already see the change in Jeno. He held this look in his eyes that she didn’t know could exist and when seeing him pick you up and hold you so close was painful. She had no idea that someone like Jeno could have those emotions. He’d been so cold and mysterious lately and that was his main point of attraction but now, she wanted him to look at her with the same eyes.

“I’m down.” Soonyoung said and looked between you and Jeno, “I assume that we’ll see you sometime before the first audition?”

“You’re not joining us?” Xiaojun asked with a frown, he also saw the looks that Jeno kept giving you and he wanted to see the two of you interact in person.

“I’m dowfmfml” you started but was quickly muffle by Jeno’s hand as he came to stand behind you when he pushed Jaemin off of him, making you glare.

“How about we grab dinner tomorrow night? There’s a place that Soonyoung knows about in the city and we can hang out at our place after?” he suggested and glared down at you when you licked his hand but he still held tight.

“Sure that works.” Jaemin said quickly winking at his best friend, now fully recovered.

“Then that’s settled.” he looked down at you and removed his hand, “Shall we get going? I have a surprise.”

“What surprise could you have possibly come up with in the last three hours?” you asked suspiciously and the blonde boy gave you an innocent smile.

“Something I’ve been planning for a while” Jeno said simply and you swore you heard Hana and Yeeun let out a small squeak, “We’ll see you guys tomorrow night.”

“I guess I have no choice.” you said giving the group an apologetic smile though most of them didn’t mind, “There’s no stopping him when he’s dead set on something. It was nice meeting you all.” you said with a wave as Jeno grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room. “See you tomorrow!!” you called.

Soonyoung and Renjun laughed and Jaemin looked like a proud father while the girls giggled to each other.

“You don’t think he’s…” Yeeun whispered to Hana and the girl only nodded her head and the two burst into giggles gaining looks from everyone.

“What is wrong with you two?” Renjun asked and Yeeun gave him a knowing smile. They were surprised the guys didn’t pick up on it but Jaemin looked at Hana and winked. They knew.

Jeno had said ‘Our Place’

“You’re going to break my arm off.” you said as you tried to match the pace of the puppy with much longer legs who was currently dragging you through the school, “Slow down, I just got off a twelve hour flight.” you whined and Jeno slowed his pace, pulling you to his side as he led you to his car. He was glad he decided to drive to school today instead of his usual walk, it was like fate had it planned.

“And you didn’t have the audacity to tell me you were coming.” he said, opening the door for you, shutting it once you slid inside and walked to his side, “I could’ve met you at the airport.”

“I actually forgot we were coming until I was on the plane.” you admitted looking down, “I’ve been kind of distracted.”

Jeno hummed at the tone of your voice, knowing exactly what you were talking about, “Have you talked to him since….?” he asked casually as he backed out of the space and you shook your head.

“I think Chan took away his phone and training camp is taking up most of his time anyways.” you explained playing with your hands in your lap, “I was more worried about you honestly…”

As he pulled onto the highway, Jeno reached over to grasp your hand and brought it up to his lips before placing your intertwined hands back on your lap where he proceeded to play with your fingers.

“And I told you when you called me, I’m not mad at you.” he said in a neutral tone, “Jisung was in the wrong and you did right by telling me. I would’ve been more upset with you if I had heard it from someone else.”

‘Plus I could never be mad at you like that even if you did kiss him back’ he thought to himself as he felt you squeeze his hand.

“It felt wrong...I mean he was supposed to be my best friend and he always supported me…I never thought…” you muttered, your voice laced with disbelief.

“And that’s why you trusted him...he did a stupid thing that jeapordized your friendship. What matters now is that you know that we’re okay...okay?” he asked, squeezing your hand, “We can deal with Jisung later...right now, I have something I want to show you.”

Looking out the window you were suddenly confused, “This isn’t the way to our houses.”

“We’re skipping that and going straight to Gangnam.” Jeno explained and looked at you from the corner of his eyes all the while still being aware of the road, “Do you trust me?” he asked and chuckled when he saw your blush.

“Always.” you whispered and you felt him squeeze your hand.

“Then trust me when I say that you’ll like this surprise.” he said and smiled when he felt you playing with the ring on his middle finger, “Take a nap. You must be tired from your flight. I’ll wake you up when we get there.”

“Okay.” you said leaning your head against the window as Jeno let go of your hand briefly to turn on some classical pieces he knew you liked before intertwining your fingers once more.

When you woke up, Jeno was just pulling into the garage of the apartment.

“Good nap?” he asked as you stretched your arms, letting out a small yawn.

“Mhm.” you said and looked at him with a small smile, “Ready to go?”

“Not yet.” he said before leaning over and touching his lips to yours catching you completely off guard, pulling back just as quickly, “Okay, lets go.” he said getting out of the car just as quickly, going to your side to open the door.

“What is up with you today?” you asked, giving him an odd look, swinging your joined hands as you walked to the elevator.

“I haven’t seen you since winter break and my ex best friend made a move on my girlf-” Jeno cleared his throat, “made a move on my best friend” he said, taking a blind fold out from his pocket, “More about that later though. I need you to wear this before we get upstairs. It’s for the surprise.”

“Are you sure it’s not some weird kink you have?” you asked as you reluctantly let the taller male put on the blind fold, “And you won’t make me walk into some wall will you?”

“Do you have that little faith in me?” Jeno asked, offended and you scoffed.

“Hawaii, we were nine and we snuck out of our rooms to get a snack using only the light of your gameboy. You walked me into the side of the refrigerator.” you said in a monotone.

“You promised you’d forget about that!” Jeno said with a whine, poking your side and you tried to hit him but only managed to get air. You heard Jeno chuckle as he whispered in the opposite ear, “Missed me.”

“Just wait till I get this blind fold off…” you grumbled, crossing your arms and felt arms wrap around you from behind.

“What are you gonna do? Kick me with your tiny ballerina legs?” he asked, teasing as he led you out of the elevator and once you knew you were in the apartment, you kicked backwards into his shin, causing Jeno to yelp in pain.

“These tiny ballerina legs have to go through an hour of conditioning everyday. Just cause I’m small doesn’t mean I’m not strong.” you shot, “Can I take my blindfold off now?”

“Not yet.” Jeno said, still rubbing his shin, “Cause depending how you feel, this surprise might actually piss you off. But the girls said you’d love it so I’m going to go with their gut instead of mine.” he rambled, “Now if you want to hit me, please just stay away from my legs and my face.” he let out a big breath.

“Now you’re starting to worry me...Are you sure I want to see this?” you asked, trying to feel for the other person in the room and felt him take your hand, leading you further into the apartment.

“As long as you can keep your anger to a minimum…” he mumbled and you let out a sigh.

“I promise I won’t be mad.” you said as he sat you down and you feel him sit next to you on the couch, “Unless its something idiotically chaotic then we’ll have to see.”

“Eh, you can take off your blind fold now.” he said leaning back.

“Finally.” you said and lifted the scarf from your head, squinting your eyes as they readjusted to the light. The first thing you saw was a bouquet of fresh flowers and you were so confused as to how it got there. There was no way that he could’ve gone out during the short period of time you’d been there to get something like this. Looking at the boy in question, you were met by his, I did a thing smirk.

“You didn’t think the meeting with the head master took a whole two hours did you?” he asked laughing, “I was literally signing papers to take the time off I need from school and talking about how my credits will be handled with the online academy.”

“You sneaky little-” you started but was automatically cut off by Jeno.

“That wasn’t the surprise though, just the bonus. Look around.” he said as you finally got a good look at the apartment. There were more pictures in certain areas and you noted familiar nick knacks on some shelves but the biggest change was the feel of the once bachelor pad.

“What did you do to this place?” you asked, looking around in awe.

“Made it home.” he said simply and hesitantly added. “Our home.”

Your head whipped around so fast you were sure you had whiplash. “Our home?” you asked, “What do you mean?”

“Remember when we were younger and we always talked about moving to the city once we were done with school? I’d have this place and you’d have your own somewhere nearby?” he asked as you turned to properly face him and nodded. “After you left, I came here a lot to reminisce about the old times without being bothered. No one but you knew about this place. I guess after I learned to drive I came here so much my parents decided to just give the place to me instead of having me ask for the key all the time.” he started and scratched the back of his head nervously, “I got drunk one night, alone...and I guess I just missed you so much that I started seeing a life with you here. It’s stupid, I know but I was seventeen and heart broken. I needed that little piece of mind, even if it was just for a moment.” he smiled remembering how he envisioned his life back then. There was a reason Jaemin called him grandpa so much. “After everything that happened with Xander’s passing, I got my wish. I got to see what it was like waking up to you in the morning. What it was like walking out to you reading a book on this couch, having breakfast together. All of that and it felt so natural, like I found my soulmate.”

Your eyes widened at his confession as Jeno struggled with his next words.

“I want this place to be as much yours as it is mine.” he said taking your hands into his, “If you ever need a break, I want you to know that you can come here without asking.”

“Why?” you asked.

“Because if you’re ever upset and you need to run away, I want to be able to find you.” he answered giving you a soft smile, “I’m not going to lie and say I don’t see my future here with you either.”

“But aren’t you technically asking me to move in with you?” you questioned again making Jeno flustered, “This is your place after all.”

“W-well I mean…it won’t be till we’re done at SMAA…and it won’t have to be right away..” Jeno started backtracking making you giggle as you leaned up to press your lips against his and he was quick to respond before you pulled away, finally looking at the place.

There were more feminine touches around the apartment for sure and you had a feeling the girls had a role in that as Hana knew what your style was but there was a good mix of Jeno in there too. There were photos from your travels and holidays, photos of your friends, you and Renjun and the guys, it seemed like every polaroid you had taken was on what was dubbed the memory wall.

“This is really nice…” you said softly, “Feels like home.”

“Our home?” Jeno asked, hope clear in his voice.

Turning back to face him, you gave him a playful smirk and shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe one day. Guess you gotta play your cards right, Lee.” you said with a slight giggle and felt yourself being pulled back against a rock hard chest. Turning your head you met the eyes of your childhood friend, first love...only love? You loved it when he wore his glasses because it made him look so much more mature then he really was. Cupping his jaw with your hand, you ran your thumb along his cheek, leaning up as his lips met you halfway as you once again got lost in each other.

The same thought ringing through your minds.

‘One day.”

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sincerelyrf · 6 years ago

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i have this whole theory that klaus is one of the only (living) hargreeves kids who actually made an attempt to process the abuse that good old reggie put them through as children, and a LOT of it comes from the fact he’s been in rehab multiple times. klaus talks like he’s been through some pretty intense therapy that’s actually made a difference to him, and IN THIS ESSAY I WILL PROVE IT (or uh, try to) so buckle up kids cause it’s gonna be a long one

(continued below because when i say essay i mean essay)

stay with me here for a bit: klaus seems to be the only one of the siblings who actively and regularly acknowledges how much of an abusive prick their father was. think about how everyone reacts when it comes to him:

luther spent the most time with their father, was so close to him that he never got the space and time to realise just how much of a monster he truly was. it also means luther inherited a lot of their father’s traits (i’m just saying, the dude found out that he had been lied to maybe two days before everything happened with vanya and allison, of course he’s going to react the way he does when pogo tells him all about how dangerous vanya’s powers are. no one else’s opinion ever mattered before, he’s not gonna learn how to listen first in two goddamn days) and ONLY JUST started to understand that their father was a fucking monster

diego is just angry. angry at the way their father treated him (and i think it’s mostly about him, and maybe grace), angry that he was never good enough to be number one, that he could never curry the same favour with him like luther could, that he was made to feel weak all his life. why do you think he still goes out and fights crime? sure, it’s all he’s ever known, but i wouldn’t be surprised if a part of him was still trying to prove to dear old dad that he was fast enough, brave enough, strong enough to save lives (”saving lives, baby”) or yknow, fuck it, the world??

allison deferred any resentment she felt and got validation through stardom. she filled every hole she had with whatever she felt like she wanted because she knew she could get it. i dunno if allison’s actually processed what reginald put her through, because really we don’t know much about how he taught her, but we know what it made her become, and it took losing her husband and her daughter to make her realise just how terrible she’s been her whole life. interestingly, it doesn’t seem like she ever blames reginald for this, only herself, and is trying to be better because of that. perhaps allison doesn’t realise just how much of an influence he had on making her who she is?

five is interesting. he had the least amount of time with dad as That Fateful Day took place when he was thirteen, but at that point the seeds of distrust had already been sewn. would five have tried to jump to the future so prematurely if his father hadn’t basically goaded him? daddy hargreeves pretty obviously bolstered five’s ego (”hey five cheated!” “he adapted!”) but had no idea how to reign him in, humble him so that he’d WANT to learn more. reginald was all about power and control. he LOVED pushing the kids to get them to be as powerful as they could be, but it had to happen at HIS pace. five probably never considered how much fucking up his father did in just that period of time, because most of his goddamn trauma came from finding his siblings dead in the wreckage of his home in the midst of the goddamn apocalypse, and then proceeded to LIVE THERE on his own for forty five goddamn years. of course he doesn’t think it matters (”who cares if dad messed us up?” uh, i do five, i do), with him there’s always been something else far more important to care about, but he never got the chance to grow the hell up and understand his emotions. five may technically be 58 but his physical body better represents his emotional age, lbr.

(i’m not actually gonna talk about ben here because i think he’s probably the most emotionally mature out of all of them and i’m 99% sure that’s because he’s been dead for like a decade)

and vanya. vanya literally in the second episode says “i used to see someone” (which is such a loaded line like, “used to”, why not anymore? for how long did she see this mythical therapist?) but if anything’s true about vanya it’s that she never processed the trauma, she just shut down. she never got over the way her father isolated her from everyone (which, as we all know, had WAAAY more layers than we ever could have seen coming from the first few episodes), never got over the fact she was always the outsider from her siblings. she has no relationships, doesn’t push herself or strive for anything because she doesn’t think she’s worth it. it takes one guy with a couple well placed lines to get her to fall in love because that’s all she ever wanted. and even though allison (god BLESS her heart) tries so fucking hard to get through to her, there’s too many years worth of eyerolls, dismissive glances, and “go away vanya”s for her to really start to trust her. if vanya had legitimately taken the time to understand her trauma properly, i feel like she would also have been able to understand that daddy dearest fucked the rest of them up in equal measure.

all of that leads me onto my main point: klaus. the thing that really stood out for me whenever klaus talked about their father was how he always held him accountable for all the bullshit that he put not just klaus, but ALL of them through (”he was always in here, planning his next torment”). sure, there’s hatred there, and anger just like diego, but klaus talks about the abuse with an element of compassion for himself and his siblings that his siblings do not seem to have. he’s the only one who actively refers to him as a monster (”thank christ he’s not our real father so we couldn’t inherit those cold, dead eyes!!”), and actually seems to want to hold him accountable. i turn you toward the beautiful scene in the day that was when he talks to daddy hargreeves as an example:

klaus starts the conversation pretty irreverent “i was beside myself with grief!” at which point reginald calls him out, “you were poisoning yourself” (the only thing reggie gets any points for in this conversation is seeming vaguely sad that klaus is an addict, but even then... it’s his fault... soooooo)

klaus comes to play at this point. “oh right, well, yeah, you had nothing to do with it. locking me in a mausoleum with corpses when i was 13? no, you’re right, it’s irrelevant.” i’m gonna come back to this, because it’s a big part of the inspiration for this post.

reggie spends a lot of the rest of this conversation defending himself. “you children like to blame everything on me”, to which klaus immediately replies, “well, you were a sadistic prick, not to mention the world’s worst father”

at every opportunity he calls his father out on his behaviour. reggie starts goading him for being afraid of his power (which, yknow, screw you reggie) and klaus immediately rebuttals with “y’know i suggest you get down off your high horse there, dear papa. you never had our best interests at heart, look at your precious number one. luther found all the unopened letters he’d sent you. he knows that you sent him up to the moon for nothing.” i love this line, because not only do we see that klaus has this deep understanding of how his father screwed him up, he’s outright calling dear old papa out for the shit he pulled on his siblings too.

reggie pauses here, and for a moment seems legitimately remorseful (which, if you watch the scene, completely catches klaus of guard. god, i love robert sheehan he plays this whole thing to perfection), saying “yes, that was foolish of me”, before continuing, “i should have burned it all.”

at which point klaus laughs. “that’s your takeaway?” he says, somehow still astounded that his father could surprise him with how little he cared after all this time. “oh wow, yeah of course it is.”

also please note that reginald gets much more forceful with moving klaus’ head around in order to shave the other side of his face at this point which i could write a whole other post about but that’s for another day because this essay is already too goddamn long

anyway, astonishingly reginald at this point asks “is he okay?” to which klaus rightly responds, “do you care?”, which first of all, stab me in the heart right now, but also speaks to something true in all of them: they all wanted their father to love them, and klaus is actively trying to find SOMETHING to redeem him by, something that would stop him being such a monster in his mind. well, maybe not redeem, but understand.

reggie pulls his usual excuse “it was to prepare you, all of you, for something bigger than yourselves” (which is a HUGE LINE BY THE WAY OH MY GOD) “you never understood that” (yh uhhh whose fault is that dingbat)

klaus takes control of the shave at this point, grabbing his father’s hand as a tear slips down his face (seriously you guys, the power play in this scene it’s fucking masterful and also it’s legitimately making me cry thinking about it) and manages to choke out, “we were just kids. little kids”.

i really think klaus is desperately trying to get his father to admit he should have been better to them. he really has nothing to lose at this point, he’s just looking for closure. and in a way he gets it, but not the way he wants as reginald replies “you were never just kids. you were meant to save the world.”

(i think that might be the first moment in his whole life that klaus truly understands his father)

what’s my point? imagine any of the other siblings in this scene. imagine luther in this scene. how quickly do you think reginald would have been able to shut down any of luther’s questions? diego would have just tried to fight him; no way he ever would have listened to anything he had to say. i can’t even imagine how allison would have talked to him. five wouldn’t give two shits about getting to know their father again, he’d just want answers. and vanya? actually yknow what him talking to vanya could be very interesting but i digress.

i honestly believe klaus is the only one who had the emotional maturity to be able to navigate talking to their father, the only one who could call him out on his shitty ass behaviour but still come better to understanding him on a truly compassionate level. he cries when he realises his father killed himself so they’d all get back together. would any of the rest of them manage to move past their feelings of hatred for papa hargreeves and actually understand - not only understand, but empathise - with him while still maintaining that they deserved better?

i really believe that comes straight from all the years in and out of rehab. sure, rehab didn’t actually help klaus get clean - i don’t know what rehab or therapy could help you deal with dead people constantly demanding your attention all the time - but my understanding (and this is where i am happy to be corrected as i have no personal experience with this at all) is that a big part of rehab is therapy. heck, in the flashback scenes when we see when all the siblings are reading vanya’s book, he’s literally sitting in group therapy. klaus has WAAAY more practice in actually talking about his feelings and i don’t care how resistant to it he might have been, you go in and out of those spaces for long enough, something will stick. (nb: as i’m writing this, yknow who he reminds me of? gary king. if you haven’t seen the world’s end, please watch it, i think you’ll understand what i mean.)

this is not to say klaus is in any way perfect. he’s still as flawed and fucked up as the rest of them, but in terms of actually understanding his trauma? he’s strides ahead of the rest of them.

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lost-kinn · 6 years ago

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fun facts from the wanderer’s journal

- geo is “fossilized bug shells,” (pg 11) with different shells denoting 1 geo, a different shell for 5 geo, and another shell for 10 geo. ellina writes that “even the toll machines accept [the geo shells],” (11) meaning that the pale worm can build a better vending machine than whichever human clown built the piece of shit vending machine outside my office

- chests are cash stashes made by wealthier bugs when hallownest was in its prime, which apparently explains why there’s chests attached to walls and in the middle of a mechanical crushing machine in crystal peak

- about geo deposits: “geo is a naturally-occuring fossil throughout the caverns of hallownest,” (11) which makes me wish that human money could also be found cemented to the sidewalk

- ellina writes that “applying and removing charms is a bit of a tricky process,” 12) and that “a single ill-fitting charm is said to place the wearer’s safety in danger” with such seriousness that i presume that taking charms on and off while walking is ill-advised in the same way that it’s ill-advised not to perform open heart surgery on oneself while walking

- longnail “expands its wearer’s aura,” (13) rather than physically increasing the size of the nail, which sounds a bit like fighting with nails are 50% physical metal and 50% naruto ninja chakra

- ellina refers to hallownest as “hostile bug-infested lands” (15) as if she herself and basically everyone else in the cast are not also bugs

- benches are wide enough to seat two people and taking up the whole bench is considered “rude” (14), which explains why the player knight felt the need to murder the Crystal Guardian for manspreading on public seating

- a lot of forgotten crossroads public infrastructure and carts are confirmed to be made of “shells” (18), which i presume are not sea shells. ellina is also rather perturbed by how many shells are in the shaman’s burial mound (22), double confirming that a lot of hallownest is made of corpses. reduce reuse recycle, apparently

- ellina speculates that the husk statues lining the crossroads might be fossilized husks, which is such an oddly specific detail that it makes me think she’s onto something

- whispering roots can apparently induce “bewildering, vivid dreams” (23) if you sleep under it, which i know is supposed to be a reference to the radiance but also. yknow. blaze it

- salubra confirmed to use she/her pronouns in the event anyone was wondering (24)

- husk guards apparently cause shockwaves just by slamming their dummy thicc asses on the ground hard enough to kill you (28)

- there is still no explanation as to why massive moss charger is in godhome

- ellina writes “the pale king apparently took great interest in civil engineering” (57) at which point i lost my SHIT for ten minutes straight because the fact that they even have the phrase “civil engineering” implies that they have enough types of engineering to specify “civil,” and also that there’s enough bugs going to civil engineering school for that to even be a term?? is there a bug SAT to get to engineering school?? do yall have to take bug calculus to qualify?? yall have bug higher education???? do bugs stay up at night worrying about whether their bugs letters of recommendation will land them their bug nine-to-five engineering job in a bug cubicle??????

- the old stag is specified to have “strong legs” (58) which personally kills me specifically, a person who is co-writing a fanfic called “stag beetles and broken legs” based off a central metaphor in which stag beetles have fragile legs

- the mantises apparently pre-date hallownest, and outlived hallownest too (60)

- relic seeker lemm offered to buy ellina’s wanderer’s journal for 200 geo to her face without even waiting for her to die, which is like the real-life equivalent of paying someone 200 bucks to read their diary while they’re still alive and also right in front of you

- watcher knights are confirmed to be corpse-shells reanimated by infected flies, which makes me feel some type of way about getting my ass kicked for four hours straight by a bunch of flies

- ellina writes that “the web-walking critteres [denizens of deepnest] seem to have little trouble traversing [the holes in deepnest’s path],” which implies to me that their method of public infrastructure was “git gud”

- confirmed that only the elite of the elite could ride on the tram due to needing a pass from the king himself, which feels like a segregation of public transportation i’ve seen before

- a specimen called “little weaver” is shown to be wearing a red cloak like hornet (91)

- ogrim confirmed to train by throwing balls of dung around all by his damn lonely self and apparently still manage to have a good time (99)

- pg 136 pretty clearly specifies that the teacher’s archives were specifically meant to house, preserve, and record all of monomon’s knowledge, not spread that knowledge or even have that knowledge be used, which is a fun characterization of monomon that i’m just going to ignore

- ellina writes that the hinged platforms in the queen’s gardens “come in handy for gradual descents” as if she doesn’t know damn well that those sons of bitches are the second hardest platforming challenge in the game

- ellina infers from the size of gorb’s head that “it must have been a genius” (149) further proving that ellina is a 100% reliable narrator whose speculations are always correct

- ellina implies that since there’s eggshells found in the depths of the abyss, it’s not so much that the pale king hatched his child-vessels on the ground level and threw the unsatisfactory vessels into the abyss, but that they were all born in the abyss, like a giant breeding petri dish, and the pale king only saw fit to bring the “pure vessel” out of the abyss. this might only be ellina’s inference, but that does explain why the player knight’s egg is in the abyss and the player knight had to crawl their way out.

- ellina writes on page 158 that the void liquid “seems to have a mind of its own, and lashes out at intruders, either to push them away or to pull them under,” confirming once and for all that the void is, at its heart, a tsundere

- although the journal never uses they/them pronouns for any character, there’s several characters that are only referred to as it/its. in some cases, this seems like a clear denotation that they’re considered “sub-human” (for lack of a better phrase) such as the baldur (32) or infected husks. some characters that you’d think would have a gender are referred to with it/its, such as gruz mother (33) and flukemarm (101). other characters are referred to with it/its even though they don’t typically classify as “mindless bugs,” such as steel soul jinn (9), the hunter (41), soul warrior (75), crystal guardian (83). every character with a he/him pronoun or she/her pronoun from the game obviously retains these pronouns, even in cases where the gender wasn’t well-identified in the base game (e.g. willoh, she/her pronouns, page 57; soul master, he/him pronouns, pg 75).

10/10. beautiful. wonderful. excellent work

#hollow knight #talk #lore

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need-a-fugue · 5 years ago

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We Grow Together (15)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Tessa Sullivan (OFC)

Chapter Summary: It’s Christmas! And that means snowball fights, hot cocoa with bourbon, and weird adult sleepovers. And gifts!

Summary: Relationships can be tough, especially when one person is a recovering-from-being-brainwashed-and-tortured former assassin and the other is an overworked mutant scientist. But hey, every couple has their struggles. Right?

The morning started slow, as all hungover mornings do. Sure, Bucky couldn’t really get drunk anymore, but he could still wake up with a god-awful taste in his mouth from too much bourbon mixed with one too many Cuban cigars – thank you Maria Hill for those little beasts. And after being pelted with snowballs that were more ice than snow, and falling asleep on the hardwood floor with his head propped at a weird angle against the couch and his legs folded up underneath him to make room for Steve’s sprawled out body, well, even the super soldier was feeling almost all of his 99 years.

Steve, on the other hand, woke after about three hours feeling totally refreshed and looking 100%, despite getting nailed repeatedly in the face by rock-hard ice balls the night before.

“What the hell are you doing?” Bucky asks his friend as he exhaustedly stumbles into the kitchen.

Steve turns around, spatula in hand, and points to the nearly full coffee pot. “I’m making you guys breakfast.”

The popping of the bacon was actually what had woken him, but the smell of it now, mixed with the smell of his breath, almost makes him gag. Steve takes one look at his face and bursts out laughing. “Knock it off,” Bucky mumbles at him.

“Guess you didn’t get enough of the serum all those years ago,” Steve says with a lilt as he turns back to the stove. “Shame really. It keeps you young.” He picks up his coffee cup and turns back to Bucky with a smirk. “And you look… very, very old right now.”

A metal middle finger is flipped up into the air as Bucky turns to head for the ensuite bathroom so he can brush his teeth. As soon as he enters the bedroom, he hears the faint snores that tell him the girls are still asleep. He looks over at the bed and sees Wanda passed out on what’s typically his side, a pillow over her head. Natasha is draped almost majestically over the foot of the bed, her face so peacefully relaxed that he almost doesn’t recognize her. And then there’s Tessa, who’s halfway off her side already, one arm dangling off the bed as her hip lingers precariously on the edge. He goes over and tucks her arm up underneath her. And when she doesn’t so much as stir, he gives her a little shove to move her lower body closer to the center of the bed.

“Such a gentleman,” Natasha mumbles into the comforter.

He doesn’t even respond, just continues on to the bathroom to find a toothbrush.

A couple hours later they’re all sitting in the living room, working on the third pot of coffee. Everyone except Wanda, who’s still sprawled out in their bed. Steve had set a glass of water on the nightstand for her, and Tessa had moved a small waste basket by her side just in case. “And she’s the youngest of us all,” she’d murmured with a disappointed shake of the head as she closed the door to the bedroom. But if they were worried about disturbing her as they ate and talked in the other room, they needn’t be.

“Maybe we should go check on her,” Steve suggests after a particularly loud bout of laughter – which doesn’t seem to make the young woman stir – dies down.

Tessa waves him off. “She’s fine. Just let her sleep.”

Nat starts to rise at that. “Actually,” she says, setting down her mug, “we should probably let her sleep in her own bed and let you two get to your private Christmas morning.” She winks at Tessa and offers Steve a hand to help haul him off the couch.

Tessa takes another sip of coffee before letting out an, “Ugh. It’s too early for that.”

“Too early for what?” Bucky asks, cocking his head curiously to the side.

She wiggles her eyebrows at him over the lip of her mug, but says nothing.

“You guys,” Steve starts, “this was really, really great.” He smiles down at his friends, a warm, sweet, genuine smile that reminds Bucky of the little kid he used to pal around with. “Really.”

“Really?” Bucky smirks sarcastically.

“I’m serious. The snowball fight, the hot chocolate – ”

“The weird adult sleepover,” Natasha interjects.

“Steve stayed over at our place for Christmas all the time,” Bucky says with a smile.

“You remember that?” Steve asks, a sort of wonder filling his voice. Bucky had been remembering so much of his former life over the last year that he didn’t always notice anymore when a long buried memory floated to the surface.

“Yeah. Your ma would pick up extra shifts around the holidays to get time and a half.”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes out, bright blue eyes holding Bucky’s gaze. “Yeah, she did.”

“Out of curiosity,” Natasha inquires, “when you two had hot chocolate as kids, was it equal parts cocoa and bourbon?”

“Nah,” Bucky says, getting to his feet, “Usually just a splash.” He pats Steve on the shoulder and gives him a little squeeze before heading for the bedroom. “You want help with sleeping beauty?”

“We got it,” Nat tells him as she pushes past. She makes her way over to the bed and peels the pillow off Wanda’s face, smiling crookedly as she’s met with a deep, awful groan. “Rise and shine,” she singsongs. “Steve’s going to carry you to your own bed. Try not to throw up on him, if you can help it.”

Steve gives a resigned sigh before leaning down and scooping the girl into his arms. She lets out another groan and he tenses, just waiting for her to blow chunks on his chest. But after a long moment he feels her settle into him. He moves slowly and carefully through the apartment towards the door, whispering, “Merry Christmas,” over his shoulder as he carries Wanda off to her room.

“Let me know how it goes,” Nat says to Tessa with a smirk before following the captain out.

Bucky closes the door behind them and leans up against it, looks over to Tessa who’s still sitting with her legs curled up underneath her on the sofa, nearly empty mug cradled in her hands. “Should I ask what it is?”

She smiles deviously and shakes her head.

“You want your present now?” he asks, pushing off the door and moving over to get something out of one of the desk drawers.

She sets down her mug and shifts on the couch, holds out her hands and says, “Yes please.”

But he doesn’t hand her anything. Instead, he reaches down and takes hold of her wrist, hauls her up off the couch. “Go get your shoes on.”

She gives him a suspicious look before glancing down at herself. “I’m not really dressed to go out,” she says, pulling at the dark red Henley of his that she has on.

It comes down to mid-thigh, and she’s wearing leggings underneath, so he just gives her a shrug. “It’s fine for where we’re going.”

“And where is that?” she asks, grabbing her sneakers when he hands them to her.

“It’s a surprise.” Once her shoes are on, he shows her the item he pulled from the drawer. It’s a long black, silk scarf, and he’s holding it with both hands like he’s getting ready to wrap it around her. “Turn around,” he says, an ominous hint to his voice.

“I’m not sure I want to.” She gives him a truly suspicious side-eye glare and he just can’t help but laugh.

He walks over to her and wraps the scarf around her eyes – once, then twice – before tying it in a knot in the back. Her hands come up and try to peel the blindfold away just enough so that she can peek through. “No.” He lightly slaps at her hands before grasping them and pulling them towards him as starts to lead her out of the apartment. She doesn’t budge. “C’mon,” he urges. “I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

“Okay, but… not too fast,” she says, taking tiny, overly cautious steps.

“You don’t trust me?” he teases, leading her through the hall and into the elevator.

“Blindfolds usually end in either a kidnapping or kinky sex. It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just know that either of those things could result in injury.” She continues to shuffle forward blindly as he pulls her out of the elevator and through the corridor. They stop suddenly and she hears the beeping of a keypad as he enters in a code. “Are we going out to the garage?” she asks. “Oh my God, you are kidnapping me!”

“Very funny,” he says, nudging the door open and leading her through.

“No, I knew it. You’ve been talking about me working too much. Now you’re taking me away from my work,” she drawls dramatically. “How will I live?!”

He halts in front of her and she very nearly slams into him, would have if she hadn’t been so overly cautious with her steps. “Actually, that’s a good idea. I should’ve just kidnapped you. Taken you somewhere far away where there are no labs or clinics or Tony Starks.”

“Tony Stark practically takes up this whole planet,” she says, moving her hands from his forearms, where’d they’d been positioned as he led her around, to his chest. “We’d have to leave the solar system.”

“Good point.”

“Are we there? Are we done?” She gently beats her hands on his chest as she begins an excited hop. “Can I take this damn thing off?”

He unties the blindfold and removes it from her head and steps off to the side as she shakes out her hair and blearily blinks. He stands by patiently as she gets her bearings and focuses on the gift in front of her.

“No,” she breathes out before taking a small step forward. “No,” again, a little louder, as she reaches out and touches the bright red carbon fiber body of the bike. She runs her fingers lightly along the mud guard before moving to the handlebar and letting them wrap around the grip.

The absolute look of adoration, the shock and awe swimming in her eyes is enough to make Bucky’s face split into a grin so wide it almost hurts his cheeks. “What do you think?” he asks, so excited that he’s actually rocking from his heels to his tiptoes.

“It’s a Ducati,” she says, almost to herself, her eyes never leaving the motorcycle in front of her. “You got me a Ducati.”

He steps forward and places his right hand on hers as it continues to grip the handlebar. “It’s a Panigale V4 Speciale.”

“It’s a V4,” she whispers.

“But it rides like a twin,” he tells her, and for the first time, she looks up at him. He gives a little laugh, taking in her still stunned expression. “What? I had to test it.”

“Babe,” she starts, her tone serious, “this is a $50,000 bike.”

He nods. “Yeah, apparently I make pretty good money as an Avenger. Or associate… I’m not really sure what I am. But I have a lot of money and not a lot to do with it.”

She tries to hide her smile, but just can’t. Her eyes actually begin to glisten with tears when she says, “This is so… it’s too much.”

Bucky shrugs as he smiles down at her. “Steve said you had some piece of junk Honda when he met you. And I know you hate driving your car in the city. And you did mention wanting to shave time off your commute.”

Her eyes get wide then. “How fast?”

“I took it up to 140… which you will never do,” he says with a stern point of his finger. She nods emphatically, her eyebrows raised in a devious way. “I mean it. I know you can ride. I would never get you this if I didn’t think you could handle it. But – ”

“I know, I know. They don’t call them donor-cycles for nothing.” He pulls his eyebrows together and gives her a confused look. “That’s what everyone in the ER calls motorcycles. You know, because people who ride them end up being organ donors.”

He swipes at her hand, which is still resting on the grip of the handlebar. “Never mind, I’m taking it back.”

“Noooo,” she whines with a laugh. “I promise, I’ll be sooo careful.”

“Steve told me not to do this,” he says with a half-smile and a shake of his head.

“Steve’s the one who convinced me to get a car after my old bike finally died.” She lets go of the Ducati and brings both of her hands up to Bucky’s shoulders. “Steve cannot be trusted.” Her hands make their way up his neck and then to either side of his face, and she pulls him in for a deep, grateful, there’s more where that came from kiss. “You. Are. Amazing.”

He kisses her again, long and deep, saying simply when he pulls away, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x original female character #marvel fanfic #bucky imagine #marvelau #avengers fanfiction #avengersau #Supernova #christmas fluff

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buckys-old-habits · 6 years ago

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Code 231

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.2 k

AU: Police AU!

Inspiration: Brooklyn 99 | Season 3, Ep. 10

Warnings: Mention of guns, slight violence

“Do you have a present for Vision already?”, Wanda asks while stirring the dinner she decided to make.

Confused you look up from your laptop and frown, fingers hovering over the keys. “Why would I have a present for your boyfriend?”

The woman on the other side of the kitchen island stops the swinging of her hips and slowly turns around. It looks overly dramatic and you can't help but chuckle a bit at her movement.

“His birthday is tomorrow and he invited you to his party. Don't you think it's rude to show up without any present?”, she raises her eyebrow at you and your eyes go wide.

You forgot, you completely forgot.

“It is tomorrow?”

Wanda nods and taps her dark red nails on the stone counter of the kitchen island. Slowly her fingers creep to towards your laptop and you snap it shut protectively.

“The shops are open for”, she glances at the clock, “thirty more minutes. If you go now you can get something for him in time.”

You glare at her but grab your laptop and your books, stand up and walk to your room. Quickly you dress in something you can go out with and snatch your wallet, phone and keys.

“I'm going”, you yell back at Wanda in the kitchen and open the apartment door.

“No cologne. I got him some already”, she yells back and you roll your eyes. “And drive carefully. Love ya.”

“Love you too”, you close the door behind you and jog down the stairs to the garage and get into your car, driving to your favorite and nearest market.

“No, no. Wait!”, you run full speed to the closing glass doors, the man shutting them watching you bored but not stopping.

“I just need one present, I already know what to get. I will be in and out in like five minutes. Please!”, you beg, but he just shrugs and turns away, leaving you standing in front of the door.

You bite your lip and look around, maybe they have a back entry? You know it’s illegal, but you are desperate and what are a few days in prison compared to the wrath of your best friend? Basically nothing, that is.

Sneaking around the back of the building, you see the back door and pray to whoever is listening that the door is open.

Pressing down the handle you cheer, when it clicks and you pull open the door, quickly walking inside and silently closing the door behind you again.

The lights are already shut off and you sneak along the aisles to the section you think the perfect gift for Vision will be. You will just leave a note and some money on the counter, so they know that you paid.

Arriving at the aisle you knew the gift would be, you startle when a muffled voice shouts something near the front of the shop. You press yourself to the shelf and listen to the voices, fearfully realizing that they are coming closer.

The shop is closed, why are there so many people all of the sudden?

“Keep walking!”

You glance around the shelf and cover your mouth when you see the masked man dragging along the man that shut you out.

You scold the little voice inside you that tells you that it serves him right for locking you out.

That’s not an inspection or something like that, it’s a robbery. And you are in the middle of it all.

“Vision owes me something after this”, you mumble when you duck behind another aisle, escaping the sight of another masked man who is spraying the cameras.

Maybe they didn’t get to the exits yet?

You sneak past the guy and to the door you came in, but another robber is locking it.

“Great…”

Slowly backing off, eyes on the man, you don’t notice the other person behind you and nearly scream when a hand clamps on your mouth. An arm is wrapped around your waist and pulls you back between the aisles.

“Sh, sh. I’m not gonna hurt you, just stay quiet”, a rough voice whispers in your ear and you feel the breath of the man fan over your skin.

You nod slowly and the grip on your mouth loosens, making you take a breath and look behind you at your captor.

The man grins cheekily at you and you frown, mustering his face. He has blue eyes, sharp cheekbones, and short, fluffy hair. He is handsome, you have to admit.

“Name’s Bucky. And I hope that you aren’t a robber, it would be a shame”, he chuckles softly and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“What?”

“Ah… sorry”, he lets go of your waist and takes a step back, still smiling. “I was just stating that I’m not one of them and I hoped that you were also just an innocent bystander.”

“I.. I am”, you answer and he nods.

“Good”, he whips out his phone and touches the screen a few times before holding it to his ear, winking at you.

What the hell is wrong with this guy? He is in a hostage situation with armed robbers and he is… flirting with you?

“Hey, Stevie”, he says when the other person picked up. “I’m kinda in a situation? And I need the squad.”

He sighs and listens to the voice on the phone.

“No, I didn’t do that again, I told you that I learned my lesson. Look, I’m in a hostage situation, the robbers are armed and I have a civilian with me. So if you could please get the squad to the mall, that would be great.”

A moment of silence.

“No, I don’t have my gun. Yes, I will be careful and make the civilian a priority. Steve, I’m not in the academy anymore, I know what to do. Bye.”

Bucky hangs up and smiles apologetically at you.

“Sorry about that.”

“You are a cop?”, you frown, confused that a man of the law would be in this store with you. You broke in, but what is his excuse.

“Yeah, I am. Detective Barnes, my pleasure”, he chuckles and outstretches his hand, which you take and shake while stating your name.

“Now that we are past the pleasantries, let us see what those guys want here. You stay here and hide.”

“What?”, you hiss at him and he raises his eyebrow at that. “I’m not staying here alone. What if they find me?”

Bucky tilts his head to the side and sigh, taking your hand and nodding.

“Alright. You seem like a hard-headed person. I’m scared you will sneak after me if I let you stay here.”

The warmth of his hand seeps into your skin and you grin, knowing that he is right. You would have snuck after him.

“Okay, I counted four guys when I looked around before. They seemed to get in from the front door and just hung around until the shop closed”, Bucky explains in a whisper while he guides you around the aisles, hand still in yours.

Looking around the corner, you spot of the four men. Bucky gently pulls you back behind the shelf.

“What now?”, you whisper and he frowns softly.

“You have to stay here, doll. I can’t put you into danger, you are a civilian.”

“What? No. You can’t leave me here. What if I get caught?”

Bucky groans softly and looks around, before pulling you into a corner with cereal boxes around you.

“Please. I can’t work like that. You were never meant to get into here. Be a doll and stay here, please.”

Bucky’s lower lip pushes forward and his eyes grow bigger, making him look like a toddler.

“Are you sure you are a cop?”, you ask and Bucky’s pout drops immediately, replaced by a feigned hurt look.

“I am. But I’m off duty.”

“There is a hostage situation”, you hiss back and he winces, scratching the back of his neck.

“Okay, for real now”, Bucky straightens up and his face gets serious. “You stay here, make yourself small and wait until my squad rolls in. I will go and see what they want here.”

“But…”

“No, stay here. That’s an order from an officer of the law”, Bucky points to the corner and you want to argue, saying that he treats you like a kid, but that would probably prove his point.

“Fine”, you huff and cower down beside the Cinnamon Crunch and the Fruit Loops. “Just.. be careful.”

Bucky grins and his serious demeanor drops for a moment.

“Will be, just stay here and I will be back in a second.”

In a hurry, he is around the corner and you sit down, listening for the men in the store.

Your heart is suddenly beating faster, Bucky’s presence somehow kept you calm and his weird attitude shifted your attention from the hostage situation.

Now that he is gone, you feel the situation settle on your shoulders again, the pressure and fear of getting caught and something terrible happen.

A few minutes pass and you shift in your crouching position, your feet slowly falling asleep. You wonder where Bucky is, the squad doesn’t seem to be here yet.

“I can’t do this… I’m going insane”, you grumble and slowly look around the corner, listening for the criminals.

They were silent for a while now and you slowly creep around the shelf and search for the tool and hygiene section.

Thank Wanda for having a weird survival phase. She watched every Bear Grylls episode and showed you a lot of these DIY survival kits.

In one they showed a makeshift flamethrower. Just take some hair spray and a lighter and tadaa… you got yourself a flamethrower.

That’s what you sneak around for and collect them, quietly putting them into your purse, promising that you would pay for them later.

While you were getting the things, you noticed that the men moved from the buying hall to the back rooms.

Taking a deep breath you walk over, lighter and hairspray in hand and ready to fire, literally.

The closer you get to the office of the supermarket, the clearer you can hear the voices.

One is familiar and you groan inwardly when you notice that it’s Bucky.

“If my squad rolls in, you are going down”, Bucky taunts and you roll your eyes, how is he supposed to be a detective?

“So you are alone? Makes it easier to silence you”, a deeper voice says and you hear the click of the safety from a gun.

“Hey, hey. Let’s take it slow for a moment. Yes, I’m alone, but I still have my cobblestone abs with me.”

You can’t listen to that anymore and step forward, meeting eyes with the two men standing at the door to guard it.

“Back off or I will burn your face off”, you hiss at them and to demonstrate the truth, you press the hairspray and a darting flame appears, lightening up your face.

Both men seem unsure, but walk backward slowly when you press it again.

You ignore your heart jumping in your chest and you finally look at Bucky, who is confused and worried at the same time.

“What…”, he clenches his jaw and you see the shift in his eyes, from playful to serious. Now he has you in the line of fire again.

“Oh, a visitor”, the tall man says tauntingly and you swallow, holding your weapon up and on the ready.

“I told you to stay”, Bucky says and tries to get closer to you, but the men behind him step forward, making him stop and raise his hands.

“Chill. I’m not gonna do anything.”

“I have a weapon and I’m not afraid to use it”, you straighten up and hope that the bad guy won’t see your hands shaking.

“That’s cute. I have one too”, he answers and holds up his gun, stealing the breath from you. It really looks more threatening than your little DIY flamethrower.

Bucky looks from you to the guy and his jaw clenches. He has to get you out, no matter what. Enough with the games, now it’s serious.

“Hey, what do you even want here?”

The bad guy turns back to him and Bucky feels a sense of relief, the gun no longer trained on you.

“Why should I tell you?”, he grunts and Bucky looks around, seeing the equipment they brought with them.

“There is a bank through that wall. Judging from the drill and shovels, I guess you want to rob that. Nobody would notice that the supermarket is closed because it’s too late. It’s clever, I have to admit.”

You look to the wall, only now noticing that they started to dig there. So Bucky was smart after all…

“Congratulation. You figured it out. Too bad that I have to silence you now”, the bad guy says and holds up his gun, clear line at Bucky’s chest.

You can’t watch this, not today and not ever. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, you step closer and press the hairspray and the lighter, a flame bursting out and you close your eyes.

Your face grows warm from the fire and you hear some commotion behind you, shouts and footsteps.

Then you feel arms around your waist and you scream, thrashing around, trying to get loose again.

“Hey, hey. Doll, calm down. It’s me”, Bucky whispers in your ear and pries your weapon from your hand, the hairspray can clatters to the floor.

“Shhh, it’s over. My squad got it under control.”

You snap your eyes open and Bucky wraps his arm around you, safely tugging you into his chest and shushing you gently.

Only now you realize that you started crying, tears streaming down your cheeks and your hands are trembling. Bucky catches them in one of his and presses a kiss to your fingers.

“Hey, look at me, doll”, you slowly look up and see the soft smile on his face, the reassurance that you are okay, that it’s over.

“Bucky”, a voice says behind you and you glance at the blonde man coming closer, his blue eyes flickering between you and Bucky.

“Stevie, you took your time”, the brunet answers and Steve scoffs.

“I had a family dinner. Peggy will rip me a new one. And she wants to have a word with you too.”

Bucky winces and you look up at him again, his expression deflating slowly. So he already knows what’s coming for him.

“Hello, I guess you are the civilian that got caught up in this all”, Steve says to you and you nod, swallowing hard.

He probably wants to know why you were still here and how you got in. So you will get in trouble and…

“We need a medic”, Bucky interrupts your thoughts and Steve’s further questioning. He takes your hand and holds it up, showing off the burn wounds where the flame got to close to the skin.

“Oh”, you breathe softly and look at the angry red skin. You didn’t even notice.

“An ambulance is waiting outside. Let’s get you out of here. Enough adventure for today”, Steve says and Bucky leads you out, arm around your waist.

“Dodged a bullet there, doll. Steve can be persistent if he wants to”, Bucky says lowly, so only you can hear while walking out the building.

“He seems nice”, you say back and Bucky laughs a melodic and deep sound.

Smiling, he shakes his head and wipes away fake tears.

“You are funny, doll. He can be so strict and annoying. Always tries to play Captain.”

“Because he is, dumbass”, a red-headed woman says from the side and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Hey, Nat. Love you too”, he calls back and quickly guides you to the ambulance that is waiting.

A few questions and bandages later, you are sitting beside Bucky on the bag of the ambulance, shock blanket on your shoulder and a water bottle in your hand.

“You feeling better?”, Bucky asks carefully, his fingers playing with the cap of his own bottle.

“Apart from being tired now and still having no present for my friend’s boyfriend, yeah.”

“So that’s what you wanted in there. You snuck inside because you needed a present?”, Bucky smirks and takes a sip of water, nearly choking when you punch him in the arm.

“Yes, I was on time, but they closed the door on me. My friend will be really mad”, you sigh and then blink up at him, chuckling at the way Bucky looks down on himself, seeing if he spilled something.

“What were you doing in there? After closing?”

Bucky tilts his head to the side and you see the blush forming on his cheeks, making him look like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“I wanted some snacks”, he answers sheepishly.

“What?”, you start to laugh, making Bucky pout again and he nudges your shoulder.

“Don’t laugh”, he whines and you laugh harder.

“Why”, you giggle and try to calm yourself down. “Why didn’t you go to the next gas station?”

“Because they don’t have the snack I wanted.”

“Oh my gosh… You are an idiot.”

“Now that is mean”, Bucky calls out and pokes your cheek, making you giggle and swat his hand.

“I’m sorry, did I offend you, Mister ‘Cobblestone abs’.”

Bucky stares at you, his cheeks growing red and he groans, shaking his head.

“You heard that?”

You nod and drink your water, side-eyeing the embarrassed man beside you.

“I’m surprised you didn’t say anything about your eyes like diamonds and your jaw as sharp as steel.”

Bucky chokes on his water and you smirk at him, watching him pound his chest to stop his coughing.

“What?”, he asks with a raspy voice and you shrug.

“It would have fitted your style.”

Bucky watches you and shakes his head, not believing that you can be so cocky again, after everything you just witnessed. Then he stops and tilts his head, nudging your shoulder.

You hum and look at him again, having watched the people around you.

“Does that mean that you think I’m pretty. You know, eyes like diamonds and such”, he grins widely and this time you feel your cheeks heat up.

Did you mean that? He isn’t bad looking, like at all. He is buff and his eyes are beautiful. His features are nearly god-like.

Shrugging seems to be the only thing you can do and Bucky grins, quickly fishing for his phone in his pocket and holding it out for you.

You are confused and it seems to show on your face because Bucky chuckles.

“I wanted to get to know you better over a second date. Maybe something not as dramatic as this.”

“Second date?”, you frown, but still take his phone, typing in your number and calling yourself with his phone.

“I mean, we just spend an hour high on adrenaline and I feel that we bonded. So yes, a second date it would be.”

“You are weird”, you hand him back his phone and Bucky just smiles, taking your hand and kissing your burned and wrapped up fingers.

“I know. And I have a feeling that you aren’t that much different.”

“Maybe, Mister ‘Cobblestone abs’.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #police au #reader insert #franca writes

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neighborhoodmoonchild · 6 years ago

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Love Heals All (Hoseok x Elf!Reader)

Genre: Supernatural Au, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of hospitals and injuries, P.O.V. switching, I think that’s it

Word Count: 6K

Work. That’s what took up 99% of your time most days and 100% others. Not that you minded, you loved healing others. The thrill of helping someone was addicting and it made you feel good knowing you were making a difference, helping people get better.

It was your calling, after all, your purpose. Even though you couldn’t understand the why, you certainly loved the how. Since you were little, you’d had a knack for fixing broken things. You’d play doctor with your barbies, then when you discovered your gift you’d moved on to the injured birds that would hit your windows sometimes.

Your parents knew, of course, that this was something you had to keep to yourself. ‘They don’t understand,’ they’d say, ‘they’ll take advantage of you.’

As a little girl, you didn’t understand what they could possibly mean. You were doing something good, right? How could people not understand that?

As you got older, you realized what they had meant. What you could do, no one else could. Something like that made people jealous; made people scared. When all you wanted to do was heal, you knew you’d have to do it their way to avoid repercussions.

And you played by their rules for a long time. Learned CPR and first aid as soon as you could, took training courses, even enrolled in a nursing program after high school (and graduated with honors).

No matter how many people you helped, you couldn’t help the gnawing guilt that you could do more. So, so, so much more.

Then a craze of ‘witch doctors,’ ‘magic medicine,’ and home remedies ran rampant through the city, and you saw an opportunity to put your gift to good use.

Under the guise of ‘healing auras’ and ‘crystal healing,’ you were finally able to help your way, without fear of inciting panic.

At least until people started getting suspicious, and suddenly your only choice was to leave home and start over somewhere new. Somewhere no one would know anything about you.

Leaving that part of your life behind hurt and this wound was something not even you could heal. You’d given up your gift to go back to normal, well, as normal as you could possibly be. You took the night shift at a local hospital, started looking into medical school, and even attended some weekly dance classes to stay healthy.

You never thought these classes would dig up old bones, but of course the past can never stay easily buried away like that.

—

You’d mentioned earlier to Hoseok that you thought Euna should get her ankle checked out before returning to class. Of course, he let her decide, and of course she insisted she was fine. You never really talked to Euna before that day, but something inside you knew she wasn’t ok.

And a quarter of the way through the routine, your suspicions are proved right when Euna falls to the ground with a yelp, hands flying to her ankle as everyone stops and gathers around her.

Suddenly, Hoseok is in a panic, everyone is trying to see what’s going on, and you’re pushing your way calmly through the crowd, instructing them to leave and give her some space.

Lowering yourself down to her level, you move her hands away from her ankle and assess the damage. You can tell it’s not a fracture, no broken bones, just a ligament tear. Painful but manageable.

You turn your head towards Hoseok, who’s eyes keep flicking quickly from her ankle to you and back again.

You sigh and help Euna move her leg out from under herself so it’s stretched towards you. Better access means an easier fix.

“Should I call someone, is it bad?” Hoseok tries to hide his panic, even though he’s incredibly bad at it. He’s seen his dancers injured before, but it never fails to scare him every time. After all, their like his family.

“She’ll be fine, just a mild ligament tear,” You say, hoping to ease some of his worries, and he just stares at you like a deer in headlights.

“You can tell that just by looking?” He asks, and you mentally kick yourself. Shaking it off, you nod.

“I’m a nurse, it’s kind of my job to know injuries.” Quick, albeit shaky, save. All of your worry he might not buy it washes away when he rests his hand on your back.

“Alright, so what do we do?”

You send him for your bag and while he’s occupied, you rub your hand gently over the spot of the tear. Euna is laying down with her eyes shut so you don’t have to worry about her seeing anything.

You feel the slight warm sensation and tingle at your fingertips, her skin beneath casting a slight glow as your fingers move, and suddenly, you’re done.

You made sure not to do too good of a job, couldn’t make it suspicious, but enough to where it wouldn’t get worse and her pain would subside. Now, it could heal the rest of the way properly with the right wrap and rest, and you could feel better knowing you helped.

You turn to see Hoseok behind you, your bag in hand, and he seems to stare at you a second too long before he’s handing you your things and offering to get Euna an ice pack.

Hoseok had always been a bit awkward, so nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You take the medical wrap from your bag and bandage up her foot, making sure to tell her all about the proper care for her ankle.

You also make sure to recommend going to get it properly checked and to not push herself too hard next time.

After all that commotion, Hoseok figures it’s time to wrap class up. Looking at the clock, it was close enough to quitting time, he figured, and everyone looked thoroughly too exhausted to question it anyways.

He wouldn’t share with the class, however, that something he saw tonight made him question his mental state, and figured he probably just needs a good night’s sleep to forget about it.

Everyone packs their things up, and as you shove your stuff into your bag and hike it over your shoulder, you feel a hand touch your arm.

“Hey, walking home tonight?” Hobi asks, even though he knows the answer; it’s the same every week. You smile, giving him a quick nod as you follow him towards the front door.

Turning quick to lock up, he spins back around to look at you, “Mind if I walk you home then?”

You both start walking, casual conversation about classes and the hospital flowing freely between the two of you. It was just like every other Thursday night, he’d offer to walk you home because a. It was late, b. You shouldn’t walk alone, and c. He lived a block away from you anyways.

You two quickly fell into sync with each other, the walks home going from awkward silence to loud laughs and teasing. Hoseok was easy to talk to and you liked having someone like that around.

Hoseok liked how bright and easygoing you were. He felt you both had that in common, among other things he learned the longer you hung out.

After moving, you had a hard time making friends, so finding Hoseok’s dance class add in a newspaper an elderly patient had you read to her one morning was a blessing in disguise.

Despite being completely inept when it came to making friends, the atmosphere in Hobi’s class was so inviting, warm, and friendly, even you found it hard not to feel comfortable. Everyone was so welcoming and kind, you felt like you’d been there your whole life.

Community and family was something you needed, and it’s what Hobi provided.

Before you knew it, you were standing at the steps of your apartment building, ascending a few before you hear Hoseok’s steps stop. Turning around to ask him what was wrong, his back is facing you, as if he had frozen where he stood.

You peek your head forward a bit, questioning look on your face, “Hobi, you okay?”

Hobi turns around slowly, the image of your hand and Euna’s leg and light burned into his retinas and he just can’t help himself. He has to ask, for his sanity’s sake.

Out of habit, his hand finds the back of his neck, and he’s not sure if he should make eye contact with you or stare off into space so his eyes just kind of find your feet and stay there awkwardly.

“Um, about earlier, when you were looking at Euna’s leg...” The more times he goes over what he is going to say, the crazier it sounds and at this point he wishes he’d never brought it up.

“Yeah, what about it?” You probe, not at all catching on to where he was going. In your mind, Hoseok was completely oblivious, considering he is with a lot of things. Turns out, he pays more attention than you thought.

“Well, there was this...light, I guess, when you touched her leg,” his arms are flailing a bit and he can no longer concentrate on the ground, his eyes darting around like he was looking for the explanation in the night air, “That wasn’t...real was it, I’m probably just hallucinating or something...”

His sentence trails off and when he finally dares to look you in the eyes, he is hit with an instant wave of cold. In a mere matter of seconds, you’d barricaded yourself from him, putting up a harsh front to push him away.

It was all happening again. You were dumb enough to think this time would be different. You were stupid enough to let your guard down and you just couldn’t help yourself. Everything slipped away from you once again, and it was all your fault. You’d jeopardized your future here over something as ridiculous as a fucking ligament.

Now it made sense why Hoseok had been so weird before, it wasn’t his normal awkwardness, it was his ‘I think I saw something I shouldn’t have’ awkwardness.

Taking the time to process everything in your mind, you could tell by the look in his eyes he wasn’t convinced by his words and he wouldn’t be with yours either.

The only option left was to cut ties.

“You’re probably just tired Hoseok. You should get some rest.” You don’t even bother saying goodbye, worried that he’d hear the underlying finality in it and try to change your mind. You quickly head up the rest of the steps and barricade yourself in the building.

Hoseok just stands there, watching you as you almost run from him, and he can’t help but feel like an asshole for some reason. It should’ve been a harmless question about his mental state, but it ended up being so much more.

When he finally broke from his stare, he continued his walk home, wondering how he’d fix things next Thursday.

I don’t think a week’s going to be enough time to find a way to fix this.

—

You were just going in for your shift when your phone buzzed. You knew to just ignore it, he’d get the hint after the first hour.

You enter the locker room to put your bag away and head out to get the report from the day shift nurse. Your phone is still in your pocket, just in case, but you're focused on your rooms, which ones need linens stocked and what not.

After 30 minutes of just coasting around, checking your patients and helping out a few coworkers, your phone buzzes in your pocket again. You sigh to yourself, making sure to put on a straight face when another nurse walks by, then quickly pull out your phone.

Hoseok

-Hey

-Are you not coming to class today?

Shutting your phone off and shoving back into your pocket, you go back to work. A few hours went by, and by 2 a.m. you’ve had three new patients brought in all with varying injuries, but none too serious.

Once you finally find a break to sit down and chart, you make the mistake of turning your phone back on just to check your schedule, when you notice six new messages from Hoseok.

Hoseok

-I’ll take the silence as a no...

-Are you okay?

-Is it about what I said the other night?

-I was just being stupid and paranoid, I’m sorry if I said the wrong thing, will you please answer me?

-Y/N, could you please just let me know you’re alright?

-That’s it...

“The hell does that mean?” You voice your confusion of the last text out loud, warranting a few looks from other nearby nurses actually doing their work. Throwing your phone onto the counter, you stretch your arms and finish up your charts.

As if to clear up your confusion, a few seconds later, Hoseok waltz right into the E.R. slowing his pace only to survey the place until he locks eyes on your form behind the desk, to which he marches right up and stares down at you, almost like he was trying to intimidate you.

When you look up from your work, Hoseok is the last person you expected to see standing a foot away from you. You can’t hide from him now.

“The least you could’ve done was answer me and let me know you weren’t dead somewhere.”

His tone wavers on angry, but he’s still too bubbly to let it sound heavy, but the intent is still there. He’s not really angry, per say, more so hurt that you wouldn’t just let him know you were working. He understands missing class for your job, but to ghost him was just plain rude.

You look back down at your screen, saving what you’d done, and rise to talk to him. You didn’t like when he stared down on you like you were a child in trouble.

“You can’t just show up here Hoseok, this is an emergency room not a convention.” Hoseok chooses to ignore your comment, instead waiting for his rightfully deserved apology. Was it bad that he cared about you? I mean, he cares about all of his dancers, and wants to make sure they are okay, since when is that a crime?

“Next time, just let me know you have to work. It’s not that big of a deal.” He’s exasperated at your attitude, especially since he doesn’t understand where it’s coming from. He made one dumb comment and you were taking it out on him, that just doesn’t seem fair.

You walk around him to grab another chart, crossing the room to a supplies cart. Hoseok follows you, getting dirty looks from the others on the floor, but you just wave them off.

“There won’t be a next time. I’m quitting.”

You turn around to see a confused look on his face, “You’re quitting the night shift?”

Rolling your eyes, you can feel yourself getting more agitated by the second. Not only was he grilling you for no reason, he was breaking hospital protocol, and that could get you fired.

You spin around, putting one hand up to his chest to push him back towards the exit.

“No, I’m quitting the classes. I’ve got too much to do here. Now get out.” He tries to turn and object, but once you get to the front door, the security officer gives him a strange look and decides it’d be better to just leave it alone.

If you wanted to quit classes and act like a child to him, fine, Hoseok no longer cared.

That’s what he told himself at least. Why get hung up on one dancer, it’s not like you could be that special anyways. Sure, he’d miss your laugh during freestyle, or the concerned face you made when you tended to everyone’s injuries, even the minor ones.

Hate to say it, but he’d actually grown quite attached to you, especially since you were the only one he’d share late night chats about anything with when he walked you home.

Whatever happened that night, you’d changed, and he didn’t like the new you. You weren’t the Y/N he admired, you were somebody else.

On his way home, he was more passed that he’d left the comfort of the dance studio and his work to check on you at 2 in the goddamn morning. He could’ve been home in bed by then if he hadn’t worked himself up so much during practice.

He’d would never forgive you for the lost hours of sleep he’d never catch back up on.

—

Sometimes you thought the universe did this on purpose. You’d had a few weeks of blissful, trouble free work, no Hoseok interruptions, when one night, surprise-surprise, he walks in with a familiar face limping beside him.

You let another nurse take the lead on this, irritated at the loss of your Hoseok-free streak you were on. Although, seeing him again after not for so long, it caused a warm tickle in your chest that you couldn’t explain.

Maybe you did miss the company class and Hoseok provided, but you couldn’t risk exposure. After almost exposing yourself and your family from the last incident, you swore to yourself you wouldn’t go through that again. After all, you could only go so far before everything catches up to you.

Apparently you could only stay so far away from Hoseok before he catches up to you as well.

You spy from one of your patients’ room, filing out another chart while simultaneously stealing glances at Hoseok. He can tell you’re staring at him, but he’s got bigger things to worry about right now.

Some of the dancers wanted to incorporate more stunts into their routines. Kai had tried to do a back handspring into a back tuck and landed on his ankle wrong, twisting it in a way it definitely wasn’t intended to.

After dealing with a few of the others almost vomiting at the sight, Hoseok rushed Kai to the E.R. in his car, not even thinking about you being there.

It wasn’t till he basically carried the poor guy in with him, spotting you from a distance did he remember you had just started your shift.

‘Of course,’ he thinks to himself, ‘now she’ll think I’m here on purpose.’

Instead of immaturely ignoring you like he wants to, he briefly looks over and nods in your direction. It wasn’t polite nor rude, just a gesture to acknowledge your existence, hoping even that little thing wouldn’t piss you off for some reason.

You weren’t sure if it’d be right to try and talk to him. You’d been so abrupt and cold to him the last time, you knew he wouldn’t want to hear anything you had to say. Did you have anything you could say to him that would make the situation any better? Not really.

You both end up avoiding each other until Kai is wrapped up and ready to go, so Hoseok escorts him to his car and leaves you with a simple wave.

You stare off, watching his car pull out of the parking lot and disappear down the dark streets.

Cutting ties was proving to be more difficult than you thought it would be.

—

Clocking out, grabbing your bag from your locker and heading out of the E.R., you can barely keep your eyes open. Last night’s shift was particularly draining, and you couldn’t wait to get back to your apartment, peel your scrubs off and replace them with fuzzy pajamas and get some well deserved sleep.

The universe, go figure, has other plans for you though, apparent when your phone starts going off, Hoseok’s name on the screen.

He never called you when you were friends, so why the hell would he call you now?

Picking it up, the confusion in your voice is present when you say, “Hello?”

There is heavy breathing at the end, and then a tiny voice, definitely not Hoseok’s, answers you, “Hello? Is this Y/N?”

The way the little voice pronounces your name instantly melts the tension that built up in your body. You crack a smile, stopping your walk to put a hand on your hip.

“It is, and who might this be?” You can’t help but let out a soft giggle as another voice says something to the child on the phone but the child just makes a noise at them.

“This is Soobi, Mr. Jung got hurt in class and he needs your help.” There is no panic in her voice, so you don’t immediately jump to the worst case scenario. You figure that it was probably him in the background telling her to hang up the phone.

“Soobi, can you please give Mr. Jung his phone so I can talk to him?” You hear the loud patter of little feet and then a loud sigh.

“Y/N, it’s nothing, I told her not to take my phone and definitely not to call you.” He didn’t mean for it to sound harsh, but he just didn’t want to bother you and he was trying not to let the pain in his hand influence the tone of his voice. You weren’t talking to him and he wasn’t talking to you, so he shouldn’t come to you when something minor happens.

“Are you at the studio?” There’s a pause.

“Yeah, I took over the youth classes this week.”

“I’ll be there in 10.” You hang up before he can object.

You pick up the pace and make it to the studio in 8 minutes on the dot, instantly spotting Hoseok on one of the benches in the hallway, towel wrapped around his hand, a few little bodies gathered around him.

When he sees you, he tries not to get excited, but he’d been really missing your presence the past couple of days and knowing you were here to help him made his heart beat pick up a bit.

You approached him carefully, the children all parting to make way for you, staring at your scrubs and first aid bag.

Before he knows it, you’re knelt down in front of him, taking his hand in yours as you peel away the towel to assess the damage.

Along his palm close to his thumb is three inch cut leading down to his wrist. It doesn’t look super deep, but deep enough to warrant stitches. You were glad you’d brought your first aid bag with you everywhere, you’d have enough supplies to sew it right up.

While you check him for any other injuries, he can’t help but marvel at how pretty you look when you’re focused like this.

Wait, did he just call you pretty?

1. He’s supposed to be mad at you for abandoning him.

2. He’s never been attracted to a member, well ex-member in your case, before

The dam was already breached, though, and now that’s all he could think about as you start getting your supplies out and asking him what happened.

He didn’t even realize he’d zoned out just staring at you until you snapped your fingers in front of his face to wake him up.

“What?,” was all he could manage before the sound of little giggles causes a redness to creep up his neck. You just shake your head with a playful smirk.

“I said, ‘How the heck did you manage this while babysitting?’”

One of the children scoff, marching up to you to inform you that they are not babies and they do not need to be sat on. All you can do is laugh and apologize, turning back to Hobi who, again, is just staring at you like you suddenly sprouted two heads or something.

“I, uh, was helping another room change a light bulb when I lost my balance and shattered it in my hand.” Saying it out loud made him feel even dumber than he did when it actually happened.

You wanted to tease him for it, but you could see the embarrassment on his face, and figured he’d been through enough for one morning.

“Well, you’re lucky I brought my kit with me, you’re gonna need a couple stitches, but it shouldn��t take long.”

He hears the words stitches and retracts his hand back, cringing. Hoseok wasn’t really afraid of needles, but now that he’s coming face to face with one, he thinks he should recant that.

You can feel him tense, knowing that the tenser he gets, the more painful it would be. Without even thinking or realizing, you glide your fingers over his hand, holding it gently, almost caressing it. Hoseok can feel the pain subsiding, even as you clean the wound and he can see the needle going through his skin.

He doesn’t want to look away when he sees a familiar glow extend from your fingertips to his skin, but if he looks at the needle one more time he swears he’ll puke.

Luckily, the children had all been whisked away by another instructor so you and Hoseok could have some room.

It takes maybe a few seconds before you’re all done, tying the thread and placing gauze over the area.

You gently wrap around his wrist and hand a few times, securing it, and putting all your used equipment in a bio-hazard bag to dispose of later.

“There, all better.” You say, tapping his knee gently as he looks over his wrap.

Smiling, he stands up, offering his other hand out to you to help you up. When you’re on your feet, your hand lingers in Hoseok’s for a moment, before you pull away.

“Next time, be more careful, okay?” You dust your scrubs off, heft your bag over your shoulder, and turn to leave, when he stops you.

He rests his hand on your shoulder, not really knowing what else to do. He wants to hug you, but it’s not the right time or place for that and he’s not really sure where you stand with him.

Instead, he says, “Thank you,” and gives your shoulder a light squeeze. Hoseok turns back down the hallway, heading towards another room, while you watch him until he closes the door.

Walking home, you still feel his fingers on your shoulder, the warmth of his hand in yours.

Maybe you don’t have to cut off Hoseok completely.

—

After Hoseok’s little accident, he’d come to the conclusion that the only way to get your attention was to appeal to your healer’s side.

This surmounted to him calling you every day with questions about his injury.

‘Can I get it wet?,’ ‘Is it supposed to itch?,’ ‘I think it looks infected, what does an infection look like?”

Needless to say, after the second day, you were officially annoyed with him. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know if your stitches are infected, so why the hell was he you with every little paranoia of his?

Hoseok’s answer is simple: to force you to talk to him.

Now, Hoseok didn’t like annoying you, well, not too much, and he didn’t like having you think he was a complete idiot, but he didn’t know any other way to get to you.

You kicked him out of the E.R., you stopped coming to class, and you refused to let him into your building when he showed up.

So, he resorted to incessant phone calls. Not his best plan, but the best one he’s got right now.

You were cleaning up your apartment, taking advantage of having the whole day off, when your phone starts to ring again and you have half a mind to ignore it.

The guilt eats away at you by the third ring, though, and you answer with a loud sigh to let Hobi know he was getting on your nerves.

“That’s no way to answer the phone when a patient is calling.” You can picture the smug grin on his face, fist curling tight, the urge to reach right through the phone and ring his neck simmering in your veins.

“Hoseok, I swear to God, if you call me one more time with some stupid question, I’m going to get a restraining order.”

There a dramatic fake gasp on the other end of the line, your eyes rolling on instinct.

“Well good thing I’m not calling with a question this time then.”

“What do you want then?” There’s a long pause, one you’re assuming is on purpose for effect.

“I’m calling to propose a deal.” You can’t say you’re not intrigued. What kind of deal could Hoseok possibly be proposing to you, and what the hell would you have to do.

“Alright, shoot.”

“I will stop calling you with dumb questions if you agree to come back to class.” A laugh escapes your lips before you can cover your mouth, but Hobi just ignores it, waiting for your answer.

“Or, I could just block your number.”

“Then I’d have to resort to coming to your apartment.”

“I’d call the cops.”

“I could always show up to the hospital and threaten to sue when you deny me care?”

You shake your head even though he can’t see.

“Alright, alright, enough with crazy threats, why do you want me to come back to class so bad anyways?”

He’s silent because he’s not sure if he should make a joke or tell the truth. You were finally listening to him, really listening, and he didn’t want to mess it up.

“You’re the best pop and locker I know.” Ugh, that was so stupid, but you’re laughing so maybe it wasn’t a total loss.

“Alright, now what’s the real reason?”

He’s nervous now, but he thinks of something that he knows you can’t pass up.

“The group misses you, you’re family after all.”

He knew exactly what buttons to push, and the loneliness button was the hardest hitting one. You missed them too, so much. You’d never laughed, played, and goofed around that much in your life. That studio was the one place you felt at home.

“I don’t know Hobi, I’m pretty busy with work...” you trail off, and Hoseok has to keep his cool even though you finally addressed him by his nickname after dropping the full name bomb on him every time you’ve talked to him since your falling out.

“Please.” He sounded almost desperate, but that’s what he was feeling right now. Hoseok didn’t know why, but he needed you to come back. He wanted everything to go back to normal. He wanted you to come back to him.

After mulling it over in your head, you decide that dance class would be better than annoying phone calls. This would also give you a chance to look after Hobi so he would stop hurting himself.

“Fine, I’ll come back.” Hoseok drops the phone in his moment of excitement, scrambling to pick it up off the floor.

“Great, I'll see you tomorrow then.”

“See you tomorrow, Hobi.”

—

“Hobi, I literally saw you do that on purpose.”

This was the third time this week he ‘accidentally’ tripped over his own two feet and got hurt. This man has been dancing for years, there was no way he’d trip over his feet that easily.

He was usually so graceful and calculated, but lately he was reckless and all over the place.

Hobi wouldn’t admit it, but he liked when you babied him, so he may or may not have been acting less careful lately. It was never anything serious, just minor bumps and scrapes, but he just loved when you’d hold his hand and get him an ice pack, or clean a scrap and cover it with a cute little band-aid that were supposed to be for the kids.

His favorite thing was the warm tingle he got when you touched him as you tended to him, the soft glow on your fingertips leaving him in awe every time, even though he had to pretend he never saw it.

You were catching on, though, and finally caught him in the act. You knew he was doing it on purpose, and now you knew why. He was curious about your gift.

Class wrapped up, and you are about to grab your things and head out when you hear the click of a lock.

You turn to see Hobi standing at the door, keys in his hands.

“What are you doing?” You ask, slowly approaching him.

He just stares at you, unsure of how to bring up the fact that he knows there is something different about you, something not human.

You’re tired from class and not ready to deal with the third degree from Hobi on why your hands glow sometimes, so you roll your eyes and reach for his keys. He quickly pulls away, holding them high above both of your heads.

“Using your height against me, how rude.” You jump, trying to grab them from his hands, but even with your most powerful lunge, you can’t reach them. Hoseok’s trying not to enjoy this too much, but it’s impossible with how cute you look, hopping like a little bunny.

It gets old quick, so you stand there, arms crossed, “What do you want?”

“Are we not friends Y/N?” You look at him confused.

“Of course were friends Hobi, now let’s go.”

“Then why don’t you trust me?”

You knew this would come up again, especially after the increase in his curiosity about it. You had patched things up with a Hobi, returning back to your normal dynamic rather quickly, but you still felt like you weren’t ready to share that part of you with him, let alone anyone.

“I do trust you, Hobi.”

“Then why won’t you tell me about your hands?” There it was, all laid out in the open. Either you could confront it head on, or bury your head in the sand.

“Hobi, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m tired, can we just go home?” You reach for the door handle, but Hobi grabs your hand first. It’s not a tight grip, more like a comforting, soothing one.

He doesn’t know how else to show you he cares about you.

“You can tell me, anything, I promise.” When you look in his eyes, you know that he’s telling the truth. You want to trust him, confide in him, assure him that you care about him too, but you can’t find the words.

You turn your head away, facing the door, and dropping his hand, “Can we just go, please, Hoseok.”

And just like that he dropped it and unlocked the door. All it took was the slight fear that you were building that wall again and he backed off. He wasn’t going to push you away again.

The walk home is silent, neither of you knowing where to go from there. You make your way up to the front door of your apartment building and turn back to Hoseok.

“I really do trust you Hobi.”

He looks over his shoulder at you, managing a smile even though he feels a bit emptier inside, “Goodnight Y/N.”

You manage to return your own pathetic smile, “Goodnight Hobi.”

—

After waiting around in the studio with the rest of the crew for 30 minutes, you decide to try and ring him again. Holding the phone to your ear, you pray that he answers this time, but instead get the tone for his voicemail.

After an hour, everyone decides to go home, but you book it to Hobi’s place. After knocking on the door for 5 minutes straight, and elderly woman opens the door and lets you in.

“Do you know what apartment number Jung Hoseok lives in?” You ask, slightly out of breath from the run to his place.

“Up the stairs, first door on the left.” She smiles, and you take the steps two at a time until you make it to the second floor. You locate his door and knock three times, waiting for an answer.

You get nothing, and start to panic.

‘What if he fell and knocked himself unconscious?,’ ‘What if he’s having an allergic reaction and slowly suffocating?’

The fear quickly takes over, causing you fist to bang repeatedly on the door, frantic.

“Hobi? Hobi! Open up, are you okay?!?” The loud thump and the shuffling of feet cause you to pause your ministrations.

Suddenly, the door slowly creaks open, revealing a pale and sickly look Hobi wrapped in a blanket, a tissue tucked into his hood.

You just stare at him, taking in everything. He looked like death.

“Hey, you shouldn’t be here-cough-I don’t want you to get sick.”

You roll your eyes and let yourself in, helping him hobble his way back to his best on the couch. There are tissue and open medicine everywhere, and don’t even get you started on the smell.

Maybe something actually did die in here.

“Hobi, I’m around sick people all the time, I’ll be fine.”

You hold his arms, lowering him back onto the couch, watching sympathetically as he cuddles back into the piles of blankets, a sneeze escaping as he does so.

You kneel down in front of him, a smile overtaking your lips, and in Hobi’s illness induced fever dream, he swears you look like an angel.

He tries to smile, but starts coughing, but you get the gist.

“Why didn’t you just tell me you were sick? We were all worried about you.”

You place your hand on his forehead, cringing at how hot his skin is. He’s burning up and you didn’t know how long he’s had a fever.

“I didn’t want to worry anyone.”

“Well, obviously that didn’t work, I ran here like a madman thinking you’d died or something.”

He laughs weakly, “See? Not so fun being ghosted, is it?” You fight the urge to smack his shoulder, considering he’s so weak.

Instead, you take his hands in yours, rubbing his thumbs with yours.

“I’m sorry, let’s just agree to talk to each other, honestly, from now on.”

“It’s a deal.”

You smile, focusing all your energy into your hands. Hobi stares at you, unsure what to say next, when he notices the light coming from your entwined hands. He watches in disbelief as the light flows from your fingertips to his skin, leaving a trail of warmth that flows through his veins.

He starts to feel less nauseous and dizzy, his chest less congested and his nose no longer runny.

He lifts his eyes back up to yours, catching you staring at him, as if to check on him.

“You were right, about me not trusting you before, but I do now, fully trust you.”

Hoseok feels like he could do anything right now, and what he wants to do most is kiss you, right here, right now.

Then he remembers he’s still sick technically, and your surrounded by used tissues and sweat soaked blankets and decides he doesn’t want your first kiss to be in this mess.

You giggle, seeing him go through all of those emotions as he mulls it over in his head. He’s worse at hiding things when he’s sick.

You just lean forward, pressing your lips to his forehead.

He can’t help but close his eyes, the cool sensation of your lips on his warm forehead releasing all the rigidity in his body and dissipating it in the surrounding air.

“How about when I’m better, I take you on an official date?” He’d insist the red on his cheeks was from the illness.

Yours, though, was definitely a blush.

“I’d like that.”

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Here it is, Hobi’s story in all its angsty and fluffy glory. Sorry this one is going up a bit late, this one took me a while to finish. Honestly wanted to go into more detail on some things but I didn’t want to make it too long. Hope you guys will enjoy it nonetheless. This story made my heart hurt a little bit, not gonna lie, I really like this one. Now we just have Jimin, Tae, and Kookie left💜 Stay Spooky!

-Moonie🌙

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His human, his protector [9]

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Two updates in a day? You betcha.

Mentions of physical abuse and dark themes

Don’t be shy, I don’t bite

Previous chapters

Masterlist

“I’m Daniel.”

She didn’t care.

The male nurse didn’t care for her weeks ago until she opened her mouth during the induction with subject 10 - now called the self healer. She hoped he wouldn’t bother her again after her cold and abrupt rejection of his coffee date but as she slipped on her lab coat she realised she was mistaken.

She looked at him, his eyes hopeful but she remembered the look of evil in them when she had witnessed him battering subject 10 - the very subject she had saved - till the point he was close to being too fatigued to heal himself.

She forced a smile through the disgust and pushed aside her fear of what she had witnessed in Richard Francis’ ‘office’ days ago.

“Nice to meet you.” She lied.

She clipped her level 4 identification to her lapel and headed out of the locker room hastily.

She felt tired, drained. Her emotions were jaded and her body felt heavy, no amount of coffee could make her feel energised and ready to work. She had done her first set of night shifts, all of which were boring, triesome and completely uneventful since she had retrieved the stick from Wesley’s locker. She was back on her days again, her body accumulating to the change slowly.

It was hard to come to work, it was hard to continue acting unphased by everything knowing what she knew. There was a breeding drug, there was sexual abuse as well as physical and it depressed her, the fact that she was aware of these new happenings yet was just has helpless as she was before to do much about them.

Richard had become a ghost; she hadn’t heard off him since she had left that apartment building. She was naive enough to hope that the so-called infiltration date was sooner rather than later. Every new blood sample, every tick of the clocks got tedious and she slowly began to lose hope. She feared the worst, that Richard was a test that she had failed and she was soon to be murdered or that he had been killed himself.

She swiped her card, heading down the first corridor of unfortunate subjects, their numbers printed on the doors so primitively - 04... 94…

Security details stood obediently at the doors, their expressions almost dead. She avoided looking at them as she carried on through to her floor. She placed her card against the reader as she came to her restricted access patients, 21 and 99.

As the corridor doors clicked open she made a move to step inside when a chillingly familiar voice caught her attention.

“Good morning, nurse.” Doctor Lendal called behind her and she could have cried.

She felt gripped by fear all of a sudden, her mind spinning. What if he knows? What if he knows?! She was repulsed by her doctor and the things he did and enjoyed doing to the subjects but because of that fact, she was completely frightened of him. Along with her traitorous actions against Nova and her loyalty to another cause she knew he wouldn’t hesitate to do what it took to make her disappear.

“I was hoping to catch you.”

She turned around and grimaced as he sported his surgical coat. That could only mean one thing - theater. She didn’t know still what they did during surgeries on the subjects but the bloody rags and organs that followed the procedures.

“The tests on experiment 10 have been reviewed by the board and they are impressed with the findings and your level 6 clearance has been granted.”

She didn’t know how to be happy about that news. She was moving up in the company and in any other environment it would be amazing, goal achieving but this was Nova, the higher up you go the more blood there is on your hands. She forced a smile to her doctor, hoping the look in her eyes matched his of greed and corruption.

“Thank you.” She gusted with a sugar coated voice as she inwardly cringed.

“They should have your new ID card at the registration desk by the end of the day, but you still have access to level 6 facilities and data with your current one.”

~~~

She headed downstairs, heart feeling heavier the more underground she got. She was the only nurse under Lendal that now had access to subject 88 - the teleporter. She hated to fear him, but she did, she couldn’t help it. The look in his eyes was inhuman, the creature underneath his skin extremely close to the surface.

Nova did that to him, we did that to him.

She stepped inside after showing her ID card to the extensive security team in the vault. They searched her name and upon seeing that she was a newly designated level 6 nurse she was let inside the cell accompanied by 3 guards. She couldn’t help but wonder why. If he was tame to women she shouldn’t need armed officers but she guiltily felt comforted by their presence as she met the penetrative dark gaze of subject 88

“Hi…” She spoke softly, her heart beating quickly. “I just need to do check ups…”

The plump lips of 88 stretched into a smirk and he wordlessly stood from his crouch and it was the tamest he had been since his last check up.

“C-can you come to the line?” The edge of the kill zone.

“He can’t understand you, you know.” One of the guard’s voice was amused, his tone patronising.

She didn’t spare him a glance as she kept her eyes focused on the deadly human experiment in the furthest corner from her.

“It won’t hurt…” She tried to convey her sympathy with her eyes, her apologies and sadness for him. “Just come to the line.”

88 smiled even more at her, his expression mad and it made her red. He stood straight, turning completely to her and she held her breath.

“Are you going to say please?”

The rustle of shocked security details behind her sounded as they fidgetted where they stood, outstanded and suddenly horrified at the fact that 88 had just spoken. His voice was light yet deep, unused and rusty and she exhaled. He had never spoken, no one knew that he could, his vocal cords hadn’t been altered when he was first taken in but he never used his voice.

Shocked but pleasantly so she nodded. “Please come to the line.”

His skin didn’t flash, didn’t disappear every few seconds as he moved towards her. He was stable as he approached with such ease it negated how he was chained up so heavily by every limb.

“I just need a blood sample.”

She could see by the way he walked leisurely to the line as instructed that there wasn’t a need for a physical. She couldn’t believe it, the ‘monster’ that everyone talked about upstairs with such malice and disdain held his arm out obediently as he stood still, gift stable as she took his dark blood. A closer look at him now she could see the traces of humanity in his face, the tanned skin that shouldn’t have developed from a life indoors, and his flickering eyes - from red to brown as if flickering from one creature to another.

But all the while he was still and she regretted being afraid of him in the first place.

88 looked menacing she couldn’t deny that but at the same time she couldn’t see him as a monster. He looked the furthest away from human but knowing that that was a product of Nova’s own making - it made her more sorry than scared.

“Okay.” She drew back her needle and just like he had been instructed to many times he placed his finger where the needle once was and applied pressure.

She didn’t realise how nervous she was until she applied the protective cap over the needle, her fingers shaking. 88’s eyes narrowed as they zoned in on her trembling hands and his iris’s bled back into red. They looked back at her face, the animalistic stare she had seen once, boring into her again. Sorrow and agony filled her every pore, as if she was feeling everything he felt.

She scurried back from the line her legs feeling weak as his lips laxed into a straight line and his skin began to flash. She sidestepped security and out of the cell without a look back. Her heart hammering and her lungs claimed with fear.

~~~

“This is scan 45…”

The MRI technician spoke monotonously as he pressed the right buttons to activate the massive machine behind the glass. She held her breath as she watched slowly as subject 99 began to slide into the large body scanner. A neurologist stood in front of her, blocking her view of the brain scan as it began to formulate on the screen. But she wasn’t focused on that, more on the male on the metal slab.

Subject 99 had been hauled from his cell, his protests evident from the state of the security guards as he entered the room for his scan. He was shoved on his back on the scanner, his legs and arms being bound down, his forehead too with a leather strap around his head - keeping him still.

They scanned him regularly, seeing a part of his brain that lit up when provoked, telling them all that he should have a gift, yet they never saw a glimpse of it. There was nothing that moved, nothing that shook or changed in the room as they tried to poke and prod him till he was bleeding - he refused to give in, show the doctors what he had shown her in the showers…

She had made a promise to not tell anyone that she had seen the ice he had made, that his gift was there and he could use it. Telling the doctors and technicians that he had a gift would relieve him of his pain and suffering - save his life as she knew Lendal wanted him dead. But he had chosen to live in secrecy and pain and although she wanted it to stop, she prayed every day that Richard Francis would do what he promised and save them both.

“His brain activity has changed… Said the scientist.”

She looked at him, her interest peaking and her fingers and toes crossing, hoping it wasn’t for the bad.

“The patterns suggest depression.” He muttered, gesturing to the brain on the screen. “Interesting…”

Her heart sank and she itched to be on the other side of the glass, to hold him; to free him.

“How can he be depressed?” Lendal scoffed, his voice void of anything but humour.

Her thoughts turned putrid as she looked at the doctor, hatred filling her.

“We could try electroshock therapy…” The neurologist said in response. “It’s proven to be very effective on other experiments.”

Horrified she looked back to him. That’s illegal; but so was everything else that took place in the building. She had read about shock therapy, it was old, outdated and ruled out by every medical professional in the western world as nothing but harmful and completely cruel. It sickeningly made sense that the medical law didn’t touch the doctors and scientists at Nova.

She felt sick.

“Does it matter if he’s depressed?” Lendal gibed with a quirk of his eyebrow.

“We might be able to get the results we’re looking for.” He appealed with a knowing tone. “Before you write him off.”

As Lendal thought about it with a nod he gave the order that had her frozen with alarm. No, no, no, no; she didn’t even know they had shock therapy, she couldn’t believe it. As they took 99 out of the MRI scanner they cuffed his arms together again, this time he looked at her. He looked at her as she stared at him with evident worry and it set his teeth on edge, a growl rumbled through his chest before he could prevent it.

Jarring pain erupted through his chin as a guard whacked him in the jaw with the grip of his gun as a warning.

She jolted at the action, her heart jumping to her throat and 99 looked back at her, his mouth bloody as he spat out blood from the hit.

He couldn’t smell her like he usually could, her feminine scent that ignited his senses in all the right ways. There was a wall between them and it set him on edge. He knew the two men in that room with her, the human men that he wanted to harm. She was in that room with those foul smelling men and he didn’t like it.

“Have you ever witness an electro shock therapy session before, nurse?”

She tore her gaze away from 99 as he was hauled to his chained together feet and to Lendal who had asked her a question. With a feeling of dread she knew what he was about to put her through.

“No.” She croaked, shaking her head.

Lendal smiled and it made her blood boil. “Well then, come with me.”

With every step she took, her stomach lurched. There was a room he took her to, a room he instructed security to take 99 to the therapy room. 99 trailed behind them, the clanging of his chains a reminder. She turned to look at him every few steps finding him looking at her with his never changing unreadable look.

“In here, tie him to the table.”

Lendal opened the door to a room that was dark and smelt like singed hair; it knocked her sick. She stepped inside as instructed, her conscious screaming at her to leave, to run, take 99 with her and never come back. She looked around the scarce room, the walls that were barren of any window, any hospitality, just there to contain the muffled screams.

A small dial machine was in the center of the room next to the slab of a bed and she was pushed aside by guards who hoisted 99 on it. He locked eyes with her, and she felt helpless, useless as his eyes conveyed a message she couldn’t read. All she could see was the anger, the animosity and it made her stomach knot.

He was chained to the leather cuffs on his back and doctor Lendal and the neurologist manned the dial and the electrodes.

“Okay, nurse.” It was the scientist that addressed her. “Come here.”

Dread kept her rooted to the spot. She couldn’t wrap her head around it, around the concept that they weren’t kidding about electrotherapy - it was happening, they did it. This was her welcoming to level 6 clearance. Subject 99 tied to a metal primitive slab with thick leather bonds, his body tensed for something she prayed he had never felt before.

“You need to put this in his mouth to protect his teeth and tongue.” He handed her a black rubber pad as she came to the table.

She looked down at it, swallowing thickly at the chilling teeth marks embedded into it. You can’t!! Her mind screamed at her, her morals crumbling as she looked to the male on the table. He looked at her, the hate seeping into his gaze. His nostrils flared as he took in her scent - it soothed him - but it was crippled with fear, the tangy scent unagreeable for him; he didn’t like it on her.

A grunt flew past his lips as he started to fight against the restraints and he heard her drew in a breath. The pungent security guards cocked their guns but he paid them no attention.

You need to lay low… You can’t do anything that gives you away… You have to do this, you have to help the doctors do their jobs until Richard does his...

I’m sorry.

She took a step, cradling his chin softly with her free hand, keeping it firm yet gentle as she coaxed him still with a touch. His skin was smooth, cold beneath her hands and she wished she was touching him under different circumstances. She pressed down on his chin, forcing his mouth apart as she placed the pad between his teeth. She hoped her face was as stoic as she envisioned in her head, with Lendal’s calculative eyes on her she couldn’t afford to look anything but indifferent.

Please Richard - she begged for an unlikely intervention - come now. Please. Come now…

But he didn’t and her heart momentarily stopped as the electrodes pressed against 99’s temples.

There was a ringing sound, the lights flickered and the spine chilling sound of shooting electricity buzzed. A muffled gurgled groan of pain and her blood curdled at the sound and watching his muscles contract through his skin as the electricity flew down his body. His face reddened and the veins protruded from his neck and arms as he fought against the restraints.

She took a step back, visibly horrified and she could see Lendal analysing her from where he stood, pressing the electrodes more firmly to 99’s temples. She couldn’t find it within her to care as she watched the undeserving 99 on the table writhing in pain, his teeth clenched tightly on the pad in his mouth. Tears streamed down his cheeks in defeat and the noises from his mouth stirred something within her.

Her eyes shot to his fingers, the way they twitched rapidly but no ice, no evidence of his gift slipped from them. It was incomprehensible, the effort and strength he must have to prevent his gift from being revealed. The control he must have had was impeccable; yet when he was with her, it slipped, surprising them both. The fact that she seemed to have kept it to herself was even more surprising for him.

But now, under considerable pain all he could think was that the kindness she had shown him thus far had been an illusion - a trap. The looks of kindness, the soft touches that made his body react in ways he had never felt - so sexual - had been a cruel manipulation to weaken him.

Pain shot through his brain, his body numbing yet hyper aware all at once, his body tensing and contracting with the electric shocks. He could barely breathe, his mouth seizing up and his nostrils flaring; angry, betrayed.

She felt awful, she felt ill and she longed to hold him, to protect him from the evil minds of the two doctors.

It was only 20 seconds but it felt like eternity - the ‘therapy’ ceased. Lendal removed the electrodes, placing them on a hook besides the dial.

“He shouldn’t cause you any trouble.” Lendal began, his voice full of arrogant satisfaction that was sickening. “He can be taken to his cell.”

His body was limp, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to regain his breath. The guards unstrapped him from the slab and hauled him up by his arms.

“You can go too, nurse.”

She needn’t be instructed twice. She followed the guards who held 99 tightly as they headed towards an elevator. She felt dirty, the worst she had felt in her life as she stepped inside with them, knowing she had took part in that, hurting when she should have been protecting. She unlocked the door to his cell and the guards tossed him inside as if he was a sack of potatoes.

“You can go back to your duties… I can sort him out.” Her voice was level, surprising herself and the guard opened his mouth to argue but she spoke first. “Look at him, he’s in no state to attack me.” She just wanted to be alone with him, make sure he was okay, tell him she was sorry...

The two details looked at each other in unison, nodding and walking out of the cell. “We’ll be down the hall.”

The door closed behind them and she turned back around.

Subject 99 was on his front, on the cold floor and her every being filled with remorse and sadness. She watched as his torso raised and fell with every deep breath he took, his shoulder blades straining due to his uncomfortable stance on the hard ground.

She crouched down, her hand hesitant and quivering as she reached for his strong forearm. “I’m so so--”

A flick of a switch inside of his head and he was growling at her, his hand seizing her throat quickly. He lifted himself up, sending her crashing onto the floor, his crushing hold around her windwipe making her squirm beneath his robust body. She gasped for air she couldn’t find and clutched onto his wrists frantically.

His dark eyes drilled holes into hers, his look of loath and anger pinning her down with fear. He felt betrayed and he wanted her to know that, he thought she was kind, he thought he could trust her.

Pain erupted in her back at the unforgiving floor and tears pricked her vision, finding it difficult to see. “I’m sorry…” Her words were croaked, forced and barely audible but he heard them.

His knuckles were whitening as he choked her and his brows furrowed. Part of the animal in him wanted to harm her, wanted to make her pay for tricking him but his senses screamed. He didn’t hurt this human, he shouldn’t hurt this human. His hold on her throat eased enough for her to draw in a ragged breath and his knees slid beneath her legs, his instincts coming to a front as he drew in her scent.

“I had no choice.” It was a whimper as her emotions were raw and true.

She felt disgusting for aiding in his torture and if he was to kill her she knew she would deserve nothing less. She just prayed that Richard kept his word - to save them all, save 99 give him a life.

99 looked at her face, looking at her tears and the feeling of guilt tugged at his conscious, something in him. Protective instincts rose that he couldn’t understand. Curiosity he couldn’t understand. He had never been this close to her before, and as her chest heaved beneath him, her breasts pressing against his chest he realised with growing curiosity that he had been hungry for this moment.

He let go of her throat and she relaxed, her hands on his wrists ceasing as they fell loosley to the floor. His arm supported his weight by her head and his other hand didn’t leave her skin body. He ran it down her chest and he could see the widening of her eyes as he pushed aside his anger and let his interest take hold.

Her neck throbbed where his hand had been clenched around it but she had a bigger problem when she felt his lethal hand cup her breast. He should want to kill her but instead he wished to massage out the pain he inflicted around her throat, apologize, and it confused him. She could have screamed for the guards, he knew that they would come at the sound of a distressed female voice, but she lay there, submissive waiting for him.

Speechless and scared she lifted her hands to gingerly push against his chest. Her warm touch on his skin turned him on and he liked it.

His anger was diminishing the more he took her in, the way he palmed her breast through her scrubs had him feeling something he wasn’t accustomed to - but he didn’t shy away from it.

At his complete mercy she couldn’t bring herself to do anything to stop him he bent his elbow and his face grew ever so closer. Oh my god. His face tucked itself into the crook of her neck and she held her breath. What was he going to do? Her mind was spilling, her face warm as she involuntarily began to blush and heat up beneath his half naked body.

99 sniffed her skin, his nose running up and down her throat and she stayed as still as she could.

She had heard rumours of a lab tech being killed after getting to close with a patient, how they had bit down on a jugular and ripped it out without hesitation. She clenched her eyes shut, preparing for pain, but it never came. The weight of him vanished, the hand on her breast lifted and he was no longer knelt between her legs.

“You--!!”

She gasped at the sound of another male voice, loud, clear and filled venom. She sat up quickly, her heart hammering in her ears and panicked. 99 was on his back and looming over him was Daniel, the nurse. He kicked his torso and he doubled over, winded.

“You felt like taking advantage of her, huh!?” Kick.”Just because she’s nice to you!?”

She leapt to her feet. “Stop!”

He ignored her, his foot coming into contact with 99’s nose, blood pouring - innocent blood. “As if she would ever want to fuck you! You fucking worthle--!”

She grabbed the nearest thing she could find - a sedation needle for emergencies. Without thinking, without a moment’s hesitation she had lunged forward, stabbing Daniel in the lower back, pressing the murky liquid into his skin. He paused his attack, his legs stilling. He whirled around, his expression shocked and confused. He looked at her, her alarmed expression and then down as he reached around and pulled out the syringe.

“What…?” His voice was slurred as he eyed the now empty and bloody object in his numbing hand.

The feeling traveled all over his body and before he could utter another word he tumbled to the floor.

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