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darthwheezely · 4 years ago

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Summary: George meets a mighty adorable barista in the new cafe on Diagon Alley and the man just can’t help himself... based off the song Coffee Girl by Johnny Socko! Sorry this took me absolute ages (9 days oops) to get out, guys :/

Warnings: DIABETIC FLUFF STUPID AMOUNTS OF CARDIAC ARREST INDUCING FLUFF UWU,mentions of sexism, Fred being Fred, cussing probably, alludes to sex, PG/PG-13

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George Weasley didn’t sleep. This had long been the habit of his ever since he and his parents had discovered that his elder twin Fred had been an avid sleepwalker by age 4, then became a (minor) party animal in his Hogwarts days, and finally when he became the co-owner of one of the Wizard World’s most successful entrepreneurs and business owners.

The man hadn’t slept in about 18 years give or take. And days like this reminded him of it constantly.

It was a Saturday, the first of the month, and to boot, it was about to be Christmas in a little over a week. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes was packed with everyone from couples window shopping, children in desperate need of fun now that school was out, parents trying to keep them in line, and even some old lady named Ethel (who swore she was part Veela, and therefore Fred couldn’t “escape her girlish charm.”)

“Ethel, you have an absolutely ravishing day, and don’t even worry about that moisturizer it’d be a waste of product on a natural beauty like you” Fred winked and kissed the old lady’s hand, George watching from the top of the steps rolling his eyes.

“Oh, Freddie, you know how to keep a lady young, don’t you? Oh - goodbye, Georgie! Have a good rest of your day boys!” She waved majestically to the younger twin on the stairs and he bowed royally in response.

“Bye, Ethel!” They both called as she exited the building, the bells flurrying in her wake.

“Georgie, mate, hate to say it but you are being uncharacteristically quiet and it’s making me uncharacteristically uncomfortable.” Fred said bounding up the stairs to meet him, chuckling briefly.

“Freddie, mate, hate to say it but I’ve had absolutely no sleep as of late and it’s getting to me. But I’ll be back up to my usual antics in no time.” He padded down the stairs, winking at a couple young ladies ogling him, sending them into a fit of giggles. Fred sat down on the middle step eyeing his brother carefully. It didn’t take a genius to see George wasn’t holding on much longer, the dark circles littering his eyes and the way he mussed up his already purposely messy hair just...didn’t comfort his older twin at all.

“George.” Fred sighed, George looking back at him, confused. He took his hands away from the merchandise Wonder Witch he’d been rearranging and gave him full attention.

“Take your lunch break early. And longer if possible.”

“Pffft, why would I do that when I have women to woo and boxes to juggle?”

“George.”

“Fred.”

“Stop, I mean it. You look half dead as it is, just go take a nap or get an espresso from the cafe down the aisle or something that reinforces the idea that yes, you are a human being and no, not a zombie.” Fred crossed his arms feeling suddenly a lot like Molly and dropped the cross. George pretended to ponder this tapping his chin, rather finding the mature brother role reversal funny as hell.

“Oh, alright, but can I still be a zombie when I get back?”

Fred hit him with a folder and sent him on his way.

-•-•-

You had just finished the lunch rush, finally being able to calm down and not have to worry about making one more goddamn Butterbeer Latte for at least another 20 or so minutes...until there’d be another rush. You grabbed a lemon scone, took off your apron and sat against the back counter. You inhaled the citrus scent, it was always something that you loved to savor, and took a bite.

The holidays for the Merlin’s Mochas, the cafe, had been absolutely atrocious so far. All you had for customers were angry businessmen, bratty kids and their upper class parents who let them run around the already small place being rude to everyone, your boss Lionel who had an affinity for calling every woman who worked there a “bitch” (...ok lionel) and to top it all off: you’d been pulling 9 hour days every day except sundays. Needless to say: you kind of super hated your job.

You had just finished your scone when you heard the door chime signal a customer, immediately wiping your hands on your jeans and restrapping your apron.

“Hi how can I-“ oh Jesus this is the hottest man I have ever seen. He was easily no older than 23, fiery red hair, a perfectly tailored striped terracotta suit, green tie, and the most gorgeous doe brown eyes you’d ever seen.

“How can you...?”

“Help you, ohmygod, I am so sorry I’m super-“

“Tired? Yeah me too...interesting how similar we are this early in the game hmm?” He winked at you and your knees felt too weak. No he was just a stupid hot customer that also was really hot and also? Was super hot. No worries, Y/N, just don’t die by 22 okay thanks.

“Very funny...wait are you-“ your finger led from him to the statue outside Wizard Wheezes, realizing a simple oh shit

“Yeah, that would be me. Or my twin Fred but we never really decided, that’s why he kind of looks like both of us mixed. Although we’re twins so we basically look the same anyway. I mean because were identical. Twins, yeah.” George, what the fuck is wrong with you, why are you sweating? She’s just a simply beautiful girl in a simply maddeningly purple coffee shop can you please breathe and not make yourself look stupid-

“Oh, wow! I’ve never met a twin before - not like twins are anomalies or anything it’s just so crazy. Science. Science is crazy” You closed your eyes and took a breath

“We should probably start over shouldn’t we?” You wrinkled your nose.

“That sounds much more redeeming than anything we both were about to say” George breathed out laughing softly, rubbing his hand through his hair.

“I’m George. Weasley. Like I said, I work at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, the shop over there, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen this place before...or you for that matter, I never forget a beautiful young woman.” He said smoothly, his heart steadily subsiding - something about you had the power to not only make him scared out of his mind, but also totally at ease.

You returned the smile, warmly, the blood rushing to your cheeks at his compliment and sticking your tongue to your teeth. “Well, George Weasley, of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes I’m Y/N Y/L/N. And yeah, we’re new around here,” you leaned further onto the counter, realizing, albeit a moment too late that your eye level was directly with his abs now, and although he was wearing a suit...you could definitely tell they were there.

“We erm, just opened three months ago. It’s honestly a bit of a time to work here.”

“Oh and why is that?”

“Well, nothing like a blatant sexist to run an entirely female employed establishment and weird stuffy rich people.” Your eyes widened suddenly, and you felt like you had said far too much far too soon. But he gasp-laughed - laugh that ended as soon as it began and burst into a smile...like you had shared a secret with him.

“What the hell is he doing here then? Got a boy’s club to run in a purple coffee shop?”

“I mean you never really know these days, George, imposters are among us at every moment” you purred and pushed off the counter, meaning it as a joke but George’s heart screamed when he heard your name. As you moved to the other edge of the counter, he followed you.

“What a resourceful and cruel young woman, I am starting to like you, Miss Y/L/N.” He clucked. “And do you think of me like you think of Mr. I-Hate-Women-That’s-Why-I-Hire-Them?” He got inches from your face, smelling the coffee beans and vanilla extract that riddled your skin.

“Hmm...Mr. Weasley, I’m not so sure.” You coyly stepped away from him and took long strides to the far end of the coffee bar by the wall. George immediately felt a pit of flirtatious butterflies and (arousal?) something more in his stomach, jaw dropped, he followed you again. He pressed his hands to the counter in front of you.

“Well, how can I convince you?” He asked rather quickly.

“Hmm...” you leaned forward like he did before and his breath hitched in his throat “...let’s get you a cuppa first.”

-•-

“Wait, okay let me get this straight-“

“Yes?”

“You have 6 other siblings.”

“Yes.”

“...because your mom wanted a girl?”

“That-that would in fact be true, yes.”

You thought for a moment.

“So you’re telling me after she made it through you two-“

“-she still wanted to have more of us, believe me, it races through my mind daily.” He nodded vehemently laughing with you. You two had taken to the empty cafe at a table nestled in the corner, him sitting in a chair across from you on a bench. You had both been cracking each other up with stories from your childhoods, like how you both had managed to never know of the other’s existence until now.

He’d discovered that you had transferred from Hogwarts to Beauxbatons early on in your fourth year. You, a Hufflepuff, loved the quiet and soft landscape of the French school. You both had absolutely no idea the other existed. How? The world may never know.

He was brash. You were careful.

He was already flying when you were just feeling comfortable learning how to walk.

But you sat there with him for the better amount of an hour and a half, laughing and interrupting each other with memories of the school years you had, some weird and strange, and especially during fourth year, hard for George to talk about.

Ginny, his baby sister, had almost died. And as he said to you in a candid and highly vulnerable state: he blamed himself for almost letting her go to this day.

“I...I really do believe it was my fault.”

“George, it couldn’t have been your fault. Hogwarts is a big freaking death trap - you and I both know that,” you had said with an exasperated laugh, eager to make him feel better in any facet.

“Yeah, but...I’m her big brother. Yes, she has five other older brothers but...we were supposed to protect her.” He swallowed and blinked back tears. “It was her first year, for Christ’s sake, and I paid about as much attention to her as a doorknob would.” He had rolled his jaw and taken a gulp of his gingerbread latte (you had said it was your favorite, and he was loathe to try anything else) and you had softly draped your hand on top of his.

“If she’s as kind and loving and funny as you, I’d love to meet her.” You quipped, a small smile growing on your face in effort to soothe. He had smiled back at you, turning your hand over in his and drawing his digits lazily over your palm.

“Funny, because I was thinking the same thing.”

-•-

He had told you to close your eyes, that much had been true.

See, his coffee had started to get cold. So, like if you give a mouse a cookie, he’ll have to have some milk-

If you give a George a latte he will have to not only have another one, but also feel the strenuous need to show off for you and take you to his place of work. Naturally. And it was so lucky that by the time he’d proposed you leave, he even helped you clean and lock up afterwards.

Truthfully, it almost scared you how much he had seemed to care.

“Alright, Y/N, darling, I’m going to release my hands on the count of three, yeah?”

“Perfect, Georgie” you giggled. You’d legitimately only knew him for so long, but you just...you trusted him. He grinned widely, his strong hands only applying a slight amount of pressure as not to hurt you.

“Alright, then. 1. 2-“ he took his hands off your eyes and watched you adjust not only to light, but to your surroundings as well.

“3.” He breathed out taking in the way you smiled like a teenager, face alight with pure inundating wonder. You squealed and started to run around the store.

“Look at these! Pygmy Puffs - ugh they’re so adorable look at this one! Oh, oh - ‘Fizzing Whizbees’ - these look absolutely wicked! And Per- ‘Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder’?” You picked up the glittery stone in your hand, and heard a smooth voice perk up behind you.

“A real money spinner, that one.” You turned around and there was a man that looked absolutely identical to George, although entirely different in the same way.

“Handy if you need to make a quick getaway,” you heard George on the other side of you. He smiled warmly down at you, nodding his head up to look at the twin across from him.

“Y/N, this is my-“

“-older, much more attractive and fiscally responsible brother.” He winked and you blushed almost immediately. “Fred. Weasley.”

“Y/N Y/L/N. Georgie has told me a lot about you and the shop - absolutely marvelous this place is, I cant believe you two created so much in such a short span of time. Brilliant it all is, really!” George had started to flush, rubbing his jaw to seemingly take the red away from his striking face. Fred, upon hearing the genuine warmth from your voice and the unmistakable use of “Georgie” had a small, but highly distinct aha moment:

“Well, we couldn’t have done it all on our own, one of our best friends helped us out a good lot. But thank you, really...it means so much when other people see how much we do and-” he looked directly at George.

“-acknowledge the things we love, right George?”

“Absolutely, Frederick.” Fred had given him the look that seemed to imply: “please, God, make a damn move.”

“Well, Y/N, I’m going to be off and woo some ladies, have a biscuit and do some paperwork” he smiled wide when you giggled, already enjoying your company.

“But I hope to see you again, very soon, yeah? Please stop by whenever you can, we’re alwYs just down the street.”

“Freddie, for your company, I’m not so sure, I’m still deciding.” You quipped. Fred laughed heartily at that and looked at George.

“Georgie, I like this one.” George looked at you and winked.

“Me, too Freddie, me too.” You leaned back on your heels as Fred padded back up the stairs to the flat, now completely alone with George. You threw your arms behind you back and forth and took a long stride to George.

“So...what are you those?” You nodded up to the array of pink bubbles in a clam shape in the corner. He hummed and reached to grab your hand.

“Love potions - c-can I show you?” He raised an eyebrow slightly, but he felt his whole body turn to mush when you accepted his hand and nodded slowly. As he walked with you, you memorized the feeling of his callouses and veins, the way your hand curled deliberately in his.

You wanted to make sure if it was the last time you felt something like that, you had that memory with you for a while.

“Essentially, if you give these to a person they will temporarily have feelings of love and attraction for you. Depending of course on the dosage you use and the weight of the person in question.” He explained. You watched the way his suit jacket pulled taut against his back muscles and instinctively wanted to honestly just take the whole thing off-

“Hmm...I don’t know about these, Georgie.” You hummed mischievously. Your heart was pounding in your chest.

He scoffed placing a dramatic hand over his heart. “Am i being questioned in my own establishment, Miss Y/L/N?”

You rolled your eyes and hit his arm, bowing slightly at him. “Well, do forgive my feminine insolence, Mr. Weasley, it’s not often I meet such bewitching mad scientists like you.” You watched his face grow blank for a moment at your compliment and immediately wanted to throw up.

“George, I’m really sorry, I know we just became friends-“

“Do you mean it?” He took a step towards you. You swallowed finding again his perfect milk chocolate eyes. You nodded.

“Hell yeah I did, you’re smart...and wicked hot” you both laughed at that. He took another step, the distance being unbearably harder to live in as his digits found a piece of hair and wound it behind your ear.

“Well, darling, the feeling is quite mutual.” He said quietly, taking in the whole of your face. He wanted to crash his lips onto every possible nook and crevice of your face, collide with you entirely.

“We’re going to have to do something about that, then, aren’t we?” You gently nudged his nose with yours and wrapped your arms around his neck, his strong and powerful arms pulling you to him gently. He wanted you to feel him not to break under his embrace. He leaned down and brushed his lips up to yours, feeling you whine and let out a minuscule sound.

“Got you making noises for me already and haven’t even kissed you yet, hmm?”

Your eyes fluttered close and one of your legs made it’s way in between his, snapping any chance at loose air between you two out of the way.

“Please, Weasley, pants a bit small for you?”

“Keep talking like that and they might, yeah.” You two laughed softly and with a final look to your lips he closed the last gap.

His mouth was perfect. His lips ghosted over yours one last time before wrapping every part of himself onto your frame, your lips entangled in each other like you’d never be able to taste him again.

But it was loving and slow and sweet. He tasted like gingerbread lattes and pastries and cinnamon and licking into his mouth you could feel the spice. He moaned lightly into your mouth, sending your knees buckling. He dipped you slightly, a hand traveling to your lower back to keep you steady, and his other hand coming up to nestle under the nape of your hair. Your hands caressed his face, his chest, needless to say? You wanted them everywhere. You wanted him everywhere.

The kiss broke and you and George were left breathless in each other’s hold, your foreheads pressed together as he kept you slightly dipped.

“Y/N, I’m feeling a bit tired” he quipped hoarsely, pressing a brief kiss to your lips and onto your neck. You hummed satisfactorily.

“Georgie, you’re gonna need another latte aren’t you?” You set multiple chaste kisses to his lips and cheeks, feeling him rumble with a small giggle. He caught your mouth with his and you moaned slightly.

“I’m gonna need a whole pot, to drink you in, love.”

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streetlight11 · 4 years ago

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Deep Scar

Summary: He used to be the popular kid in high school where everyone has a crush on him. He always gets Valentine's Day gifts be it presents, chocolates, homemade brownies, etc. He somehow brought his name to college where there were people who still finds him attractive. What happens when he bumps into a girl who treated him a lot different compared to others? Will he find out the truth behind her behaviour?

Theme: college au, childhood schoolmates but with a bad past

Genre: a little angsty, fluff ending though

Warnings: mild swearing (literally just one word), slight mention of harassment but nothing too crazy

WC: 4.6k

Pairing: Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

a/n: Hey hey :) I've had this in my google drive for quite sometime so my writing might not be so good here but bear with me. P.S the words in italics are his flashback, and hannie might sound like a jerk at one point but this doesn't portray him in real life because irl he's an absolute sweetheart :') Anyways, enjoy reading!

Coming to campus every morning only to find gifts and plenty of love letters in his locker has been becoming a daily routine for Jisung. Although he has never actually reciprocated any of them, he must admit that he did love the amount of attention that’s been drawn to him since back in high school.

He was the popular kid in school where he was known for his intelligence, charming personality and of course, his good looks.

Back in high school, girls would often slot in their confession letters in his locker almost everyday. Every Valentine’s Day, his table would be filled with chocolates and homemade brownies specially for him.

But all of those gifts would eventually be passed to his close friends for them to finish it for him.

Even now when he’s already in college, words spread around the campus of his status back in Saebom High, making everyone in Hankuk College know about him. Despite this new set of attention that was being directed towards him, he managed to make friends with a few people that he trusts.

Some of them were his classmates in college, some were his friends from music class, and some were his good friends back in high school.

That day was no different as he walked down the hall to go to his designated locker, only to find a pink paper that had been folded into a cute little heart.

“Another love letter? Dude, at this point you should really date one of them so that this whole shenanigan would stop.” Chan said with a soft chuckled as Minho and Jeongin nodded in agreement with the elder boy. Jisung rolled his eyes as he unfolded the paper and read the confession, that was pretty much the same as the other notes he received.

All of which, never got reciprocated simply because Jisung believes he hasn’t found anyone that peaked his interest yet.

After about 5 minutes, he slammed his locker shut as the four boys began to walk down the hall, not missing the constant shy giggles and whispers from every direction. Jisung simply walked with his charming smile plastered on his face, making some girls feel their heart flutter in their chest.

Just when they had made a left turn, a figure smaller than them came crashing straight into Jisung’s shoulder, causing both individuals to stumble back a step from the impact.

“Watch where you’re going, dumbass.” The girl who was rubbing her shoulder said as she locked eyes with him firmly. Jisung was slightly baffled as no other girl would even dare to look at him straight in the eye.

“Excuse me?” He said, his voice clearly confused but the girl simply rolled her eyes at him, slightly annoyed.

“You heard me. I don’t have to say it twice.”

“Do you even know who I am?” He asked, slowly starting to feel anger boiling through his veins.

“Do you think I care?” She taunts.

“Other girls would be scrambling away by now.”

“Oh, how exciting. Next time, wear side goggles so you can watch where you’re going.” Was all she said before she shoves past him to continue her journey down the hall to go to her class.

Everyone in that hallway was surprised with their little interaction. Some of them even snickered at her for behaving that way in front of him. As far as he knows, all the girls in school never dared to speak to him in person, nor would they even look at him straight in the eyes for they would either run away in embarrassment, or their face would turn flushed red.

Jisung tried not to think much of it as he continued his walk to his class.

During lunch, the boys had gathered at their usual table. However, Hyunjin and Seungmin were running slightly late this time. They were just a few bites into their meal when Hyunjin’s voice caught everyone at their table’s attention.

“Hey guys! Is it okay if our new friend joins us? She just transferred here so me and Seungmin offered her to have lunch with us.”

At the mention of a female, Jisung whips his head around, only to lock eyes with the same girl he bumped into just a few hours prior.

“You again? Try not to miss your mouth this time when you eat.” She said as her gaze locked on Jisung, leaving him speechless.

Hyunjin and Seungmin exchanged glances at each other in confusion but decided to just carry on with lunch as they ended up sitting with her. If she weren’t too direct, Jisung could almost agree that she was acting quite the opposite towards Hyunjin and Seungmin. Maybe with the others as well. She seemed genuinely friendly and almost effortlessly bright with them.

If he was being honest, it almost upsets him that she treated him like an outcast as compared to the rest of his close friends. Days slowly but surely became weeks as she started to grow visibly close to Hyunjin and Seungmin probably because they were her classmates.

It was a Friday evening and they all decided to go to a pool bar where they had pool tables for people to play and also have light drinks if they wanted to.

They rented out two tables for themselves as they divided into two teams.

“Y/N! Join our team!” Hyunjin called as Y/N giggled, only for her to catch Jisung staring at her from one of the high stools beside the bar.

“I’ll join if he does.”

She said as she nodded her head towards Jisung, only for the others to immediately drag him to Hyunjin’s pool table. The game soon started as Hyunjin served first. She seems to surprise them everytime she serves because all her shots were smooth and almost effortless. It was as if she’s done this multiple times.

“Wow, how are you so good at this?” Seungmin asked as she smiled at him, only to answer his question.

“I guess I’m pretty good at aiming.”

The boy giggled as they watched Hyunjin score a ball. All the while, Jisung was silently watching her by the side.

Not in a creepy way but more like in a confused way. After they finished their one hour at the pool bar, they left to get dinner but she decided to call it a day for her and that she needed to go home to feed her starving kitty.

The boys bid her goodbye as she left, only for Changbin to question his friend.

“Jisung ah, you cannot tell me you’re not the slightest bit intrigued by her…”

With that, Jisung frowned as his mind came swirling back to all the times they’ve hung out with her and gotten to know her better. From all the mean comments tossed at each other like they were flat bread, to the time where she seemed genuinely concerned when Jisung nearly got run over by a speeding truck.

“No… No I’m not.”

Only he knows that it was a total lie but he wasn’t going to admit it to his friends.

His ego was too high for him to easily admit that after all these years of girls trying so hard to win his attention, all he needed was Y/N to come into the picture and that was all it took for him to finally fall for someone.

Nobody needed to know his true feelings for her. He didn’t think it would be much of a big deal so he opted to keep his feelings to himself. It was another week into April, when Chan decided to invite them over to his apartment to hang out and chill on a chilly Saturday. Chan of course included Y/N in the list, hence the reason why she was currently standing outside his apartment door.

She was wearing a brown fitted crop top, her favourite denim ripped skinny jeans, a bomber jacket and her white converse.

She was greeted by Chan as he opened the door wider for her to enter.

She made it inside only to find Felix and Minho challenging each other in a game of Mario Kart Race. Hyunjin, Seungmin and Changbin were busy playing Call Of Duty on their phones. Jisung, Jeongin and Chan were in the kitchen, cooking up some hot kimchi stew.

Y/N took off her jacket as she went to snuggle in between Changbin and Hyunjin, watching them play an intense game of COD.

She was just laying her head on Changbin’s shoulder when he jerked forward, making her body shake as he turned to Hyunjin and high fived him after winning first place. Just then, he noticed the sad pout on her face at the loss of warmth, making him giggle as he sat back down to let her rest her head on his shoulder again before he whispered.

“Sorry baby.” She giggled as she pinched his abs, making him squeak. He laughed as he corrected himself.

“I’m just kidding.”

She smiled as she nuzzled into his shoulder while they were all occupied with doing their own things. A few minutes later, the 3 boys from the kitchen came back to the living room with the pot of kimchi stew and a rice bowl.

However, Y/N didn’t miss the subtle frown on Jisung’s face when he saw her leaning her head against Changbin’s shoulder.

The 9 of them began eating diligently as they fit in almost any possible topic they could think off. After they finished their meal, she offered to wash the dishes since they were all busy. Chan told her not to trouble herself but she insisted on helping him.

She was scrubbing the second last bowl when she heard Jeongin’s voice calling from the living room.

“Noona! Come join us after you’re done washing the dishes okay? We’re gonna play truth or drink!”

“Okay Jeonginie.” She sang in a sing-song tune as she could hear some of them chuckle in the back.

As promised, she joined them after she was done with the last bowl, only to sit in between Minho and Seungmin. They went in a circle starting from Chan. It was in a circle until it reached her, only for Changbin to eagerly raise his hand.

“Oh! Oh! I have a good one!” Changbin said as his inner corner of the lips curved up into a cute smile, making her giggle.

“If you could go back to your past, what is the one thing that you would choose not to do?” His question was good. It was theoretical but good.

Suddenly, her eyes just instantly found Jisung’s soft brown ones as she told them her answer.

“The one thing I would choose not to do? Probably allowing myself to think that whatever people said to me was true.”

The guys started to frown as they asked if something bad happened to her back then but she simply shrugged them off and told them to continue the game. It went on until it was Jisung’s turn, only for Y/N to speak up.

“I have something I wanna ask him.”

This came as a surprise for the others but they let her do the honours anyway.

“Do you remember the girl who confessed to you back in high school?” She said. His eyebrows began to link together as he frowned at her sudden question.

“Huh?”

“The one where you rejected her confession by humiliating her in front of the whole school?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Think harder.” She said.

Suddenly, memories start to flood in his mind like a flash flood.

“H-Hi. I made these for you. I hope you like cupcakes. I k-know a lot of other girls do this for you too, b-but… I-I just thought maybe I should give you something too. I- umm, I like y-you Han Jisung.” The girl confessed as she held out the box filled with her homemade cupcakes that she took time to bake for him the night before.

She bit the inside of her cheeks nervously as she diligently avoided his gaze. Just when she saw his arms reaching out to her thinking he was going to take the box from her, he forcefully smashed the box down making it slip out of her hands.

The students around them began to laugh as Jisung lifted a brow at her.

“Did you really think I’d accept your confession? Look at you. Who would date a girl who ties their hair in pigtails, have her tummy sticking out of her uniform shirt and constantly push the bridge of your spectacles up every 5 minutes? Have you seen yourself in a mirror? Nobody will ever fall for you.”

With that being said, he kicked the metal box away to reveal the fallen cupcakes as he went ahead and stepped on them like it was an insect.

The whole school laughed at her as she ran to the girls bathroom and locked herself in there as she cried her heart out. She was only 13 so it was slightly depressing for her to go through this terrible rejection.

Not only did he reject her in cold blood, he also humiliated her in front of everybody in the process. However, what made her even more upset is the fact that he didn’t seem to feel the slightest bit of remorse for saying those things to her.

That memory was as clear as day as he winced at the thought of how immature he was back then. Nevertheless, he didn’t forget the question he got from Y/N as he went ahead to answer her.

“Yeah… Yeah I remember…”

“Do you remember what you said to her?” Her voice softened as she kept her eyes on him while the rest of them had their eyes trained back and forth between Jisung and her.

“I said… I said she should look at herself in the mirror and that no one will ever fall for her.”

The boys were shocked by how harsh he was to that said girl. Y/N could only smile sadly to him as she slowly continued.

“Do you feel bad saying those things to her now?”

Without much thought, he replied something that broke her heart.

“Why should I?” With that, she tried to hold back her tears as she looked at him dead in the eye before saying these next few words.

“Looks like you’re still that same cocky bastard huh?”

She soon got up from her seat on the floor, only to grab her things to leave when Jisung stood up to grab her wrist, stopping her from taking any more steps further.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, now genuinely confused as to what was going on.

“You’re really dense for someone as arrogant as you.” A scoff left her lips as her eyes bore into his, hoping he understood what she meant. After what felt like forever, Jisung finally realized as it was as though his life just flashed before his eyes.

“Wait… that was you?!” His voice was loud as it was laced with confusion and slight disappointment.

“And what happens if I say yes? Are you gonna ask me if I’ve looked into the mirror and realize that no one will ever fall for me?”

Her words stinged like venoms as he winced yet again but this time, at how hurt she seemed. She didn’t realise this but her tears were no longer held back as a few droplets rolled down her cheeks.

“Your words hurted me back then. So I tried to ignore it and move on. But when you said your answer just now, I realized that maybe you really are just an arrogant jerk.”

She finally pulled her arm out of his grasp as she left without sparing a glance to the others. Jisung has never felt so utterly remorseful, today was the first time. He mentally scolded himself for saying those words back when he was young and immature.

He has never felt so fucked up before, this was definitely the first.

A few days went by, Y/N hasn’t talked to either of the boys, not even Hyunjin and Seungmin. Every time Jisung tried to reach out to her, she would always successfully avoid him. It has been almost 2 weeks since they last talked to her as the boys agreed to go release their stress by going to the downtown club.

They had booked a booth for all 8 of them as they sat in there with some girls coming back and forth to try and get laid with either one of them.

Just then, Jisung’s eyes seemed to scan the room only to see a familiar figure dancing freely on the dance floor. He frowned as he rubbed his eyes to make sure they weren’t playing tricks on him.

He double confirmed that it was in fact Y/N, as he got up and left the booth ignoring the boy’s calls.

Right when he was about to reach the dance floor, he saw her deliberately get dragged through the sweaty, intoxicated humans and towards the back door. He followed them close behind as he saw her struggling to free herself from the man’s hold.

The minute she was out the back, the man pushed her against the brick wall as he attacked her neck forcefully.

“Stop!” She begged.

The man ignored as he started to caress her waist and moved up.

“Stop it!” She tried again as tears started to roll down her cheeks desperately.

The minute she managed to put a distance between herself and the man, the metal back door swung open harshly only for her to lock eyes with Jisung as he rushed down the steps, only to land a solid punch to the man’s jaw.

The man fell to the ground drunkenly as he struggled to stand back up.

“What the fuck man? Get your own girl!” The man said as he grabbed Y/N’s wrist and was about to pull her when Jisung roughly shoved him off again.

The man threw a few drunk punches to Jisung and soon they were both in a fist fight. The two males were starting to have blood clots and bruises all over their bodies and faces when Hyunjin and Changbin came to stop the fight.

“Jisung! Jisung! That’s enough!” Hyunjin yelled as they both grabbed Jisung by his arms and pulled him back.

“Don’t ever touch her again.” Jisung growled as the man stumbled back into the club.

Y/N frowned as she visibly hugged herself, only to see Hyunjin and Changbin give Jisung a subtle nod before they both went back inside, giving privacy to Jisung and Y/N. Once they were alone in the dark alley, that’s when she spoke up.

“Why did you come? Afraid someone might fall for me?”

“You clearly weren't comfortable with him.”

“So what? Why do you care? It’s not like he would fall in love with me. Who am I for someone to even like me? Right?”

Jisung frowned as he called out her name softly but she was quick to intercept.

“I didn’t go to Hankuk to get back at you for what you did to me. Never in a million years did I think I’d even see you again. But now that you’re standing here in front of me, that very day comes back to haunt me again. Because of your words, I have been so afraid of falling for someone, even just a tiny crush. That’s what you did to me Han Jisung and I don’t think I can ever forgive you for that.”

With that being said, she turned in her heels and left. Jisung stood there like an idiot as he cursed himself for letting her walk away yet again.

If this happened back in high school, he would probably laugh at her. But now that he was actually starting to like her, he has never felt so upset and disappointed. This was probably even worse than a break up.

She refused to speak to him for days after as she avoided everyone in the friend group.

It was a gloomy Friday night as she was laying on her couch sideways, watching a sappy romantic movie to drown her sadness. She was wearing a loose sweater that made it look like a dress on her. Her calf high socks and a pair of shorts she always wore to sleep.

She had just thought about what she could get for supper when there was a knock on her door.

“Who the hell comes at a time like this?” She thought to herself as she went over to her door and opened it without checking the peephole first. She almost stumbled as she locked eyes with the same pair of brown orbs that she’s been trying so hard to avoid for the past few weeks.

“Jisung? What are you doing here?” She asked, genuinely shocked at how he knew her address.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Please just hear me out. I don’t need you to say anything, I just need you to listen.”

She fell silent for a moment before she opened the door wider for him to enter. Once inside, he followed her to her living room, only for them to sit 3 feet apart. She urged him with a slight nod as he took a deep breath and soon began.

“Look. I know whatever I did to you back then was horrible. It was my ego talking. I didn’t know any better. We were so young… How could I possibly feel bad at the time when all I thought was to reject you?”

Just then, she cut him in by saying something that made him rethink his choices.

“You’re telling me that everything you said to me meant nothing to you just because it wasn’t you who received it?”

“I… I wasn’t thinking. I was young-”

“Bullshit. Even a 5 year old kid knows what’s nice and what’s hurtful to say to others. Don’t pull the young card on me.”

“Y/N please-”

“Get out. If you’re still gonna be the same arrogant, highly egoistic jerk then get out. You’ve said things that left a deep scar in my life and here you are saying it doesn’t mean anything? Get out.”

“Y/N-”

“I said get out!” She finally screamed as her chest was heaving, her tears streaming down her face in anger but she didn’t care. She got up as she dragged him to the door, while he tried to fight back. The minute he was out, she slammed the door behind her only to lock it as she found herself sliding down the door, only to sit on the wooden floor.

Her cries were soft, but they were filled with so much pain. On the other side of the door, Jisung could hear her cries as he too kneeled on the ground with his hands against the door.

He could hear her loud and clear as he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. He couldn’t bear to say a word to her as he remained quiet.

The next morning, Y/N woke up suddenly wanting to get herself breakfast to clear her memory from last night. She got out of bed, took a warm shower, got changed into her sweatpants, a big hoodie and a cap. She unlocked her door and had just taken a step outside when she jumped at the slight of Jisung seated on the ground beside her apartment door.

Since he was a light sleeper, the sound of her door opening, woke him up as he quickly got on both feet.

Before she could re-enter her apartment, he pressed his palms against the door to prevent her from closing it as he spoke up softly.

“Y/N, please, please let me explain.” He begged as she wasn’t sure why but she decided to let him in. Once he was inside, they didn’t even bother to go anywhere further into her apartment as he stood by the door and began to explain himself.

“Y/N, please listen to me. I know what I did was bad. At the time, I didn’t realise how humiliating it was for you. But now that I’m an adult, I realized that my actions were extremely horrible and I would never, ever do that to anyone now.” He paused before he continued on.

“I know that whatever I said and did back then, I can’t take any of it back. And I don’t blame you for not forgetting or forgiving me for it. I admit that I deserve this from you. All I ask is for you to give me another chance to start over. But I understand if you want nothing to do with me.” He said with a tiny hope laced in his voice although he wasn’t so confident that she would forgive him this time.

She knew he felt guilty for whatever he did back then so it wasn’t wrong for her to give him a second chance right?

“How would I know you’re not just acting this way to set me up for humiliation again?” She asked.

“Would I say all those things and bring my ego down just to prove that I felt like utter shit after everything you told me, only to humiliate you even further?”

“Nobody knows what your ego is capable of.”

“If my words won’t convince you, would my actions do?”

“What if you do it, only to leave and tell on me to everyone else?”

“I can’t seem to get your trust now, can I?”

“Try being in my shoe and you’ll know.”

“Y/N please… I know I left a deep scar on you emotionally and mentally back then, but please… I beg you, please just… let me start over. I need you to trust me just this once.”

“Fine. But if you abuse my trust, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“Believe me, you have no idea how fucked up I felt that night at Chan’s.”

Right after he finished his sentence, he didn’t waste anymore time as he reached up to cup her face in both hands and soon kissed her. She instantly melted against his body as he pulled her closer by the waist. His kisses were so gentle, as if he was afraid he would break her again.

His touch was soft as he slid his hands under her shirt only to draw random patterns onto her waist.

Just then, he pulled away from her lips but it was so addicting he couldn’t help but peck her lips one last time before he spoke up.

“I’m really, really sorry Y/N for everything back then. I couldn’t help but feel like complete shit after that night when I found out that was you. You don’t have to forgive me, I totally understand.”

Y/N just smiled as she gently tangled her fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck before she spoke up.

“Would I have let you kiss me if I was still mad?”

He remained quiet as she then continued.

“Besides, I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself so please, don’t take advantage of this.” She warned gently.

Jisung kissed her for slightly longer before he pulled away and whispered against her lips.

“I promise.”

With that, she smiled as she wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest while he snaked his arms around her smaller figure.

Ever since then, Jisung did everything he could to redeem himself for what he did to her back in high school. She slowly began to fall for him as she gave him a solid second chance and she could see how genuine he was now whenever he did something nice for her. Even if he didn’t say it out loud, she knew that he really tried his best to win her heart. And it worked.

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keelywolfe · 5 years ago

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FIC: Alstroemeria

(A Spicyhoney ‘The Village’ AU)

The story so far:

Sable | Blue on Black | Midnight | Ebony Falling | Golden

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It wasn’t uncommon for Rus to wake up alone, the soft furs and blankets next to him already cool. Edge didn’t seem to mind if Rus slept as long as he liked. There were no chickens waiting to be fed here, no elderly cow lowing to be milked. The grandfather clock in the parlor that Blue kept carefully wound wasn’t there ticking away the seconds, ready to bong out a reminder that it was time for sensible people to be up and about.

For all that it was sometimes tempting to stay abed, snuggled into the warmth with the hope Edge would soon rejoin him, Rus still usually forced himself to roll out of bed and dress. If Edge could spend hours wandering in the cold, then the least Rus could do was have a warm meal waiting for him when he returned. Today, a hearty porridge seemed in order. Even with the warmth coming from the walls, Rus felt a bit chilled. Neither of them had much in the way of a wardrobe, but Edge did have a few of those long red cloaks.

Rus felt somewhat guilty stealing the most threadbare one, layering on over his daily clothes. He felt a brief flash of disconcertment, wrapping himself in that forbidden color, but banished it easily. His fears over a mere shade of red no longer had a hold over him.

It was long enough to drag on the ground and Rus had to be wary about tripping over the hem. The extra warmth was more than worth the effort and he hummed happily beneath his breath as he made his way to the kitchen.

Soon enough there was a pot of water simmering on their heating stone. Now that Rus was getting the hang of his magic, he could change the temperature on his own with decent results.

Back in the village, the only porridge Rus ever ate was what his brother cooked and his was done with hearty oats, sweetened with cream and plenty of molasses. Rus knew the names Edge taught him for the seeds and grains he used here, but in truth, they were only meaningless words. It only told him what they were called, not what they were, and all he knew was they were certainly not oats.

They did make for a lovely thick porridge, but there the resemblance ended. What Edge taught Rus to add in made for a savory breakfast, stirring in bits of meat along with dried pods that added a biting spice. There were times Rus missed that morning sweetness though he would admit, this porridge did wake one up nicely.

He left it to cook, padding out to the front room to peek out the doorway. The biting cold made him gasp, burrowing deeper into his borrowed cloak. There was nothing but whiteness as far as the eye could see, heaps of snow glittering in the frozen winter sunshine. No splash of crimson was in sight, no eveidence of his husband returning with a coney or two in hand for their dinner, perhaps even a pheasant, winter-tough to stew for long hours into a delicious soup.

Even empty-handed, Rus would have been delighted to see Edge. Partly simply to adore him, but also he was hopeful to investigate that trunk of books again. None of the others he’d selected turned out to be as...as sinful as that first and he shamefully curious as to what the others held.

There was no sign of Edge, not even his footsteps in the crust of the snow. That was a skill Rus was curious about learning, he’d have to remember to ask after the trick of it.

Rus sighed out a frozen puff of air and dashed back inside to the warmth, heading in to give the porridge a stir. Perhaps Edge only just left before he woke, Rus consoled himself. He might be an hour or more yet, walking his trap lines. Plenty of time for the porridge to cook and be ready to ladle out.

But as the hours crawled by, consolation became more difficult. He let the porridge cook until it was nearly mush before he took a bowl for himself, eating listlessly and setting the pot aside to reheat when Edge returned. Whenever he looked outside, the sun marked the passage of time and still, there was no sign of Edge, no clue as to when he might return.

When, not if, Rus refused to let that thought take hold. He couldn’t push it away entirely, that niggling, taunting voice sounded entirely too much like one of the Elders. What would he do if Edge didn’t return? What if Edge was hurt, lying injured in the snow, his strength draining away. Or what if the Villagers pushed aside fears and superstitions and came into the Woods, determined to punish Rus for his impudence as the hunted him down, hurting any of Edge’s people they came across.

The people of the wood were strong, but those of the Village were many and Rus was terrified to think of what might become of both sides if they met in anger.

Enough, he told himself sternly, there wasn’t much point in sitting around being a goose about all this. Edge was later than normal but the day wasn’t yet over and Rus wasn’t about to starve anytime soon. Even without fresh meat, their storage room brimmed with supplies and Rus would do quite well here until spring, even alone.

He tried not to think very hard about being alone.

Back in their bedroom, Rus curled up on the cushion that served as a chair. Since he’d learned to heat stone, Edge taught him if he warmed the one that was beneath the low table and then draped a blanket overtop the table itself, it made for a luxuriously warm place to tuck one’s legs while one knitted or read, sipping tea, even if the cup was his daily one of slippery elm rather than the sweet leaf he was growing to adore.

He managed to add several rows to his scarf, but when he began to drop stitches, a certain tremble cropping up in his hands, Rus was forced to set it aside. He couldn't concentrate, not when he was so terribly worried.

He drew Edge’s cloak tighter around his shoulders, curling up in the crimson depths. With his face buried in the rough folds, he could smell Edge’s spicy scent, breathed it in as tears began prickling at his sockets.

Please, let him be safe, please, bring him home to me…

His prayer to the Angel was barely begun when Rus suddenly heard something in the entrance room, the heavy shuffling of one coming in from the cold. Rus scrambled out from the table, banging his knee painfully but even that wasn’t enough to stop him from dashing to the cave entrance, equally ready to throw himself into Edge’s arms as to scold him for worrying him so.

What he saw as the room came into view didn’t quite register at first, and when it did Rus slowed so abruptly, he nearly tripped over his own feet, the overly long cloak tangling around his legs. Before him was not one tall figure in a red cloak but several, masks in place, and for a moment, terror overwhelmed him. Strangers had come, but he’d heard no sound from the jangling bells that served as a warning when anyone approached. Did someone figure them out, silence them in order to creep into their home?

He nearly fled, thinking of trying to hide in the dark caves in the back, past the painted map of stars. And then he recognized that snaggle-toothed skull one was wearing.

In nearly the same moment Edge caught sight of him and his own mask was instantly raised as he called out, reassuringly, “Rus! Safe! Friends!”

Friends, indeed. The other masks were raised as well to reveal the Dog family, his fear fading quickly, and Rus almost clapped his hands in delight.

Concern came quickly on the heels of that. Had something happened to that fascinating home that had so welcomed him when he desperately needed it? Perhaps not, they only greeted him with smiles and before Rus could scrounge up a welcome from his still-meagre vocabulary, Mother swooped in, pulling him into a grand hug that squeezed out his very breath. The boy followed, barking his name excitedly while Father watched indulgently from his place beside Edge.

Cloaks were gathered and hung to dry, boots and masks set by the door and by the time that was finished, Rus found a new bother to fuss over. “i haven’t made any tea! surely you’re all hungry, we’ll need something for supper, and--”

“Rus,” Edge interrupted gently. “Use words for all.”

Oh, of course, the Dogs couldn’t understand village speak. Rus opened his mouth, but found himself unable to say a word, all his lessons flittering away. They were all watching him expectantly, waiting, and Rus was suddenly back at the Village school, trying desperately to force out his spelling words while the other students watched him jeeringly, the pedagogue waiting with ruler in hand, ready to give Rus’s already sore knuckles a rap for his failure.

Tears began to well, hot embarrassment flushing his cheekbones but before Edge could take so much a step towards him, concern rising on his face, Mother Dog made a low, crooning sound, embracing him and waving Edge away with an impatient hand.

Her words were quick and scolding, “Let him be! Here we are, visitors fresh from the wood and you expect him to chatter to us?”

“I wasn’t--” Edge began, protesting. He fell silent as Mother Dog swelled up like an angry chicken, arm around Rus as she led him away.

“Yes, yes, you two keep to your talk! Come along, Rus, let us make tea,” Mother Dog soothed, pulling him in the direction of their kitchen area. Rus followed meekly, casting a glance back to see Edge watching them in bemusement.

Mother moved with easy competence despite the unknown kitchen, bustling about, pushing Rus gently down to sit as she drew water to heat.

Once it was set upon the heating stone, she turned back to Rus with an easy smile, saying slowly and carefully, “Edge came to-day, asking for us to visit. He says you learn our speech.”

Rus nodded. Now that he was calmer without so many eyes upon him it was easier to remember those lessons. ”i do, but slowly,” he admitted.

Mother laughed, rummaging through the small baskets that lined the stone shelves. She made a satisfied sound as she found the one with tea leaves, measuring out a handful to add to the steaming water. “It is well! It is good you are here. You and Edge are well met. He has been very alone. He needed a --”

The word she said was not one he knew. His confusion must have been apparent, for she furrowed her furry brow and tried again, “One to care for and one to care for him?”

That sounded perfectly lovely, much better than the pronouncement from the Elder at a village wedding about a spouse obeying the word of their husband. “i do care for him, very much. only,” Rus looked down at his hands, fiddling with a threadbare patch in the cloak as he confessed. “i’m not sure how well i am for him. he knows i can’t give him children.”

She scoffed as though it were a piddling concern, not one that should have kept Rus unwed through all his years. “What of it? A partner to keep away the lonely, that is what he needs. If a child is wanted, one will come by other means.” She sounded so confident, clasping one hand over her sternum. “Here is what matters.”

Rus murmured, “k’uhah.”

Mother blinked, startled, though her fierce expression softened, “Yes. Does he say so to you, then yes.” She turned away, finding the leftover porridge pot and sniffed it before setting it to heat. “You made?”

“yes. edge has been teaching me,” Rus admitted shyly. He looked up at the scuff of a foot to see the boy peering in curiously. When their gazes caught, his tail began to wag slowly, hopefully. The speed increased eagerly when Rus patted the seat next to him, the boy scampering in to join them.

“Yes,” she nodded, pleased. She reached over to scratch at her son’s ears, smiling as his tail thumped all the louder. “That is well. To learn from each other. Let me teach you as well?”

“i’d like that.” He’d take any chance to better his homemaking skills, eager to do his part. “first, i would know your name.”

Her laughter was bright, nearly a howl. “I am Britta, and this is Banquo. We are well met of you, Rus.”

“well met,” Rus echoed, smiling helplessly.

Well met, indeed.

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Once the tea was brewed and the porridge reheated, the two of them carried it to what Rus considered the parlor, Banquo trailing behind them with bowls.

Rus was quite worried there wouldn’t be enough, but Britta fearlessly added in slices of root vegetables and grains, then quickly stirred up a soft dough that she directed Rus to fry into small cakes. His first attempt was perhaps overbrown, but the rest were golden and perfect, carried proudly in with the rest.

Father Dog and Edge were already there, each seated on a cushion. There were more than usual, Rus saw, laid out in a circle around the rug and Britta knelt in the middle, directing Banquo and Rus to lay down their burdens as well.

Into each bowl she tucked a cake and a portion of porridge, handing one to Father and Edge. They were deep in discussion and Rus couldn’t quite follow the conversation, something about lands? He wasn’t sure.

But he could only watch in horrified surprise as Britta waded between them, loudly announcing, “Enough, enough, it is eating time!”

In the village, a spouse would never be so bold as to interrupt their husband. Father Dog only woofed out a laugh and gave Britta a slap on the rear that left Rus aghast. She only laughed, ladling out more bowls for her son and Rus.

“Eat,” Britta ordered him and even though he’d eaten earlier, Rus meekly took his bowl as he was told. She reminded him painfully of Dogaressa, that same motherly sternness and affection along with the floppy ears.

He took his bowl over by Edge, forgoing a cushion to sit near to him, scandalously close for Village folk, but Rus suspected their guests were not ones to mind. Neither was Edge. He only paused in his eating, swallowing his last mouthful to look down at Rus. His raised brow bone confused Rus until Edge gave the clasp of the cloak a light tug, an unasked question hanging between them.

Ah.

All Rus could offer was a sheepish shrug. He had no excuses for stealing from Edge’s wardrobe other than the simple desire to wear it. Edge did not seem to mind. He only tucked the folds closer around Rus, making sure he was bundled up well even though the caves were quite warm. He leaned against Edge’s knee boldly and the only thing that happened was a gentle hand resting on his skull, smoothing over the bone with affection. No one fainted from the lack of propriety, the heavens did not open and strike him down for his impetuousness.

Rus smiled inwardly and leaned against Edge a bit more as he picked up his bread and used it to scoop up his porridge like the others.

Almost before they’d finished eating, Banquo was nodding off, one long ear trailing into his bowl. His mother tucked it back, patting his head indulgently, though Rus would admit, she seemed somewhat weary as well.

When Edge was finished, he collected the bowls and announced, “Our guests will be staying for a few days. Come, I will show you where you can rest.”

“wait!” Rus blurted. All of them turned to him and Rus squirmed, choosing his words carefully. “i am well met with britta and banquo, but i have not your name.”

Father Dog grinned and Rus blinked as he bowed his head over his clasped hands much as the Wolf had when Rus healed him. “I am called Mathon.”

His hearty voice was so like Dogamy, that jovial warmth and Rus could only smile weakly, mimicking the clasped hands and bowed head awkwardly as he said, “i am called rus.”

His laughter was not unkind as Mathon said, “This I know. Sleep well, one called Rus, we shall meet again in the morning.”

With that, he followed Edge from the room, back into the deeper caves where Rus was certain Edge would set up pallets for them.

He went back to the kitchen on his own, tidying up the pots and wiping off the cooled cooking stone. By the time he was finished, Edge returned with the bowls already washed and set them in their place.

“you might have told me we were having guests,” Rus told him tartly. “i would have been better prepared.”

That Edge looked oddly uncertain made him regret his words. It was uncommon for him to be the comforting one, but Rus did it hastily, reassuring him with words and a kiss both, “not that i mind! i’m wonderfully happy to see them. i only worried that you were gone so very long.”

Edge returned his kiss, murmuring contritely, “No worries, k’uhah.”

Always that word sent happiness to curl in Rus’s soul, the very same one he’d pledged to the one whose mouth was gently taking his own. But when Edge made to deepen the kiss, those tricksy hands of his parting Rus’s robe to explore within it, Rus jerked away from him, hissing out, “not now! we have guests!”

Or he tried to jerk away, but the wall was behind him, its warmth seeping through the back of his cloak even as Edge tried to find a way through the front. Rus could escape if he truly wished, but a single finger sliding in between the buttons of his shirt to stroke his ribs was already enough to weaken him.

“They will not hear,” Edge murmured confidently.

“you might think so but i’m not so sure!” Rus scolded, squirming in his persistent embrace. There wasn’t so much as a curtain shielding any of the doorways, anyone could wander in hoping for a cup of water and find them “dogamy could hear a fly drop at ten paces back in the village.”

That gave Edge a pause. He drew back, his head tilting curiously. “Dogamy?”

“he’s a neighbor. was a neighbor. he...he helped me, before.” Rus swallowed hard, not wishing to speak about the exact nature of Dogamy’s assistance. “he rather resembles mathon, it’s uncanny, i wouldn’t wonder if they were cousins of some sort.”

Even as he said it, he realized what a peculiar thought that was. Cousins with a Monster of the Wood? It couldn’t be possible.

Edge didn’t seem interested in pursuing that line of thought. He was much more fascinated in tracing Rus’s cervical vertebra with his tongue despite half-hearted protests.

“They won’t hear us,” Edge murmured teasingly. His breath was damp and warm, gusting enticingly over damp bone, “not over their own sounds.”

Surely it was true and yet. Perhaps this was perfectly common to Edge’s people but to Rus, the impropriety was more than he could stand, shame starting to overlay pleasure. Foolish as it was to think a closed door made any difference, Rus couldn’t help shaking his head, whispering regretfully, “i can’t.”

Edge paused and drew back, his crimson gaze studying Rus’s face. Despite knowing that Edge never had never pressed him for his marital rights, not once, had indeed waited until Rus was the one making impatient demands, Rus still shivered beneath that gaze, swallowing hard. He wouldn’t, he would never—

That gaze softened immediately, gentled, and Edge’s next kiss landed on the little ridge of Rus’s nasal bone. “No, no, no?” Edge teased softly and Rus couldn’t help laughing.

“all right, you. no, no, no. are you ready to sleep? i…i’d like to be close to you,” Rus admitted shyly.

His yelp when Edge scooped him up was embarrassingly loud, Rus clapping both hands over his mouth to stifle his giggles as Edge carried him to their rooms only to set him back on his feet with exaggerated courtesy.

“thank you, good sir—” Rus began and broke off on a dismayed yelp as Edge pressed a messy kiss to his cheek bone, good heavens, did Edge actually lick him??

“you are a brat!” Rus told him sternly, in his own language so there could be no mistake. Edge’s grin was as youthful and winsome as the pup sleeping in the nearby cave and Rus gave in with a soft laugh. “a brat,” he repeated. But when Edge tugged him into his arms, Rus snuggled in close.

Tomorrow would bring a new adventure, Rus was sure. Best to be well rested.

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #village au

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airiat · 5 years ago

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tagged by: @doomedteaparty (thank u v much my dear friend ☺️)

rules: answer the questions and then tag 20 people

name: sarah

nicknames: my name is kind of just so basic that you really can’t come up with a nickname for it. that said, i do have a friend who calls me “sar-bear”

zodiac sign(s): capricorn sun, aquarius moon, scorpio rising (yeah i’m an astrology nerd what about it)

gender: female

sexuality: golly gee i sure wish i knew

favorite color: blue is always a classic, purples (especially light purple), and earthy greens

time right now: 3:53 am

average hours of sleep: it varies wildly. never less than 4, never more than 12

the last thing i googled: made to order wooloo plushie 👀

number of blankets: 6; four comforters, one weighted blanket, and a throw blanket

favorite fictional character: other than the obvious (cough cough teldryn), i really love chloe decker from the tv show lucifer. also fiona gallagher from shameless

what are you wearing right now: ex boyfriend’s wolf t-shirt, pajama shorts, and mismatched socks

favorite book: i really don’t read. i can’t think of one off of the top of my head right now

favorite musician: tbh i listen to like 100s of different musicians, but based purely on my spotify library, odesza is the one artist whom i have the most songs saved from, which is still not very reflective of my taste

dream job: well, i’m studying to be a clinical psychologist, but being a writer would be cool too

number of followers: 1,443 but most of them are from a long time ago (i used to run a decently popular hippie aesthetic blog don’t laugh ok) and most are inactive now i would wager

when did you create your account: like 90% sure it was in 2012

what do you post about: y’all know me—i’m all about the aesthetic (forest/nature/FLOWERS/fantasy-esque), also the elder scrolls (mostly skyrim), stuff about my oc’s/fics/writing, the occasional screenshot/personal post, and my Steaming Hot Takes lol

what made you get an account: idk i was a freshman in high school and it was the hip thing to do i guess

when did your blog reach its peak: uh, define peak. popularity? 2014-2015. personal fulfillment? right now

do you get asks on a daily basis: nope! and i never have. my takes aren’t hot enough yet ig

why did you choose your url: there’s a story, but it’s a lame one. i used to ride horses and my favorite pair of riding pants were by the brand “Ariat” i liked the sound of that phonetically, so i just added the extra i (so now it’s AIR-ee-aht instead) and because back like 3 years ago when i made this url, having a short, one word url was The Thing to do. also, it could kind of be a first name, so if you wanted to call me that you could

tagging:

@curiousartemis @diamond-loki @aetheriumity @happi-iris @that-nordic-bish @ash-yam-stew @sunshine-tes @blazingsnark @dralsi @a-daedras-best-friend @indoril-nerevar-mora & whoever else wants to spill the tea ab themselves

#tagged games #about

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sea-and-storm · 6 years ago

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DANCE : Ghoa Drabble

As Ghoa stood upon the beaches of Shirogane, eyes closed and head tilted upwards towards the sky, she reveled in the sound of the waves gently lapping at the shore. It was early in the morning; far earlier than even the previous day when she had thought to make a stop by the clinic before tending to other business. But this view, this feeling, was absolutely worth the lost bells of sleep. It was almost enough to coax all the worries from her mind. Almost.

Yet the prospect of a return trip to the Steppe weighed heavily on her since it had been decided the day prior. Ghoa had quickly canceled the rest of her business plans for that day and had instead spent the time preparing and relaying the morning's happenings to Lehko'a. Needless to say, rest hadn't come easily to either of them by the time night had fallen.

Yet just as prominent in her mind as the worries of what would await them on the journey was the memory of Anchor's insults. It wasn't that he had insulted her period that had struck her wrong, but what he had accused her of being. Not that he had accused her of seducing and whoring, but that he had all but called her useless.

It had made her blood boil hot in the moment, but now it just left her with a cool determination -- and perhaps a lingering mild irritation, besides. When the words had left his mouth, she had been so very tempted to do to him what she had done to the Jhungid who had boarded their cart to him. Let him see just how useless I am, she had thought. And if the others had not been so much more calm and civil than the pair of them, then she might have just tried it.

Still, even if that impulse to grab hold of the man and let that crackling aether flow had passed, the desire to prove him wrong lingered. Anchor knew much less of Ghoa and what she was capable of than he thought he did. She might not have been able to wield a sword as deftly and fatally as he could, but she had been a stormcaller long before she had been a seductress.

Each barefooted step across the sand brought Ghoa closer to water set alight with the red-hold hues of dawn. She had tried to pick a corner of beach secluded enough not to be bothered, at a time when most were still abed or only just beginning their day. It was best if she was alone, able to concentrate on what she was doing without having to worry about any audience.

The petite Xaela came to a stop once she felt the saltwater at her ankles, kneeling down to let her hands lie flat, palms downward facing, against the surface. Her eyes fell shut as she pulled a slow, deep breath of briny air in her lungs and held it there. And as she finally exhaled again, as she pushed herself up to her feet, so too rose the water in between her palms.

She might not have been useless, but Ghoa knew she was still sorely out of practice. After having been chosen by the Kharlu, she had largely renounced her clan's magicks out of protest. Even after having left the Steppe entirely, the only time she had called upon the storm had only been when it was absolutely necessary. Still, it had almost always answered, though perhaps not in the exact manner she had hoped. If she were to prove that she could be useful now, then that ability -- like a muscle long ago left to wither -- would have to be stretched again.

And so, with nothing but the sound of the waves as her music, she danced.

It began slowly. Languid, sweeping gestures combined with steady, graceful steps. As her hands moved, so did the water follow, stretching to long streams and then curling back in on itself into a roughly shaped ball. It seemed almost a living, breathing being of its own as it followed wherever the gentle pull of her aether guided it, but remained ever under the dancer's control.

Yet with each passing moment, the dance began to grow in intensity and complexity. Her slow movements were quickening, the simple gestures like pulling the water from one hand to the other becoming intricate twists and flourishes. And as time marched on, as the dance continued, the almost effortless grace that she had started with was beginning to crumble under the more taxing strain. Her muscles were beginning to ache, her lungs burned, and sweat beaded at her brow. Still, she danced -- until one awkward, sluggish step caused her to fall down to a knee and the water held under her control dropped to the sea below with a splash.

Ghoa pressed her eyes shut, tail flicking in irritation as the failure. There had been a time, long ago, where she could go for far longer. When she had begun every morning like this, dancing with the water under Elder Unegen's scrutinizing watch. The older udgan's voice calling out 'Again' from the shore each time she faltered until finally, long after the others had been dismissed, she too was allowed to stop.

She remembered thinking how unfair it was, that she had been pushed so much harder than the rest. Once during a particularly long and difficult morning, she had tearfully asked Unegen what she had done to earn this daily punishment. Only the Elder, ever calm as the still sea, insisted that it was not chastisement.

"The storm is strong within you, Ghoa," she had explained as she had helped her up from the water to her feet again. "The storm is powerful, but so too is it capricious and wild. If you cannot control its gift, it poses great danger to both yourself and others. That is why you dance: to strengthen your mind in the same way a warrior trains his body. To learn how to maintain control even when your muscles ache and tremble with fatigue."

However, no matter how many endless mornings she had spent as a young woman dancing along with the tide, Ghoa knew her ability to control the aether had suffered for a decade's worth of reticence. Her attack on the Jhungid had been strong enough to knock him unconscious, though not enough to finish the job. Even still, that single surge of discharged aether had left her overly taxed afterwards. If she wanted to prove that she wasn't useless, she needed to get stronger, and the dance was the path to get there.

Naturally, Ghoa knew there was no way that she would be able to get herself back into fine form in the few days that they had before their return trip to the Steppe. But if she could wrest even a single onze of control more from the training, that was one onze more than she had before. Anything was better than nothing.

"Again," she whispered under her breath, and as she rose again, so too did the water.

#restless seas #ghoa mankhad #drabble #cigarettes & fireflies #im on a writing roll #take that writers block #five drabbles in.. about a week

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licensednotarycalifornia · 2 years ago

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Thus far, California online notaries have been behind the curve

With only two hours to find a notary public , I had no choice but to go online. Thankfully, there are online notaries who helped me finalize my son's school paperwork so that we would meet the deadline. The great thing about them is that they can be based anywhere; even though the notary helping me was in Texas and my son goes to school in California, it didn't matter! Being able to access an online notary was critical for me and I know that this is a valuable service that members of the special needs community I serve would largely benefit from as many are not able to meet with a notary public in person.

Notarization Play a Vital Role During Key Junctures

Notarizations are not something we think about daily, but they play a vital role during key junctures in our lives. Notarization is often required for finalizing legal or financial documents – like the power of attorney forms, medical directives, and immigration papers – among other things. While notarizations are important, they often come at rather inopportune times. And to make things worse, it can be difficult finding a notary on short notice. Thankfully, technology has advanced to the point where almost everything in our lives can be done online – but unfortunately for Californians struggling with this issue, state notaries are unable to perform online notarizations. California is one of the few states that has not passed legislation for remote online notarization, a service that would allow our state’s notaries to provide their services online. We are enthusiastic about passing this bill, but it is critical that we do so correctly. Assembly Bill 1093 (Jones-Sawyer) provides us with the opportunity to finally get online notarization right. The Legislature is progressing in working hard to bring online notarization to California and ensuring data security for both consumers and notaries should be our number one priority from here on out. If AB 1093 is to succeed, it must maintain the tradition of interstate recognition; otherwise, we run the risk of burdening individuals. If AB 1093 passes as it is currently written, it will break from tradition by no longer accepting the official acts of other states. This would be a major issue when dealing with time-sensitive personal matters that require notarizations, as people often cross state lines and wouldn't have time to comply with different laws. Meeting the two-hour deadline for my son's school would have been difficult enough, but if I had to also worry about whether or not Texas' state law for notarization would apply in California, it would have been impossible. Adding this extra layer of frustration would be harmful and unnecessary, particularly for elders and people with disabilities.

Licensed Notary in California Can Be Done Online

All residents of California can currently get documents licensed notarized online if the service is provided by a commissioned notary from another state that is authorized to do so in their respective state. AB 1093 would change this policy. Without interstate recognition, AB 1093 will force people to restart the notarization process from the beginning if they want their documents recognized in California. Time is a precious commodity that many cannot afford to waste, and this bill could cause more problems than it intends to solve. If, for instance, an elderly person in the family wants to finalize their estate before they die so that their loved ones will be financially protected, they first need to figure out the laws of the state where they're getting the notarization. If it turns out that the document won't be accepted in California, then the family may not find this out until it's too late. As an individual who would be impacted by AB 1093, I urge policymakers to consider everyone while drafting the bill and include interstate recognition. We have needed this for a long time, and now is the time to finally get it done right.

#licensed notary california #mobile notary california #california notary public

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whatisonthemoon · 3 years ago

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On the MRA’s Ideology, its influence on Kishi and potentially Moon

MRA founder Frank Buchman

Buchman's special ideological emphasis was on becoming "changed" from being self -centered to being God-centered, the importance of a daily listening for "guidance" from God, devotion to four moral absolutes, regular self-scrutiny, and confession and restitution for wrongs done. The four absolutes included: absolute honesty, absolute purity, absolute unselfishness and absolute love.

. . . MRA was active in southern Africa from as far back as 1928. The strategy which was pursued to work for positive change in Rhodesia involved four elements. These included: pursuit of personal friendships with key figures, a methodology which involved sharing of personal failings and confessing of wrong attitudes, bringing in resource people from other countries, and using the media and public meetings to attempt to exert moral influence on the larger society. Kraybill indicates that numerous liberation front leaders had learned about MRA in the 1950's and had a very positive attitude toward the group because MRA had already challenged individual whites to change their racist attitudes. Specifically, while a student Mugabe had seen MRA films, he told an MRA worker in 1976 that he had great respect for MRA's focus upon mending one's own ways first as the beginning for healing relationships. But, he noted while this philosophy would work in families and in social relationships generally, he didn't think it could work in the current political climate.

THE MORAL RE-ARMAMENT MOVEMENT: IS "GENERIC" THE RIGHT PRESCRIPTION FOR TODAY?

27 July 1908, thirty-year-old Frank Buchman (MRA founder*), a Pennsylvanian Lutheran Minister, walked into an afternoon service with 17 other people to hear Jessie Penn Lewis preach on the cross of Christ. And then it happened. As Buchman sat in that Chapel, 'There was a moment of spiritual peak of what God could do for me. I was made a new man. My hatred was gone...I knew I had to write six letters to those men I hated.'

'I am writing,' declared Buchman, 'to tell you that I have harbored an unkind feeling toward you - at times I conquered it but it always came back. Our views may differ but as brothers, we must love. I write to ask your forgiveness and to assure that I love you and trust by God's grace I shall never more speak unkindly or disparagingly of you.' Those letters of amends spawned a revolution in Frank Buchman, a revolution that led to the birth of Alcoholics Anonymous.

Frank Buchman and Alcoholics Anonymous

The founder and director of the country’s first spy agency, the Korean Central Intelligence Agency (KCIA), added, “The tendency of Japanese society to be dragged along without objection to the nation’s leaders’ wrongful acts can be seen again now.” Kim said that former Prime Minister Nobusuke Kishi, grandfather to Abe, “had a deep understanding of Korea.” Kim recalled that Kishi told him that “Japan tormented Korea. I apologize as a Japanese. Though the past days were not good, I wish Korea and Japan will holds hands and that Korea will be revived.” The late Kishi, who served as a minister of industry in the war cabinet and had been accused by the United States of being a Class-A war criminal, served as prime minister from 1957 to 1960. Kim added that he was very close to the current prime minister’s father, Shintaro Abe, a former foreign minister in the 1980s, and described him as “a very good person who avoided hurtful words or actions.” Kim said that the elder Abe “tried in his own way to better Korea-Japan relations.

Kim Jong-pil says Abe should learn from elders

It may be recalled that Kishi, once a key figure in General Tojo’s World War II cabinet, became one of the most passionate spokesmen for Dr Frank Buchman’s Moral Rearmament (MRA) in 1950s and 1960s. The striking similarity between the moral precepts and secular programmes of MRA and Moon’s church is of interest here because the latter was born as an international movement at the very time when MRA was swiftly declining in Japan. Following the upheaval over the Security Treaty in 1960, which forced his resignation as prime minister, Kishi declared with characteristic hyperbole: “But for Moral Rearmament, Japan would be under communist control today.” Curiously, little was heard about MRA after the early 1960s. Instead, there was much bombast about the Asian People’s Anticommunist League, in which Kishi played the same role as elder statesman and spokesman. There are reports that in 1959 or thereabouts Moon played go-between for an alliance between the MRA leadership and the APACL. When the World Anticommunist League and IFFVOC were formed in the late 1966 and 1967 respectively, Kishi again came to the fore, and today he is front man for the Day of Hope.

Happiness ginseng from earth-conquering Moonies – Japan 1978

#MRA #frank buchman #Nobusuke Kishi #fascism #ideology #politics #moral re-armament #moral re-armament movement

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taejinpurple-blog · 7 years ago

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ARTISTIC BEAUTY OF LOVE- CHAPTER 1

Fluffy Romantic Story about two guys who became friends and blossomed into something more.

*Mature Scenes later on.*

Trigger Warning: Speaks about sexual abuse in later chapters.

I did my best with editing. Sorry in advance if there are any mistakes. But I really tried to make sure there were not many. Please enjoy

Previous Chapter:

https://hopeless-taejinstan.tumblr.com/post/172321002550/artistic-beauty-of-love-prologue

“You’re such a beautiful man, would it trouble you to let me draw a nude picture of you?” He asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Jin stared at the young man for a moment letting his words register in his head.

“Huh?”

Tae looked up at Jin’s tall lean figure. He then walked around him inspecting him from head to toe. He placed his hand on Jin’s stomach feeling his defined abs.

“Perfect,” he mumbled. Jin moved his hand and took a step back. Tae then grabbed Jin’s arm feeling his toned bicep. “Perfect.” He whispered. Jin snatched his arm from him. Tae ran his hand over Jin’s hair. “So soft and fluffy.”

Jin took a bigger step back. “What the hell are you doing? And what are you talking about perfect?”

“You are! You are a masterpiece! Please pose for me, you’re perfect. Look at your smooth clear skin and your brown hair. Don’t even get me started on your face it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Please let me do one drawing of you nude.” Tae begged.

“Don’t be ridiculous! Why the hell would I do that? I don’t even know you and at this point, I don’t wanna know you. Have a good day and a good life psycho.” He began walking away. Tae gathered his things from the floor and followed at him.

“I promise I won’t look at your family jewels even though I’m sure they’re beautiful too.”

Jin stopped short, his ears and cheeks were a flaming red.

“Listen …” he growled but paused when Tae shrieked looking at his watch.

“I’m gonna be late for my first class! I hope to see you again beautiful man.” Tae bowed and ran down the hall going the opposite way.

“Out of all my twenty-one years of living, I’ve never wanted to hit someone so bad.” He mumbled to himself. He sighed and stopped walking when he saw Miyeon walking with her friends.

She looked at him and smiled softly, he quickly turned around and walked down the hallway with his head down. She stared at him until his figure disappeared into the crowd. She sighed before going back to the conversation with her friends.

Jin slapped his forehead and groaned. “Every time you get a chance to talk to her, you just run with your tail between your legs.” He sighed, he just wanted this day to be over.

~~~~*~~~~

Jin walked into the medium two-story house and plopped down at the kitchen table. He was exhausted from his long day. Yongsu walked into the kitchen and smiled at Jin.

“Hey Jin, you beat the others home?”

Jin nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t sign up for that many classes this semester. I want to concentrate on work.”

“I see …you seem exhausted, my boy.”

“Ah, you have no idea!” He exclaimed. “I met the craziest guy today! I mean crazy as in someone should find the nearest wacko center and bolt him in the room forever!”

The elder man sat across from him while folding his arms. “That’s interesting. What was he like?”

“He said his name, but I wasn’t listening to him, all I just was thinking about was how insane this person was. But he had brown hair a little lighter than mine and it was kinda messy like he didn’t brush it or something and his bangs were long hanging in his face. He then had these thick glasses and he was wearing these baggy denim overalls that had paint on them.” He shook his head. “Who even wears overalls anymore? I never wanna see that guy again!”

“Beautiful man?”

Jin froze and slowly turned around. All the color drained from his face when he saw the others along with the insane guy.

“Grandpa!” The newcomer ran to the elder man who stood up hugging him.

“Look at you Taehyung-ah, you’ve grown so much, look how handsome you are.”

Jin looked at Ken, Sandeul, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi. “Pick something up on your way home?”

“He’s in my philosophy class,” Yoongi said. “We started talking and I found out he was Grandpa’s grandson that was coming here. He said he came straight to school as soon as he got off the train. He seems cool.” Yoongi shrugged.

“If Yoonki thinks he’s cool then he must be.” Hoseok laughed leaning close to Yoongi who nodded.

Jin placed his hands on his hips. “I guess he probably asked you guys to pose for him too, right?” He asked, and they looked at him in confusion.

“Why would he ask us that?” Sandeul scrunched his face as Jin’s face dropped. He turned towards Tae and saw him staring. He then mouthed please be my model and Jin walked out the kitchen.

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Jin sat on the floor doing his daily sit-ups. He kept thinking about Miyeon. He didn’t have the same charm as his father or older brother, he truly was bad with girls. He sometimes came off as brash or aggressive, but it was due to his nervousness.

He sighed deeply and got off the floor. He had to get to work soon. He removed his shirt and stretched his arms over his head. He turned towards his bed to get his work shirt only to see Tae sitting on a branch outside his window with a pencil and pen. He smiled and waved and Jin swung the window open.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you sitting outside my window like a weirdo?!” He shouted, and Tae frowned.

“You wouldn’t let me draw you, so I was going to watch you undress and sketch you half naked and use my imagination for the rest.” He said with a big box smile.

Jin opened his mouth to say something until they heard a loud crack. They both looked at the branch Tae was sitting on. The branch suddenly snapped and Jin reached out the window grabbing him before he could fall. He winced in pain from the windowsill pressing into his stomach, but he ignored it and managed to pull Tae inside.

They both inside the room with Jin hitting the floor and Tae landing on top of him.

“Wow, that was a close one.” Tae sighed, he then felt Jin’s chest and gasped when he saw bare cream-colored skin. He looked down at Jin’s upper torso, his eyes marveled at the defined six pack and he took a deep breath looking down at Jin’s pants. Jin bolted up grabbing Tae’s chin.

“Give me one reason why I should beat the hell out of you?”

“Because that’ll hurt,”

Jin sighed deeply dropping his head a bit.

Namjoon knocked and opened the door.

“Hyung, can I borrow your laptop?” He paused when he saw Tae on top of a half-naked Jin who was holding his chin. He blinked for a moment and shut the door counted to ten and he opened the door again only to see Jin sitting alone on his bed.

“What’s up Joonie?”

“Can I borrow your laptop?” He tilted his head in confusion. Jin nodded.

“Yeah go ahead.” He pointed to the desk and Namjoon looked at him as he grabbed the laptop.

“I’ll bring it back later.” He walked towards the door but then stopped and looked at Jin who was looking at him. “Taehyung wasn’t here, was he?”

Jin scrunched his face. “Why would he be in my room babo?”

“That’s true …” He nodded. “Thank Hyung.” He walked out the room closing the door behind him. Jin walked over to the door and leaned against it.

“Hurry up,” he whispered. Taehyung moved from under the bed and dusted himself off.

“Do you ever clean under there? It’s filthy.” He coughed.

“Shut up.”

“Are you sure Namjoon Hyung didn’t see us? He looked right at us.” Tae picked up his pencil and sketch pad.

“It’s fine.” Jin opened his door and made sure no one was in the hallway. He then grabbed Tae and gave him a light shove out his room. “Listen, stop bothering me. I’m not modeling for you with or without clothes so just leave me alone.” He slammed the door in the younger male’s face.

Tae sighed deeply crossing is arms. He then placed his hand on the doorknob.

“Turn that doorknob and I swear that’ll be the last doorknob you ever turn,” Jin warned him from the other side of the door and Tae heeded his warning as he walked away.

Jin sighed placing his hand to his forehead. All he could think was what was with that guy?

~~~~*~~~~

The next morning Jin walked into the bathroom to get ready for school. Tae poked his head around the corner. He looked around and saw the cost was clear. He pushed his glasses up and nodded.

“I’m gonna get my picture!” He tightly clutched his pencil and sketchpad crawling to the bathroom door. He took a deep breath before reaching out for the doorknob.

The door flew open and Tae fell inside knocking Jin over. They both hit the ground with Tae on top of him.

“Ow.” He whispered and gasped when he heard a deep sigh. Tae pushed himself up with his hands and looked down at the scowling glare.

“Why am I not surprised?” Jin sighed propping himself up on his elbows.

“Actually … I was on my way downstairs and I-I-I dropped my pencil …and I placed my hand on the doorknob to give me balance while grabbing it and you opened the door and that’s when I fell in.”

“So why are were you facing the door then? If you were walking down the hallway and dropped your pencil you should’ve been facing towards the stairs.”

Silence fell between them and Tae’s cheeks flushed a deep red.

Namjoon yawned rubbing his tired eyes as he walked into the bathroom. His eyes widened when he saw Jin on the floor in only a towel with Tae on top of him. He quickly turned around and counted to ten. When he turned around he saw Jin standing up.

“Was Taehyung here?”

“First my room and now the bathroom? Are you smoking pot with Kennie and Sandeul again?”

“Hey, it relieves a lot of stress. But we did smoke a lot last night.” He shrugged. “Anyway, I gotta use the toilet so get out.”

Jin cleared his throat.

“I’m a-actually going to take a shower, so you have to wait,” he said.

“Hyung, I’m gonna pee it’ll take two seconds, so let me go.”

“Well, I’m taking a shower.” Jin shrugged and Namjoon stared at me.

“You’re gonna shower while I use the toilet?”

Jin shrugged. “We both guys and it’s not like you’re gonna see me behind the curtain anyway.”

“Ah whatever, I gotta go.” Namjoon walked to the toilet as Jin stepped into the shower. “You shower with your towel on? That’s weird.”

Jin tensed looking at Tae who smiled at him. He closed his eyes and sighed.

“I don’t come in the bathroom and criticize the way you take a shower, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t do it to me.”

He reached for the shower knob and Tae grabbed the knob frantically shaking his head no. Jin pointed towards Namjoon and Tae shook his head holding up his sketch pad. He shrugged and twisted the knob as Tae quickly turned it off and they stared at each other.

“Don’t have too much fun in there Hyung.” Namjoon teased shutting the door behind him. Jin stepped out the shower as did Tae. He tipped toed towards the door but Jin grabbed the back of his shirt pulling him towards him.

“Wait a minute.” He said making Tae look at him. “Is it going to be like this every day?”

“Yes,” he said with no hesitation. Jin’s eyes widened from his candid answer.

“Enough already.” He leaned against the sink counter and he ran his hand through his hair. “If I do this will you leave me alone?”

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Fine, I’ll do it but after this, you better keep your distance to the point where I don’t if you still live here or not.”

“You got it Hyung.” Tae happily shook his hand and skipped out the bathroom.

“Why is that kid like this?” He shook his head and turned on the shower.

Namjoon burst through the door scaring the life from Jin.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“I thought Taehyung would be here if I suddenly came in out of nowhere.” He shook his head. “Ken Hyung, Sandeul Hyung we can’t smoke anymore of that stuff your friend gave you!” He shut the door behind him.

Hosek then burst through the door. “Hyung, I gotta pee!”

Jin sighed deeply. “Grandpa needs to get locks on these doors.”

Next Capter:

https://hopeless-taejinstan.tumblr.com/post/172341268250/artistic-beauty-of-love-chapter-2

#taejin is real #taejin #taejinshipper #taejin fanfic #taejin is real taejin jikook bts vjin vjin taejinshipper kookmin yoonseok #bts vjin #bts taejin

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tabletopjourneys · 4 years ago

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Session 30 Notes

Tags: @aradow @gher-bear @telurin @epimetal

Anchoring in Farford Harbor, even more shopping, and then setting off into the Anesh desert with an elder druid. Let’s help Rana impress her!

On this day we do a lot of heavy shopping, many magic items were bought. We made arrangements for a set of unlimited calls sending stones to be picked up in Bouldergap. Rana also spotted one of her elders, a pro at desert travel who was headed our way to stop off at a small town in need of help on the way. We left the same day we arrived, Diem disguised as a Yasha-sized, intimidating looking desert-dwelling lady.

Rana got a letter from a pirate lady to a friend out the way her elder was headed (for a Val McKee) and we finished that first night on the Anesh roads in a comfy hut. *Read More*

Peter bought our ambergris.

~The Shopping!~

We visit the magic shop because Diem wants to look at ritual scrolls and needs ritual supplies “Winish’s High End Ensorcellations”

Store almost feels like you’re walking into a different, fancy building and town altogether, dark woods, enchanted chandelier with little floating lights over each “candle part” cushy chairs. Abe Winish, a fancy-looking goblin owns this store.

Diem buys alarm and leomund’s tiny hut for 500p total.

Diem buys the shocking grasp ring and mintflayer ring. While wearing one of these rings all your attacks, both physical and magical, deal an additional +2 bonus damage. The type of additional damage dealt is determined by the ring you are wearing. You can tell what damage type the ring is by the band of magical ice cream running through the center. (Psychic damage). mint chocolate chip icecream for Diem.

Band of Shocking Grasp - 9500g - This ring starts with 7 charges and regains 1d6+1 daily at dawn. You may cast Shocking Grasp as a bonus action - this scales with your level. You may also use an action to expend 1 charge to cast Thunderwave, 3 charges to cast Thunder Step, and 5 charges to cast Lightning Bolt.

Bought mats for 10 familiar summons (sage incense), 20g for brass brazier.

Merchant’s eyes get VERY wide when Phi pulls out her daggers to have them appraised.

200g worth of mats for scribing the scrolls in my book.

He lets us know he had a caravan out that was delayed if we happen to come across them that would be great, they are 2 weeks late, coming directly from Bouldergap against his better judgement, but the caravan driver was stubbornly confident.

There’s always been bandits here and there, but they had their own guards. He will pay us for information if we find information.

Diem asks about how to get in touch if they have info - finds out he has a cousin in Bouldergap we could speak to about it - Cousin Terren Winish.

Rana is making perception checks to see if anyone is noticing how much money we’re all spending here. She gets a 14 for perceiving - in front of an inn she sees a very large thorny devil. Stealth (to not let us know she’s worried) 7

Only Ixayl’anu notices, Phi and I are way too busy spending more money than we’ve ever seen in our whole damn lives.

The devil is just chillin and hasn’t noticed her in return. People are giving it a wide birth. Rana looks a little less nervous now.

Ixayl’anu sees Rana look out worried, scan, and then relax.

Ixayl’anu watches as well and buys the carving and cube.

Rana bought a bunch of stuff too (Sorry, I was busy still trying to read all these things between my own purchases, I mostly literally got nobody else’s purchases down lol)

Phi bought a quiver and some stuff.

Diem bought 1000 gold worth of mats for scribing ritual spells (enough for 20 spell levels total)

Freezing while your cube is hydrated, boiling water, and lava will damage the cube, but it’s pretty safe in its inert state.

Diem buys the nap cap and this is when everyone realizes they’ve been having trouble sleeping now that it’s daylight 24/7.

1000 gold more on companion summoning mats. 110 summonings worth.

Diem buys Putty Vivis 500g figures sculpted out of putty “come to life” and move around.

Kelpie Eye allows attuned creature to see clearly while under water. Diem buys this too.

Phi’s daggers are worth 100k gold total

Our sending stones are worth 200g a piece. (Phi just wants ALL our valuables appraised lol)

Unlimited text and calls would cost 1k gold per stone.

Rana looks outside the thorny devil is talking to someone who’s trying to edge around them. Rana slips out the door and heads across the street.

We learn that it would take about 2 weeks for 5 cell phones with separate channels. But we’ll pay for them when we get to Bouldergap - Cousin Winish will start the order (I already subtracted the amount though), so I give him a 100 platinum “finder’s fee” for getting the order to his cousin instead. *Meanwhile, outside the tavern with a thorny devil mount...*

Rana to devil: Hello pebbles is Elder Edea around? (He is a riding lizard)

Pebbles: Inside, waiting for it to get a little cooler.

Rana: Are you guys staying in Farford?

Pebbles: We’re going to some town out in the desert, having some trouble with some wildlife

Rana: Is it about that caravan that went missing?

Pebbles: Caravan’s along the way? (Pretty sure I missed some stuff)

Rana: Would we be able to travel with you?

Pebbles: You’d have to ask Edea.

Rana calls the rest of us over to introduce us, but stumbles over Ixayl’anu’s name ‘cause she always calls her Ixie.

Pebbles asks if we have mounts. (Horned Lizard large enough to ride and able to talk)

Rana: We’re looking into that, I’m hoping to pick up some camels

Pebbles: Best get on that then.

Rana asks permission to go in and talk to Edea first.

There’s a water genasi captain against the far wall with her two thugs and a female orc in an eyepatch talking. To the right there’s 4 normal looking generic characters and one nice looking black dude giving a lecture/vacation bible school type gathering to a group of students. Two generic guys at a center table. Red-haired bartender and tough looking dwarven cook with a tentacle boa, a cute triton in the immediate right corner and Edea, an elderly looking half elven druid at the non corner table to the door’s right.

Rana is obviously, respectfully submissive in this situation. (Edea Vilyua)

Rana: Elder Edea?

Edea: *has to look behind herself at us* Yes? Oh Rana.

Rana: I saw Pebbles outside and he mentioned you were heading out soon, I was wondering where you were going?

Edea: A small town who’s requested some assistance.

Rana: Able at the magic shop said a caravan was missing and we’re on the way to bouldergap, if you wouldn’t mind company, if we could accompany you I would very much appreciate it.

Edea: It is always better to go in groups in the desert, so long as ya’ll can keep up. We do have a timed schedule to keep.

Rana: We have to get some mounts and supplies but we can be ready when you are.

Edea: We’ll probably ride into the night.

Rana: Where would you like us to meet you?

Edea: Here is good, I’m not inclined to leave here anytime soon - about to listen to this bard here (the triton), waiting past the heat of the day before starting the journey, conservation of movement and all that.

Rana: We’re gonna go get our supplies and we’ll meet you in time and hopefully we can help you out.

Rana calls us to follow while Diem looks a little forlorn and wondering if they could stay ‘cause they kinda wanna hear the bard too, “Do we all need to go on the supply run?”

Bard winks at me, overhearing it and I cheer up a little.

(Listen up - Do NOT embarrass me) (Alt title: Preparing for the desert)

When Ixayl’anu asks Rana what all we need to accomplish (out of ear shot of Pebbles), Rana tells us and adds that she doesn’t want her whole circle to think she’s incompetent, so we should all please make sure to listen and have everything ready, dressed appropriately, etc. We all have 4 hours. Plenty of time.

Diem interrupts the shopping and supply assignments to point out that their new spells actually take HOURS to transcribe so maybe it really would be better if they stayed behind at the tavern to focus on that while others bought their share of the supplies/clothing/etc.

This gives Rana pause to realize we actually have plenty of time. She stops to think before agreeing, noting how she’s very concerned about how things look to Elder Edea and tells Diem to just make sure they look busy doing actual work while transcribing their new spells.

We’re warned about cold and heat, Rana has slowed down a bit ever since Diem brought up the point of using the hours now to scribe spells while they supply shop for them. She tells us more of what she knows about what we need and why. Basic desert survival.

Phi thanks her for arranging everything.

Rana: If you run out of water you will die, not everyone can create water, there are bandits who will take you if they think you’re an easy target, there’s giant scorpions, giant ant lions, if you fall in the funnel of sand, you fall into the bug, basilisks who can turn people into stone by looking at them, things like jellies, lots of fables and stories, water thieves.

Diem: So we’re about to walk into Mad Max? *realization*

Rana: I don’t know what that is

Diem: Never mind, it’s a story they tell in, nevermind we don’t have time, continue.

Phi asks if Edea is a dirt genie too and gets a dirty look from Rana, Phi brings up genie as a mispronunciation of genasi. Rana corrects her, not a jinn and they’re kinda like fey - but more dangerous

Diem scoffs

Rana scoffs back

Diem laughs, amused.

Details dropped during Rana’s group talk: Edea is a half elf both of them are circle of the land, she’s desert, Rana’s mountain, if she tells you what to do do it. (We don’t know Rana’s circle is called the Iron Heights Circle, but we do know Edea is a Noon Sun circle elder).

Diem (before they leave) upon the bringing up of clothes requests extra roomy desert appropriate outfits for comfort, since they can make them look however they want with disguise self. *Messages Phi something more*

Ixayl’anu leaves her elk with Pebbles.

Diem’s rumors heard about Farford (probably during the times they needed to rest their poor fingers owie): 1. Dragons have been spotted south of town

2. The meteor is going to hit east of Sunhame, possibly close to Lake Natron

3. A few people are claiming to have seen a Firecat in town.

4. Giant molehills have been popping up in the desert.

5. There are murmurings of Petaris being behind the "meteor" strikes. After all, THEY haven't been hit yet

6. Birds have been acting strangely.

7. The Meteor is going to hit north of Sunhame

8. A town along the desert path has had trouble.

9. A caravan is late coming from Bouldergap.

Diem will look at their 4 hours available and what each hours long thing they need to do is and realize that tiny hut will probably be the most useful thing, but they won’t be able to finish it. It takes 1 hour to summon a familiar, but they’re going into a hostile environment and Diem decides they want the new fey friend to be comfortable on first meetings so that can wait.

It takes 2 hours to write down this alarm spell and I *suck* at writing so probably will take me 3 hours to do.

It’s gonna take me a whopping SIX hours minimum to write down tiny hut. Maybe I can do the other two hours or so when we stop because alarm is not going to be quite as useful when we can just keep watch anyway...?

*Notices a change in their spellbook* Oh hey, I have comprehend languages now and tongues has disappeared...interesting. Not quite as useful, perhaps, except that I can cast this one as a ritual, apparently.

They are actually far more concerned right now with making their established friend (Rana) happy with them and hit hyper focus when not resting their sore fingers. (Self-imposed concentration check of 17).

They started out facing the bard to listen, but couldn’t focus so moved to put their back to the bard.

Phi and Ixayl’anu went to a general store. They pick up some impulse buys, spices, soup balls, interesting impulse soup buys.

It’s a rocky AZ type desert. We get plenty of water. Two large 20 gallons each casks on one camel. 4 casks and 4 canteens total.

50 gold total for all supplies. Phi paid for it all.

Rana goes looking for camels, friendly camels for noobs found 3 saddles and 3 camels for 180gold and all associated tack. She hitches the camels up to a post by Pebbles.

*Back at the tavern, we speak of rumors*

We talk about the rumors Diem heard after pulling up plenty of chairs.

Rana stops them at mention of a firecat.

Rana is skeptical that the firecat was alone. “Those are kinda messengers of the Candance, god of anesh, you hear about him mostly in sunhame.”

No gender for east meteor rumor. Woman talked about north of sunhame rumor, hushed group talking about firecat.

Rana: Anesh is a theocracy - pretty lenient, different gods are fine but Vkandis is THE guy. That priest over there is probably one

Diem: Forgive the pun I’m about to make, but...Priests of Vkandis are pretty hot.

Rana: Everything is run through Vkandis, you guys have your king and queen, we have the son of the sun, and they get word directly from Vkandis and if something important is happening you MIGHT see a fire cat. As opposed to the visions being vague like with Ixie’s goddess, you get a guide with a direct line.

...If it’s not with somebody that’s interesting....

Diem reveals one of the other people didn’t even believe it was a firecat because it was alone. If it is a firecat if it was alone and wandering, maybe it was here with someone, just not together at the time?

The kids leave hot teacher as we talk about this (Hunt down the firecat kids! Extra credit!)

Rana: If it has something to do with us it will pop up.

Diem: I suppose...

Rana: No, it will

Diem: Okay...but I’m also worried about something else I overheard - after all that talk about giant bugs and funnels, I was hearing people talk about giant mole hills popping up in the desert?

Rana: This is far out of the purple worm natural range...(but she can’t think of what else it might be)

Diem ticks through rumor list on their way to potentially super bad news: More than a few people have suggested Petarus might be responsible since they haven’t been hit yet. I don’t know how many stories you’ve read, but that kind of talk can start wars if enough people believe it...

Rana tells us there’s been no nationwide conflict/war between Petarus and Anesh before. There’s also not any bad blood really between them, despite minor quibbles over where one begins and the other ends - but it’s all desert anyway so none of it’s gotten serious before.

Diem is less concerned now after that information, finishes the rumors with how people say the birds have been acting strange. One person talked about a seagull flying around in some kind of weird daze, ignoring perfectly good food on the beach. Most of the other rumors talked about migration patterns being off in general, birds from other areas flying in that normally aren’t seen so far south.

Rana takes interest in this as well and reconsiders her statement about the giant purple worms not coming this far south.

Diem asks if they should start packing up. Pretty sure this is also where I told Rana how far I got in my work and why I made that decision. Everyone else has already changed into their desert friendly attire, so I get my clothes from Phi and go change as well.

When I come out of the bathrooms, I look like a Yasha-sized version of Tarma (Mercedes Lackey Oathbound reference) - dark-skinned woman with a few scars, intimidating don’t fuck with me look/attitude, black hair in braids under my desert-appropriate attire - even my new rings are disguised to look like cheap, simple iron adornments. I have a scratchy, harsh voice to match, but do little more than nod my greeting as I sit down. I borrowed many different visuals I liked from Farford natives I’d seen, who looked like they knew what was what. Ixayl’anu pokes straight through the illusion of my fake cloak to my arm like “are you real?” but hits about where she expects my arm to be.

Edea compliments it.

I thank her in chill bitch speak. (21 performance roll)

(And a quest on the way out!)

Pirate: Oi! Earth genasi!

Rana: Yes…

Pirate: Us genasi should stick together.

Pirate introduces herself (Captain Breil) and mentions that she noticed Rana’s going out with Elder Edea. She asks for Rana to deliver a letter to Perfection, a half orc woman named Val McKee, help her out if you can, and hands Rana a small sack of coin (20 platinum in it).

Rana hands the coin bag back: We’re headed out there anyway, don’t worry about it.

Pirate: I like your style.

Rana: I’ll make sure it gets there.

(Rana had tilted her head at a water genasi claiming they should stick together like...spiritually, yeah, physically...not so much.

For Later: Phi is gonna try and steal Rana’s letter, copy it/read it, use forgery to seal it back up and put it back.

(Hitting the road...)

Diem pretends to be standing guard while Rana talks to everyone else about how to mount, etc. They watch everyone else get on first so they can hopefully look like a pro when they try it too, back up their intimidating badass of the desert disguise.

I got a natural 20 when it was my turn to get on the camel. Yay method acting!

First leg of journey, Rana fills in Elder Edea on all the things Diem overheard - a what we’ve been thinking about what’s been going on around the town kinda thing.

Ixayl’anu (about the firecats): Is this a recent development?

Edea: Fairly recent, I got a call once that messenger arrived

Ixayl’anu: Has it been like this before?

Edea: We get calls for assistance - it’s fairly normal.

We roll an 8 for first leg, Edea motions us off to the side after awhile for riders who are inexperienced, so we can get a rest at a small spring in the hills. We drink and refill.

Phi tests the water with her spoon. Tarma *impressed* tells her it’s a really good idea, but with a bit too much of Diem’s enthusiasm and not enough bad bitch (despite still sounding nothing like Diem otherwise)

Rana glances at Edea for what she thinks about that exchange.

Tarma-Diem tells Edea that it’s a spoon that detects poisons.

I named my camel Jadrie (after Kethry’s shin’a’in daughter)

Rana didn’t name her camel, Phi will figure out hers later.

Ixayl’anu rolls a nat 20 on perception and points out a large bird overhead. “What’s that?”

Rana says it’s a roc. Considerably bigger than a condor. “As long as it stays over there (riding the thermals) it’s fine.” (Didn’t catch her nature check #)

Edea: There’s a pair nesting near here but not close enough we need to worry.

Phi: Like that giant bird you got eaten by?

Diem: *message* You’re embarrassing Rana in front of Edea.

Rana tries to deflect and change the topic.

Edea (amused): No I’m very interested in this story.

Rana (thoroughly embarrassed now): Diem could tell it better

Diem *deadpan*: Too bad you didn’t bring that one along, I would’ve liked to meet them.

Rana is now feeling her credibility crash around her.

Back on the road again, Rana is quite clearly happy and smiling as we travel, making it quite obvious she’s missed her home and is proud of it.

Phi thinks it’s super cute, but it also makes Phi homesick with how different everything is out here.

When we make camp, we break into shifts, Diem coordinating to have first shift with Ixayl’anu this time, and to settle everyone in the area where they intend to summon the tiny hut when they finish transcribing it (so that no one has to wake up to get in it) - also means coordinating so that our animals aren’t *also* in the perimeter because otherwise the spell will fail.

3-4 hours in Diem summons the tiny hut.

Phi takes middle and hears rumbling during her shift. Elder and Rana take last, conversing softly in druidic.

Phi decides not to try and steal the letter after all since Rana went to sleep with it in her pocket. While they were eating earlier though, Phi asked her if she’s curious to see what the letter says, “Nobody would have to know just you and me, I can seal it back up like it was never opened afterward.”

Rana: No thank you.

Phi /sighs and drops it - she figured as much.

Rana: This isn’t the first time I’ve delivered mail for people.

Diem: Well now I’m curious too...

Rana: Tough for you.

#Session Notes #An arrangement is made for unlimited call cell stones.#All the shopping so much shopping #And so we set out into the AZ desert #Anesh #Farford #Elder Edea #Pebbles #Captain Briel #Peter Lukas #Tarma #Abe Winish #Terren Winish #Val McKee

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Number 81 (Chapter 4)

Title: Number 81

Genre: Angst

Type: Lucky one

Warnings: violence, abuse, blood, and may have triggering content.

Authors note: I am so sorry I took so long to update, but thank you for all the love. I have been writing and editing by myself and it harder than you think lol. Anyways I am writing and typing as fast as I can when I can. Here is Chapter 4 ( It’s crap) I would love to hear back - Admin Wei Wei

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Excuse the errors sorry

(Y/N) POV

You sat in the small white room mirror windows on every wall, watching your every move. Your eleven year old self laid on a small medical bed as you received an IV of some sort. Across from you laid Xiumin and Suho, you watched as the identical nurses inserted and started their IV’s before leaving.

"I miss home." Little suho cried.

"We never had a home." You tell him. Only causing him to tear up even more.

"Stop it both of you." Xiumin spoke.

Your eyes fluttered open as the rays of morning sun landed upon your face. You felt a small stir beside you. You remembered that you had slept in the same bed as Chanyeol. The pillows that were once put between you both were now tossed on the floor, and you Chanyeol laid next to eachother arms entangled with eachother. The abnormal warmth he gave off his skin brought comfort to you. The feeling drew you closer to him in a way that felt normal. You watched him as he slept, face so calm and innocent, his chest slightly rising with every breath he took. Flashing back to the events that took place last night, you had a strange feeling when you saw Chanyeol in your room. It was like your mind had no idea who he was, but your body was drawn to him like a magnet.

"I can feel you staring." He spoke eyes still closed.

The sudden voice caught you off guard causing you to jump back. His eyes opened looking at your shocked state and smiled. "Sorry I didn't mean to frighten you." He said. You felt the heat rise to your face and pulled away and lifted yourself up from comfort of the bed.

"Wait you don't have to leave." He said sitting up panicking thinking he scared you away.

"But I have to pee." You said bluntly making your way towards the bathroom.

“Oh.” He said blushing.

Breakfast that morning you could say went a lot smoother than the one before, being that you didn’t have a mental break down. In just the few days you been with the boys, you have grown slightly comfortable with being around them. Kyungsoo, like every morning had prepared a huge meal, everyone gathered at the table you sat yourself in the closest open seat. Baekhyun scooted into the chair next to you, but soon after was pushed off the chair onto the floor and Chanyeol took his place.

"Ya!" Baekhyun said raising his hand at Chanyeol before mumbling some words under his breath and moved to the seat across from you.

Causal conversation passed along the table among the boys, but you stayed quite eating you food. It wasn’t until Baekhyun called you name were you pulled into the conversation.

"(Y/N)-ah" Baekhyun called.

You look up at him "Yes?"

"So, all night I have been thinking about your umm.. 'condition' and I may have a way that might help you." He spoke.

"And what is that?" Yixing asked curiously. Everyone’s attention was now on Baekhyun listening in to what he had to say.

"Well (y/n) suffers from memory loss, so maybe with her memories she lost the connection with her powers."

“Thank you for pointing out the obvious, Baekhyun.” Sehun sassed.

“Ya! Respect your elders child, I wasn’t done.” Baekhyun yelled before speaking again in his normal tone.

"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. (Y/N) lost the connections of her powers which consisted of fire, water, earth, and wind. Well lucky for her we have members with those exact same powers. Maybe with the help of them she will be able to gain a connection to her powers again!" He said.

"Wow, that maybe one of the best ideas you ever come up with." Tao said.

"I agree, we should take her down to the practice arena and test this theory out." Junmyeon said.

"What do you think (y/n)?" Baekhyun asked.

You nodded at him. "I'm willing to do anything it takes to get my powers back." You told him.

"So where is this practice arena?" You ask Chanyeol who is walking beside you.

"It's not far just at the end of this hall." He says.

"Oh, so is it like a house gym?”

"Something like that." He smiled. We continued down the hall of the house and it wasn’t long to we reached the door that led to the practice area.

"And here we are!" Baekhyun said opening the door revealing a small supply closet.

You stare at him confused “Wait, this is it?" You ask.

"No, silly, this is just the entrance! Everyone pile in." Baekhyun said. The eleven of us the proceeded to all squeeze into the small closet pushing and shoving each other in the process

"Bun Bun, add new personal access." Baekhyun spoke.

"Please scan hand for access." A woman’s monotone voice responded.

"What the hell was that?" You asked looking around the room. "That's Bun Bun, I created he a few years back she is artificial intelligence that helps me keeps things in order here. Now (y/n) place your hand here." Before you could say anything Baekhyun grabbed your hand placing it in the wall where it was scanned.

"ID confirmed, data saved." The voice said.

"Thank you Bun Bun, now please take us down to the practice arena." He told the computer.

"As you wish, Master." The voice said. Everyone in the closest began to laugh as Baekhyun turned a shade of red.

"Bun Bun, I told you not to call me that in front of the others." He whined.

"My apologies, Master." It spoke only causing the guys to laugh harder.

You soon felt as the room began to lower itself down like an elevator. The room dinged as it came to a stop and the wall behind you opened revealing the practice area. This area was more than just a small house gym, it was huge, massive. Walking inside you stared in awe, the huge workout area, an artificial forest, rock climbing wall, an Olympic size swimming pool and more.

"What the hell?" You say.

"Yep some of us had a lot of spare time."Baekhyun cherps before walking towards the huge set of computers.

Baekhyun sat himself onto one of the spinning chairs and began typing on the.

"Okay, I set the system up to chart (Y/N)’s progress in each area, that way we can see what is working and what is not.” He said showing the programs on the screen.

"So what should we start with first?" He asked.

"How about water? It's seems like the easiest." Sehun said earning an elbow from Junmyeon.

"I guess we can start with water, (y/n) let's go." Baekhyun said leading the way towards the pool area.

Being that you didn’t even have clothes to wear on daily occasion the boys supplied you with a black T-Shirt and a pair of Toucan boxers to use as a swim suit. The boys had left you and Junmyeon in the pool area to work without distraction. Junmyeon came out of the changing area with a pair black swimming shorts on. He slipped off his shirt revealing his toned arms and chiseled abs. His eyes caught your gaze and gave you small smile, causing you to turn away with embarrassment. Without any thought Junmyeon jumps from the edge and dives into the depths of the pool.

Swimming back up to the surface of the water he called towards you.

"(Y/N) come in the water is great."

You stood at the edge of the pool looking down at the glistening water. The bottom of the pool looked close, but you knew looks were deceiving. You took one last breath before leaping straight into the water. Your body was fully immersed into the warm liquid, the sound of the popping bubbles, it all brought you a form of comfort. You stayed still allowing your body to take in this feeling, causing you to fall deeper into the water. Soon it seemed as if the water fell silent, and it was as if the world around had disappeared. You closed your eyes taking in the moment, not caring about the worries outside of it.

"So what was Number 1's time today?"

"He was able to stay under the water for 2 hours Mistress." The nurse told her.

"Excellent that is longer than his previous trials." She grinned.

"Bring Number 81 to the tank." She commanded. "I want to see if we can push her to the same lengths."

"Yes Mistress, right away." The nurse said leaving the testing center.

You were woken from your sleep by one of the nurses, not really knowing which one being they all looked the same. The nurse escorted you towards the testing area where you were placed into a glass tank. The nurse placed shackles around your wrist and locked them onto the floor of the tanks. When the nurse had finished she sealed the tank closed and water began filling the tank. Being tied to the bottom of the tank the water quickly passed over your face cutting off your breathing. You stayed calm through, you used your water abilities creating air bubbles using what air was left in the tank to breath. As the air ran out you continued to stay calm. Not knowing when you would be taken out you tried to not panic because that would only cause your body to stress and drown.

It seemed like time went on forever and you could no longer hold your breath. Using your powers you did not allow the water enter your lungs, but it resulted in suffocating rather than drowning. The excruciating burning pain of suffocation began to overwhelm you, it seemed as if the nurses were never going to let you out of the tank and were going to leave you to die. With the small amount of strength you had left you used your powers to push the water outwards against the in the glass shattering it. The water fell onto the ground around and air once again filled your lungs yet still felt like razor blades in them. Not having any more energy you felt your eyes slipping closed.

"What was the time?"

"3 hours and 37 minutes, Mistress." The nurse spoke.

"And at what time did Number 81 lose all air in the tank?"

" 46 minutes in, Mistress."

"Return Number 81 to her cell." The Mistress said leaving the lab.

Your eyes snapped open at the pressure of someone grabbing your wrist. Out of instinct you pulled away and used the water to push the person away. You watched as the person flew across the water away from you realizing it was Junmyeon. You quickly pushed yourself up from the floor of the pool up to the surface.

"You used your powers!" He yelled excitedly.

He swam towards you and watched as you tried to manilpulate again the water around you, but the water stayed still.

"I think we should take a break." Sehun said pinching the bridge of his nose. I look down in embarrassment not only was it frustrating for the members but myself. Poor Kyungsoo had been very patient with you through your frustration. If it wasn’t fir the incident with Junmyeon would have gave up already, but you know had hope.

Sehun and you had walked back to the control center where the others have been staying.

"Any luck?" Junmyeon asked but both you and Sehun shook your heads.

"I don't understand." Baekhyun said. "I really thought this would work." He huffed.

"It's okay we might just have to try something different." I told him giving a pat on the back.

A ding was heard from the elevator. Everyone's head turned looking at the person who had just walked in.

Xiumin

You immediately recognized him. You ran towards him tears in your eyes. You reached him and wrapped your arms around his torso.

"Xiumin, brother, I've missed you so much." You tell him. He stayed frozen in surprise at your actions before he harshly pushed you off him and onto the floor.

"It's Minseok." He spat.

You look at him confused "I'm sorry I didn't mean to anger you." You say picking yourself off the ground.

As you rose to your feet he grabbed you by your throat forcing you up against a wall, holding you there "You are not the real (Y/N)! The others may not see through your little performance, but it doesn't take a genius." He said.

3rd POV

Minseok's grip tighten around (y/n)’s throat as she struggled against him. To escape from his grip she pulled her leg up kicking him hard in the gut, pushing him backwards releasing her.

"I am the real (y/n)" she coughed leaning up against the wall.

"Oh really you are? Prove it where are your powers? Do you honestly think you can trick us?" He said reaching up to grab her again.

(Y/n) may have had no powers, but her speed and fighting skills did not leave her. She quickly dodged Minseok's attacks and counter them with her own. His fighting skills were good evenly matched with hers or even better, but (Y/N) refused to be beat, she faked him out tripping him to the ground. She used this to her advantage to run knowing well she would not be able to fight him without her powers. He was stronger. As she tried to run Minseok froze the ground she walked on causing her to slip and fall.

"You can't run from me sweet heart." He said standing up and forming an icicle in his hand.

"Please you have to believe me, I'm the real (y/n)!" She told him. He wasn't having it, still proceeding towards her. He held the icicle up to stab her, but as he did she rolled over only being grazed by it.

(Y/N) screamed in pain from the wound trying escape up from the ice. Not only was her side hurt, but the temperature of the ice was so cold it began burning the skin it touched. Minseok's cold hand reached for her ankle pulling her back towards him.

"You won't be that lucky this time." He said forming another icicle. He raised it up towards her. (Y/n) closed her eyes and raised her hands waiting for the impact, but only to feel a surge of power soar through her.

"Arghhh." Minseok cried getting thrown off her.

She open her eyes and immediately noticed.

Fire

She used her fire powers, but she didn't have time to really think about the sudden gain of her powers because Minseok quickly recovered and began chasing after her once again.

(Y/n) raised her hands ready to fight and successfully sent balls of Fire towards Minseok.

She felt stronger with the return of her fire power and energy flew through her. Minseok counter the balls of fire throwing ice beams at her which she dodged and used fire to stop.

Even after the sudden gain of one of her powers, he was not backing down. (Y/n) did not want to hurt him, but she had to do what she had to, to protect herself. Minseok then shot a huge beam of ice which she countered with flames of fire. His beam continued towards her, but her flames stayed strong. Soon the power of both reached their peaks sending them both flying back.

"(Y/N)!" I voice called.

The boys all ran towards her and Minseok checking their injuries. "Are you okay?" Junmyeon asked.

"I'm fine." She said. Junmyeon help her off the ground and she saw from afar the boys helping Minseok who looked just as bad. "He doesn't believe me." She told Junmyeon. "He does actually, he was just going along with our plan." He told her.

"Wait, what?"

"This was all a planned." He told her. She still looked at him confused.

"Look, let us explain."

Junmyeon had then explained to her that Baekhyun had been charting her powers and when she had felt at risk her powers seemed to show through. Being that Minseok was returning today, they devised a plan for him to attack you. Minseok have good control over his powers he would be able to make it look like he was actually going to kill her without actually doing so. Doing this would allow for her to get in contact with her powers to survive. (Y/n) listened intently to the boy’s explanation now understanding everything.

“I am sorry (Y/N), I didn’t want to hurt you, but it was part of the plan.” He said walking towards her. “I’m really glad to see you alive, sister.” He said pulling her into hug.

Soon after she pulled away turning back towards the boys. She lifted her palm and a small flame formed inside. She smiled at the sight of the small flame “Well this is a start.” She said.

“I am going to kill you Byun Baekhyun!!” An angry voice called from behind. Everyone turned around to be met with a wobbly Chanyeol. He could barely hold himself up, his breaths were heavy, and he was sweating profusely. (Y/N)’s eyes widened at the sight of him and quickly ran towards him to help.

“What happened?” She asked the other boys while putting Chanyeol’s arm over her shoulders.

“Oh, right, well when we planned this plan we knew we had to get you to fight by yourself and we knew Chanyeol would interfere, so when you began fight we had to sedate him.” Baekhyun said scratching the back of his neck.

“I swear when this wares off I will burn you into a crisp!” Chanyeol spat towards him.

Before Baekhyun could respond an alarm rang through the practice area.

“My drones!” Baekhyun yelled excitedly and ran towards his computer. The rest of members followed and stared at the screen.

“When I found out (Y/N) had fought with some of the members in the I.A.B, I sent a few drones to scope out and find the area, so after three days they found the area.” He said pulling up a live stream.

At the sight on the screen everyone fell silent. On the stream it showed the forest, but all over the forest floor laid bodies. Some smashed with rocks, burn marks on both the trees and the bodies, and bodies tore to shreads. The site was horrific. All eyes were on (Y/n), but she never tore her eyes from the screen.

“I did that?” She said as a tear escaped from her eye.

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ablackwing · 7 years ago

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'five times kissed' heck me up, lu

the first time he kisses angeal, he is thirteen and angeal is sixteen. he’s been coaxed into it by the older teen and it is something that sephiroth can do, for now. angeal is gentle with him, knowing that he’s not used to being touched. to moments like this. to him. the young dragon can feel angeal’s hands on his shoulders as he straddles the older brunet lightly, his smaller figure resting against angeal’s larger one with delicate grace. but the young SOLDIER is like a wild chocobo - one wrong move and he will flee from angeal’s grip back to his own tent instead of the one that angeal and genesis share. angeal is good at taming chocobos and unsure young SOLDIER boys and sephiroth is comfortable with him by this point. but his lips hesitate over the elder’s before he is pressing his mouth to angeal’s in a quick, light peck of mouth on mouth. angeal leans into it and sephiroth finds he likes the response, but duty calls and he lifts upwards and is gone from the tent, thinking on the kiss and angeal very quietly for the rest of the day.

ii.

it is a long time before they kiss again, months spanning between the three of them. sephiroth grows more comfortable with angeal and genesis. he grows very comfortable and when they enter into their strange little triad with one another, it doesn’t bother sephiroth in the least. war is hell and they make him feel like a person when he needs it. he needs it quite often. the war in wutai has been taking its toll on him and sephiroth knows that it is something that he displays at night, in his sleep; none of them sleep well anymore, plagued by nightmares as they were. but sephiroth has his lovers and they have him. it is something that they can hope for in the wartorn hellscape that is their daily surroundings when the war is over. they will have each other, surely; he turns to angeal on one such night, contained between genesis and angeal and presses a kiss onto the young man’s chin before he rises further and kisses angeal himself. it is a sleepy, sloppy kiss and sephiroth is asleep before angeal can respond. he doesn’t see the smile on angeal’s face, doesn’t feel the blanket that’s pulled up over him. indeed, he doesn’t even remember the kiss until several days later, in the middle of barking at recruits older than he is. and for a moment, sephiroth finds himself smiling.

iii.

the third kiss that sephiroth remembers most comes on the night that they celebrate the ending of the war. wine and good cheer flowing freely along with cakes and other such delights. he’s seventeen now and has been crowned as the hero of the wutai war, the one who ended it. it’s been a long campaign but sephiroth knows he’s won it out of skill and the partnership he carries with angeal and genesis. genesis is in a festive mood and it definitely impacts the atmosphere for them, even dour sephiroth finding himself laughing and smiling as a result of this. as they sit in the captured city, he knows they’ll have to put down rebellions and other forms of revolt will take place where and how they can. sephiroth finds his thoughts interrupted as a tipsy genesis sprawls into his lap and he laughs despite himself before pushing his friend back into the revelries. angeal is laughing too and it warms sephiroth’s heart to hear that note in angeal’s voice. he reaches out and takes angeal’s hand in his own, feeling the strong fingers entwine between his and they stay like that for several minutes, sitting in silence as the chaos swirls before them in wave after wave of bodies. then angeal squeezes his hand and sephiroth turrns his head to see the way the older man is gazing at him with those glowing blue eyes. it’s entrancing and he leans in slowly, met by the brunet in the middle of his lean. their lips touch together and then hold to one another’s mouth intently, sephiroth lifting a hand to dig it through the locks of hair on angel’s neck where he can grip it more tightly. they’re brought apart by a flash of a camera ( which is quickly Petrified ) and angeal laughs.

iv.

the fourth kiss that they share is one that lingers on the soul, on the lips. sephiroth worries about his friends, worries about what happened to genesis in the VR room and what came after when he was told he wasn’t the one to help the redhead, that angeal would do so. he paces and worries and waits for them until he’s told to go home by hollander because he won’t be done for a while yet and so he returns to their apartment to pace and wait and worry there. he falls asleep on the couch and isn’t woken until he feels angeal gently shaking him awake, causing the dragon to reach up and clasp at his hand. genesis is abed, he’s told, and he’ll be fine tomorrow. the strangeness of the earlier words washes away in a flood of relief, and he stands and accompanies angeal to bed. the next few days are tense between genesis and sephiroth but their rapport comes back when sephiroth tells a truly horrible joke he overheard from the cadets and both angeal and genesis laugh until they’re in tears, leaving sephiroth grinning. he cherishes their domestic life together and while he’s preparing dinner later that evening, he feels angeal wrap his arms around his waist and lean up to give the back of his neck a kiss, since sephiroth always ties his hair up and out of the way to cook. he turns, smiling, and gives angeal a brief kiss, holding him close. there is no need to say i love you to the older man. he already knows all about it.

sephiroth will always remember the last time he kisses angeal. the last time that he ever got to hold him. genesis has defected from SOLDIER and Shin-Ra and taken half the army with him. he clings to angeal, unsure of what to do, feeling lost, and he can see the signs even though it’s not until later that he realized what they were; angeal was going to leave too. but he didn’t know it at the time that he’d wake up tomorrow to a note from angeal that said he was going to look for genesis and that sephiroth should stay there in case they came back. he didn’t know that it was to be the last time he saw angeal alive. all he knew was that angeal held him close and their lovemaking that night was tender and sad and angeal kept touching him, over and over, as if to soothe him. sephiroth clung to angeal as he hadn’t done so in years, for he could feel the sadness in the older man as he withdrew ever so slowly from him, kissing him over and over, begging him to stay without words. when angeal cups his face and kisses him in return, sephiroth’s arms go around the brunet to try keeping him there. their legs are tangled together and then sephiroth places one last kiss, the last kiss onto angeal’s mouth as he finds himself being pulled down into sleep. it’s a sweet kiss, slow and warm and filled with love, but as he falls to sleep, he’s not sure if it’s a dream or not - but he hears angeal weeping softly in the night air of their bedroom.

when he wakes up, angeal is gone and sephiroth knows that all he can do is hold out hope that his lovers, those precious people from banora, will return to him. one way or another.

#jegudielic #hoW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME #I WAS DOING FINE AND THEN THIS HAPPENED #WHY THIS

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omegarising · 8 years ago

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There are few things less fun than a two-day trip. You've gone, but you've not really stayed, you've just spent a night in a different bed and now you're back in your own piece of filthy reality. So it goes.

The trip was slightly made ok by the fact that it was cabbed both ways. No bus, no train, just a car running at top speeds both way around. To say that I am tired would be an understatement. I feel like I've been put through an emotional and physical wringer. I didn't get much sleep the night before travel and neither did I sleep the night I spent at my destination. Different bed, new smells, the sounds around you are also different so what can you do but lie there in that bed, semi-asleep and wondering about things that don't make any sense. Then there is the emotional hangups of a whole bunch of elders to deal with. People say one thing and do the other thing. They worry about little things that actually don't matter. They have hangups with each other that they talk about in hushed tones and in sly sentences. They try to guilt trip you into doing things and saying things. They say they don't want anything, but then actually give you a fucking list of products that they need.

I mean, what the fuck. But I guess no meeting with my old man is complete without him giving me shit about making abs. It's absurd.

The other family is nice, but I don't like anyone so quickly. Right now, yeah they're there, but man, does no one have any balls or sense of humor in that family? How can people be so dry and lifeless in their daily life? No sense of romance, no hint of a little crazy in them. Nope. It's the kind of people who'd grow a beard to hide a double chin instead of not drinking or going out for a walk every day. It's not even about getting any kind of success, it's more about trying to do things that push you towards a positive outcome, isn't it? Because how long are you going to suck in your stomach while getting clicked for pics. Sigh.

I have to work harder. (reminds me of Boxer from Animal Farm, and we all know what happened to that poor fuck)

I am tired right now and I feel sleepy beyond compare. But so tired that I don't think I'll be able to fall asleep anytime soon.

Oh, the kids there have all MacBooks and when I wanted to transfer some pics to my dropbox I had to ask a kid to help me around that computer's interface. Felt kinda old then. But hey, I've never really used a MacBook before this. Point me to a browser and I'm all good. But what's up with the scrolling of that thing. I felt like I was fighting with a hand and leg tied. I left the Macbook on a desk while the pics uploaded, and when I came back, little cousin had left a note "If the Macbook locks, the password is Ilove2laf"

Immensely cute of the kid, I am going to induct him into fiction reading hall of fame by sending him a copy of King's IT. He's been reading Enid Blyton and Dahl so far. It's time that he upgraded and it's up to me.

I am going to try and sleep now.

More, in morning.

#update, #hello

#yupdate

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